[center][h2]Gilliam[/h2][/center] [@Crowvette][@Dezuel][@supertinyking] [hr] This one was [i]strong[/i]. Gilliam hadn't expected it to be this strong. He felt the rush of air as he was ripped from his perch and thrown back into the wall, then again, then across the ground, leaving red and pink smears of himself across every surface. Through it all he could fuel the pulse of life, the flow of fresh blood flowing through the tendrils he'd coiled himself around. He willed his own tendrils change, hard little nubs forming into points as he was slammed into a final place. Thoroughly mangled, Gilliam pulled himself back together as best he could as the prey spoke. He spine of kinship and recruitment, and Gilliam couldn't help but let out a wheezy little chuckle. "I apologize, sir." He said without standing, every word coming out in a strained half whisper as it forced itself out of his broken body. "Bracing though your negotiation tactics may be, I have a previous obligation to consider. And unfortunately for you, you've chosen said previous obligations land as your hunting ground." There was a sound like someone taking the first bite of a fresh, sweet plumb as the mouths that Gilliam had created on his tendrils began to take the first tentative bites of their counterparts. Long strips of pearly white teeth, sharp as knives, opened and closed to try and bring fresh meat and blood down their new esophagus into his stomach. They wrapped around more tightly, trying to keep their meal from pulling away, intending to feast until there was nothing left of them. "Oh, beg my pardon again sir. I'm afraid my tournament debut has left me a might peckish." [hr] [center][h2]Ria[/h2][/center] [@Scarifar][@rawkhawk64][@Bartimaeus][@AtomicNut] [hr] There was a loud, crackling boom like the roar of the ocean as the entire room was bathed in light. Brutus's beam, Diana's power, surged across the room and engulfed the wood masked cultist. His form was briefly visible as a black shadow within the light for anyone who could stand to look upon it before vanishing. When it ended everything was silent. The masked corpses at their feet laid still, their rhythmic head knocking coming to an end. All there was left of the cultist was a rapidly cooling hole bored halfway through the opposite wall, red hot dry wall and cement left melting in its wake. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen!" Ria said, breaking the silence. She limped out from her hiding place. Phone still open in her hand, she gave Michale a rough bump as she grabbed him to help support herself. "You agree, right Michael? You asshole? She wasn't gonna abandon me, no sir, you piece of human garbage. Diana!" She called out across the pile of bodies she's have to cross to get over to her and Brutus. "That was hot. You too, Brutus, holy shit." It was around this point that she finally noticed a message on her phone. Curiously, she opened it and, upon reading it, gave a mirthless laugh. "Hey guys, message from King. He says that we're under attack. Here." She leaned the phone over so Michael could see it. "Ya'll want to go get in more fights or do we hole up somewhere?" [hr] [hr] [center][h2]Bak[/h2][/center] [@RoflsMazoy][@rawkhawk64][@Crazy Scion][@KillamriX88][@Dezuel] [hr] At some point Bak had stood up. She didn't know when. Maybe it was when Rurik and Christine's sister started fighting in earnest. She was still trying to figure out what was going on. Rurik said they had to fight. Christine was saying no. There was a tension she could sense from them and Clara that she'd never felt before in any meeting. Christine kept getting more and more distressed, casting wind far to close to Clara for Bak's enjoy meant. What was going to happen? She felt like they were going to so something to one another. While that was going on Yuuto kept up his fight with...someone. She wasn't sure who, but he seemed familiar and that didn't make her feel any better. Was he the enemy? No, he was standing up for Christians sister so...that meant... It was nonsense! This was all nonsense! Everyone was fighting but no one was anyones enemy! It tore her up. She wanted to protect her friends, but protecting one friend meant maybe hurting another one. It was paralyzing. All she could do was make sure none of their fights came near Vittorio. Then, suddenly, everything seemed to stop. Thobias, seemingly from nowhere as he always did, appeared and spirited the sisters away. Yuuto and the mystery boy were collapsed in the mud. Clara was still, but didn't seem happy. Bak felt her breathing, which had been sharp and irregular as she watched all this, level out. She felt things come back into focus. There was no conflict now. There were only injuries. That was something she could understand. She focused on that. Bak was running on autopilot. She stomped over to where Rurik and Clara had been left and put herself between the two of them. "We can not stay here." She said, pleadingly. "We need to leave. Can not go to hospital. We've broken many laws today." She looked pointedly over at Yuuto and Vittorio as she said this, beofre she reached out and closed her hand around Rurik arm, She'd forgotten all about how bloody her gloves were. "I'll carry you. Climb on." She insisted, in a tone that brooked no argument despite its wearyness. "We're leaving." She repeated, talking specifically to Clara. "Call Celestine." Then, if he didn't hop up, she'd drag him away from Clara. She thought it was very important to get him away from Clara. Clara would tell them where to meet Celestine. She went on past Vittorio, stopping to check that he was still breathing before moving on out of the fire scorched area of this park and into the mud. She felt herself sinking as she walked up to where Yuuto lay. She looked down at him, and for a moment felt intensely angry. In a way, this was all his fault. He was the one that had gone too far. He was the one that had ruined the entire day. But as she saw just his injured he was, and how tired he seemed, she felt that anger cool down. There would be time to reprimand him later. For now she hauled him up out of the mud and placed him over one arm. "Do not ever do that again." She whispered, but she wasn't even sure he could hear her. Then she turned to the mystery man, hovering above him like the blade of a guillotine. "Oh." She said, slightly surprised. She knew this guy. He wandered around the school at night sometimes, taking classes at night. Bak had avoided him, mostly because she'd thought he was a vampire. "You are one of us. Come along. We have doctor that can help." With that she reached down and started to drag him up as well. After this she'd go get Vittorio, after getting all these gyus arranged semi-comfortably so she could carry him more gently, and they could all find a safe place to rest up and stop being such big fools. Everything was going to be all right. She was going to make sure everything is all right.