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The Covenant where, in a word, terrifying. Sickle-cell’s bloody murder was scary enough, but his two disappeared companions were even worse in Seth’s mind. If there's one thing worse than a lethal cape in front of you, it’s 2 capes who might pop out at any moment to stick a knife in your gut. Or whatever those two did. While Seth was wracked his brain for the stuff he’d read about the city on Parahumans Online and tried to formulate a plan to both perpetuate the conflict and get the hell out of dodge once this all wrapped up, events moved on without them.

Despite their dramatic entrance and devastatingly murderous start, things where not going well for the Covenant. With Sickle-cell seemingly stunned by the ghostly boop he had received and the dragon thing currently trying to toast Vegas and whoever she had with her under her shield it looked like the causers of the chaos Seth was here to take advantage of where about to go down. Now was the time to act.

[color=SteelBlue]”Alright, here's the plan, we bail out the Covenant so that their two roaming caps let us leave unmolested while those two fight the Protectorate for us. Got it?”[/color]

[color=Gold]”Understood”[/color][color=PaleGreen]”Got it”[/color][color=Beige]”uh huh”[/color]

At that Seth darted out the alleyway, heading away from the crashed transport and towards the beleaguered shielder. As he ran Avarice whipped up the now 200+ coins into a rapidly revolving localised maelstrom around them, to have the spinning disks act as both a defensive barrier and sight blocker to obscure what they were doing. Running past the stunned hemomancer, seth yelled at him in attempt to snap him out of whatever haze he was in.

[color=SteelBlue]”Hay! Blood bag! Quit standing around like a gormless idiot or the P.T.R’s attack bitches are gonna get ya”[/color]

Once they were past Sickle-cell, Avarice moved most of the defensive coins into a solid shield behind them while about 60 of them were sent flying the short distance distance between the pair and the fire breathing metal beast.

[color=Gold]”Speaking of bothersome canines, let me deal with this one.”[/color]

Using the coins Avarice attempted to form a metallic collar and leash around the burning monster’s neck, which they then proceeded to try to use to yank her head to the side, away from the trio she was currently trying to barbecue.

[color=PaleGreen]”Bad Dog! Heel!”[/color]