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"Saria, do really want to know why I am here? Your little cat friend Shamas here dragged me. I was doing my taxes in peace then Shamas dragged me away from them and lead me here along with Kaia and Kai. So don't blame." Amaya said while petting Kaia and Kai on their heads.

Shaking her head, Saria left her conversation with Amaya and doubled back. Since gaurds were shooting everywhere anyway, she hadn't shown much concern when a bullet had wizzed past her head, but know that, she thought and smelt the air,, she felt that she should investigate.
Whatever was clenched in the fingers of her hand burnt hotly. Rounding a corner, she surprised a gaurd who was trying to drag the unconsious body of a women away. Doing away with his buddies swiftly, Saria wipped around in front of the figure, stopping him in his tracks.
She swiftly held a knige to his throught and asked quietly
"And exactly what do you think you are doing?"
Saria glanced down at the redheaded demoness. She remembered seeing her on her first few days in New York in the city. Not that it really mattered.
Saria knocked the gaurd out by pinching a nerve at the back of his neck. She didn't kill him in case she might need him later. She knew of some rather nasty ways of waking him back up.
kneeling down Saria threw the comatose girl over her shoulder as gently as possible. She then walked back over to Amaya as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"As I was saying, did you see where Shamas ran off to?"

Jag blinked awake and groaned, holding her stomach as more blood pumped and oozed from the wound, staining the bandages red. She noted she was sitting up against a wall near the entrance and growled, trying to wake up Skiaska.

Ski, get up! We have to keep fighting! I failed them... Failed them... Forgive me... Ski, come on! It's not your fault that any of this happened. ...Jag... Yeah? Give it up... Let me die... ...What kind of ********' selfish attitude is that?! You're going to just DIE, leave people who CARE about you to bury you, and... Did you think what would happen to your body? What do you mean? Your body would become my host... But since their wouldn't be a TRULY human mind inside, I would likely go insane and become a demon.

Jag smiled slightly when Skiaska entered back into the phsyical mind. "Welcome back..." Alright, we have to get these bullets out of us, and heal. "Alright..." Jag took a dagger from her belt and started on her stomach. Biting her rolled up shirt in pain, the two slugs were soon out. Jag grinned tiredly as the wounds very slowly began to close.

After ten minutes, the wounds were closed and only tender. Skiaska grinned mentally. Bring it on. Suddenly, Lydia's message came into her. With a frown, Skiaska calculated fifteen minutes more of battle. With a feral smirk, Jag leapt up into a rafter and swung up onto the second level.

((Alright, I'm too tired to write another battle scene, so just picture her mercillesly killing random guards, etc. Ciao!))

"No, I don't Saria. I have a guess that he went to go gather the rest of the people he dragged away from the Hordes. Saria, who is that you have on your shoulder?"

Lain nodded to Saria, and she gathered the fallen figure in her arms. Lain almost dropped her, and she sank to the floor with the wounded person in her lap. She caressed the side of the person's face, her hand glowing grey with black and white mana. The mana sank into the person, but didn't help. Must not be a demon... I wonder what she is... Lain then carried her unsteadily over to a safer place with no gunfire so that she could heal. She set her down, and went back out into the gunfire and slaughtering. Lain leaned against a bloodflecked wall, getting smidgens of blood on her back. She failed to notice, and when she stepped away from the wall, all the blood that had been on her back had collected near her wings, and were being absorbed into her skin. Heh. I love anonymous donors.

tyler kept running up the starway and plowing through the guards that got in his way, it seemed like there were just to many, like this could never end. it all seemed hopeless. but he noticed somthing, the guards kept getting more agressive as he neared a certan level, as he kept moving he noticed a few guards started to retreat. tyler didn't have enough time to think, all of the sudden there was a loud exploshion that shook the building. the stairs began to colapse and tyler was sent spyraling down to the ground, falling several stories in free fall. and the more he fell the more the debriss from the stairs that had exploded took out stairs from ahead of him. tyler was in a daze, it seemed as if reality had been compleatly shattered for him. but somthing compelled him to move, it wasn'this time to die yet. tossing aside the door he moved closer to the wall, sliding against it and when the timing was right he leapt off of it. smashing through a metal door and tumbling a bit. it was odd for him, he never felt so useless, he couldn't even feel his legs. or the bottom half of his body. his entire body felt numb. although he still had his lower half and it was fully in tact the shock of it all had given his system a bit to much of a shock. leaving his mind dazed and confused. ironicly for him he was on the same level as rogue now.

hearing the sound of the distant battle tyler began to crawl out twards it, leaving a red streak behind him on the tile floor. krii, i'm sorry... i got a little ******** up, and uhh... i can't feel my legs bro... everything feels like it's going all dark... tyler just wanted to find a friendly face now. it wasn't the wolf side of him wanting it, wanting to be near a friendly face when he thaught he was going to die, but his human side, the side telling him that he had to finish his mission.

Turning Saria nodded to Amaya and continued to follow the trail of destruction left by the vampires.