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As all hell broke loose, the first thought to cross Rin's mind was that she had made a big mistake. It was a mistake to get out of bed, to come, to leave Melvin behind. There was a very clear threat all around, it was tangible. If she died here, he would never know what happened. She couldn't do that to him. She was already running.

Following orders.

(1/3)

Rin had made it to the end of the line. She glanced around for others who had also made it to the headquarters. She was uncertain if anyone needed help at this point; they all looked like a horrible mess. Even herself though she has taken no fire yet, she brushed off some pine needles and dirt.

(3/3 - 50/50 HP)

Armagnac seemed pleased by Sherry's lack of hesitation at actually summoning her. Sherry didn't know why- this was not a situation for hesitating. These dudes in grey were not joking around. They'd done killed folks, messed up Mark, shot people... Nope not a time to try and talk.

Sherry put a fair bit of effort into her first attack. She grinned when it hit, both because it was satisfying and to hide her wince. The sentry was armed, too.

HP: 58/60
Damage: 7

Sentry HP: 10-7= 3

Sherry turned, ready to head back down the path, following others she recognized, following orders.

Unfortunately, it seemed the fellow she'd just stabbed had a friend. He didn't look happy. No, no, not at all.

[2/3]
HP: 56/60

Perhaps Bix underestimated himself. He darted up the path, ducking and dodging flying bullets and continuing on undisturbed. He moved to any shadows he could and even crept around in bushes.

HP: 60/60
Roll: 2/3

Bix arrived at his destination completely without incident.

He'd keep his fingers crossed that everything continued just as smoothly.

HP: 60/60
Roll: 3/3

Jordan hadn't been in the gathering group, not close enough yet, but he'd seen the spatter of blood, and for long moments as the scene played out he was shocked frozen. They'd gotten too used to the shield keeping them whole. One more assumption destroyed. Good to know that it was possible without having had it demonstrated personally, he thought guiltily.

None of them were going to reach Mark in time, and it was weirdly horrifying that after all this time, something as simple as a gun could be a genuine threat, could actually kill one of them. Jordan had enough time to reflect that he didn't like Mark, but he hadn't wanted to see the guy die, and not like this, and then an explosion shook the lighthouse, and time resumed.

Of course. Mark liked bombs.

Somehow, in the confusion and the flames, Jordan made it through the portal, found himself on the other side in chill morning air beside another lighthouse, one that looked a lot like the burning one they'd just stumbled through. There was a path forward and a clear directive. Take them out. He hesitated a few moments. Mark was missing fingers and didn't look like he really registered what was around him. With the portal closed, this was probably not the most dangerous place to be; if the O headquarters was ahead, anything coming from that direction would have to come through the group of Deus hunters first. Anything coming from any other direction ... there wasn't much they could do about that.

America and Robert had bandages, and it didn't look like Mark was responding to much; getting him hidden would probably take physically hauling him to cover, and if five minutes was accurate, they didn't have time for that. Jordan hissed between his teeth with worry and irritation and turned to the path.