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[center][h1][color=92278f]Diminishing Returns[/color][/h1][/center] 
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[indent]There was only so much Devlin could do in covering Ren in his attempt to usher the children from the church. A rain of electric-charged arrows did well in to begin with, but soon the ever increasing horde of monsters became overbearing. She became distracted, soon resorting to her sword to keep off a front of undead that chose to concentrate their efforts on her. By the time she had laid them to rest, Ren could be seen on his own, sheltered momentarily between two houses across the street and gesturing at her. 

The children were gone, hopefully in the way of safety. 

In the brief moment of peace - standing before the front line of undead that encompassed the church - she gave Ren a nod to let him know she understood, but her attention was diverted yet again, this time by the Forest Golem that was walking in her general direction.  Devlin regarded the Golem with a twisted grin of both cunning and admiration. It had been years since she’d laid eyes on a beautiful creature like that, and she knew what he was capable of. 

“Hechin!” She yelled out at Foeldar. She pointed toward Jack and Gabriel battling the giant boar, and then shifter her finger to point at Ren as he made a break from the houses towards those two men. In this way she was indicating the only people left in the area who were in need of assistance. The civilians in the area had already fled or perished. “We need to head west to safety. Help us!”  

Oddly enough, and inadvertently so, she smiled commendably at the Golem before turning away and rushing to Ren’s aid once more. 

The musician was busy trying to relay a message to Gabriel who was fighting beside Jack, in what would mostly likely be a fruitless effort in bringing down the giant boar.  Before Gabriel could reply one way or another to Ren, Devlin had arrived within earshot of the three, and proceeded to repeat the words Ren was attempting to relay with sign language, yelling loud enough for both Jack and Gabriel to hear: 

“The children are out of the church and on their way to safety! No glory can be wrought from defending a hollow temple. We all need to leave!” 

Despite the truth behind the words, Devlin was torn inside. Yes, there was no point in battling a battle that couldn’t be won, at least not today, and she honestly had no desire to try and take down an army from hell. After all, they were merely just puppets in her eyes. Nevertheless, she still had the nagging feeling that the source of the monsters was at hand - somewhere in the town of Nadska - and she wanted so desperately to hunt it down. Unfortunately, there would be no time to seek out her nemesis now. She would have to wait or, perhaps, return once the others were at a safe distance from the hordes.[/indent]