[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/dgtslwwfj/cove_ch3.png[/img][hr][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/25130b8289f646d14f059dbb5c961972/tumblr_otiv1emyz51rtels1o2_500.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]Coventry, Massachusetts: December 28th, 2016 - 8:36 P.M. Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][center][color=red]~For those fighting Fenrir, each round you will need to make a fear check until you have been given an all clear. (He has an aura that radiates fear). Initial rolls have been done already - if you did not meet the check, you will need to PM me or dm me in the chat each round until you get the all clear...~[/color][/center]
[i]Woods Outside of Coventry...[/i]

	In the woods, Carolina's mutant abilities seem to be getting weaker by the second. Rather than pick up the stick, Carolina instead manages to drag it a few inches across the forest floor. Anything more than that and it would be like attempting to move a truck without assistance - potentially manageable, but certainly not for someone in her condition. In the midst of her pacing, Guin froze as she noticed the stick about a foot away from where it had last been.

	"That...that moved, right? I'm not crazy?" Guin muttered to herself, tugging on her hair again. Unlike the rock that had flung itself at her, she hadn't seen the stick move. She was about 78% certain that it had - but that was it. "Um...If there's an evil spirit out here, like Gramps maybe, can you...do something a little more dramatic?" she asked hesitantly. 

	Guin then shook her head. "No, that's dumb...It's never ghosts. Scooby Fucking Doo knows that," she grumbled. Carolina had only about sixty seconds left. This is her last round to make an action to attempt to save herself. Any longer and she'll be just a disembodied spirit. Now's the time to take a risk. (Additional information sent via dm ~ please dm or PM for roll results if needed ~ ). 

[i]Road to Coventry...[/i]

	For a little less than twenty minutes, smoldering metal remains blocked off a majority of the road connecting Salem and Coventry. The car alarm had lasted for only thirty seconds before it died, yet the headlights continued to shine, illuminating the path in front of them. Various personal effects were scattered across the road - a boot here, a gun there, and the torn pages of a book scattered in just about every direction. 

	Suddenly, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAkL2-vh2Sk]A phone rang[/url]. A hand, covered in dried blood, emerged from the rubble, pressing the button to silence it. [color=339933]"I thought I turned these bloody alarms off,"[/color] MI13 Agent Jade Cornish grumbled. A succession of loud bangs and colorful curses preceded the agent climbing out of the window, the glass shards littering the pavement. Despite a nasty gash on her arm and forehead, she had been relatively unscathed from the crash. Glancing at the car, Jade sighed. 

	[color=339933]"...Should've gone for the insurance. Fuck."[/color] 

[i]Coventry Circus Grounds...[/i]

	Fenrir tossed his head backwards, emitting a large growl. Rearing up onto his hind legs and then slamming his paws against the ground, the Earth shook. The ground cracked, creating a near perfect chasm inside Cirque Anomaly's main tent. This crack split the stage in half, yet it also splintered the support beams for the various bits of rigging. These beams toppled over as the ground shook, landing on the Ringmaster as if it had been a game of Whack-A-Mole. His blood splattered, along with pieces of wood, all over Seraphina. Beyond a few splinters and the chance of blood born pathogens, she'll be fine. 

	Darren wasn't nearly as lucky. A metal platform, traditionally used during Boris Valeska's escape act, was jolted off of the stage. The door to the platform swung open, with the platform crashing into Darren's back. By the law of conservation of momentum, the hunter fell forward, practically crushed underneath it. It's a miracle that he's still breathing - at least time hasn't been broken quite yet. That's maybe the only positive here. In the process, the platform's metal corner gauged Daniyal's side, but he managed to escape the majority of the blow. 

	[i]"If you insist,"[/i] the death spirit replied to Daniyal. [i]"For your sake, I hope I have recovered the strength to manifest myself."[/i] Of course, there was no explanation to that cryptic comment. Spirits hardly ever felt the need to explain themselves. In an instant, Daniyal would feel the spirit's presence leave him, with an actual weight lifting from his body as the cloak seemingly removed itself as well. It fell to the ground, before a roughly humanoid form appeared underneath it. Kumakatoks, if they had enough strength, are able to manifest themselves in a seemingly corporeal form. 

	Fenrir howled once more, before charging towards where the cloak had been. [b]The cloak was the item that Hel had gone to the circus to retrieve in the first place.[/b] With it, her powers would be increased exponentially. She'd be unstoppable. As Fenrir began his assault, his aura of terror began to radiate as well. Of those remaining behind to fight, surprisingly only Seraphina would be affected by this fear. It would grip her, causing her to doubt her each and every action, making her way to do nothing more than to run - she will, however, be able to push through it. 

	"On it!" Edwina cried out, thrusting her hands in front of her to add to Seraphina's assault. Combined, the two of them were blasting Fenrir with a considerable amount of energy. His fur was singed and he was smoking lightly, but it hardly seemed to stop the wolf. Turning his body slightly, his tail swung and hit Edwina, flinging her like a rag doll across the tent. Her trajectory sent her flying at the remnants of one of the poles for the trapeze. She was impaled on the poll - dead. 

	[color=00ccff]"Everyone, run!"[/color] Cecily screamed, seemingly finding her voice. Folly and Fairfax were sprinting towards the exit, following Katsumi and Thalia. Lilith was the last to run to the exit, with Cecily remaining inside the tent. Folly, Fairfax, Katsumi, Thalia, and Lilith were lucky - they didn't sustain any injuries. Now, they could run to Coventry, attempt to take a vehicle at the circus, or even head to Salem if they wanted to - at any rate, they need to get far away as they can from this place. 

	Back inside the tent, Cecily had her hands out in front of her, her fingers tensed as she focused on the ground around Fenrir. Its consistency shifted from solid ground to something more akin to mud, but it wasn't doing much to slow the wolf down. Darren had elected for a more direct approach - shooting the hell out of it. His bullets kept bouncing off of its hide as if they were nothing. 

	[color=00ccff]"This isn't working!"[/color] Cecily called out. 

	[color=5F7171]"If anyone has a better idea, I'm all ears!"[/color] Darren cried, continuing to empty his clip, as if a bullet could solve their problems at this point.