[i][color=fff200]Midnight tournament place...[/color][/i]

Celine had narrowed her eyes, trying to keep her sight on both Wolf and Vernon. The chunk of ice which flew between her and Andras did cause Celine to adjust her pose and her eyes fell on Vernon as he began to walk closer. It was something about the way he spoke which annoyed her. The loss of a comerade, the whole situation or perhaps it was her own pride and inability of being able to do much about these people.

Vernon's words about Bertrand however did stir something in her. She had always been with Adam, Bertrand and Darla. Now Bertrand was no more. It made her feel hollow inside, despite the fact that she actually were.

[color=7bcdc8]"How dare you..."[/color] Celine said through gritted teeth, showing clear anger towards Vernon. 

Before Celine could say something else the sound of a car with its tires screeching against the ground caught her attention. A masked person was driving it, not only that the person introduced themselves as the Fallen One. Before making the statement. [b]"Come with me if you want to live." [/b]

It caught Celine offguard. Who was this masked person? Was it an ally? Was it someone trying to take Galbrek's target? Someone who wanted to use her knowledge to get to her creator, even if she was the least fond of her master. It meant trouble and doing something not according to plan was a death sentence or very close to it no doubt.

That's when something struck her in the shoulder, an arrow fired by Wolf had flown straight through her. It caused her arm attached to that shoulder to begin to slowly loosen and fall, in that moment Andras was freed and Celine instinctively grabbed her lost arm with her remaining one.

[color=7bcdc8]"Ungh! Damn it!"[/color] She sprouted as purple energy began to pour out of the hole in her shoulder and upper arm area. She looked at the car and it's driver and decided to not heed the masked persons words, she had lost the target, her allies and her arm. She gave the gathering of people one last look before she began to ran, using the remainder of her energy to project a purple and circular barrier around herself as she ran. It made her visible easily but right now he main concern was survival.

Had she not have lost her arm and her target, she would have likely gotten into that car and relieved it from the driver. But as it now was she had nothing to bring back to master Galbrek, perhaps Darla was out there somewhere and she could regroup with her. Or perhaps run into her master who she did not like but right now needed to appease or suffer his wrath. Things were not looking well.

Galbrek. Her creator had warned her not to go astray from the original plans, Bertrand had previously done plenty of that which he had suffered for greatly. Not only that but were any of them to be captured, they would be targetted and exterminated for certain. Their master had a particular policy about not having his plans spoiled or his whereabouts known to the common populace. Even among the Mephisto school, it was tricky to pinpoint his location at times.

She needed her creator's aid now however. Her arm was ruined. Her borrowed power seeping out of her. Would she go rogue or surrender she would likely die, either to them or to Galbrek's wrath. Would she return wounded and without the prey, there was a slight chance of survival. But likely was a big gamble. She could go into hiding, but in her state she would be found by either side and dealt with.

[color=7bcdc8]"Darn it all..."[/color]




[color=fff200][i]Further away... close to an old ruckus of a building.[/i][/color]


[color=7bcdc8]"Huuh...huuh...huh..."[/color] Darla was panting heavily Before she checked her chest and realized, she could not be fatigued or suffer from those kind of things. [color=7bcdc8]"I.. made it..."[/color] She said in a low voice, almost like a whisper. [color=7bcdc8]"To safety... to Master Galbrek..."[/color] She moved to the old door to the building and lifted on an old pot with a dead plant in it. Under it laid the key to said door, which she picked up after looking around with nervous Eyes. She put it into the keyhole and unlocked the door, stepping inside and closing the door behind.

Her master prefered to have a bad Visual outside but inside the building was well decorated and Clean, in the hall was a bust of Galbrek himself made in stone. On the nearby wall, a portrait of her master in a Royal attire with a rose in his mouth. Then further along the way to his Chambers were portraits of relatives, ofcourse in smaller size than the big welcoming portrait of her maker. She carefully turned the door handle and stepped in, looking as pathetic as she felt. She was met with silence. There was no one there but her.

[color=7bcdc8]"Not here? Master Galbrek... I need your help.. I am broken... I- Bertrand is..."[/color] She said in a low tone to none in particular.

She turned over to look at the table which Galbrek often sat down by. It had a few drawings of odd symbols and names of people. All she could do now was to wait, pray and hope that her benefactor would come and rescue her in her sadness. She hoped that Adam and Celine was allright. Bertrand had told her to run. But now who would tell her what to do?

[color=7bcdc8]"What should I do now? I am not a broken doll... I am not broken... I will become human... I must serve Master Galbrek. He will save me..." [/color] She sat down and pressed her hands together in a praying manner, she had seen people of religion do this when they wanted aid. Perhaps it would work for her? Some angel might come and rescue her?