Security responded promptly, the majority of the forces summoned to the reception area to deal with the undead creatures that had begun to flood the institute. Mages went to work creating nets of magic to seal off the exits, and prevent more, while less enable security guards attempted to shoot down the creatures, failing rather poorly.
That didn't stop them from attempting to protect the institute and do their job. Though they had been trained in what to do in the event of a break out, they were responding rather haphazardly to the [i[break in.[/i]
The crash caught their attention, but each decided to let someone else deal with it, and the small amount of guards not already there, remained at their posts, ensuring none of the prisoner's escaped. The security force wasn't high of course. This was a mental institute, high security or not. That meant there were more doctors than guards, and the doctors had fled further in rather than face the undead horde.
The guards manning the wing Parson was in were less lucky. As Ursa crashed through the wall they began to shoot at the giant undead bear, not doubt doing little damage. The mages had been called away to deal with the bat problem, so they were gun men, not a mage among them.
Panicked, one of the guards called for a mage, but they were no good compared to Ulviir, and at the death of his comrades, the caller quickly fled. He wasn't paid enough to do this, nor trained to deal with this situation!
As Ulviir released the inmates, they fled through the opening.
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Parson heard the crash and sat patiently, though he remained tense. The boy stared at the door intently, impatiently, waiting. It wasn't good to be waiting at the door, just in case. Then the door slowly opened and the vampire stood up, beaming.
"Nina!" He nearly rushed to the doorway, then stopped. "You are not Nina." He looked at Ulviir, sizing him up. "Who're you? You're no Lessard." The boy very nearly didn't go with the other vampire, but then spotted the raven. That was Nina's. He knew the bird well enough.
"I guess I'll go with. Mother must have sent you." He consented warily, but hurried out the door, nervous. He didn't know the vampiric drow after all. "Take me to Mother." He ordered firmly, unwilling to wait in the least. He wanted to go back home.
Who knew a little death and destruction could cause him to be locked up? The boy glanced around, waiting impatiently for Ulviir to show him the way.