[Salone]

Without hesitation Lev twisted his body around, wrapping the man's arm around him. Wrestling the hand away from his throat, he sunk his teeth in to his arm, ripping away a small albeit nasty chunk of flesh. He jerked the arm violently, throwing the now injured bounty hunter down in to the dirt. At this point caring if he got shot was out of the question. Lev was in a feral state, and the small chunk he just had was the first real meat he had had in a very long time.

[Espy]

Dante clenched his jaw to keep from yelling out. Doing his best to ignore the staggering pain and his reeling vision, he quickly clambered up and stepped behind the man, throwing his left arm behind him and wrapping it around the man's neck. He held tightly and arched his back while taking a step forward, effectively throwing the person face down in front of him.

Auuuuuugh... he groaned, doubling over, trying to stauch the flow of blood with his palm. By now he was too exhausted to think about forcing the other man into submission, much less killing the girl.

[CupcakeDolly]

Rue watched their struggle with interest, quirking her head to the side at the assassin's comment. She wrinkled her nose and approached the prone Lev, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. "Stop," she commanded, invading his mind momentarily and at the same time employing a soft tone in her voice that had been used to sway the willpower of hundreds of men. Though she couldn't be sure, he did seem like the type who might get up and continue to fight, and she needed him at full strength.

She turned to the assassin, releasing her power to show him the force under her control, dimmed though it was from exhaustion and hunger. "If you wanted to live, perhaps you should have chosen a different target. I've no intention of dying today." She stopped, a thought suddenly crossing her mind. "If you had any inclination to change sides, however... I might have some use for you..."

[Salone]

Lev went entirely lax, his mind becoming calmed. Slowly he realized that he had just partially eaten a man's arm. He made a small effort to spit the blood out of his mouth, trying to expel what he could. He closed his eyes, his strength for the day just about giving out. He mumbled something unintelligible, and drifted off in to exhaustion while the force over his mind still had hold of him.

[Serra Britt]

Feenai took Jeanne's hand gratefully and followed her out, trying her best to act as Jeanne did, as though they belonged where they were going. "Thank you.." she whispered, almost inaudibly.

They left the tavern seemingly unopposed, as Feenai's mind went over the events again and again. She didn't think she had done the wrong thing. That man's pain had cut through her mental shields almost like they weren't there, and it made her feel terribly sorry for him knowing that he would experience that pain for a while even with Jeanne's quick healing for him. That red cloaked girl though, whom had brought the man to them, was scary. She had killed so many of the soldiers with ease. She was a psychic too, but so different than me...

The blind man that had dropped through the ceiling concerned her as well. He struck remarkably accurately for being blind and it concerned her.

She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts from the events. Here and now is more important. I have to calm down just in case something happens again.

[Sage]

As they walked, Jeanne looked around often, making sure they hadn't been followed. However, it seemed as though the soldiers hadn't even noticed them leave. Perhaps they were too busy tending to the fallen. Jeanne felt sorry for the soldiers who had been wounded, but she considered her own safety more important than theirs. If she had stayed to help, she would have been in danger.

She turned her attention to Feenai, who seemed to be holding up all right. Jeanne wasn't good with emotions, so she was glad that the other girl was no longer panicking. She turned to look at her. "You okay?" Jeanne asked quietly. Then she stopped walking abruptly.

In front of them were the exact same people who had just escaped from the tavern: the assassin, red-cloaked girl, man she had healed and one other who she vaguely remembered. The assassin was bleeding from the arm; it seemed that a chunk had been taken out of it. Jeanne shuddered involuntarily. "I'm not sure we should be around them," she said softly to Fee.

[Espy]

Dante drew in gasps of air through his clenched teeth. Somehow, for some strange reason, try as he might, he couldn't make himself reach for his gun, even though his target was right in front of him. And the aura...it sank into every recess of his mind and became almost painful.

"Well, what?" he thought, directly to the girl.

[CupcakeDolly]

She felt the girls before they arrived, and Rue didn't bother to look up at them. They seemed uninterested in interfering, at the very least. Still, it disturbed her that they were out in the open and easily found. She needed to get out of the city before these silly people caused even more chaos.

"Come on," she said to Lev in a much gentler tone than she had used with anybody thus far, helping him get to his feet. She looked back at the blind assassin.

"I may need more assistance than I first thought. I assure you I can pay much more than whoever is currently pulling your strings, but regardless of what you choose, I am leaving. If you follow, I will assume that you have accepted my offer. Otherwise, I would advise against it, if you truly value your life." With that said, she took Lev's wrist and guided him away once more, searching with her eyes and mind for the best exit.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel is somewhat bemused to be finding sanctuary on unholy ground, but he lets the irony pass. This is not the time to be witty.

Answering Michael's question, he says, "You're a sharp one, aren't you? They call us servants of Sheol, but I serve nothing. I simply find the best way to counter Abaddon's monstrosities is to use their own power against them. Though, admittedly, taking this path was a young man's choice. The powers of the Realm of Death are not kind to be the body who channels them." Gesturing dismissively with his cane, he adds, "I'll be fine, I just need to rest for a while. And maybe something to eat if we can scrounge it up; it's been nine weeks since I saw so much as a succor capsule."

[Espy]

Now that the adrenaline had faded, Dante found it increasingly harder to "see". The dizzying pain didn't help. Forcing himself up, he walked until he hit a wall, then leaned on it and reached into his medkit for Water. He jabbed the syringe into his shoulder, emptying half of it, then stowed it back into the kit. Getting back to his motorcycle would be hard; he'd left a pack of succor capsules under the seat for aura, but in this state he could barely find even that.

Taking note of the sun on his skin, he headed towards the west gate.

[Serra Britt]

Feenai looked back at Jeanne. "I think you're right. But.." she trailed off. The gentle tone of the red cloaked woman took her off guard after the brutal assault she had witnessed in the tavern. "That man, the one with the red cloaked girl," Feenai continued, "I can still feel his pain. Perhaps there is more we can do for him. I've asked a lot of you already, but I want to check some things on the Network. I can walk while I'm doing that if you lead me, and I think we should get away from the tavern for now."

Again trusting in Jeanne, Feenai opened her mind to the Amorpha Network and tried to find out as much about the red cloaked woman and her apparent bodyguard.

[Sage]

Jeanne thought about it for a moment, then nodded. She understood the need to continue to monitor someone. "Okay." Though she was cautious about guiding Fee while she was connected to the Amorpha Network, she soon realized that it was like just walking with her. The theurgist made sure that they stayed out of crowds, and steadily the two moved away from the tavern and towards the gate.

[Salone]

Lev squinted in to the distance, able to make things out more clearly now that his mind was finally coming around. He stood up straighter, pulling his hand cautiously from the girl. He was still undecided about what exactly happened just a few moments ago, and wondered if he was just better off not asking about it. In the meantime, it was best to find out where or what exactly he was headed in to.

"Where are we traveling?"

[CupcakeDolly]

"Away from here," Rue barely noticed the man pulling his hand away, she simply scanned everywhere, turning once as though a different perspective might gain her a different answer. The answer was the same no matter which way she looked - at least half the city was on alert, and the exits would most likely be as well. A certain piece of clothing popped up in several people's minds, and Rue sighed as she stripped from her bloodied cloak. She then proceeded to make the article into an intricate wrap around her waist.

She stopped for a moment to make a quick check of the Amorpha network, and her suspicions were confirmed - Security had been heightened, and every exit was blocked. Waltzing out the way she had come in was out of the question. Scaling the walls - out of the question. Staying in the city - out of the question.

Rue stamped a foot somewhat childishly. "Damnit!" She seethed. "I will not be stopped here!"

[Espy]

Dante approached his motorcycle -- having found it at all was a miracle in itself -- and started wondering why the area was unusually loud. It seemed as if people were arguing heatedly with the guards. Dante drifted back into the shadows to listen.

"-gates!"..."-have business-"..."Look, there are some people who-"..."-need to ensure that they are caught."

Dante's heart skipped a beat. With his "vision" down, and with everyone on the lookout, he would surely be tagged as a miscreant. He pulled the tattered rags from his face and blinked. He could only hope that the pale green eyes looked alive.

He sighed. To get out of this, he might have to find that psychic, no matter how much he despised her escort. He unchained the motorcycle and led it away from the gate.

[Funkduder]

"So you're not going to tell me your name then, huh? I guess 'old man' will have to suffice, for now," Michael jeered at the old man. He pulled out a meal from his rations and offered it to him. "A moral servant of Sheol. That's an oxymoron. However, that also means he's more reasonable than others of supernatural power. This is my chance." Taking out one on his own, he began to strategize. "I talked to some strategic experts through the Aether satellite. It is likely that the city will be attacked soon by some powerful, but not world-threatening, force. Even if we have taken part in a massacre near the tavern, this attack will focus all of the city's forces, including the saints, into the city walls to do battle with this force. If we want to escape arrest and false execution by the men of this city, that will be our chance."