Rockin, Shannon, Vaughtar
{[@Rockin Strings]  [@Arty Fox][@Fetzen]}

Zesiro winced painfully as he was levitated off the floor and onto a table. “What the FUCK?!” He writhed a bit, struggling against the magical force in vain.

Hirshe was being thoroughly thrashed, Shannon thumped again and again and again into his chest-plate, it did not crack. His arms and legs failed, angry red steam continued to pour from the seams of the armor, yet he was unable to escape the blows or the grasp of the gargoyle. 

As Vaughtar dug his claws into the armor, he would find some give to the metal as he pried at it. Perhaps if he kept at it… Yet, as he did so, he would feel his claws sink into flesh, he would feel hot blood… Was Hirsche bleeding or was the armor? It was too chaotic to tell...

People were evacuating the mess hall. Many of the agents here were only administrative, or scientists, or otherwise hired for talents that were not particularly useful in violent conflict. Yet, there were warriors too...

A short girl with purple and red striped hair pushed pass those running away and made it to the window. She positioned herself as far away from the fight as she could, then put her two hands on the glass: A purple light began to emanate from her hands and spread across the glass, she was creating an energy shield, a second skin over the surface of the window pane. She hoped that this would protect the glass from further damage… Though, it did nothing to mend the damage which had already been done. The glass now fought with the ocean beyond to keep whole. The girl planted her feet and remained by the glass with her hands pressed against it. If she removed her hands from their place the energy shield would dissipate… 

Two more stepped forward and they both drew weapons. The weapons looked like something like a guns and something like a kitchen appliances glued together. The woman had two hand-guns and the man’s looked more like a rifle. They aimed at Hirshe, but hesitated. They couldn’t say for sure if they would hit the enemy or an ally in the wrestling trio. The red steam that poured forth from the armor also obscured their aim. 

They also did not know who Hirshe was, they did not know that this was unusual behavior for him. When they took their shot, they would shoot to kill.