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Jack saw the creature pop out out a portal and shake the ground with its presence. He saw 8th Street walk out from behind it, too many for most of the coven to realistically take on directly. Far off in the distance, to his left and somewhat behind him, he could see walls of ice rising up as a strange field of energy bisected it. If his memory served, that was Briana's anti-teleportation spell. Jack got fucked over by that a time or two on his tracking runs... Emily was there. Vashti was there, and was about to get slugged by a glowing hot Linqian. Was she fucking insane? Jack had half a mind to drop a Void portal under her feet just to save her from getting dogpiled by that many people. 

Instead, he decided to play this smart. If she wanted to bang knuckles with the likes of Babylon and fucking [i]George,[/i] then Jack could at least give her some quiet support. 

Meanwhile, a roundshield formed over Stormy's wrist like an instinct. He eyed the hulking behemoth and assumed it was some form of Abominable or an Apparition. He didn't recognize some of them, but his attention was grabbed by [i]Luca[/i] getting in between them and Britney. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

[color=00ff98]"He can't get in there and fight in his-"[/color]

The house was on fire before he could even finish his sentence. Stormy flinched as it just started to spontaneously combust, only for Emily to shoot a flaming skull at it. More shields manifested to block any bits of debris or shrapnel that might've been thrown his and Drake's way. 

[i]Fuck.[/i]

[color=00ff98]"Drake- Let's go. I'm with you."[/color] Ignoring Drake's comment about Luna fighting them, His free hand began to glow the usual green shade of all his auras. [color=00ff98]"Take this, get in their faces and Emily can't burn you. Do it [i]quick,[/i] before they can start throwing more magic out and make it less effective,"[/color] he said, voice just low enough only he, Sully, Luna and Tayla could hear. [color=00ff98]"Luca's going to get himself killed and I do [i]not[/i] trust Linqian to take on that many people alone, I'll be right behind you."[/color] All Drake had to do was tap his hand against Stormy's, and he would be given a Phantombane aura, to help him run into the fray with a bit more insurance. 

In the aftermath of that miniature red sun produced by Emily, something appeared. The light emitted from it allowed for something to be manifest in the shadows cast. It was a [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/786bb8e8-a058-4715-84fe-6f028bf62d1b.png]vague humanoid shape[/url] made of darkness, like something from a nightmare. It appeared in a puff of black smoke with a zombie-like gait, and swung a solid fist aimed at Aaron's, a cheap shot at the guy who pulled out a gun. It was supposed to get his attention and distract him, even if only long enough for him to break the trick like glass with a bullet.

Meanwhile, in the upper floor of the house, Amara was in a frenzy. The explosion from Emily's abstraction means the front door and most of the lower floor itself weren't options. She kicked in the only remaining door she hadn't tried, and found Sloane and Lynn minding their own business.

In her hands was a .45 caliber pistol with a hefty suppressor on the end, pointed down to the floor. Red flames, broken pieces of the walls and smoke blazed around her, but she wasn't alone. As she stepped into the door, three ethereal figures in the shape of humanoids filled the room. They were featureless, except for different hairstyles and matching pairs of glowing yellow orbs for eyes. These were the ghostly fighters in the Army of One. 

[color=789caa]"Stairs are cut off!"[/color] she said, holstering her gun and tipping the dresser over. Now on its side, the three of them had an anchor. [color=789caa]"Piece of the roof just caved in over them, we'll have to go through the windows! If we're fast, we can get out over the fire... The trees should be fine still!"[/color]

One of the phantoms ran over to a dresser, pulled a drawer out and swung it at the window to shatter it. Another swing knocked out extra glass, and a third seemed to satisfy the phantom. Another phantom came over and pulled the curtains off of the window, ripping them in half with the first to knot them into a long rope. The third picked up the now-empty drawer and tied it into weight. 

[color=789caa]"Give me that-"[/color] Amara took the makeshift grappling hook and hooked the hope around the weight in broad loops, knotting them so there were extra ways for it to catch. Amara leaned out the window with the air of a phantom, holding her breath for the smoke, and spun the contraption like a lasso. It caught around the chimney, and she gave the other end to a second phantom, who silently leapt out the window and hung [i]right above the flames.[/i] The third phantom ran out, catching the second's hand and slid down to the ground where [i]everyone[/i] could see.

[color=789caa]"The phantoms are gonna catch you, that one will shield you from the fire for when you drop down, the second is gonna break your fall-"[/color] The remaining phantom demonstrated by jumping out, latching onto the hanging phantom. It was tossed further away from the reach of the fire before getting caught in a full body grapple by the one on the ground. 

[color=789caa]"Go! She can't stay like that for long!"[/color] The phantoms were technically undead, but demonic hellfire surely didn't discriminate. It would only be a matter of time before the phantom cooking over the fire, and the rope it hung from, would be burned away. With the stairs and most of the bottom floor going up in flames, they didn't have long.