piwakawaka | Freeing the Bird

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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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Perón turns, feeling a gaze on him, and finds the watcher by a door. He doesn't hesitate; he draws his gun and fires, silently praying that the man can't maintain any kind of shielding spell while casting another. If he can deflect the bullets like the other managed to do, then Perón, with the bad knee slowing him down, is out of options.

At first the bullet seems to not do as much damage but then there's a BOOM and the ground shakes forcing the apprentice to turn and open the door he's protecting. Tane runs towards Peron, offering an arm for support as he points towards the door.

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.

Most of the shadows are dealing with the others and the Mage turns towards them in the midst of speaking to Carl and starts to throw up a wall of something.

Tane yells a war cry and nods to Peron's gun, hopefully if the distraction works they can buy some time.

Perón pulls his gun and fires, not troubling to aim too carefully. It's more the sound than the bullet that's of assistance, now.

The Mage slams Carl against the wall and turns to deal with them as Tane starts to chant as the earth trembles under the Mage's feet.

Perón holds his gun at the ready, mostly out of instinct, as he watches alertly while Tane works his magic.

So the Mage clicks the beads in his hands to tighten air around Tane's throat and the shaking lessens.

All Perón can do is fire again, this time aiming at the Mage's hands, already mentally readying himself to draw his knife if necessary. Both the bullets and the blade are iron; he doesn't know if that will make a difference - or if, with his bad knee, he can even do anything useful with the knife - but it is infinitely preferable to doing nothing.

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