[center][h1]Bak Tsarevna[/h1][/center]

Bak could only giggle as Samoth insisted that he wasn't the one at a disadvantage here, which peaked her interest. She wondered what sort of wonderful thing he had planned. "Then I will not be having to go easy on you." Her chambers on her missile pod flipped open, locked on to the area behind the couch, and prepared to fire.

Fortunately for everyone she was interrupted, letting out a short yelp as Yuuto suddenly popped out of nothing beside her. She quickly turned one of her spinning guns on him before letting it spin down when he insisted that he was here to help. Bak looked at him more closely. It wasn't really clear, because ninja's by trade all sort of looked the same in their uniforms. She had seen many Rhean movies featuring ninjas in battle with one another or their natural predator, men in tank tops. This ninja, however, looked suspiciously like that ninja that ninja that was always skulking around the school. "Hey, you are that ninja." She said, surprised. How had he known what was going on here? Wait, that was a dumb question. He was a ninja, he had probably gotten a carrier pigeon or something.

She didn't want to turn away good ninja help, but she couldn't think of a way for him to help while she was bowing away the room. This wasn't exactly a safe place for [i]her[/i] to be fighting, let alone any ally that decided to hop into the crossfire. "Nyet, I have got this under control. OH!" She exclaimed suddenly, letting her guns wind back down and reaching up to lift the girl off her back. Bak handed her to the ninja, and said. "There are three men around the corner there." she said, pointing backwards with her thumb toward the where she's last seen the Vigilantes. "Please be delivering girl to them. Tell them is second present from Mephisto's."
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[center][h1]Nasaraph Sana[/h1][/center]

Nasaraph joined his companions gawking at the edge of the hole, an expression of shock on his face. Not that the ghost had agreed to his ploy, nor at his throwing himself down the hole, but at his words. Alto. ALTO! They were here. All three of them, the young Royalty of Rhea: Alto, Clara, and King. What sort of fate was it that had brought all of the big three here, tonight, when he'd just been here for some light training? It was just like back on the mountain when the clouds had opened up and shown him his destiny. 

He couln't decide an answer to Aram's question. He wanted to stay. He wanted to watch the conflict that was unfolding beneath them. Hell, he wanted to go down there and take a closer look, but he needed to find a reason to get involved. Luckily his eagle eyes caught just such a reason. Fate, it seemed, really had sided with him tonight. He pointed a finger down to a particular figure.

"Fellows, isn't that..." He squinted, acting like he was having trouble seeming to cover up the fact that he needed time to remember the boys name, "Yes, I believe that's Micheal in that mess! Did he come here with you two?" He asked, looking between Brutus and Aram. "Should we go get him?"

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[center][h1]Gilliam DeWitt[/h1][/center]

Gilliam was disoriented. One moment he was slithering to freedom, then there was a rumbling followed by a sudden weightlessness. He had instinctually drawn up into himself as soon as he realized he was falling, compacting as much as he could and hardening his skin with a hard coating of bone and enamel as he felt the vent he was in slam into the ground. He didn't have time to contemplate this before several more explosions boomed around him and he felt himself falling again. Slightly longer this time.

So now he sat, cubed up, and he could hear voices around him. On top of him? Yes, yes, there were people on top of all this rubble. Then he heard a familiar voice, screaming a familiar name, in a tome of pure rage and anguish, and he felt himself start to drool despite the fact that he at present had no mouth. The liquid seeped from his skin and began to puddle withing the busted vent, forming a steady rain of drips as it slipped through the cracks that had formed from the damage, and he sent out small bits of himself topped with crude eyes to prove and prod at the walls of his cage.

Sure enough and he found a few cracks, passages that led to the surface, and subtly his eyes watched out from those cracks to confirm what he heard. He was there! ALTO! He felt himself gurgle with hatred as the memory flooded into his mind, the phantom pain of that sword of light still burning in his soul. There was Vittorio too, the only member of their little group that hated Alto nearly as much as him. Oh, how he wanted to burst out right now and devour his hated enemy while he was busy dealing with Vittorio, but could he truly do so? No! He could never deny a man his revenge like that, especially when it was at hand. He only cared that Alto was dead and devoured, those things didn't happen at the same time. Anyone could kill Alto so long as they left a corpse he could devour. 

There were others here, however, that were likely to interfere. He felt himself tense up. No, he decided. No, they would not.

[i]Do what you need to do Vittorio. I have your back.[/i]