piwakawaka | Freeing the Bird

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vamp and mage plot

Freeing the Bird

The shortcut through the Dreaming leaves them close to many warehouses and the water in Kaiwharawhara but only one has a palpable feel of magic and about ten young men simply hanging about.

As everyone starts to appear, a few of the men pull out various objects to focus as the magic grows in the air as the others who are a bit too pale just grin.

Teams: 1-Alex, Aiden, the Baron, Hamlet
2-Carl, Ben, James, Peron

Starting things off again and I'm just going to do the James' thread later and make it work.

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The hardened air slows the bullets down enough that they do no damage and as Carl enters the Mage moves to tighten the air around Carl.

He's been in situations where holding his breath has been necessary before, but he won't be able to last all that long without help.

"You've no idea what you're in for."

Out of the air the Mage comes forward with a sneer as he holds the air tight,

"No, you have no idea. I was hoping that someone of more power would be sent."

Carl just keeps a straight face.

"How do you know I'm not powerful?"

"You're simply a mortal and will die as one."

He can spot the cage across the way, but doesn't look at it for long, keeping his eyes on the man in front of him.

I believe in you, Piwakawaka. I believe that your friends will get us out of here. I have hope--

There are dark spots at the edge of his vision, and he's still strong but he has to kneel eventually.

I have hope and I believe in you.

Now the Mage simply laughs and allows Carl a little air,

"Will you not protest and fight, such a shame. At least you will be a meal for my colleague."

Perón finds almost immediately that the support is more welcome than he'd like. The adrenalin coursing through his system is helping to damp the pain and keep him focused, but he isn't as young as he used to be and it's been some time since he had to work through an injury. He'll manage for the time being, though - out of sheer pride, if nothing else.

He keeps his gun in his hand as they make their way toward the door, lowered down at his side where it's less likely to be seen. It hasn't been, overall, as effective as he might have liked, but if it's unexpected it might still do some damage. And the noise of a surprise gunshot might at least be useful in shattering someone's concentration.

Tane's glad to offer the support as they head towards the door and the apprentice is still there giving them a look. With a grunt, Tane pulls something from his belt and sends a stone at the apprentice's head which knocks him down.

Through the door all that can be seen is dust and darkness and filtered light from the back door.

Perón scans the space with a slight frown, his eyes adjusting as he peers into the darkness.

"I'll keep to this entrance," he says softly, "while you have a closer look." he can still hold his own well enough close up, should anyone not of their party try to get past, and he doesn't wish to slow Tane down.

"You sure?"

The dust is beginning to clear and across the way the Mage and Carl are facing off in the light of the open door,

"Not sure I can take him down on my own."

It's getting easier to see, and the shapes of the other two are becoming clearer.

"All right," he says, still quiet. "I won't be able to keep up if you end up in a chase, though." Just as fair warning.

Smooth and careful, he switches his gun for the knife.

"No worries, I'm not that quick either, just not leaving you behind, don't know what else is hiding in here."

Tane changes his grip on his mere, a lovely cudgel as he moves towards Carl and the Mage.

Fair enough. It's becoming clear that Perón, lacking magic, is out of his league here, at least when facing opponents beyond the reach of his blade.

It would be counterproductive, and potentially deadly, to start questioning his choices now, though, so Perón doesn't. The what was I thinking game can wait until they're out of here safely, with Tiwa.

He follows behind Tane, firmly ignoring his knee as he turns most of his attention to the shadows surrounding them. Tane is clearly focused ahead - someone needs to be watching as much of the rest of the area as possible.

The hit brings Alex out of his studious attempts at removing ears. Liam's words register and he take the last ear and shoves it into a pouch before following the fey. If he can, he'll come back for the eyes later.

He's covered with enough gore and blood which would give even the most harden fighter pause. This may be intentional. It's hard to tell sometimes.

The sight of him does give Liam pause and the ghoul that runs inside moves a little faster.

Inside the warehouse, its all darkness and dust with the only light from the back where the door has blown out and Carl faces the Mage.

Though there's another figure moving quickly from the shadows with a toothy grin to take on those who dare to enter.

Edited 2009-03-31 00:14 (UTC)

The Baron, never one to let a fight get away from him, charges after them, brandishing his saber above his head.

Aiden makes a mild, amused noise at the ghoul (it's in fact the first sound he's made since armouring up) and strides after the ghoul and the Baron.

The movement catches Alex's eyes and he turns with his own toothy grin.

"Not very tasty."

He pulls in what air he can and shrugs his shoulders.

"You want to fight, let's fight, but make it fair. You hardly seem the type of man to cheat."

When they enter the warehouse, there is a bit of commotion by the back door, and dust in the air - but the shadows make it easy for someone silent to move without being seen.

There's a crack, a backhanded slap across the face of the ghoul.

"Where do you think you're running to! Stand and fight!"

So the ghoul turns back to the Baron and Aiden.

He's quicker than Alex - at least he's quieter, with a grace and air about him.

His master is very irritated that his guard has turned tail, this shows in the way he lashes out and strikes him.

Grace and air is something Alex could never claim to have. He still smiles at the vampire. "I'm gonna take your ears and put your eyes in a jar."

The Baron is right on top of the creature. Without even sheathing his saber, he grabs him by his jacket front and tosses him aside like he were nothing more than a sack of potatoes.

The real threat is ahead. The Baron has faced down gods and demons. There is nothing here that strikes fear in his heart.

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