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"Not bad," Legion commented. The assembled warlocks looked around for him. He was not present - at least, not in body. He continued. "Listen, now. Through the door across from the room's entrance, there is roomful of lesser demon-like creatures - corrupted humans, to be precise. Or at least, they were at some point along the way. We now call them them Forsaken. They're as close as we can get to a normal human assisting us. They're a dime a dozen, totally expendable, and easily revive-able. Anyway." He demonstrated the demonic tendency towards tangential changes in topic, it seemed. "You're going to assault their position." When the warlocks looked, the previous three doors had been, rather conspicuously, replaced with a single large wooden door.

"Keep in mind," he continued, "They are equipped with simple magic - on an order of magnitude with yours - and mostly weapons such as knives. Keep in mind, this is easily enough to kill you. And two more warnings - first, there is one Forsaken capable of a Chameleonic. Second, you're attacking a fortified position with an unknown number of hostiles, each capable of individually killing you. You will maintain awareness of your surroundings, and Sindhlot? If someone does something that would get themselves killed, no helping bail them out this time. You are not to participate in the trials. Just stay nearby, be on standby, and wait for my orders. If they're going to protect each other, it's up to them. Not you."

The door's edge glowed red briefly. A wave of malicious cruelty indicated Legion had just tampered with it.

"The door opens in two minutes," Legion added. "You have until that much time is expired to plan."

"Good luck," he finished. You could practically hear him grinning sadistically.

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"I like it, more or less," Takeshi commented. "However. A few questions. First, how far can the ward reach? Second, can the Chameleonic user detect it? Third, can you cast it at a distance? As in, placing it inside the room from here?"

"In that order? About two yards, yes, and yes, I can get about ten feet of distance," Siber answered.

"All right. I figure we should flesh it out a little. We don't know what we're going into, exactly. It could be a room the size of the mansion, a series of rooms, or a cramped corridor, or combinations of all of those. Therefore, I figure we should attempt to establish a sort of 'forward' base just beyond the door, with a wind-wall the full way around and your anti-Chameleonic ward creating a perimeter he won't be able to enter. Since he won't be able to enter that zone I'll need you guys to cover me as I use my gun to take out the Chameleonic-user."

"And how do you propose to do that?" inquired Joe.

"Simple," Takeshi answered. "Third eye. Think about it. If I can observe the patterns and flows of magic with it - which I can - I should be able to just put a shell or two in him and take him down before he realizes he's spotted. Kayla, I think if we have you flank them via a shadow step after that, we can throw them into a state of confusion, at which point we can use small fireballs and such to pin them down until we can take them out. That, of course, assumes we have room for that... if not, we'll just stick to Siber's general plan. Any objections or additions?"

Kayla simply nodded her consent. She had begun channeling Oscurfillius again, and, like he, was less inclined to speak than usual. Oddly, she found herself exhiliarated by the prospect of further battle. She wasn't entirely sure how much of that was her, and how much of that was the demon, but wither way it was fairly surprising. She stood and picked up the humerus with which she'd been beating zombies, as well as her watch. As she looped it through a belt loop, she realized that her clothes were still on. This was a little surprising, given that she had only meant to phase her body through Erik. She wasn't even aware that the field of intangibility could be projeted. she filed this information away, along with a warning to herself that the effort of making anything larger than a shirt, pants, and some underwear intangible might just kill her.

"The wind shield shield is to keep any magic away from us. I tested it a little this morning, it can alter a fireball's course. Once we can see any source of danger, though, we can deal with it individually. So no, once he's down, we won't need you to sustain it," Takeshi replied. "If any of you think we should open the door now, let us know and go ahead. Siber, maybe you, you can pull the door open and take cover behind it while you sustain your ward?" he suggested.