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[Color=AEECD5][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening
[Color=AEECD5][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ember Grove University-Art Exhibit
[Color=AEECD5][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Shay [@Potter]

As the artist announced his departure Elias noticed caught sight of a small group of men who entered the art showing. Some of the men dispersed through the crowd without a word to each other, while others remained at the front doors. Although it was possible that they were additional security his instincts told him they were not; adrenalin shot through him and a bad feeling set in. Everything in him was on alert, his instincts screamed danger, and he kept tabs as best he could on the men who traveled through the crowded showing. A woman he’d seen talking with the artist approached them offering the painting to the mysterious art lover he’d tried to chat with, which was a lovely and generous act. Her choice of words seemed to confirm the bad feeling he had gotten only moments ago. His eyes glanced at the men who had just arrived as the redhead spoke the very deliberate phrase of ‘there are wicked things that like to come out to play.’ Something bad was about to happen, not too surprisingly as it was a Friday night in Ember Grove. He glanced down at the business card she’d handed them for a place called The Witches Brew and chuckled slightly. He’d heard of it but had never been there, Father Xavier had always chastised it for being filled with demonic sympathizers. Seeing as he was now also a ‘demon sympathizer’ he just might have to check it out, no sense turning down a free treat either. He offered a quick thanks to the woman who quickly made her exit. 

His attention turned back to the mysterious brunette who seemed incredibly attached to that particular painting and he couldn’t help but smile to see her get what she’d wanted. He gave a slight wave as she left, clearly sensing the heavy aura of danger that filled the room as well, and was momentarily relieved that she’d be spared the sight of whatever was about to happen. Then the screaming started. The men that had given him a bad feeling were, unsurprisingly vampires, and they sprang their attack on the dozens of helpless people in the room. Three of them blocked the main doors, slaughtering those that tried to flee, while the other vampires in the room fed on the confused masses. A howl erupted from a man as he transformed into a werewolf in the midst of going after the vampires. The redhead he’d seen earlier, most likely a hunter, and a small child joined the fight was well. Though Eli had a lot of questions about why a child had a gun and a pet werewolf, he didn’t really have time to think about it. He was more than pleased to know he was not alone fighting about a dozen vampires in a packed and panicked room. 

In the midst of the action he spotted the woman from a few seconds ago returning only to see the man, well, vampire, who had been selling the paintings attack her. Eli quickly drew his gun, which was loaded up with the UV bullets as vampires were often the biggest threat lurking around town and went to take a shot at the vampire. But the woman, who he now knew to be a witch, threw the vampire across the room and transformed into a completely different person. Since she clearly didn’t need his help, he turned his attention back to those who did, firing a shot at the nearest vampire as it lunged for a victim. Despite the attempt at carnage by the vampires the whole scene had a sort of beautiful unity to it; hunters, a werewolf, and a witch all working together to protect innocent lives. While many people sought protection by sticking close to the wolf, hunter, and child many others still rushed towards the doors. If the strange trio were handling crowd control it was clear that he needed to prioritized those by the door in order to get people out. 

[color=skyblue]”Sorry handsome, I’m not your brunette.”[/color] He heard the witch address him causing him to immediately grin like an idiot.

[Color=AEECD5]“Nah, Super-Witch, I’d say this look really suits you.”[/color] He answered back, unable to stop himself from stealing the occasional glance at the witch as she fought, absolutely enamored by the warrior witch who was lit up like a goddess by flames that engulfed her fists. It was, admittedly, incredibly stupid to allow himself to be so easily distracted. A hard right hook to the face reminded him exactly how stupid it was and as he staggered back a bit, a hungry vampire lunged at him. Though his reflexes were fast, they certainly weren’t vampire fast. Before he had the chance to aim and shoot, he was flung to the ground but somehow, likely a magical somehow, the vampire was unable to tear into his skin. The impact of being knocked to the ground had left him struggling to regain his breath but he managed to fire a shot into the vampire’s chest as the creature struggled to break through the invisible force that prevented it from turning him into a blood meal. He wasn’t entirely sure how he kept managing to come by so much good luck as it certainly wasn’t from his own karma. 

He shoved the scream vampire off him as it began to burn from the inside out and jumped back to his feet. Eli made eye contact with Super-Witch again and gestured towards the door. [Color=AEECD5]“Whatda say we clear the exit?”[/color] He suggested.