[Sage]

Gratefully, Jeanne took the towel from Fee and held it to the wounded man's chest. It grew red quickly and she moved to a cleaner part of the white cloth. Too weak to move him over properly, she decided to deal with the bloodstain on the back of his jacket later. But before she could heal him more, the psychics around her winced and a very powerful theurgist entered the room. The light he brought with him was blinding, and she quickly slipped down her tinted goggles.

His Command had little effect on her, in part because she was not being threatening, but she relaxed the pressure on Lev's wound. Though she knew that it should be continued, Jeanne knew that she couldn't fight the Saint without being hurt herself. Then came Feenai's request, and it seemed the Saint allowed the action, so she continued.

The rest of her work was simple, and she dived in headfirst, trying to get it done quickly. Her hands glowed yellow as she used most of her reserves of theurgic energy to knit blood vessels, muscle and flesh together as fast as possible. Finally, she made sure to kill any bacteria and reduce surface scarring. When Jeanne lifted her head, she was very tired, but Lev was healed.

[CupcakeDolly]

The throbbing in Rue's head increased tenfold with the Saint's entrance, and she swayed on her feet, catching herself on a nearby table. She glared at him, resenting his presence. She fought momentarily against both the generator and the Command, prodding at its boundaries with her mind, feeling intense physical pain each time. From beneath her clothing, blood began to trickle from her left arm.

Rue clenched her teeth and reached for her sword, the reflexive action somehow bypassing the command to stand down before it stopped her from actually drawing it. "What is this?" She demanded, holding the Saint in her unwavering gaze. "On what grounds do you hold us here?" She was becoming more and more annoyed with how much trouble this group of strange people had caused for her.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Oh, that isn't obvious to you?" Shealtiel gasps, barely able to muster the breath to speak. "Maybe... maybe you aren't... as smart as I thought."

And with that, he promptly collapses on the floor, unconscious.

[Funkduder]

"Saint Acacias. I was hoping to meet you at some point, though I never expected it to be like this," Michael said, immediately dropping his Psychic Block. He didn't want to get hurt anymore than he had to and even if his mind was vulnerable, he knew, without thinking, that his mind now had a price to read.
"So, then. How is this going to play out. You have little to no information of what has happened and know only of the people currently here, and even then, you probably only know of our powers. I will not resist, if you give the chance to explain what happened here." By this time all of his weapons were deactivated and either holstered or put away. Looking to the old man on the floor, he realized that he resisted the saint with a passion. He made a note to make great effort to defend this man as he raised his hands.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

"If you are innocent, you will be released without harm. The safety of this city is in my care, and I will keep it safe"

He raises his arms, power once more resonating in his voice. "Now, lay down yours arms and submit to arrest. My men will treat you gently." Another Command crashes against the group's minds.

[Espy]

A blinding Aura seared Dante's mind, making him wince. How did I not notice this before...?! Scanning around, he noticed that the entire tavern was surrounded. It hadn't occurred to him that the city police would be this strong. Suddenly he realized that the auras he had been tracking before had become dimmer. Spidery strands of energy were crisscrossed between them and the newcomer's.

My chance! But it looks like I'll have to take out these guards first...

His foot found loose tiles. He stomped a few times, and, leaping up, managed to gain just enough potential to send him crashing through the ceiling. With his knife unsheathed, he had almost sunk it into the Saint's skull when a score of bullets hit him on the fortunately sturdy armor, careening him into the man who had attacked him earlier.

[Salone]

Lev's vision swam as he opened his eyes. The last few minutes had been nothing but pain and confusion. He had felt forces working on his body, pain wracking him and making him nearly delirious while he was not in his proper state of mind. Shapes seemed to drift in front of him hazily as a sudden commotion fell through the ceiling. Instinctively he raised his arm, shakily trying to find a target. Going with the unfiltered reflexes of his mind, he flipped the hammer down to fire his single shotgun shell, and pulled the trigger in to the crowd of chaos.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Acacias lets out a muffled gasp as the blind man crashes through the ceiling, nearly driving a knife into his skull. He does not even have time to register the shock before his soldiers' weapons rake the newcomer with fire, hurling him across the room of the tavern.

Just as he is about to issue another command, for the all to stand down and cease fire, a heavy shot rings from across the room and Acacias is thrown backwards, his right arm blown off at the shoulder.

Even as pain comes in a crushing, dizzy wave, he sends a torrent a theurgy to close the wound. He'll be able to regenerate the limb later, given time.

From where he sits, he screams in Command, "BRING THEM DOWN! NON-LETHAL FORCE ONLY!" Pain is still ravaging him from the impact, and he takes a moment to master it.

The soldiers cast aside their rifles and close on the group, hoisting truncheons.

[Sage]

In Jeanne's opinion, everyone should just surrender. Then again, she had had no part in the violence, Lev had just been thrust upon her by the psychic woman. So when Dante tried to kill the Saint, she wasn't very happy - such a move was, in her opinion, quite foolish. And then when Lev's shot miraculously hit, she was simultaneously disgusted by the massive injury it caused and upset, because it could only get worse from then on.

The soldiers approaching them made Jeanne very nervous; if she were wounded now, it would be hard to heal herself, and she had no interest in being in pain. After all, whatever had happened outside hadn't involved her at all. To show her compliance, she put her hands in the air, Lev's blood still in their creases.

Turning her head, she saw a bowl of steaming beef stew alone on the counter. The waitress must have left it there before being ushered out. Slowly, she edged towards it.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Realizing that he is lying prostrate on the floor, Shealtiel crawls to his knees and nearly exclaims "What in God's name is going on here" before catching himself.

Stumbling to his feet, he slides back against the rear wall and glances over to Michael. "Any brilliant ideas, Artificer?"

[Funkduder]

"Well then...the saint said to 'bring them down',"Michael giggled to himself, raising his shield up and activating it. He retreated towards the stairs after grabbing the Old Man and walked through the guards in the back. With the shield absorbing the impact of their truncheons, they easily fell over, and were crushed by the power of the shield, creating a hole in the stairs between the Michael and the rest of the chaos. Moving into an empty room towards the back, he rested the man on the bed, and braced himself for the oncoming storm.
"Sorry, old man, but I'm not going to resist the orders of the saint just yet. Not while they can keep me unharmed," Michael grinned with glee as he's never had this much fun since playing an unconventional form of Risk with some colleges from back in the days of Babylon.

[Espy]

Putting a hand to his mouth, Dante held on to his smoke as he clambered to his feet and gave the first guard a hefty kick to the head, then spun around and snubbed out the cigarette on another's forehead.

"Fer heaven's sake, stop pissing me off," he muttered, "I've business with the girl only!"

What exactly were they carrying? Not the guns, obviously, or shots would have been heard already; whatever they were, Dante assumed they were close-ranged. All the better for me, he thought, eviscerating the slightly-burnt guard with his knife.

[CupcakeDolly]

With the utterance of the Saint's new command, Rue promptly drew her sword and ran forward, engaging the first armed human she saw.

"Go on then, show us your 'non-lethal force'," she taunted the attacking soldiers, ducking and whirling, managing to take one out with a well-placed jab. With the soldiers not able to use their guns, she now had a significantly higher chance of escape. She couldn't afford to be detained at this point, and she certainly wouldn't allow it to happen by the hands of Holy vermin.

[Salone]

Lev took the moment of confusion to fall off the table. Near him he found one of the assault rifles that had been tossed down. Knowing what one of those could do in a crowded room, he pulled the trigger and held it. Lead sprayed thickly in to the crowd, his aim nearly jeopardizing the person he was trying to save. As he fired he scooted across the floor, grabbing more weaponry as he gunned down soldiers at point-blank range. He gasped, hard. Even Lev knew that his act had just damned him. Perhaps he had taken this job just a bit too seriously. Unfortunately for him, he was already committed.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

The soldiers don't seem to notice that they're being slaughtered, fighting on with an unnatural fervor, a nearly religious zeal in their eyes as they wildly swing their truncheons.

Acacias drags himself to his feet and exits back out the door, presumably going to rally the rest of his men outside and call for reinforcements.

[CupcakeDolly]

The sound of gunfire and glass breaking drew Rue's attention for a moment, and she had just enough time to see the broken window before a soldier regained her attention with a near miss of an attack. She continued on him, slowly positioning herself, before feinting and then goring him in the side, in what she hoped was something vital. She slashed at his throat for good measure, then leapt forward toward the window, making a perfect dive through it and rolling onto the ground below.