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"They'll be suspecting us to come the same way as before." Po-ar spoke, with a knowing look to Trunks. "I would suggest a different method than Imogene's. I would take you myself but..." he left the sentence unfinished.
"If Morrigan can teleport one group into the middle of the compound, I think that the other can skirt about without too much trouble." Trunks replied. "The distractors need to be inserted into the middle to draw as much attention as possible."

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Trunks looked at Morrigan as if she were crazy.
"Morrigan-chan, we already told you." Po-ar spoke patiently. "Vejita and I will be distracting. Trunks is going with the other group."

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Aoikage was about to say something, when there was the usual itching in his back.
His wings were hurting from being cooped up once again. However, he hardly wanted Kiraef to see that he possessed wings.
"I think I am going to find the nearest bathroom..." the boy spoke, standing.
In truth, he just wanted a reason to hide and stretch.

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The daemon nodded before rushing off behind one of the nearest huts. With a sigh, his wings escaped him, stretching up high into the sky and spanning nearly the width of the hut.
He was worried though... because usually the boy could keep his wings in for days without pain.

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Ouch. Morrigan looked down, flexing her fists, nodding. She said nothing to explain herself. The stress and worry the woman felt was clearly getting to her, more than she cared to admit. She still felt disoriented without her brother, and with the twins hostage; this wasn't how things normally were. The growing threat of being sealed disturbed her as much as Kiraef's sudden position of power, the knowledge that all of this was a trap, and that sinking feeling in her stomach that seemed to send her spinning sense-wise. "Whenever you're ready." she spoke quietly, refusing to make eye contact. If there were few things she refused to admit to(at least for the most part), they were weakness, fear, despair, confusion and stress. She cared less about Trunks than she did the twins or her brother, given the circumstances; something wasn't entire right about his vision, and she had a sneaking suspicion....
But no proof. Her emotional outbursts beforehand, her obvious lapses of memory and the pressure these situations were placing upon her shoulders were all to her disadvantage. If she continued this way, they would accuse her of being out of her right mind.
Better to stay silent.

"Of course. We must go wlecome our guest then," said Herne maliciously, eyes flickering over to Thom, shoese ong had ended again but had not repated it. It did not matter to Herne at the moment. The damge had been done, but her slapped Thom violently for it anyway. the boy had to be trained, afetr all.

"For future refrence, boy, you are not to stop until I give the command," he said cooly as he took both song and ciolen from the youht as Ashuir bound his arms to the chair again.

Trunks tapped Morrigan on the shoulder, before mouthing. 'What about Lief and Imogene? Do you not wish them to aid us as well?'

Meanwhile, Vejita smirked. "I say we make some noise."
"Right with you." Po-ar replied as both he and the Saiya-jin Oji let loose a barrage of ki down the hallways.

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Morrigan nodded. "Leif would, but he can't offer much against these people... Imogene, however..." But she was cut off by the baying of hounds. Her eyes widened. "Find the twins!" She disappeared in an instant, reappearing elsewhere in the compound, hoping to lure the hounds away from Trunks. As far as she could tell, it was helping.
She disappeared again, however, to grab Imogene. "C'mon, hun," she whispered, grabbing her as they faded into the mist, "I haven't forgotten you too. Be careful."
She dropped her off with Trunks, and teleported back to Po-ar. Here, she'd draw the hounds strongest, opposed to the rescue team, and at least if the guys were injured, she could save them. Everyone had a teleporter now. "There's some rooms, but I can hardly go near them," she alerted the men, firing off a few fireballs. She teleported to a different side, trying not to stay in one place for too long. "Down that hall, in case something should happen." Teleport. "I can't stay still for too long or..."
And it was then she heard Naga's voice, and the beginnings of a spell, laughing. "Well! Come to aid your brother, little one?
She was gone in an instant, a pillar of fog and then nothing. She wouldn't risk becoming sealed again. She was in the rafters now, working on her own spell.
"Darkest midnight, Ancient Crone, seer through all that's unknown, weaver strong do bind him well, so no word uttered casts a spell."
It flowed from her hands like the wind, spinning around him from the ethers. It was temporary, but it helped her enough. It would take him about fifteen minutes to unseal that; by then, they'd hopefully be out. In the meantime, she fired fireballs at the hounds and hunters. Should things spiral out of control, she'd start making walls. If she could brave the iron, she'd see to rescuing Vincent and the others shortly.
Naga, meanwhile, cursed from his safe spot in the hallway, just barely managing to avoid a few nasty-looking ki blasts. He imagined they burned rather painfully. Ironically, Herne's move on the iron plating was too irritating to his comrade; he'd seek a better fortress in the rooms elsewhere.