[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] Bifröst -- Asgard
Skills: [/center][hr]

A lot [i]has[/i] changed in these last six months. Cuyler glanced down at his mini arsenal of weapons and Asgardian army. No longer was the simple boy of the Land of Lost Nights, moving from port to port to sell his wares and learning about their unique items. He listened to Halley’s words, appreciating the review of Loki and just who they were dealing with. They would have to be on their guard and if they got separated they would have to challenge each other. If Loki could really mask himself as one of them, it would probably be his best option. 
[color=pink]”Pleasant as always Heimdall,”[/color] Cuyler greeted after his usual speech. The four of them weren’t left alone for long and Cuyler smiled as he saw Bruce and Myth approach them. Cuyler wasn’t upset by the notion of more people joining. To him, more people meant more backup and they could cover more ground. 
[color=pink]”Myth, I barely recognized you without the little one attached to your hip,”[/color] he teased her. He gave her a side hug before he smiled warmly at Bruce. He still fangirled over the man but was at least contained. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] P7, [color=#006400]J8 --> J6[/color] -- The Palace Courtyard 
Skills: Brawling, Stamina, Resistance[/center][hr]

Lennox stalled in the middle of the path towards the Castle. There was a fire on one side of him, vampires on the other and a vampire in front of him. He slowly bent to the ground, sliding Myrus off of his back before he rose, unsheathing his sword and made ready to fight an immortal thing. They were on their own and Lennox shifted his weight, ready to defend. 
“Prince Myrus, if you find it in yourself to use your gift at any point, I encourage you to do so,” Lennox said kindly before he went forward and struck the vampire. He made his mark but the vampire made no reaction. Lennox skipped back one step, leaving enough room behind him to protect Myrus still but defend from the vampire as well. 

Meanwhile, things with Amarantha could be going better but it could be much worse. She now had the vampire pinned underneath her and felt an increasing amount of raw strength and power. Couple that with her pre-existing strength and skill and Amarantha felt damn near unstoppable. The only problem seemed to be a pain in her jaw and the need to cut someone open and fill her mouth with the liquid that flowed from it. It seems when she was bitten, she was turned as well. What an interesting predicament. Amarantha held on tighter to the vampire below her as the change over took her. 
[color=#006400]”It seems I am. What a mistake that was on your part,”[/color] Amarantha noted. Amarantha was a fighter, she didn’t give into anyone or anything unless it was by her design. She leaned in, moving quickly and fangs dropped as she neared Oliver’s neck. The shift in weight though made it easy for the vampire to flip her over and have her pinned to the ground. Amarantha hissed in annoyance, sounding much more menacing now. She shifted, moving her knee up to kick the thing in its groin but it didn’t even seem phased. It was like hitting a wall with pillows. 
Annoyed Amarantha looked around her, seeing a vampire on fire that seemed to turn to ash before their very eyes. The food table was also on fire. Antonjie was with Sylvi now, Lennox and Myrus were cornered and there were many dead bodies on the ground. Including Amarantha’s guard. She glared and looked back at Oliver. She went slack, relaxing a bit and stared up at the vampire curiously annoyed.
[color=#006400]”Well since I have you, mind telling me what you are doing here? A little far from home, isn't it?"[/color] It was a common thing she did in training, teaching a few people as well. A little misdirection, pretending to be weak and admit defeat by going slack and the attacker would think they won. This was particularly true when it came to the male ego. She only hoped vampires suffered from that same affliction. Dangerous thing hope. Amarantha knew very little about Vampires but she did know they didn’t belong here. Screaming and yelling filled her ears. The smell of burning food, blood and salted tears filled her nostrils. Everything was turned up, including the sensation of clothes rubbing against her skin and the vampire pressed down on top of her. The vampire still didn’t tightened his hold on her so Amarantha didn’t wait any longer. She shifted, pushing her arms against him, using him as a counterweight and rolled them back over so she was on top and could stand up, getting away from him. 
She was now beside the food table that was [b]Magykally[/b] burning. Without hesitating Amarantha kicked the leg of the table, shattering it and the table collapsed sending burning food flying and rolling across the ground. Unfortunately it missed its intended target. She pulled out another knife and stared at Oliver before she started shouting for those around her to hear. 
[color=#006400]”[b]Magyked[/b] fire!”[/color] Her voice carried and she hoped there were enough in the area with the ability. [color=#006400]”Use it on them and they will die.”[/color] Amarantha was at an impasse. If she used the fire, it could easily be turned on her and she would die. She had no [b]Magyk[/b] of her own but she did know of something that was born with it. It was reckless and stupid but unless a miracle occurred in the next few seconds, Amarantha was going to the barracks. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#1E90FF]Location: Luna’s Bedroom off The Long Walk -- The Palace[/color]
Skills: [/center][hr]

Titan put a hand out, stopping Ahote from going any further. What was the point? They were here, safe for the moment.
“How about we think of a better plan rather than, ‘let’s go out and see what happens’ ya?” The Queen shared a similar sentiment and Ahote turned around, ready to argue and just go. He was expendable, they were not. A ghost then [b]Appeared[/b] and Ahote was seemingly unfazed other than the fact this ghost was scolding Valda for letting men into her room. Ah, this must be the mother. Queen Meliscente. Ahote took to a sweeping bow, hoping to show a sign of respect to the former Queen. 
[color=#1E90FF]”No ill will is intended I assure you.”[/color] There was a flash before he could say anymore and Ahote turned just in time to see Luna’s hair vanish into a cupboard. He blinked a few times, shocked. 
Titan walked over to the cupboard, ignoring the others in the room. He examined the outside of it before he opened it up and was transported as well. He appeared behind Luna and quickly went about examining the room. “What do you see,” he asked Luna as he searched. 
Ahote looked away from the spot where two people now vanished. There was no telling where it went or what waited on the other side. It might not even take them to the same place but there was a chance. He turned and looked at Valda. [color=#1E90FF]”Go,”[/color] he instructed. There was a kindness but demand in his voice still. Ahote was still expendable but Valda wasn’t.