[Sage]

For some reason, none of the soldiers were interested in arresting Jeanne. Instead, they were all attacking the people around her. She slowly brought her hands down when she realized this fact. Of course she was innocent of any crime, but who knew if those soldiers would decide she needed to be subdued? And that stew was calling her name.

Walking towards the bar and bowl, keeping herself distant from the fighters, she took it and sat down underneath the counter so that she would be out of the way. Then she began to eat, smiling as she did so. It had been too long since she'd had a true meal.

[Espy]

Dante stared for a moment. The girl can fight...?! He pulled out his handgun and shot a guard through the ear, killing him instantly, then shot the last bullet into the chest of another, pulling the corpse close as the stake-handed man fired rounds into the fray. Slowly, he made his way over to the broken window, then pocketed the gun.

[Salone]

Picking up yet another rifle, Lev scrambled backwards, awkwardly standing up as he did. Still trained on the soldiers in front, he used his revolver to shoot at a window behind him. He turned and dove through it, realizing too late that he had only caused a minor hole in the glass. The pane shattered as he went through it and on to the dirt outside. Picking himself up (along with his minor cuts), he took off with the girl once again. He shouted at her, his voice still occupied with his numbness.

"Sho...am I employered by you?"

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Sitting up on the bed, Shealtiel looks to Michael who is still guarding the door.

"They're dying down there," he says. At Michael's alarmed look, he says, "Acacias' men. No match for our new friends."

He makes sure to push the enraged spirits of the soldiers along their way into Sheol. The last they need is a dozen Dybbuk springing up down there. And burning the bodies in this building isn't an option, despite that impressive laser Michael is sporting.

[CupcakeDolly]

Rue only had a moment to collect herself before she was on the move again, with Lev at her side. She felt relief come over her in a wave as they left the range of the Reciprocity Generator, 'stretching' her psychic influence beyond the confines of her own mind.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, you are "employered" by me." She spoke through exhausted breathing. As she dodged around surprised citizens, she turned her gaze frantically to each side, avoiding heading toward mental signatures with holy influence. It was likely she would have to find a way out of the city altogether. "Help me find someplace safe to go!"

[Espy]

Dante was out the window in no time, paying no attention to the cuts on his palms from the broken glass. He found the psychic easily with his now-alert "sight". Grabbing the stake-handed man by his collar, he pushed him slightly to the side.

He looked at the psychic again. All of a sudden, and none too gently, he shoved her back with his free hand, then turned away again, color rising in his cheeks.

"If you're going to be killed, it will be by MY hand! Mine, and not those of this scum here!"

[Serra Britt]

No matter how much Feenai wanted to, she could no longer suppress the panic that had been building up inside her once the fighting got bloody. Looking wildly about, she found Jeanne calmly eating her stew and, for a moment, the panic subsided enough for her to regain control. She again took a deep breath, like before, and moved closer to Jeanne, sitting down behind her chair on the floor, and closed her eyes and ears hoping the carnage would stop soon.

[Funkduder]

Michael peaked out of the room and looked down the hole in the stairs. The men there were knocked out, and the rest of the men with the saint were either dead or soon to be. He turned back towards the old man. "The way is pretty much clear except for the hole in the stairs. I say we get out of here before the rest of the militia show up. This is a bloody scene, and although I never disobeyed the saint, he won't be happy with me."

[Sage]

Looking up, Jeanne saw that Feenai had joined her, and she nodded in greeting as she chewed her way through a mouthful. When she finished, she spoke. "We need to get out of here," she said quietly.

"We have done nothing, but with this much blood on their hands, they will not be kind to us." She was worried that they would be mistaken for fighters, especially because Jeanne had a lot of Lev's blood on her hands.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel nods. "Agreed."

He climbs from the bed and follows Michael out, pausing to collect his walking stick before leaving. He notices the other two leaving as well as he rejoins the Artificer.

"Saint Acacias is not a bloody-minded individual," he says as they make their way from the tavern, doing their best not to attract notice. "His men on the other hand... they are men. They'll want retribution. I doubt this city is safe for any of us, now."

[CupcakeDolly]

Rue stumbled back, drawing her sword once more. Instead of becoming angry, she gratefully took the opportunity to catch her breath. She reached out to the assassin's mind, judging precisely how he might be able to see her. Catching a glimpse of her own aura, she drew her psychic presence back as far as she could, making herself as undetectable to the man as she could manage.

"Enough of this!" She said to him, circling slowly. "You are becoming a nuisance. What do you gain from taking my life, hm?"

[Serra Britt]

Surprisingly, Jeanne's words reached Feenai despite her trying to block out everything. Though her eyes were slowly filling with tears at the recent events, she nodded slowly. "There's a back entrance over there," she gestured, sobbing silently. "It's just, I don't.." she stumbled over her words, struggling with the panic, "please don't leave me alone..."

[Salone]

Something inside Lev snapped. A mixture of both adrenaline and effects of his mending combined to unhinge him for the moment. He backhanded his assailant across the face with the stake in his hand. The pain from it barely registered as he brought the hand back, this time hitting him with the pistol. With his free hand he wrenched the man away from his charge. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and in no way conveying peace.

"I have hand solely dedicated to death. Do not force my hand!"

He growled, showing yellowed teeth before he hit the man across the face again, drawing his own share of blood. He leaned forward a bit, smelling the metallic fragrance flowing from the open wounds. His voice dropped, whispering in the man's ear.

"I am very hungry. In Tsavo, lions hunt men for food. They eat them. I will not hesitate to do the same if it comes to sustenance. I will devour you."

[Funkduder]

"It is not, but it will have to do. If I myself appeal to the saint, I might be considered innocent. Unfortunately, I doubt that they'll be as kind to you since you seem to be one who meddles with the powers of Sheol." Micheal's mind was working fast now that they were out and about. Being out of the range of that reciprocity generator, he freely used his mind to communicate with the Aether satellite. On an international scope, nothing bad seemed to going on, meaning that the world powers shouldn't get too involved. However on a regional scope, it's an outrage that insults the Holiness of the Saints and the strength of Corinth. 'It's enough to provoke an attack from the outside' say some of the strategic experts.
Some guys who were with the Corinth underground also noted a good place for people who didn't want to be seen, a room behind a holy wine cellar under the ruins of an ancient temple of the false prophet. Although it wasn't the supernaturally safest place, the saints would have a hell of a time going there. After leading the old man there, he stopped and turned towards him. He talked to him while setting out his supplies and preparing some food from his regular rations.
"Who are you anyways, old man?" Michael knew of the old man's ability, and figured he could be a valuable ally in the new danger that was closing in.

[Sage]

Jeanne quickly glanced at the back entrance that Fee had mentioned; sure enough, it was there. She turned her head back, only to see her companion in what could only be described as a state of distress. Unused to dealing with others' emotions, she felt uncomfortable, and awkwardly gave Fee a hug. As much as she would like to be on her own again, she liked her. "Don't worry, I won't leave you," she said, checking for soldiers. They were either busy or dead.

"Let's go." She took Fee's hand and casually walked towards the door as if she belonged there and had every right to do so.

[Espy]

The cloth hung in rags from Dante's face as he resisted putting a hand to wipe off the blood. It stung, and he'd flinched, although he didn't want to seem weak, didn't want to seem a fool.

"What do I get? I get to live. I get to live if you die! And I don't care how I do it. I've survived the rioting, the murdering of my family, being sightless for weeks on end, with no other senses to guide me." He grabbed the man by the throat, more aggressively than he had meant to.

"I'd like to see you try," he whispered back, single-handedly reloading his empty gun.