[b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond[/u][/b] The entire building was thrown into complete chaos and disarray. As soon as Crimson Justice’s order was given, his bros were unleashed in a fit of rage and anger, charging forwards at the nearest member of security rushing towards them like ants in desperation to stop them. As the many noble men and women, plus serving girls all rushed as quickly as they could to the nearest exit, the bros began to either tackle the security to the ground, or punch and kick their way through the barrage of swinging batons or gunfire. The battle quickly escalated, breaking out from the lobby and into the nearest rooms available, including the Grande Diamond’s party/casino hall where Aria was. Clive had raced through, throwing to the illusionist hers and Xan’s equipment before splintering a table with his lunge of one guard into it. Somewhere deep inside, Clive, the card dealer’s bro’s heart broke as chips and cards were sent flying into the air. The live jazz band stopped their playing briefly, looking to each other in bewilderment, before carrying on, changing up their score to match the madcap fighting inside. And as Don’s bros fought on, the rest of the Pride looked to be heading up the lobby’s stairs following Moira’s suggestion, sensing that climbing up the building could be a safe bet to trying to find their missing friends. After all, the place that a fancy head noble honcho in charge would probably be was at the top, wasn’t it? As Amy and Trixie slowly started to scale one set of stairs to the second floor (where the floor then joined into one set of stairs that snaked up the length of the lobby interior like a spiral), Aria had quickly gotten her way to the fourth floor, with Dylan and Lucien on the seventh. Crimson Justice, meanwhile, was… [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/CpfbCG4.png[/img][/center] [b][center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73dc1D8YHBg]Nothin’s Gonna Stand In Our Way[/url][/center][/b] He climbed the stairs with fiery determination. Guard after guard charged towards him, only for the silent soldier to quickly dispatch them with remarkable efficiency. Two guards charged towards him, batons raised high in the air and swinging down with an aim to crack the superhero’s helmeted skull. He caught the first’s arm in mid swing, throwing his knee up to the man’s exposed abdomen and smacking him twice, before then using the guard’s gripped arm as leverage to spin him over and land in painful agony on his back. [i][center]The fortunate ones To be fast and free and young I want to count myself among The fortunate ones We won't be denied We know that time is on our side We've got the [u]passion[/u] and the [u]pride[/u] We won't be denied[/center][/i] The second guard’s swinging baton swung through empty air, Crimson Justice’s body ducking and swerving out of its path. Before the other man could react, the hero’s left leg swung out in a blur, cracking against the guard’s side. The force of the blow sent the guard barrelling over the edge of the balcony, falling down to land on a fountain drenched sofa below. Crimson Justice continued walking forward, the barrage of guards assailing him at every second doing nothing to break his stride and keep climbing ever higher, no matter what they tried to do. [i][center]This generations With fire in our eyes Strong are the ties that bind us We don't need no alibis Nothing's gonna stand in our way Nothing's gonna stand in our way Nothing's gonna stand in our way Not tonight[/center][/i] As Crimson Justice continued to climb higher, and higher, his confident walk transformed into a jog, and then a sprint, taking two, and then three, stairs at a time. As guards surrounded him at all angles, he needed all the momentum and adrenaline he could muster on top of his burning passion. Another three guards charged at him from the stairs to the third floor in front of him, as two more took careful positions with guns trained at him, waiting for a clear shot. The first of the three batons guards was kicked again, this time sent flying through a door and into a relaxed lounging room inside. But then, Crimson Justice’s back was hit by a baton, and the other guard kicked him forwards towards the room’s doorway. Stumbling forwards, the superhero quickly righted himself, jumping up and gripping the top of the door’s frame as the two lunged behind him. His feet swung up, and then kicked both of the guards in the back of the head and into the room beyond, then dropping down onto terra firma once more. Just as a barrage of bullets fired against him, the majority piercing the plaster of the wall beside him, some of the other punching his body. The screams of fleeing people were all around, and even now people were still uttering incoherent screams as they raced down as quickly as possible. Crimson Justice’s arm reached up to block his face, the man standing his ground, withstanding all of the bullets… long enough until the rest of the nearby balcony was empty with no one else in the way to risk being hurt. And then, then he charged forwards, resisting the pain. [i][center]We want it all And tonight we got the call We're running high but we won't fall We want it all We won't be denied Like a breaker at high tide We're gonna take this sweet joy ride We won't be denied[/center][/i] Crimson Justice’s racing form slid to the ground, his right foot sliding out and swiping the guard’s legs out from underneath them. As they both collapsed to the ground, Crimson Justice, who had spun back up to his feet, barrelled both his fists into their chests, punching them into the ground hard to knock them completely out of commission. Another two down… possibly hundreds more to go. [i][center]Grew expectations Moments in the sun We've waited all our lives And now we know our time has come[/center][/i] It didn’t matter how many there were. Bring them all on! Because- [b][i][center]Nothing's gonna stand in our way Nothing's gonna stand in our way Nothing's gonna stand in our way Not tonight [/center][/i][/b] --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/jRAF2sR.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Wzt5AsZ.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/xQfN4de.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: 10th Floor: Grand Suite[/u][/b] He was still completely motionless, absolutely paralysed with disbelief at the images presented to him on the security monitors he had paid so much money for. At the image of some bizarre gang of intruders bursting into his home, attacking his guards, throwing his party into a complete shambles… he couldn’t believe it all. He just stared, paralysed at the sheer absurdity of it all. The audacity. The [i]impossibility[/i]. Lord Dumont could not wrap his head around such an impossible, senseless act. It beggared belief. For someone, anyone, to try and break into his home, to cause such chaos and destruction. Who did they think they were?! "Do you know anything about this?!" Iliana shouted desperately, her eyes wild as she turned to Selan and Marcus. "Do you have anything to do with this?! Tell me! Tell me or so help me you will regret it!" "Hey, the lady asked you a question," Neil finally spoke up, throwing his empty wine glass into the fireplace. The shatter caused Selan to flinch, but she remained silent. "Now that you can talk, you better start..." The shattering glass was enough to snap Dumont out of his paralysed reverie too, and he turned to watch as his right hand woman and his guest begin to quiz and interrogate the two beautiful women he had just welcomed into his personal home and study. People who had just… yes. Yes, it looked awfully suspicious, he had to admit. Vasco had just told him about the beautiful Miss Leclair’s attempt to use some kind of bewitching, charm magic on him, magic that was undeniably suspicious and without practical reason. Without any practical reason unless it was perhaps linked to the senseless lunacy gripping the bottom of the Grande Diamond, but even then, even then he couldn’t see it. He- At any rate, the attack downstairs… it needed to be stopped. “Kenneth.” Dumont turned to the hired mercenary. “Stop this.” His finger pointed to the monitors. “Get your people on this and [i]stop[/i] it.” [img]http://i.imgur.com/sUjLRjZ.png[/img] Kenneth paused, still eyeing the monitors, and then flicking his attention back and forth between them, and to the rest of the individuals inside the room. “Well?! What are you waiting for!? Go!” Kenneth sighed, reaching into his suit’s jacket pocket and pulling out a cigarette. He carefully placed it in his lips, and then flicked his lighter’s flame on, sparking the stick up, and inhaling a deep drag of the nicotine inside. “Now, hold on your grace.” Kenneth started to reply. “I’m head of your security, am I not? I can’t just simply leave your side and leave you in danger here.” The suited man turned, walking towards the crowded group of five. “That would be irresponsible of me to leave you in the presence of three dangerous people who could be connected to this.” “Three?” Dumont’s eyes grew wide. Neil’s, meanwhile, narrowed tightly. “You think I have something to do with this?” He asked with obvious aggravation dripping out his voice. “Could be, for all I know.” Kenneth shrugged, taking another drag. “Sir, I think we should escort you out to somewhere safe-” “No.” Dumont replied. “No, this is my home. I am not going to be sent running from it by a pack of… by a pack of…” He looked back at the monitors, still unable to comprehend the images of wild, messy juvenile delinquents and strange clothed young men and women battling his security. “By a pack of ridiculous peasant thugs such as this! It’s your job to stop this, Kenneth!” “Indeed it is. But I can’t leave you unprotected here with them.” Kenneth nodded at the three again. “I don’t know who the women are, but Mr. Hunter here’s the greater risk.” “And why would I do this?” Neil replied, his hands waving through the air. “We have a near enough done deal, don’t we Mr. Dumont? Following your woman’s report, that is. I don’t stand to gain anything from whatever the hell [i]that[/i] is. Heck, if it makes you feel comfortable…” Neil suddenly stopped. He was going to finish the sentence with ‘Pay me for the goods, and I’ll be on my way.’ Yet he wasn’t done… not done at all. His eyes focused on Selan and Marcus again. No, after seeing her… he didn’t really feel like leaving her in Dumont’s hands at all. Kenneth’s eyes remained trained on Neil. “You and your people are bandits, Mr. Hunter. Why [i]wouldn’t[/i] you do this?” More chaotic sounds and images squawked from the videos and speakers. [i]"Umm. Kenny? Barty-boy? Heather? Can ya see what ah'm seein'?"[/i] A sultry voice spoke out into Kenneth’s ear, and the soothing voice generated a small smile from Kenneth, one born from love for the fun loving woman. “I’ll be able to in a moment, Mordie darling. Just need to finish up some things here. Heather… how are you doing? You gonna stay in the box or come out and play? And Bart… Bart what are you doing? Are you out?” “Out?” An angry voice sounded out back into Kenneth’s earpiece. In a room adjacent to the Grande Diamond’s lobby, lying seated in a bed of rubble and debris, Bart’s head lifted up and forwards, shaking from side to side. He stopped, focusing his sights on the ruined and shattered door he was propelled through, and at the battle raging in the room outside. His teeth twisted tight. [img]http://i.imgur.com/8MXlskf.png[/img] “No, I haven’t gotten anywhere close to starting just yet.” A powerful blow smacked the red haired Berserker in the cheek, sending her flying through the lobby (with Syed trailing behind) and through the double doors into the main party hall and casino that Aria had briefly served in. Lisette and Xandra spun around in shock, before turning back around to the source of Moira’s attacker. Bart, who had now reappeared back on the lobby’s ground floor. The very, very angry man lifted his head up, glaring at the Pride, as energy started to course and twist through his body. Where was the punk who had attacked him? Who was next?