[center][h3]Mikey and the Gods and the oh crap is that gun fire!!!!111[/h3][/center]

Micheal had knelt on one knee beside  Scarlet as she started to work on the bomb, "Interesting, no one has ever gone to this extent back on the Rez. Gotta tell you these guys are a touch above then." He hummed watching her work, even offering a hand to hold a part of the quickly strange looking and becoming plastic explosive mound come into being. He'd scrambled back several feet and into a small alcove, where somehow his three god friend had also slipped into. Then...

He looked over, "Was that a..." He blinked as a stray round fwacked into the door frame of the second house. He blinks, "Well fuck me sidewise and running." He looks over at Scarlet giving her a confused look. And then he nodded. And all he could think to himself is, [i]"Oh honey if only you knew life on the Rez like I do. A little gunfire is nothing new."[/i] As the gun-toting merc ran out to help take care of thins Micheal and looked to his friends, "You guys in? Or sitting out?" The three hummed and nodded, "We can help." Micheal grinning, "Thanks boys. Come on. Let's find some cover. And maybe an empowering ritual? What do you think? A crow hop?" The other three grinned as they carefully filed out, finding a place to settle in outside.

And again the drum came out, and the four found a place. A set of hard wood, piled high. out of the way and protected. Micheal ran his hands over the drum surface. Not even ducking when another stray round wickered over head. He hummed. Then took up a drum stick. Looking around at his posse....

And unlike last time at the warehouse where the power of the ritual took effect at the beat of the drum. There's a pulse of magic the moment he shoots out, "HOKA!" Invigorating and focusing energy. Powerful and soul-filling. Freeing and uplifting. Allowing for better aim, courage and prowess! The power of a Ritual indeed. And then the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sq8TpcoXhFw] song [/url] began. And Micheal's voice soared up in the lead. A faint pillar of his pure blue magic blazing up as he tips his voice to the sky. Helping his teammates as best he can. And after the first verse, the gods join in and three more pillars of support magic blaze into the air. Further helping the team.

Even as some of assailants try and fire towards the four pillars of light, Micheal and his friends still sing!