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~ Y̸̥͖̖̞̱̝̣͙͐̉̐ͮ̓̅̃̐͌͊̾ͬ́O̸̡̜̦̪̠͎̗̖̲̩̩͍̪͖̜̦̥ͫ͂̄͌̿̑̽̾͗͋ͤ̽ͩ̍ͅƯ̛͇̥̻̤̺̱̈́͌́́̑́̀́ͅ ̴̶̵̛͇̞̭͕̪̪̼̟̪͈̻̼͓̥̼̣͔͇͋͛́ͤ͡A͑ͬ̊ͪ͊̂̎͏̶̨̩͓̼͚̖̣̺͕͚̻͔͡Ṙ̷̶͚̹̣̲̑͒̉̋̓̎ͅE̵̴̸͎̮̠͍̗̥̼̤̫̎́̄̅͋̄͒͟ ̵̸̶̧̥̹̰̳̠̣̟̟̪̠̥̩̩̣̌̇͊͐̏̊ͤ̍̿̉ͨͩͩ̆̈́̋̚N̝̦͔̝̩̣̊̅̋ͧ͗̅͋̒̚͡͡O̢̻̠̜̼̙̼̲̜ͦ͋̉̂̿̃̌ͩͦ̐͡Tͪ̍̽̎͗͒ͬ͋̔̄͛̏҉͢͏͈͖̻͔̞̩̭̤̘̞͚̜̰ ̼͍̟̭͎̟̔ͦͫ̚͡W̡̆̽̔ͪ̊͛̚͞͡҉͕̣͈͕̱̭̗̗͈͖̗̘͝E̷̡͋̓̂ͧ҉͇̦̖̩̕L̵̀̑̐ͩ̾҉̸̢̱̼̱̰̜̙̫̖͉͍̺̬͍̩̩C̶̬̝̰̰͙͊͆́͑͛̋̓͌̈́ͯͫͧͨ̒͋̿͛ͩ̚̕̕Ố̧̝͈͉͇̟̜̮̹̙͔͍̩͔̬̈ͣͩ́́͘͘͡M̄̆̐̔̎ͭ̍͋ͨ͒͛͋ͯ͒͊̒ͩ͋̈́͠͏̰͉͎̱̟̩͢E̶̛̝̖̞̼̗͎̗̘̪͈͎̳͋͗̿̀̈́͋̐̿ ̴͔̺͖̬̹̰̻̯̮̦̖̘̲̯̜̖͇́̋͑̋ͣ̿̿ͤͩ́ͩ̐͘͡͠ͅͅHͭ͊̆ͨ̚͠҉̢̜̝͙̫̳͙͉̣̠̱̟͕̭̼̱͎̩̻͢ͅEͮ̿̔̄͌̀͏͎̬͉̝͈̻͜͝͝R̓͌́̍ͤ̑͂͏̨̭̻̝̝̦̞̜̰̞̳̳̦̘̠̣̕Ė̡́͛̑͑͆ͯ̽̽̿̀̔́͏̹̭̻̝͚̭͙̺̭̲͙͙̳͓ ~[/center]

The home stretch felt like an eternity. It was a mere corridor, as white as its fellows that comprised the doppelganger Axis Mundi, but even still the eternity it took to traverse it, with Ice and Jez in tow, almost racked Faith to the core. Around the up and coming corner, down the ramp, and past a couple of rooms, would be the A-Team, dutifully battling against their primary adversary - Nariko. She had wanted to partake in their exploits, originally; it was obvious that it was there that all the action would take place. But, she had thought better of it, in favour of helping Ice not get himself killed. They were always going to group up with the A-Team eventually, anyway - there was no way that they could take Nariko down on their own. 

Alexandria had already sprinted off ahead, with Calvin and Aleecia accompanying her, and Mary had gone fled to wherever. The three rounded the corner, with Faith behind Jez, coming out into a hallways much reminiscent of the First Floor. The similarities between every area of the hospital was unfathomable, but Faith had spent enough time in Axis Mundi to get used to it. The smell of damp clothes, sweat, and metal wafted from the crossroads, beckoning them forward into the ongoing skirmish. 

And a sight it was to behold. The sheer size of Nariko, the expanse of her arms and the plethora of swords she held. Faith had never seen a Carnage Sister, let alone up close. The idea that a person, human no less, could willingly stand in front of such a beast and fight it without breaking from fear confounded her. There was truly no way for any of them to defeat Nariko, not in such a small group as with four people. From behind the creature she could spy Cyrus and Krista, as well as the burned body of a patient she had yet to meet, making their way along the corridor. The A-Team were there, too, fending off Nariko to the best of their abilities.

But as they made their way down the corridor, it was clear things were wrong. Alexandria had let loose her spear at Willow, who had somehow snuck up on the group and was preparing to slaughter them on horseback. Jez had already started running towards the fight, spurring Faith to run along side her, droning out the sound of combat and speech to figure out what had gotten her friend so worked up.

The screams broke the sound, alongside the resounding, heavy thud. Jez had fallen to her knees, attempting to assist the injured, and Willow merely rode off. Blood ran freely from his eye, punctured completely by the overwhelming strength of his robot foe. But even then, there was something more pressing in Faith's mind. Something wrong. Something about the boy. Zachary... Zachary... Where had she heard that name before?

[color=897691]"If you find him, go have a chat with the infinite archer. Blond, kinda weird, looks like an elf.  Jezebel totally has hots for him. They're together all the time."[/color]

This was Zachary Ackerson? The guy Jez had a crush on? Faith knelt beside him, beside Jezebel, taking him in. He was cuter than she had imagined, besides the blood that ran from his exposed eye socket and into a meagre puddle around his head. The blood... watching it trickle down a person's flesh, and coalesce into a crimson pool of their life essence... 

[i][colour=Gold]"D-don't tease me, okay! I-it's just, you're the Infinite Matchmaker... S-so... Huh?! Wh-what does that mean?! Ughhhhhhh, you're so mean..."[/colour][/i]

A silent voice. Hollow, resounding. Light itself, drifting, merging, and dividing again. White tiled floors tainted scarlet with blood. Echoing in a void-lit prison. Watching as white and black fabric quickly altered colours, pressed against an open wound. Repeating the same words. It'll be okay. Just hang in there. The cold of evening air, and the steadily decreasing light, mere pinpricks in the clouds. Blare of horns. The flashing of lights. 

Faith took the person in her arms, lifting them onto her knees, gently as to not disturb their injury. Something had to be done, and fast. They would die soon. A knife pierced the left sleeve of her outfit, tearing into the black and white fabric and fraying the fibres that comprised it easily. She cut across, then withdrew the blade and tore along the edge, ripping off a long strand of cloth. 

Awfully adeptly, she wrapped it around the person's wound. Tightly, as tight as she could make it, tying it at one end around their appendage. It was the best she could manage, especially with her lack of medical training. They needed to get to someone, someone who knew what they were doing and could save their life. Such mediocre bandage work wouldn't do much for very long. It would be a miracle if it even stopped the bleeding for any amount of time.

[colour=MediumSeaGreen]"I want you to run."[/colour] reality shifted back into focus. The walls blurred back into a single form, the lights stopped pulsating, the echo vanished, [colour=MediumSeaGreen]"Take this. And Zachary. And run."[/colour] Faith stood from the floor, pulling one of Zach's gloves from his hand as she went. She pressed the handle of her dagger into one of Jez's hands, and placed a hand on her shoulder, [colour=MediumSeaGreen]"Get away from here. Monika will arrive any minute. Find Mercy, and help Zachary."[/colour] she looked down at her friend. Her expression betrayed something fiercely wrong - her smile had dissipated, and her crimson eyes echoed murder, [colour=MediumSeaGreen]"I'll deal with things here."[/colour]

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From tucked within her outfit, Faith drew something that resembled a weapon. She stepped to the side of Zach's body, making sure to avoid it as she walked forward, and brandished her weapon. In her hand was Julia's Gladius, looted from her body after Monika's gun had torn her apart. She barely even noticed Calvin tearing off to confront Willow.
[colour=DarkGreen]"Initiating Emergency Protocol - ZeigarEpsinTheltarYelikSalisVinkarHraegaUolienTralkeshIreima..."[/colour] the words she spoke were barely a whisper, but every syllable barely sounded as though a human should be unable to produce them. As she took the next step forward, everything seemed to break down, [colour=DarkGreen]"Initiating Protocols for Unranked Enemies. [i]Blut-Sonnenuntergang.[/i]"[/colour] and despite the sounds of carnage, a single sound bellowed out across the battlefield. The lights seemed to dim. Blades of wind swept across Faith's back, scattering her hair wildly around her face. 

[b][colour=MediumSeaGreen]"Willow!"[/colour][/b] she shouted, her voice carrying over the others. It was barely louder than any normal shout, but even still it sounded as though it had been magnified several times, [colour=MediumSeaGreen]"Your actions here today are unforgivable. By my place as the Heir to the Throne of Love, I invoke the laws of the Council and act as their judge. I find you guilty, False Queen, of Egregious Misconduct and Violence against a Sanctified Member of the Collectorate of Faith, and hereby sentence you to death."[/colour] her free hand raised, and she threw the glove across the field in her general direction, intently focused on the robot.

Irregardless of Willow's answer, Faith began to advance.