[b][u]Jay-Jay[/u][/b] --- “Wow there, Chill Artie. Doncha remember me?” Jay-Jay was a little nervous at the sudden hostility of the hellhound. Much like Daisy, she confused the dog’s aggression as being directed at the demon-host, and as the dog became more…bear-like, she was suddenly scrambling to think of an appropriate spell from her repertoire. Moments before she decided to find out if hellhounds worked the same as normal dogs, Artie’s aggression was made obvious when something exploded. Everything shook in the courtyard and Jay-Jay saw the very violent orange flash of a fireball engulfing the front gate. If she wasn’t so sure that danger was afoot, she would have made a joke about being blamed for this. Instead, she looked at Daisy and Artie with a look of concern. “We need to check that out. If anyone wants to be dealing with fireballs and explosions in our little party, it should probably be me.” …Holy crap, the Munnin was rubbing off on her. Not letting the moment of sensibility flee from her head, she reached into the pit of her magical reserves and plucked at another useful spell. Muttering something that to any untrained would be illegible jibberish, Jay-Jay sliced fingers through the air and for a minute, it seemed like nothing was happening: then, lots of things started happening, very suddenly. Long dormant plant life came alive at the Sorcerer’s beck and call, and no sooner had she stopped chanting was a pathway to the castle’s ramparts opened: A staircase of plant-life, moved by the spell of Jay-Jay, was presented in front of the Fire demon’s host and the pink haired reaper who could. “So uh…I’m going to go and do the things. D’ya wanna come kick ass with me?” It seemed that the minute had roused more than just the pair outside. More explosions had erupted, and suddenly the sound of gunfire ripped through the night: lots and lots of gunfire at that. A long dormant twinkle of delight seemed to flash in Jay-Jay’s eyes. Like a moth drawn to the flame, Jay-Jay moved up the stairs, half because she wanted to stop some fireball throwing dickhead from ruining a good party and half because someone was causing havoc with a big, heavy gun. If there was anything Jay-Jay appreciated more than a good bit of pyromania, it was gunplay. …and baking, but now was hardly the time or the place for that. Rushing up the Ivy-stairs two-at-a-time, Jay-Jay was atop the rampart and jogging towards the centre of the chaos. The sound of gunfire was a hell of a beacon, and suddenly Jay-Jay felt a chill growing in the air. Her breath froze up in front of her face, and the grumbling of an internal passenger resounded. [i]“So that icy trollop is pulling her weight, is she?”[/i] Jay-Jay reached the main scene of the carnage and was amazed by what she saw: A small handful of mythical legends holding off a hoard of…werewolves? What the crap had she missed since last time? To top that insanity off, a demonic ice-storm was raging through the ramparts, wind and chill and snow abound, raging through the London sky with the savagery that the Werewolf army could not hold a candle too. She spotted the man with the minigun, and instantly felt a deep affection for him. How could you not like a behemoth of a man wielding a silver-spouting minigun?! The carnage was not what Jay-Jay had expected when she’d answered Atticus’ phonecall…They hadn’t even gone through a shade gate yet…And this was far less sexy than a Vampire murder-orgy nightclub. Jay-Jay’s attention was drawn to a particular crater in the rampart, and the stench that emanated from it. It reeked of the usual stuff: sulphur and carbon and smoke and body, yet the last part of that concoction seemed horrifically stronger than it should be. The reek of burning body normally took a good dozen minutes to get that crispy. Jay-Jay knew fire, and that wasn’t normal. “H’okay: We’ve got low numbers, unnatural fire and a crazy werewolf army. We might be in over our heads here.” Jay-Jay wasn’t sure what to do next, when the decision was made for her by the sight of a Werewolf stalking towards the MInigunner from behind. The beast was a good twenty feet back, but he was stalking, and the gunner wouldn’t hear him coming over the din of his weapon. The firehost was not the fastest spellcaster in most regards, as had been shown with the Ivy-stairs. It took her a minute to do a spell which should have taken a handful of seconds. She was still pretty new to this whole ‘multi-talented magus’ thing. What she could do though, was fire. It took her half a second to craft a spear of golden flame. There was no reason to mix in the little element of iron, except style points. It burned no hotter and it didn’t do anything fancy. It did, however, fly from Jay-Jay’s hand like a perfectly thrown javelin. The fiery projectile surged at the unsuspecting Werewolf and Jay-Jay waited for the satisfying little ‘thunk’ that came, followed by the si… An explosion rocked from the Werewolf’s corpse. Black powder ignited by the spear of fire and forming a sizable crater behind the beast. The fire burned out quickly, without any fuel, but it had distracted the captain and left her with a dropped jaw. “Um…That Werewolf exploded…” She wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, and she hoped no one was actually paying attention to her. She was just glad she hadn’t waited a few seconds more to fire the fire, or the minigun-man would be toast. Jay-Jay bit her bottom lip, as she had to rule out her greatest asset for any beasty on the wall. She couldn’t risk going nuts with fireballs, not with exploding werewolfs so close. If she could get to the edge of the ramparts though…To the Werewolf legion down below… Jay-Jay reached for another spell, pulling at the only major offensive spell she had outside of fire and explosions. She tugged at the Aether and withdrew something from nothing. A Heckler and Cosh, loaded with silver bullets and ready to rumble. It would be her main form of defence on the wall: while she tried to make her way to the edge of the wall. She hoped that the Icy demon and the Dragon-guy could cover her ass when she got their though. Even she wasn’t stupid enough to throw fire willy-nilly at the army. The explosion would probably destroy the bridge, the front gate and anything in a good radius on the River Thames. That would have to be plan B then. …What was Plan A? [i]”I’m starting to miss Oro-Mai already.”[/i] “Nah, This’ll be fun!” Jay-Jay started progressing forward: slowly. She was fighting wind and snow and keeping an extra careful eye out for Werewolves that might try and make a snack of a fire mage. Despite all this, she was smiling. It felt good to be in such a chaotic environment: especially since it was actually her doing it. The demon had taken over every time she’d gotten into trouble last time. Jay-Jay had been the sideline act. Not this time. The firemage was going to steal the show. What better way to start than by scorching an entire werewolf army and saving a castle?