[center][h1][color=palegreen]Ramiel Wyndham[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

The march through the city was an eerie, somber experience. The distortions of the city and the 'other realm' so to speak showed what were likely different sides of the same coin as they marched through the abandoned streets of one of the most technologically advanced and largest cities on the continent. The experience would've likely been a lot more amazing and interesting a journey if the knowledge that they might have to fight the cities occupants didn't sour the experience. 

As misfortune would have it, they did find civilians as their mission continued, an eclectic mix of what appeared to be commoners and nobles, appeared and began attacking them. An unorganized horde of men and noblemen seemingly spilled out of the woodwork to attack at them, along with a seemingly more organized group of armed 'people', still an eclectic mix of noble and common men, but with weapons marching in a semblance of a cohesive unit.  

Ramiel pulled himself to the back of their squad, where his range would provide him with the most advantage, razor thin bolts of lightning streaking from his bow to pick off targets of opportunity wherever they made themselves apparent. He weaved his shots through the squad as they fought, his bolts connecting with the bodies of enemies that attempted to get around to the backs of his squadmates. 

They fought for hours, though it felt longer to Ramiel. He had not necessarily gotten comfortable with the idea of fighting the former civilians of Gabaras, but he'd accepted it as a part of what they'd have to do to survive. Several of the others seemed to share his sentiments, as they collected their breath after the last crystal was put up. Though the calm wouldn't last for too long. 

Something happened and their mage Maria fell over screaming, turning to react, Ramiel saw the distortions erupt and slowly but surely his squadmates began disappearing. Feeling a sense of helplessness set in, Ramiel looked for someway to escape his current predicament, but the thought barely had time to form before he too disappeared.