Freeing the Bird

[piwakawaka]

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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Re: Second Team

[almosthonorable]

Ben blinks hard, trying to spot Tiwa and James across the darkened expanse, and then he's up.

(Wheezing, but he's up.)

Gripping his Colt, he stalks toward the scuffle and, trying to keep out of Benton's way, aims a knee to the Mage's stomach.

Re: Second Team

[piwakawaka]

The Mage is down and trying desperately to fight off these two men and not doing terribly well. In the distance, Tiwa and James start to move towards the light, they're moving slow but moving.

Re: Second Team

[one_man_army]

They need to buy enough time for James and Tiwa to get out of the building, and when Carl gets the chance he wraps an arm tight around the Mage's neck, holding him 'still' as he can with the struggle.

He's just inches from the line of 'fire', but he can just tell that Ben's a hell of a shot.

There's a bit of a grating pain in his elbow, some half-assed spell or attempt at freedom by the magic user hitting him in the already injured joint. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees two shadows slip out the door to freedom.

Carl locks eyes with Ben and nods.

It's all the signal the other man should need.

Re: Second Team

[almosthonorable]

His knee connects with the Mage's belly, and there's a thickness in the air that has nothing to do with smoke or debris -- it's magic, and Ben can feel it; he knows Benton probably can, too.

They need more time. James and Tiwa need more time.

He draws back to strike the Mage, and his eyes meet Carl's.

Returning the nod, he takes a swift step back.

Another.

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He's a hell of a shot, all right.