Makarios leapt from the building. 

Glitch hadn’t even given more intel, but it didn’t matter to Feral. The Maverick dove, finding his spot of emptiness. The breath of peace he tucked in a corner of his mind. [i]Let it expand, envelop. Connect.[/i] As he fell, his eyes flashed – the Pact of the Kingdom answering him. This connection was easy because she’d been one of the first singularities to welcome him. Just as Feral’s body was about hit roof of the building below, the silhouette of bird wings expanded around him briefly, their swift unfurling producing a cushion wind and Nox. Maki vaulted from the cushion, his form becoming a blur as he sailed and jumped over the rooftops toward the wharf where Thomas was. But something more than Thomas being there scared him.

Something more vicious than primal urge – the chaos of the arcane. The surge of magic he’d felt, it wasn’t just that it was wrong in being unfamiliar. It felt like more than just magic, and that feeling [i]burned[/i], the mental equivalent of having spice stuck in the throat and flooding the sinuses. He could think of only one Magni who might know what this was. [color=darkorange]“Please. Anyone but him,”[/color] Feral whispered to himself. 

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As he neared, he caught the rest of Glitch’s intel and heard Ill’s bike rapidly approaching. Maki didn’t have time to process why Angel was even at the scene, nor why there was an apparent civilian. That feeling of magic was active, and the Kingdom inside of him reacted. Something profane was in the air—and it was coming from the figures lurking around Thomas.
 
The two Mavericks arrived on the scene simultaneously. Without words, both melded into their positions—Chuck making a beeline for Thomas and Feral primed for the assailants. He felt a surge wash through him again, the worst timing for the [i]Whim of the Kingdom[/i]. This was the part of his Pact that the Kingdom dictated: Communion with [i]any[/i] spirit within him. He could have no say, only faith.

One of the aberrant figures, dwarfing even Thomas in height, reared as IllAdvised slid toward Angel. Its talons flexed and swiped down at the Maverick leader. The feeling of energy rose through Feral, popping through the pores of his hand. The talons of the aberrant stopped inches from Chuck’s head, as a glowing purple form of a giant snake extended from Makarios’ hand and constricted the aberrant being. 

He’d gotten lucky! He knew Yala, had rested in her den before. She wasn’t entirely formed on this plane, appearing as just a construct of Feral’s Nox. However, even this form was larger than the aberrant and coiled around, restraining it.

The second aberrant charged head-first as Feral took his stance. Feral unsheathed his knobkerrie club faster than a normal eye could comprehend. With an upswing of the ball-side of the club, Feral stunned the creature with a singular strike to its chin. It dropped, twitching. 


A roar pierced his sentence, reverberating throughout the silent wharf as the third aberrant creature howled. Maki chucked his club, the weight balanced perfectly. It was made of the strongest wood in Africa and pressure treated with Nox. It’s angled edge was fused with a strong metal alloy. After deducing that these creatures were the source of the odd magic he felt, Maki was certain his club’s ability to sap magic would come in handy. Unfortunately, the club struck the creature and rebounded, flying back into Feral’s hand. [color=darkorange][i]‘Did it just—reject it!? How…?’[/i][/color]

[color=steelblue][i]"I can stabilize him enough to move him, but he's not going to make it if we don't get him to a hospital."[/i][/color]

The Maverick leader’s announcement tickled something in Feral’s mind. On instinct, he let his sense of Nox expand to Thomas and felt a slice of pain that made him recoil. He was right.

[color=darkorange]“Bad news, hun: these guys are tougher than it seems and we can’t leave [i]her[/i].”[/color] His eyes flashed to the civilian, [color=darkorange] “And if we want to make it worse— his wound is cursed, and that’s out of my wheelhouse. And the worst news—“[/color] A lunge from the creature narrowly avoided by Feral interrupted him. The Maverick spun his feet in a half-moon arc, bring the ball-end of the club down on the creature’s head. The Nox-fueled hit brought down with such force, a small crack was left in the crater.

[color=darkorange]“Like I was saying, worst news: I think I know the guy who has the knowledge to remove it…”[/color] He surveyed the wharf in this brief pause. He saw his brother bleeding out, and vengeance clawed at the base of his mind, but—[color=darkorange]“And making sure he’s okay is more important than them. Yala’s got this one pinned, but I don’t think we’ve got long for the others. If they don’t have eyes, is it safe to assume sound or smell navigation?”[/color]

As he spoke, a series of bones popping and cracking echoed. The creatures were twitching on the ground, coming to and starting to re-orient. [color=darkorange]“Shit, we need to know what happened...Fine! I’ll call him.”[/color] Makarios rolled his eyes and reached into the pouch tucked into the armor above the small of his back. He produced two items, a small conch shell and a quill pen tip. He crushed the shell in his palm and spoke into the dispersing dust. [color=darkorange] “I need you. Go to where I left you with the tab.”[/color] The quill tip he jabbed into his finger before tossing it into the puddle of Thomas’ blood. The quill pen pulsed and leaked a pool of ink that shifted into series of runes and spread over the area in a perfect 10 x 10 square before pulsing a soft gold light and disappearing. 

He looked at Chuck again, [color=darkorange]”Can you create an opening? I can hold it and meet you at our usual med location.”[/color]