[center][h2]With Andreim & Lise[/h2][/center]
[@Crowvette][@Dezuel][@supertinyking]

The strange cultist descended through the air, his tentacles flapping in the breeze as he sailed downwards. His scream seemed to raddel the world. It was little wonder, then, that all eyes were on him and not the figure that detached itself silently from the wall behind him and shadowed him as he fell. The figure reached out with one of its arms, and as it did so the arm seemed to untangle like woven thread into three log, rippling, tubes of meat and bone. They lashed greedily forward, to entwine themselves in this rivals own tendrils and squeeze, to teat his strength agaist them.

Gilliam smiled a cruel half smile as he fell. He was half of a lot of things right now. Half a head. Half the number of arms. Burned and frozen, one half the dapper butler the other the scabbed over mass of meat. The pretender William's damage still pitched and tingled. He'd intended to make his showy escape then hide in the dark, secret places of the arena until he could find some isolated biomass to reconstitute himself. 

It was lucky for him that these people had appeared. No one would miss them. Probably.

Besides which, he wanted to see the look on the Dewitt's faces when they heard he'd protected an actual princess.

[center][h2]Medical Pavilion[/h2][/center]
[@Scarifar][@rawkhawk64][@Bartimaeus][@AtomicNut]

Ria had looked up as soon as Diana had summond up her huge monster and had fallen out of bed in shock. From there she had watched the whole altercation up to now, standing on her knees and looking over the edge of her bed. First demons, now cultists? She was to high for this nonsense. 

Still, as Diana summoned up a sabre of pure lightning and stepped forward to bury it in the nearest zombies back she couldn't help but admit she enjoyed the girls moxie. She pulled out her phone, sporting the message that king had sent out calling for the Vigilantes to assembled, grinned, and started recoding.

If they were about to die, she wanted to share the truth of his badass this girl and Michael met it at least. She would ignored that little implication Mikey made about abandoning her to her fate, for now.

It wasn't long before the worn turned on the zombies, though. After all, Brutus was still here and with flourish he proceeded to light them all up. The zombies seized up stiff and the masked necromancer fought to resist the electricity but found himself unable to move and he twitched and spasmed in the flash field.

The zombies, muscles seized by the flash field, resorted to jerky hops to try and get to their prey but Michel leaped forward, quickly driving his rubber souled shoe into the nearest one and sending it flying into the others, knocking the way clear 
to the main enemy before setting about restraining them.

And Diana could feel it, her weapons being pulled in her grip. Guided almost, drawn in by the electricity Brutus was pumping into their targets. The two longing to meet together. 

On the ground a the downed zombies began jerkily, sloppily, banging the masks into the ground on the necromancers order.