[h2]Saria - Rhine Labs[/h2]

Despite the change in role, and [i]despite[/i] having done her best to train the Defence Section--both before her departure, and since her return--there were still some problems that necessitated a hands-on approach. It seemed to be inevitable that Rhine Labs would, even with more ethical oversight, [i]still[/i] have the occasional disaster that the majority couldn't hope to come near in safety.

Maybe that was just the nature of the cutting edge of science. Originium was always going to be volatile, and that still comprised a large amount of their research. When it wasn't used directly, there was still the matter of trying to address oripathy, and where there were Infected... some people were always going to lose control, regrettably, or lash out at the world with weapons that nobody could take from them.

This meant dressing herself for conflict once again, and having someone explain the details of exactly [i]what[/i] was going on while en route. Potentially devastating if not brought to a halt in time--unsurprising. And strong enough that the blast containment on the lab would likely fail if not addressed quickly enough. That... eerily familiar to her last incident before leaving, yet an entirely different scenario. Ifrit was nowhere near this building.

Leaving her entourage at the exit, Saria entered alone, only to be met with an unexpected white light--

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[h2]Saria - Church[/h2]

Taking stock of the situation, Saria first tried to place [i]where[/i] she could be. A church? Laterano was the first place to spring to mind, yet nobody here had a halo--nor was there an overabundance of guns in evidence--and that moved that far down the list. That made it more likely to be Iberia, and it was [i]possible[/i] that everyone here was actually a Liberi despite the eclectic collection of attire. Everyone except the robot, although who could have developed something like that? Raythean's designs were hardly so sleek, and it was still far smaller than Rhine Labs' own power armour...

Location later, first there was the pressing matter of being under attack. The child was using some form of healing arts, which meant she could save her limited first-aid supplies until later. The Higashi-looking girl had created some sort of paper barrier against the arrows, but they couldn't afford to sit here and wait for a plan whilst under attack by an unknown number of assailants. This building was half ruined, and it was only a matter of time before they escalated to something more drastic. Smoking them out. Throwing grenades. Some form of arts. 

All of which were harder to deal with if they had no visibility.

"Drop the barrier, we need to push out," the wyvern stated, tone brooking no dissent, already marching towards the heavy, closed doors at the end of the church. No doubt someone would be outside, and as soon as someone realised the way was open, they would try to funnel in. Unless there was an entire army, the ability to (if needed) fall back and use the doors as a choke point born of human ignorance would make the entire scenario easier.

It might be expected that the woman would heave the doors open. But as she came nearer, she focused on the metal hinges. Thick, heavy... and now so very, very brittle.

When she gave the wood a kick, as soon as the paper barrier dropped, the result wasn't therefore the splintering of heavy wood: it was that same obstacle being sent rocketing outwards, the hinges no longer able to take any sort of stress without snapping.