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[b]Time: Evening - Present Day
Location: Smithy’s Grocery Store, Las Vegas[/b]

The Ambassador was back with Mandate and shuddered with a start at the first gun shots, the smoke easily obscuring her vision, the snarls and screeches of rage from the Fey drifted through. It was as expected, she pushed herself close to Mandate avoiding the civilians who could move to flee for their lives. While others took shots to their legs were rendered unable to move, moaning for mercy. Bullets pinged loudly off of Mandate, the golem tossed the wolf in her hand into the smoke. She had a few ideas to deal with the visibility, they had resources all around them. She coughed once, twice the burn of the smoke stinging her eyes. She lifted her hand up to cup her nose and mouth.

“[color=thistle]Mandate, if you could please go forward to kill the black armoured people. The fey around us will guide you to them, follow the sound of their voices. I will distract them.[/color]” She said, phrasing as she always did, as if it was simply a suggestion instead of an order. “[color=thistle]I will ward myself to protect from-[/color]”

The sudden explosion of force through a wall interrupted her, she assumed it was one of the giant twins. She rolled her eyes, “[color=thistle]Feel free to turn them into gore splatters, strike fear into their very hearts as I will play a part in that myself.[/color]”

She nodded stepping away, whispering Words of Power into her palms casting a physical ward over her body, wrapping in layers of three. Sheen of blue light passed over her several times, rapidly encasing her. When the spell was complete, she took a deep breath. Bach shrunk in a burst of autumn leaves settling in his familiar place on her shoulder. In french he whispered in her ear,  “[color=darkseagreen][i]All according to plan, my lady.[/i][/color]”

Odette allowed a momentary smirk, chaos surrounding them all. She brought the palm of her hand to her mouth whispering the illusionary trick up her sleeve. Like blue particles they drifted away from her hand carrying through the air. As they reached her fey allies, whispers of her orders came on them. The fey’s raging screeches halted. Shortly after a brief pause, distinct tinkling bells could be heard instead. Ethereal, quiet, and distinct even amidst all the noise. Guiding Mandate with sound. Odette cupped her hands whispering further, this time the particles flew following the bells, appearing alongside the terrorists.

[center][i][sub]“[color=thistle]Pitiful mortals, your lives will paint our hands with vengeance for the spirit.[/color]"[/sub][/i]
[i][sub]“[color=thistle]Invalid. Sacrilegious. Disgusting. Tainted. Your souls will find no peace, for there is none to be had.[/color]"[/sub][/i] 
[i][sub]“[color=thistle]Lay down, submit, moan your despair. Time. Horror. Filth. Your progeny will feel this curse for generations to come.[/color]”[/sub][/i][/center]

Her words carried various points of her message to them, insistent, impossible to ignore. The sound of her voice echoing a throb behind their eyes. The spell cloaked its listeners in a emotional dampener. She blew across her palm, the light of her magic casting her expression in a cold blue. Curling perfectly manicured fingers closed. A genuine smile curled, crinkling her eyes.