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Xehart heard a large amount of noise as a truck began to come straight towards him. He was left with only a few options here, as the zombies were still swarming him. He gave a final swing of his mace hand, swatting one zombie to the floor, and freeing himself of their grasp, before escaping from the crowd for just long enough for RAMMING SPEED!

Xehart would push off the ground, and flip back and away from the small group of zombies. It wouldn't be a far launch, just enough to seperate the zombies and his own body.

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Seeing as this was pickup truck with a plow, there was no roof to the back portion. So as they sped along, Taro got up from the floor of the carriage and hung onto the cab. So as they drew closer he could see the them getting closer to some structure. And what he was hopping for, but not expecting, was an increase of speed. To his glee the driver decided to increase in speed, another reason for Taro to enjoy the one in the cockpit of this truck. If anyone was looking a little above the truck they would see and here some crazy dude standing up will shouting.

"BOO YAHH BIT---!

-- ches," His voice toning down a bit as he entered the Anti-Unity field.

((Autofollow Aces&Eights for 40 mins or so))

As Deitric went up, so did Bryant's arm, grabbing the pocket, and ripping it clean off, but Deitric himself got away clean to go and do whatever it was he wanted to do.

Outside

The mace struck the zombie with force and it staggered back, although it was not done yet. It would only give him a brief reprieve.

((Sorry for the lame posts guys. ))

With the man safely out of the way, Caesar tightened his grip on the vehicle's wheel and gave it more gas. "Brace yourselves!"

He followed his own advice. They were about to hit five metal men and, although the truck was built for it, it was not going to be a pleasant ride. The truck was aimed head-on, allowing the heavy metal plow to absorb as much of the impact as it could-- the last thing he wanted was the truck's crumble zones to activate.

Once through (and RAMMING SPEED would certainly carry them through) he was prepared to immediately spin the truck to a stop before they plowed through an actual wall: they'd need to offload to do anything here.

Caesar was unable to flag down or respond to any of the new arrivals, he was focused on what he was doing.

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Xehart collapsed to his feet and took a breath. That was close, a little bit too close. He needed to get out of here, at least temporarily, to regain his strength. He glanced towards the truck, and then slowly he got to one knee, before finally rising to a stand. His mace-hand reformed into a normal human looking hand.

"Thanks for the save. The big guy is inside, I was following him, when he sent those robots after me. You can go take care of him if you want, I'm gonna get out of here while I still can. I wouldn't bother him, he doesn't know anything about the disappearences."

Xehart placed his hands against his face, and then, in an exaggerated stage whisper he spoke again

"I think he's gone plum loco, his mind's gone to the dogs, if you catch me dreeft, meester."

Xehart then waved at the small group, and headed away from the Palace Dome, towards one of the large clouds descending to the sky. Perhaps he would find answers to the disappearences there. It looked like the fastest way there would be from the way he had come. He turned back and began to make his way towards the clouds.

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The zombies would go flying, although they would take out anything and everything with them that they could. There were still more that had scrambled into the Palace but the ones that remained outside were trying to grab onto anything and everything.

Inside

Bryant sat down in the chair and looked remorseful. -They- would have to be dealt with, even if the city fell around him.

{{Charge}}

Aiolos saw Lah and ran in after him. Lah was the only familiar face, you know how it is. He went up the stairs and ran into the palace. His breath was heavy. He pressed a button on his cloak and opened the fabric to wings. If he needed a quick escape, he'd be able to fly upstairs, or something. He hoped whatever this feeling was, it would disappear after flying away from the place.

"Isn't that two of the same?" Aiolos asked Lah when he caught up with him, "Personally, I'd save the check."

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