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[code] Bring it down, bring it down, bring it down[/code][/center]

Jasper dove to the ground as the house exploded behind him.  In each hand he carried a canvas, one knight and one ranger, both ready to be summoned.  All they needed was the finishing touch, their specific intention, and a decision on which one would come out first.  Jasper pulled himself away from the burning house.  Jasper worried for a moment that there were still people inside, that they were trapped and needed help.  Yet he could not help them if he was dead himself, and he turned his attention to the giant monster and the apparition that she summoned.  It was big, but quite as the snake, and for some reason that made this fight a little more palpable.  How did he get roped back into this chaos?  He sieht so many years chasing a high to forget the horror of a supernatural war and here it was once again in front of his face, and all here felt was anger.   He looked towards the huddled frontline of the 8th street and saw Aryin and Aaron already in the fight.  They had gone molten, early, and this meant that 8th street muscle would be pinned down.

That made the decision easy.  If George was tied up with Aryin, and Vashti was tied up with Linqian, that meant Carol had no one to tank a hit.  And Carol was someone who could die and come back later on thus his conscience could remain clear.  Without their healer the 8th street would have a much more difficult time sustaining this kind of fight, and maybe they could force them to retreat less they end up permanently dead.  To target Carol he would need to paint in his intent to be discrete.  She could not know she was the target until it was too late.  His Ranger would be perfect for this.  Jasper added a quick layer to the painting, pushing his intent to target the monster with the first three arrows before unloading everything else on Carol, near Carol, and if that failed to seal the deal he’d at least get a canvas back to bring out his Magnum opus.  Jasper looked over to Luca and knew that this decision would not be without consequences, but given the situation Jasper hoped that Luca would forgive him for this.

Jasper flipped his paintbrush and pulled the Ranger from the page.  It was as tall as him, sporting a very similar muscular build.  It wore no armor per se, thus revealing the Kaleidoscope of color that made up its body.  It did have a quiver filled with twenty arrows that each had a magical explosive tip strapped to its back and to the untrained eye it would appear that it was covered in jewels..  As it hit the ground, it drew its first arrow and let it fly.  It hit the top head of the monster first, digging in before detonating.  It then drew its second and let this one fly towards one of the throats, hitting and exploding a moment later.  Finally it let one final one loose, impacting with the left leg digging in, exploding, and hopefully causing some damage.  Without missing a beat it drew another arrow, aimed the bow at the other leg, before it quickly shifted and aimed at Carol and let an arrow fly.  And then another.  And another, and kept shooting until its quiver ran dry.  

Jasper did not wait to see if the arrows hit, if they caused damage, or if Carol survived.  He needed assurances, and that is where his knight would come into play.  His knight had his hammer, and if Carol survived the sudden barrage she would find it much harder to survive a few blows from the hammer.  He used his paintbrush to pull the knight from the painting, thus causing the Ranger to melt into a puddle of paint,  and exhaled a little harder this time as he did.  The knight hit the ground running angry and he had the hammer ready to strike.  It wore a plate and mail armor that was more traditionally composed, with a red and gray color scheme.  

Jasper meanwhile began to put distance between him and the fight.  He knew that his normal constructs would not last long in this fight.  He knew that he needed his gun.  But he needed to find a place to paint it away from this god damn rain.