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[sup][@Scarescrow][@Defacto][/sup]
[b][code]Thompson Lumber Mill Inc.[/code][/b][hr]


Lee broke off from Samson into a sprint, and Julia disappeared, leaving the teen by himself. Should have expected as much, but Samson was confident enough in both himself and Lee that they could go it alone, even in times of such a crisis. 

He turned to sprint himself, but the first step that Samson took ended with him slipping on a discarded beer bottle. He fell forward, but caught himself using his arms. There was still the rush of pain going up his hands, and the surprise of it all, but it briefly distracted him from the fact that there was a axe killing still running amok. When he remembered, well, Samson panicked. He heard the heavy footsteps of the killer, and the sounds of everyone getting the hell away on him. On reflex, he rolled to the side, and as he suspected he barely dodged an axe that got embedded into the wooden floor of the lumber mill. The brute - whom he somewhat recognized as the sheriff's kid = slammed his foot into the ground, and ripped the axe out of the ground.

At this point, Samson was on his hands and knees, pressed up against the wall. When the brute pulled the axe out of the ground, and swung it at Samson, there was that moment when he couldn't fight anymore. After years of martial arts, it all seemed so damn useless. The only thing that Samson could do was put his hands up, and close his eyes. 

At that moment, that fire that Samson could feel building up inside of him [i]ignited[/i]. He could feel his sigil branding into his back with flames. His body was engulfed in a yellow flame- no, it was more like a plasma. It was incredibly pure, and energy-like, but one thing was certain... it was [i]hot[/i]. Yet, it never burned Samson. It filled him with a strength like no other.

Out of his hands, a cascading whirlwind of flames came out and engulfed the brute in fire aimed upwards. He could hear the loud yells of the brute as the fire singed him, and burned him to crisps. Stopping him mid-swing. Then, the flames cut off as Samson's hands hit the ground. The brute stumbled backwards for a moment, as the fire began to burn him. Samson didn't realize what happened, he stared at his hands, as he wondered if he did that... before realizing this bastard was still looming over him. Whom wasn't stunned for long as he got ready for another swing, but Samson made sure to get up and run off.

Though... the old wood of the lumber mill ignited fairly easily...


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[sup][@Drag][@Savo][/sup]
[b][code]Thompson Lumber Mill Inc.[/code][/b][hr]


Hagan was still too blinded by his rage to pay the third member of their party any real mind. He was about to put this fool in the dirt. When he tried to plead with Hagan, the enraged bruiser whipped his head around towards him.

[b][i]"Fuck off!" [/i][/b]Hagan shouted into Peter's face.

And in that brief moment, Derrick slid out of his grasp, and left Hagan holding hoodie. And in that moment, Hagan reached peak rage as he was about to deck Peter and go after Derrick when people started screaming. Hagan was angry, but the music cutting off like that, followed by screaming... just wasn't alright with Hagan. He quickly moved over to the door [i]he[/i] was supposed to be guarding. He saw the crowd of people running away... before he got knocked over by somebody his size desperately trying to get away. Hagan was about to deck him, but he pushed himself back to his feet and caught a good look of the madness that was going on.

And despite his posturing, not even he could keep himself composed in the face of what was happening... some kid had gone completely mad and went on a rampage. Hagan almost fell over as he saw lifeless bodies on the ground... holy shit.

He failed everyone.