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Angel looked down at Colin as she was taken to him, the soldier that had hurt opaj. She hadn't cared if he lived or died, but per James request she was going to heal the man.

She knelt next to him, bringing her healing downs on the man. Her hands would glow while a bright light from her God above would shine down a helping hand to help the fallen man. He didn't look like he would probably even live, but that was the wonderful power of healing.

Why hadn't Mike talked? Because he was a reporter. Not due to some kind of confidentialy code, or iron will. It was because the sheer excess of Spooky's techniques had turned Mike into a blubbering thumb-sucker out of fear.

"I- I don't know who took the cookies mommy..."

"Enough! This is barbarism!" And there was that rich baritone again. For the second time in so many hours the cameraman talked, "He is Mike Hunter, junior reporter of Action News. He aggravated a senior programme manager two weeks ago and was assigned to this less than ideal story. The man you are mauling is Cloud six-sixy-six, a rather incompetent mercenary. He is convinced a non existant company that bounces between being called Sheen-rah or EvilCo is behind even the slightest sound. I am Cameron Campton the Fourth, senior cameraman of Action News, I had taken a picture of a large spider like machine earlier today. As it tried to kill us I would not be able to tell you about it until I reviewed the footage. Though on that... Ahem... Camera... The following is contained: Roughly two minutes of a walker attacking us, likley ill focused, followed by... Let me see... Two hours of the three of us running, four and a half of Cloud babbling, one and a half of a large man named Athan saving us, and then vamp reel of the three of us sitting in this very building. The very last thing I've caught on camera is some footage of the attack outside."

And a wonderful power it was, indeed. The magical wiles of a whimsical womanly white mage would weaken the worst of wounds. Alliteration aside, Colin should be getting patched up from the inside-out in a way that modern medicine was hard-pressed to do and half-assed first aid could have never accomplished. If Colin had made it through the night, it looked like he was going to pull through after all.

"Fantastic. Now... come with me."

He turned the chair around and wheeled it towards the back of the room, expecting Angel to follow. What was in the back of the room? That vending machine he had overturned a few hours earlier.

"Take some with you," he instructed Angel. Even though the others had their hands bound, they shouldn't have any trouble opening a can of soda or munching on some dry packaged chips or candy bars. "...and try to keep the others calm. The worst thing for all of you right now would be to start another fight in your condition, and it's getting pretty ugly outside. You'll be safer back there."

+++Dzan smiled. An innocent smile...that was completely out of placed from the crazed Cyberpunk. As he took the hand he'd grip it tightly. The Electromuscles adding some strength to the grip as the chainsword was raised up and swept down taking the hand off at the wrist area, if the man didn't move too much. Sure, it wouldn't be that quick, but there really wasn't much to do when you pull away from a roaring chainsword. It was better just to lose the limb then let it slide. After the hand came away Dzan would giggle insanely and turn around before yelling one word as he walked off with a hand and wrist in his left hand.

+++"MEDIC!"

Spooky listened to Cameron's spiel for a while and then looked at the newt, camera, thing and tilted his head.

Was that thing really a camera?

Well, if the camera guy said it was, and they had nothing else to record with then it was probably a camera. And due to the mission parameters, it needed to be destroyed. He unholstered his pistol and casually shot up the newt-thing. The rapidly exploding creature and all other parts of the amalgamation sprayed the general vicinity before Spooky stopped firing, feeling satisfied in his work. The newt was sufficiently destroyed.

Spooky sighed and walked over to Cloud_666 and forced the useless limb into the man's mouth by the fingers and left it there. His job was pretty much done, and so he relaxed by sitting on a nearby table for the others to show up.

"Thank ya, Cameron."

He took out one of his last cigarettes and lit it, starting to breathe a bit easier now that the adrenaline was wearing off from the acts of mutilation.

"Clean up Mike, if you would."

And now he waited for the others to come and fetch these three for him.

+++Dzan would merely sidestep the pike. That's what happened when someone shouted before they would truly attack and he'd bring his right arm down to touch the pike. It was magical and that touch meant antimagic ran straight through it. Thus, it's disappear after a few seconds of touch. A small giggle escaped his lips. For as that happened the chainsword was swiped across due to a wrist flick and a step forward. This would send the chainsword slashing across the man's chest. A small giggle escaping the man's pierced lips.

Joseph coughed up blood in his foe’s face, who knew might blind him. Staying close he held out his left hand and his stub and cried “Double Eternal Damnation!”…
..The blasts would erupt from their sources, Spiraling and enveloping Dzan due to the range, who knew he might drop his hand.