There was a very long, awkward pause both from Vani being ashamed of her noticing his eyes wandering, and Gram's hand shaking while holding her cup. [color=gray][b]"You...are completely unarmed? I assumed your weapon was magical in nature or...this is a problem. A major, absolute, catastrophic problem..."[/b][/color] the dragoness would say, biting the glove of her thumb. [color=gray][b]"Are you quite certain that you're without any of your...well, means of fighting?"[/b][/color] she would ask, letting her thumb free as she regained a bit of her composure.

Vani would rub his chin, looking Mammonie in the face. [color=tan][b]"Honestly, I had you pegged for a magician. What with the lack of armor and weapon and all. Also, yeah...sorry. Just not used to seeing people dressed so...y'know,"[/b][/color] he said. After giving it a moment of thought, Gram would ask: [color=gray][b]"What manner of weapon did you use to begin with? I've never heard of this 'Railgun'. Or Chromecalibur. Are they blades?"[/b][/color]

At Gram's question, Vani would pat his fist into his open palm. [color=tan][b]"If you use swords, you can use one of mine. This one's only usable by someone of my faith, but back at the temple I have a few more stored."[/b][/color]

...Mammonie would realize more and more how far into the deep end she was being thrown. But, she was also gradually getting more and more used to this state of being. Enough so that the details of the textboxes around Gram and Vani were getting clearer with more details, as if her brain was processing out a list of their general traits and abilities, but only ones known to her. 

Then, Vani would look a bit ashamed. [color=tan][b]"...The truth is, we...didn't know a thing about you before we even summoned you."[/b][/color]

Gram would wave her hand dismissively. [color=gray][b]"...It can't be helped. If you cannot fight, then...we'll have to fall back onto my other plan-"[/b][/color] Gram would say, before she tensed up. [color=gray][b]"...Dammit. They found us-"[/b][/color] she would say before a blinding flash of light would erupt from overhead, the carriage blown apart in an instant.

Gram and Vani would be flung from the carriage, while Mammonie would find herself relatively unharmed, sent flying in the opposite direction from the blast. The cold snow had broken all of their falls, but it seemed that while the MMO-player was fine, Vani was bloodied, a hand clutched over his chest as a gradual pulse of golden energy seeped from his palm. Gram was covered in fragments of bones, having been protected by a swift conjuration of undead around her...but blood still soaked her otherwise pristine attire. 

Floating above from a singular ringed gate that had burned itself into the sky was a figure that could best be described as angelic beyond humanity. A myriad of eyes, limbs, and faces melted into three rings that rotated slowly around a figure resembling a cherubim, a small humanoid angel resembling a child. Save, however, for the fact that the child-like figure had no eyes or face, a set of empty holes serving as its eyes as it examined Gram and Vani, then Mammonie. 

[center][color=gold][b]"So it is done"
"So she has come"
"Our Lady's antithesis"
"Demon..."
"Demon...!"
"DEMON!"[/b][/color][/center]
 the eyeless faces of the rings spoke, the cherubim's hand extending forward, before a ray of blinding light surged forward, this time aimed squarely at Mammonie. 

A wall of skeletons formed to intercept the blast, Gram's arm raised just in time to give Mammonie some defense. [color=gray][b]"If you can't fight, then run! Me and Vani will..."[/b][/color] she said, before falling to her knees in the snow. From a glance now, Mammonie could see bars representing their very lives, both of which were far in the red and inching closer to the brink. It was likely that they were no match for this thing whatsoever.