[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RFvcVZSh/tumblr-okus4b-RDQz1w3nwrko4-250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Gretna Green - Church
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: Deasmhumhnach, Shuibhne[/center][hr]	For a brief moment, she wished that the Lady Kirkpatrick was there fighting alongside them. She had no doubt that her employer was one of the more formidable trained individuals in this day and age, probably able to best the skills of the sharpest individual here. Yet it wasn't the time for idle thoughts and she continued in her quest to keep the creature busy and occupied, as to allow the strange ritual the Russian woman was performing to proceed. She did not know whether or not her ritual was godly, but it truthfully did not matter at the moment. So many trained skills did not draw from Maeve's faith yet she had no doubt that his hand was involved in each of their usages. Via the trained skill of Shuibhne, she managed to strike back the tendrils and she similarly struck them drawing on her skill of Deasmhumhnach with her staff. 

	Fortune must have been with her as her strikes kept the tendrils from ensnaring another innocent soul, as well as providing an opening for others to attack. Combat against the forces of darkness really was a team sport - there was no [i]I[/i] in [i]team[/i] after all. From what she could tell, the others were performing splendidly as well. There was a glorious white light forming on the center of the creature, reminding her of what the Russian man had exclaimed about before. And then, the strange woman with skin as pale as one of the Soulless struck it with her blade, seemingly ending the monstrosity. [color=ff6600]"Ah've never seen anythin' loike it meself, miss,"[/color] Maeve answered Colette. If the creature was the body lying on the altar, then perhaps this was just some new sort of Soulless she had not yet encountered. [color=ff6600]"Maybe de creature wus 'is soul?"[/color]

	The haze continued to cloud her vision, but the haze had started before they encountered this being in the Church so she had no idea if the two were related or not. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/256tZJSJ/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Gretna Green - Church
[b][color=9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: Nakai, Deduction[/center][hr]	So many people working together in harmony to inflict pain on this poor creature, it truly was a symphony of violence and resiliency. Oh, to be a fly on the wall (or perhaps a maggot?)! Her grip on the sword was tight and she remembered seeing Millicent using swords before. She thought of all the stories about swordsmen she had been told and then took in a few logical considerations of the blade. All together, her information was assembled within seconds. The Irishwoman had provided an excellent opening, Veta's ritual had slammed into the creature and weakened it, and Ny backed away to allow an opening. Virginia dashed forward without faltering, raising the sword up and plunging it down into the core of the vile beast. [color=#9999ff]"Poor monster,"[/color] Virginia whispered. 

	She pulled the blade out of the creature, examining that instead of blood there was a pure white ichor of sorts dripping from the tip. Before her eyes, the substance turned black and then became the consistency of ash, as the creature began to resemble some sort of construct prepared out of charred wood. Virginia watched intently, staring at the dust on the altar and smelling the potent sulfur in the room. [color=#9999ff]"Dust to dust,"[/color] Virginia echoed, finishing the question that Millicent had posed. She smiled slightly at Millicent's compliment, yet her soul was aching for the waste of life that had just befallen the poor beast. [color=#9999ff]"I do not believe this was sweet Ludwig... though I could be wrong,"[/color] she said, raising her voice so the others could hear her. [color=#9999ff]"Yet anything dear Ludwig knew, I imagine that knowledge was shared by the wondrous Ny,"[/color] she added, gesturing towards the man frantically scribbling away.