[color=603F6E][center][h1][b]Agatha Loom[/b][/h1][/center][/color]

Agatha veered around cautiously as the streetlights burnt out, only to immediately reignite. When they did, the entire group was surrounded by shambling monstrosities.

To Agatha, they were abnormally tall with massive eyes. All of them were affixed directly on her, even as they reached closer proximity to other bystanders and obviously turned their bodily attention towards them.

There were [i]far[/i] too many. Jaden, the dark-skinned man, shouted what was on all of their minds,

"Make a way out somehow!" 

He then threw more blue spheres at the approaching crowd, Despite being able to subdue one of the reaching tentacles that grasped at him, it did little than force the creature he hit to recoil, before bearing down upon him. In retaliation, they threw up a blue energy shield, but were obviously stuck and unlikely to make their own escape. Kaitlyn made a better escape, riding along a wave projection that simply let her bypass straight over the heads of the crowd, as well as knocking a few of them down and out of the way. 

"Fly!" The Lady Bug intoned. Suddenly, Agatha remembered she had that ability, despite her massive size. Peering around, she saw-- Rita. Out of the entire bunch, she was probably the most helpless, only carrying a rock to nervously fend for herself. Agatha scuttled straight up to them, before letting out a loud chitter, one that very probably scared the crap out of them more than the approaching mob. Agatha then pushed her head forward between Rita's legs, hopefully giving a signal of some sort for her intents. She then started lifting her up off the ground, trying to pull Rita back and onto the small space towards the back of her head yet still in front of her wings, forcibly mounting her atop the sedan-sized ladybug. 

After a few seconds, Agatha's wings started fluttering rapidly, letting her gradually rise up and off the ground, despite her massive size. She then flew straight over the heads of the mob, avoiding their grasps and gropes at her as she completely bypassed them. Her first target was straight over Jaden, who was still struggling to keep off one of the monsters with his shield. With a swift swing of her front leg, she knocked the creature right off and to the ground. She then lowered herself in the air slightly, holding one of her legs out to Jaden as a sort of monkey-bar for him to grab onto. 

[color=344A6C][center][h1][b]Tristan Douge[/b][/h1][/center][/color]

Tristan kept running through the interwinding city, until exhaustion finally dropped on him. He stopped near a large wooden pole, grasping onto it as he rapidly inhaled and exhaled air, deciding to try and get his bearings and take in the surrounding area. He stopped at an intersection, with the biggest visible building being the public library. He was content to just stand around there, letting him recover his strength, before he set off again. Obviously, it seemed the monsters from earlier weren't as interested in him. He didn't know how things went-- Did they manage to defend themselves, or did they all get pulled off to god knows where? He wasn't very sure. All he wanted to do right now was find a way to get back--

"Hey! Hey! Guy, wait a second! Over here!" He heard a voice call.

Tristan turned his head, looking over across the intersection. There stood a bright-red haired woman, calling and hollering after him. She didn't look very familiar; He didn't remember seeing if she was with the group earlier. Well, she didn't [i]look[/i] like an impossibly long tentacle with faces along it. That was trustworthy in his book. He made a brief jog over towards her, before sharply responding to her calls.

"Quiet! This place is really dangerous." He warned, scanning around himself carefully, "Did you see that pillar of light too?" he asked, in a hushed voice. 

Suddenly, the street lights burnt out, for a brief moment, before they turned back on. When they did, Tristan could see in the distance a mob of strange creatures shambling towards him. They all had no faces, and blooded right hands with incredibly sharp fingers. They each casually walked towards him, flexing and sharpening their razor fingers.

"Oh [b]shit[/b]."