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As Corbin's tail moved towards the blade once again the pirates eyes caught the movement, a quick flick of his right wrist cause his forearm to ignite and send a direct line of flame between the blade and tail. His left arm would rise towards Corbin and drawing the rest of magika reserve into his whole right arm, Dagoth would swing horizontally towards Corbin and then swing back along the same line. This would send forth two lines of solid flame which would start at chest height but as they closed the distance between the two, would chase for oxygen and more fuel reaching down to the floor and creep up towards the floor. Dagoth would then look to roll towards the case putting himself between Corbin and his target. Coiled ready, waiting for anything that would come his way he felt very tired but the beast inside him simply growled through his throat hungry once again.

".....freeeee...."

Some days you got the bear. Other days, the bear gets you.

It was an effort in itself breaking into the powerful illusory world around Corbin. That was why she hadn't moved. And that was why she could only watch in despondent horror as Dagoth sent jets of fire screaming towards Corbin.

In the middle of the armoury.

Full of ammo, weapons and explosives.



The fire was white-blue, hot as hell and just as deadly. The back wall housed the Daemon weapons in their cases, with large shelf stacks to either side holding the ammo cans for all the small arms down this side of the room.
Even as Corbin dives at Dag, they were cooking off, a mere two or three seconds needed to overheat the contents, causing the containers themselves to ricochet off the shelves and leap about the end of the room like angry hornets.
Big metal angry hornets.

And fire spreads. HEAT spreads. In the time it took to say 's**t', Roan had watched the carnage start, and followed the thought to its logical conclusion. Ducking as a slender clip flew over her head, containing some of the more unorthodox ammo she had for a few specialised guns, its elegantly engraved surface defaced beyond all meaning, she dived forwards, resigning herself to the inevitable ow that was coming, despite her Celerity.



Her first step carried her to grab Corbin by the tail. Her other hand closed around the back of Dagoth's shirt. Potence hurled both of them out the far door with a sound like a thunderclap, and the scent of heavily charred meat.
Her second step was AWAY from safety, and towards the cases on the back wall the two had been so desperately fighting over, to tear open a THIRD one, grabbing and throwing the curved sword inside it onto the burning floor.

Then her third step was towards the exit, fire licking at her heels, dancing dented cans of ammo smacking into her sides and thighs as the heat continued to cook off more and more items. In front of her, a stand of rifles fell tot he ground as something impacted the side of them, causing her to hurdle awkwardly and cut her calf on a bayonet sticking up out of the pile.

Cursing in an arcane language, she barrelled through the door, knocking anyone in her way to the ground and slammed her palm on the closure panel, willing the thick protective plates back into place before anything majorly explosive went boom.....

What the hell now?!

Turning his head just in time to see the flames again behind him, Corbin was yanked, and flung by his tail from the room unceremoniously. Cracks and fissures forming around his charging shoulder from the heat started to fisure though as he hit the wall much like Dag had sections of the hardened hide shattered.

The cooked skin around his shoulder crumbled, a portion turning to ash rather as it had taken the brunt of the force.

Hitting the floor he immediately rolled away growling, though as the door to the armoury closed, the world of whimsy that clouded his senses started to disperse and he was first able to see Dagoth, unleashing a ground and pound on the hall flooring.

What the hell, was it HIM?!

Trying to decide if it was in fact that pirate that had been attacking him or not, and what he should do if it had been, sound returned to him, and hearing the pops and bangs he turned to look in awe at Roan.

"Wha-what teh ******** is going on?"

He then hissed as one of the rounds in his side arm discharged, thankfully outward from his ribs and he quickly ripped the shoulder holster off, tossing the handgun aside, where it would lay harmlessly, already starting to cool down.

Dagoth pushed himself back on to his knees as he moved the grey hide covering his body began to dry patches of white pushing through the deep grey shade. Sliding backwards like a new born faun Dagoth rested against the wall behind him, occasionally coughing and sputtering blood into his lap. Turning his neck Dagoth's hide would pull and spread away from his inner body, he looked at Roan mouth slightly agape.

"ok....ok..."

"La Magra will likely figure it out in time. I won't have him re-invoked tonight by naming him. He was indeed in the armoury. And still will be, despite setting the entire place to the bomb."

She turned slowly, small chips of burnt charcoal like skin falling from her cheeks as she did so. She looked at both of them, quirking what HAD been an eyebrow until the fire a few moments ago at Dagoth.

"You, I want to know once and for all what's going on with you. No more excuses, no more hiding behind half stories. I want to know everything so we can sort you out. And you will do an inventory of what is broken beyond repair, what can be salvaged, and what survived from that mess as Jan cleans the room out and passes things to you.

Under no circumstances will ANYONE save myself or Jan enter that room from now on. Is this clear?"

Her voice never changed. Gentle, soft, consistent.

She was right of course. Magra knew who it was that brought Corbin to cause such a mess, though he now stubbornly resorted to silence and not giving the boy any clues, after being ignored earlier. Childish really, though the Fledgling would find out eventually regardless.

"He said I should 'ave known him with access to teh library. Why teh hell he want me to get that sword so bad?"

The moment she said 'Daemonology', it all made sense. Suddenly he felt likea complete mental deficient. The b*****d reminded him of Take, and was intent on him picking up that sword. Because he was sealed inside it, the same as Take in Roan's sword.

He couldn't help it, he simply tapped his knuckles against his forehead and said barely above a whisper.

"Idiot..."

He listened however, with regards to the books and made a mental note to take a good long hard look at them.

He then wanted to ask Roan what it meant when she said one of them. How many were there, and of them, in the armoury. Furthermore, why the hell keep them just sat there on the wall like that, and more over still, why the HELL did that Daemon want him?

Dag's issue however, took priority, and he simply sat with a tired sigh, focusing on his healing, while producing the one cigarette he had that survived, and lit up.