[Imveros]

Johnny growls Fire? True bullets are too good for this thing now. Johnny sets Raven down and he quickly looks around for a source of fire Ahhhh never a barrel fire around when you need one. Have to plan the next tentacle beast slaying a little better next time. His gaze darts around erratically before settling on Ravens flare launcher. Sorry boss lady but I'm going to need to borrow that for a second. Johnny's hand darts out seizes the flair pistol and yells out WHY DON'T YOU CHEW ON THIS as he fires it straight into the beasts mouth.

The beast rears back as the flare whizzes past it and bursts into a blinding flash behind it. Smiley's narrow and one set focuses on Johnny while a rather disturbing number more continue to focus on Raven

[ismilealot]

The bullet flies to it's mark and the witch turns, her face a rictus of fury. Pale, ice blue eyes burn with a fire and fury, she turns then and something flops into the air. Entrails, from the orc she fed off of no doubt, and suddenly it's powder as it's consumed in the magic of her casting. A wave of agony flows over everything within her sight. And then she disappears from in front of you.

[ismilealot]

@ Feathers  The Angel's Tears in hand, you fling them into the center of the ritual circle. The vial smashes as you utter the last word of the incantation. The Tears are flung out in a shower, and in slow motion you watch them grabbed by the runes as the magic takes hold. It's complete! Every painstakingly perfect rune glows with sudden power. But the damn beast isn't in the circle yet. If you and your small army can't get him in there, he could still escape!

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena is wracked with pain but shrugs off the worst of it, wondering if this is how the Howlers had died.  A part of her mind notes that even though her first shot had hit center mass on the young Keeb mage, there was little blood.  Then it hits; blood magic.  Some of her companions had said something about blood magic.  *Drek, fragging thing using own blood from wound for power.*  She realizes that she might not get another chance and squeezes off a burst of rounds at the mage.  *Yelena Petrovna give you more blood to use.* 

[SgtBoomCloud]

Arc skidded in her U-turn, baring her teeth as she growled through the pain passing over her body.  It was as if it came from within, and she was about to double over and lose control when the part of her brain that told her how things worked kicked in.  ...this can't be real.... Brows furrowing, she gritted her teeth and bit through it, effectively overpowering the image's tricks as she brought the bike into control.

Facing towards the mage, the human realized she wasn't there...but Yelena was still shooting!  " Drek, lost sight of her..". She communicated before steadying herself, one hand reaching for the Ingram while the other stayed on the throttle.

[Imveros]

Johnny tries to jump between the lashing tentacle and his charge. Johnny clamps his hands around the appendage and his finger slip through it as if it were made of smoke as Raven expertly dodges to the side as the concrete is hit with a bone jarring CRACK. Could this get any worse?! Karma, never one to miss a beat, especially in the barrens, hears Johnny's plea as a little girl wanders into view. Drek what is she doing here? I thought we cleared all of the non coms out of here, doesn't she know there is a monster and a crazy witch on the lose?!

The small child's head rotates 360 degrees, taking in all of the people present as she lets out a keening wail. Johnny's hands slap to his ears as the air is beaten from his lungs and blood drips from his ears. No no no no that cant be the witch can it? I cant kill no kid as johnny finishes his thought a burst of fire comes out from the ally and the small child is littered with a hail for fire. Where is the blood? Why is there no blood?! What the drek is going on here? His reprieve cut short as the beast redoubled its efforts as the sight of its masters distress,

[Triskavanski]

Masqurade takes note of the witches appearance on the scene, but in her hightened combat state, barely even notices the illusions of pain and agony. Her hand twitched, the urge to shoot the witch was strong, but she was resisting it, instead focusing her attention on the beast in front of them, her mind playing images of the tentacle movements and how to best avoid them...

[Csjarrat]

Feathers breathed a sigh of relief as the ritual held firm, its components in place and its strictures completed.
His focus widens, taking in the horror of the shitstorm that had erupted around him.
Seeing the kid shrug off bullets was too much to take, given he'd already seen the kid stare down feral ghouls. He hurled a few drams of reagents into the air and lit them up with a crackling blue arc of pure electricity, bending it around to hit home against the kid-mage. Hopefully a direct attack on her would enrage her servant, drawing him into the circle.
<<To fallon:>>//Detective, mage and beast both here. Assistance needed urgently//

[ismilealot]

       The bullets found their mark, thudding across the small emaciated body. And the girl looked down at her body in shock. But, when she looked up again it was with the feral, enraged glare of a nightmare beast. Her eyes were huge in her face, and seemed lit from within with an unholy fire as they bored into Yelena. Her hand moved then, and Yelena saw a small dagger within it. And then the girl did the unimagined, she plunged it into her own body, and drew out her own entrails. She smiled then, an inhuman smile that delighted in pain. And then all hell broke loose as that tiny dagger unleashed an elemental storm of fire and water that blossomed out with the power of a tsunami.
        And for a moment she remained standing. The calm epicenter of an elemental storm. And then the light died from her eyes as she slowly crumpled to the ground. In a moment all that was left was a small emaciated body barely covered by a few scraps of clothing from the cold night air.
        And the stench of blood magic hit every Awakened there in an intensity that left most of them retching and on their knees.

[SgtBoomCloud]

Arc saw the whole thing as the invisibility fizzled out, the human turning off her thermographics just in time to see that keeb fracking shank herself right in the stomach.  What the drek THOSE ARE HER GUTS SHE'S GRABBING WHAT  she screamed inwardly, mouth hanging open in the shock of it all.  And then the wave of napalm burst from her.  The bike had reached a stop, there was no way she was gonna outrun THAT.  Gritting her teeth, she flared the throttle, gunning it, the tires screeching on the pavement as she reared to get away from the ensuing inferno, turning towards where the ritual was and making it only a few feet before it hit her right side.

She cried out, screaming as the burning hot flames scorched at her body, hands white-knuckled on the handlebars as she fought to keep going.  This was more pain than she had ever born in her life: not even Lupo could beat her this hard.  What's more, with the heat and the flames, her memories kicked in, flashing back to that fateful fire that set her life in motion the way it did.  The fire that took her family away and any hope of a normal life, a peaceful life...a life with natural eyes, at the very least.  Her eyes were held shut from the pain as she shouted, not knowing when the agony would end.

Finally, she couldn't hold on as her vision went black.  Anyone looking would see the human falling off the bike into the pavement with a rough thud, the napalm creating a sickening sizzling sound on her flesh as she lay there limp on the street.

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena watches as the creature, for it truly cannot be what it once was, stabs itself and reels out its intestines before the fiery explosion threatens to sear her flesh away.  *So this is what it feels like to die.  Strange, it feels oddly like when Tsina Molovna.................*  Yelena Petrovna remembers death.  She should have died in the escape from Camp 14 when the guard shot her.  She should have died in the escape from prison when the rival ganger knifed her in the back.  She should have died when Tsina Molovna shot her point blank in the chest and tossed her into the freezing river.  She should have died, but did not.  In a flash she understands why.  She has not suffered enough for the humans she wantonly killed, for the children she sent to death just for being born human.  She surges against the desire to rest, to let it go.  She has not atoned.  She cannot ever expect to atone.  The sax man taught her to forgive herself, but she needs the forgiveness of those she watched die and that is never going to be forthcoming.

The explosion from the girl had smashed some of the building face away, causing it to fall.  Yelena took the opportunity to dodge behind the fallen ruble of bricks and mortar.  The flame still washed over her, searing and burning.  Faces of the dead smile at her as she passes out.

[ismilealot]

It was a scene from hell. Fire raging all around, the orc family begins screaming as their home burns with them still inside. Yelena is beyond feeling as a garbage can lid is blown onto her and gets caught on the edge of the predator. And creates a tiny pocket of protection along with rubble. It's not much, but it is a pocket of air where she needs it most.
     The bike skids as Arc succumbs to the pain and it rams hard into the stairs of another house. It was one of the old style, concrete steps and porch from an era that valued the material, and as the bike slammed into the steps full throttle Arc was thrown, and her limp, nearly lifeless body skidded across the porch and rolled off the other side into the blessed coolness of a dirt and stone path. And the last of the flames surrounding her were snuffed out.
     Merlins last sight of his sister and best friend is of their bodies engulfed in flames and their short-lived screams as they burn to death. And then the stench of blood magic and burning flesh overtakes him as he falls to his knees puking. And he's not alone, all around him mages are vomiting. Unable to concentrate spells fall. But, the ritual circle! It's still active! Feathers did it! His mind grabs onto that thought like a lifeline, trying hard to avoid the pain of everything else.
     The flames engulf Feathers as he desperately counter-spells. It's the only chance they have of surviving this hellstorm.

     Above the creature reveals in the blood of the dying and is transformed into a mockery of a huge man, cavorting above them, long slashing wounds flowing with blood that rains down on them like an obscene mockery of life and they hear laughter as the head bobs along on it's partially severed neck. They all hear a hauntingly beautiful tune for a moment. A tune that makes them almost forget everything around them and wrap themselves in it. And then the creature laughs again. A maniacal sound that promises more pain.

[Imveros]

As the flames burst into the square  Johnny jumps over raven to try and shield her, but the flames stop just feet away. The beast wanted more of them, to drink in their pain and suffering. Johnny take in the devastation around him. Buildings collapsing, new friends incinerated before his eyes, and the abomination that stood in the middle of it all laughing as it fed off of the violence and despair. It's corrupted musics felt like a greasy tendril against the back of his mind. Shhhhhh just relax, it will all be over soon. See i play such nice music for you. Shhhhhh, just rest for a moment, you've earned it, shhh shhh shhh

The smell of burnt flesh and burning buildings hits Johnny's nostrils as he violently shakes his head back and forth. YOU GET OUT OF MY HEAD, GET OUT OF OUR LIVES, GET OUT OF OUR NEIGHBORHOOD YOU FILTHY PIECE OF DREK! Johnny jumps up off the ground and runs with rage fueled speed, as pieces of concrete fly up behind him. He throws his whip off to the side as he jumps into the air, arms spread wide. WHEN I SEND YOU BACK TO HELL, TELL THEM I SAID HI Johnny barrels into the creatures mid section like a run away truck, arms clamped around the newly formed humanoid waist, as the two tumble into the ritual circle.

[ismilealot]

The beast is has manifested fully into this plane to rejoice in feeding off of the bodies of the slain. Dancing in the blood of the fallen, Johnny's roar and charge are the actions of a gnat who'll be dead and another body to feed on, the creature is paying no attention to him. Until it's grabbed and hauled forcibly into the ritual circle. And then the magic takes hold. Dust from an evil crossroads to force it to travel only the path within the circle. Iron from a prison to trap even it's limbs inside. Angel's Tears to inflict pain, and a Holy Symbol to weaken it. The reagents bound and strengthened and made manifest by the power of a wizard. The magic is a glowing beacon of light to those in the astral, and a trap for this particular beast. It roars in anger and slashes at Johnny. Each of it's limbs whipping around to strike in it's rage. But it's strength has been dangerously sapped first by the death of it's protégé and summoner, and now by the ritual circle.

[Imveros]

Johnny quickly releases the beast's waist as the ritual begins to bind it with it's energies. Johnny looks down at the creature and his hands go to choke its partially severed neck. The beast head buts Johnny in the face dazing him as it uses its remaining unbound limbs to throw Johnny away. Two tentacles form from its back, merge together, and slam down, shattering the concrete as johnny rolls away. An obvious feint, as the beasts newly formed humanoid leg comes crashing down into Johnny's exposed stomach. The armor groans in protest and his dermal plating cracks under the furry of the blow. Johnny moves to a knee just in time to take a grossly misshapen fist to the mouth with a crack that would make a ball player proud

Johnny looks toward the creature and spits blood at its feet. A few teeth joining it on its trip to the beast's feet. "That all you got?" Johnny pants as he tries to regain his feet