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From the newly seared hole of the bar counter peeked out the head of Voltaire, curious as to how the crazed individual had survived such an attack. Regardless, it was now apparent that a challenge between them would come about, of which frustrated the mercenary even further. If one of them died, it could very possibly have been his target, of which would have ruined him and his mission. As such, he was instinctly pulled into the action, though taking the exit to the alleyway so that he could use the element of suprise, if their "magic" allowed for such. However, as he jumped from the bar counter, an amazing feat already causing others to turn their heads, people grew silent as they noticed the swirling balls of energy parading around his shoulders, people beginning to whisper in each others ears with words like "not another one" and "can't we just drink in peace?" Understanding their concern, he was quick to exit out of the Pilot Bar. However, as he did so, he just barely noticed the presence of Skogul, a strange connection forming between them as their eyes met. For some reason, his mercenary instincts told him to stay there with her, but Voltaire simply shrugged it off as a minor attraction towards a young woman, of which he found himself without these days.

Striding silently outside into the alley way, his revolvers in his hands, He pressed himself against an alley wall and peered out to view the conflict just about to occur. One of the hoshi no tama hovering about him stopped moving abruptly, and slowly moved forward from the rest of the pack. Voltaire then sheathed the weapon in his right hand and took the hoshi no tama in his hand, awaiting for the moment for it to be used. A simple command and a toss was all that was needed to activate, and yet still it was a rather aggravating weapon to use. Only three charges a day, that is how it was, which did not allow for any mishaps.

OOC: I’m leaving the main IC RP in favor of something more in line with my taste, so I’ll just make a quick exit post.

Tiresias grimaced; realizing his relative weakness to the powers being thrown about was beyond the point of even remote parity. Not a man for pride or any sort of honorable vows, he unceremoniously began discharging his weapon in a rather random fashion into the bar proper as he broke into a full sprint towards the rear entrance. Beam after beam streaked from the pistol as his hard footsteps signified his beating a retreat from this battle. Whatever honor lost was never there to begin with, and he would surely not shed a tear for any of those miscreants currently pounding each other into a fine paste as he slammed into the door, opening the door and allowing it so swing wildly as he left the premises, caring not to look behind him for fear of the Kyrioi quickly becoming hot on his heels.

Tiresis did leave something for the inhabitants to remember him by, however, in the form of a smoke grenade that was now gently rolling on the ground, where it suddenly burst and began to emit an impressive plume of thick, choking smoke into the bar, surely enough for those who wished to escape to do so provided they could find their way

(( I figured this was the last few posts anyway before junk-punk begins. Unless I am mistaken))

Skallagrim wrote:(( I figured this was the last few posts anyway before junk-punk begins. Unless I am mistaken))

OOC: Yeah, if Junk Punk can begin at all. Not very many people have applied as of yet.

OOC: Please excuse the late post.

A paranoid, suspicious glance is tossed from one side of the street to the other as Michel backs away from the ruined window of the bar. In particular though, the crazed Kyrioi keeps his gaze drifting from the window, to the entrance to the establishment as he waits for his 'assailants' to reveal themselves. Perhaps, he figures, they need some...incentive to show their cowardly heads. And so he wastes no time in drawing his hands to his sides, where he concentrates a distinct amount of the Aether. At once, more flame erupts within the space between those two hands. A single orb, roughly basketball sized, forming in his hands there while continuing to grow. The Kyrioi's eyes actually widen distinctly, the light from that orb causing the man's features to light up and grow greater in contrast, simply adding to this same look of near insanity.

Immediately thereafter, he turns to face the establishment fully while thrusting his hands, and that burning orb of flame forward. The fire instantly leaps forward in a slightly curved arch which impacts against the side of the bar, burning and searing its way through the wooden construct, and even melting metals of a lower resistance as he essentially takes a 'flamethrower' to the side of the building. However, it isn't just the outsides he's after, as he slowly trails the plume of flame from the side of the building, to the hole he just made in that window to burn up the 'guts' of the building as well. As he does this, something of a maniacal cackle passes from his lips. THIS will show them. Show them all not to mess with a Lord, show them not to disrespect their superiors, and show them all not to disobey direct commandments from God!

Synjyn prepared himself for the conflict that was about to occur. Edging closer to the opening he felt a strong resonance that filled his very being with dread. Someone had dared attack the Lady and her escorts. Whirling on his heels, the skeletal knight charged towards the doorway, as he did so he tapped the translucent amulet around his neck.

As the booted foot touched the asphalt outside of the tavern, from the swirling shadows that had suddenly appeared, emerged a large skeletal horse festooned in barding. Slamming the now inert swords back into their sheaths, the knight clambered aboard his mount. Whispering into the ear of the beast, he grabbed the reigns and directed the beast towards the source of the thrum, the Arden sanctuary.

With a momentary glance towards the tavern and the unseen madman, Synjyn’s energies swirled wildly before stabilizing once again, “Perhaps next time…perhaps”, rasped the Xindhi as he urged the skeletal horse into a gallop towards the Lady Drake, the startled citizens mumbled, shaking fists at the disappearing being as it rounded a corner.

[OOC] Is this thread still active ?