[center][h1]Bak Tsarevna[/h1][/center] [hr] [@6slyboy6][@KillamriX88][@Hammerman] [hr] Bak looked up excitedly. "Yes, you are right." She said, the tell-tale sound of her guns spinning up filling the room. "Nothing to worry about. Our friends have only passed us, I am sure." She pointed her guns straight up above her. "Stand clear!" Then, for the first time, the rattling [b]DAKKADAKKADAKKA[/b] of chain-guns sounded out. Bak was happy even as a torrent of dust and scrap began to flow down from above her. She hadn't gotten to cut loose like this since she got here precisely because she was so scared of bringing the building down on someone, but if her objective was to bring part of the building down on herself there was no longer a problem. Her bullets cut through the upper floors like a power saw through ice, the numerous holes poked in the floor eventually forming into a web of cracks that caused the chunks to split apart and come raining down. She felt them, clattering around her, off her, a big chunk of something glancing off her head. She didn't pay it any mind, just held her breath so she didn't have to breath any of the debris in. In a few minutes she didn't feel anything raining down on her anymore. She stopped shooting and looked up, shaking pieces of building out of her hair. Through the still slightly crumbling holes that had been punched through the buildings floors she could see night sky and all a once a cool breeze seem to flow into the building. She tried to move, and found she was having trouble. Looking around, Bak found herself buried waist deep in chunks of rubble, smashed furniture, and the bodies of a few unfortunate imps that had had the floor sliced out from under them. Around her was even more rubble and debris, the crappy apartment they were in looking more and more like a disaster movie set. She tried to pull away some of the debris, noting that her arms were covered in little cuts and scratches from the shower she'd just taken. Probably her whole body was covered in superficial damage like that, and she'd be really sore come morning, but that was a small price to pay for a job well done. "All right, step one completed." She said. "Step two, going up to find our friends." She tried to move again and found it was extremely slow going. "Thobias, please help. It will take too much time to dig myself out." [hr] [center][h1]Naseraph Sana[/h1][/center] [hr] [@Bartimaeus] [hr] "Nicely done." Naseraph said clapping Aram on the shoulder. "I doubt he can burn through all that. We should leave regardless, just in case he can." He spun on his heel and followed quickly after Samoth. "Besides which, we should find Brutus." He called over his shoulder. Naseraph was ecstatic as he caught up with Samoth. Every one of the Big Three was currently inside this building, no doubt engaged in mortal combat above. No doubt that, even were one to win, they would be severely weakened and in a state where a handsome young vulture could just swoop in and take their head like it was nothing. He had been lying before. He wasn't empty. He always kept just a little bit of energy in reserve, in case he needed it. "They've probably ascended to the top floor by now." He said to Samoth. "We should move quickly." Hopefully this fool wouldn't interfere. If he did, Naseraph might have to use the last of his power on him. [hr] [center][h1]Gilliam DeWitt[/h1][/center] [hr] Gilliam picked himself suddenly up off the ground just in time to see the entrance to the apartment building finish sealing up. He stood testily in the moonlight, a constant stream of saliva pouring from both sides of his mouth. There was something in that building that was a danger to him. Well, two things now. One was Alto, and the other was the boy that took away his ability to be Gilliam DeWitt. Both of these threats had to be exorcised, that was obvious. Then there was the chicken. No real threat, no real reason to eliminate him, but for some reason Gilliam wanted desperately to [i]pluck that chicken![/i] Why was that? Was it....yesssssss. Humiliation. He'd been made to look like a fool. By a chicken. [i]By a piece of poultry![/i] Gilliam leaped at the wall of the building, bone tipped tendrils exploding from his back, his hands extending into wicked claws, and he clung to the side of it. The fools had sealed the entrance, this was true, but they had also sealed the exit. All Gilliam had to do was get to the top and work his way down. Inevitable they would encounter one another again. So Gilliam climbed, hand over hand, tendril over tendril, toward the top floor.