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((He's also just lost his sword... >.>))

Reaching the doorway behind landa just as she ducked, she instinctively brought her own sword up to block it. Hearing the clang of metal hitting metal, she picked up the blade without a second thought and sort of dive-rolled over the mermaid so that she ended up behind a couch.

Peeking over, she spotted Arkus, hurt badly as his ankle seemed to have practically shattered. She had both swords in hand now, ready to fight anyone if need be. Though while she was surveying the room, she noticed a shadowed corner where something moved. Instantly she threw a globe of darkness into that corner before leaping away, she then stood up and sort of rolled over the couch, landing nimbly on her feet as she actually tip-toed over there so that she was about five feet away from the globe, swords at the ready.

Franz watched the globe of darkness launched at him. He waved his hand and it dissapated in midair. He slowly walked from the shadows, a frown on his face. "You insects believe you can stop me? I am a efreeti! I will crush you with a thought." Franz lifted the special weapon and fired at the couch and watched it explode, and then fired down at the mermaid, helpless on the ground. His eyes traced along to each person. "I've been experimenting something for a long time...if you defeat me look under that pad on the desk. You'll find out something I've found..." He then pulled out another weapon ready to fire it.

Arkus swore loudly in his native tongue which sounded like the mixture of a caveman's grunt and a bull's roar. He hit the ground, blocking any further attempts to blow his ankles out with the door, which hit the floor on a thin side as he hunched down behind it. He heard the sounds of combat as he huffed and puffed, grunting as he moved forward.

Thankfully the elf tied his ankle up and he was feeling a tad better; the blood had stopped painting the floor and it was now, instead, soaking the makeshift bandage instead.

He gave a nod of thanks as the elf danced away. "Stupid." Arkus thought. "He's unarmed. Should've stayed... behind the door with me..." He huffed, wincing at the pain. It felt like there was nothing left of his ankle. This kind of wound only meant one thing to a minotaur. It meant you were going to die...

And so as Arkus heard something that sounded like Na'fiel running, and her shouting, he put his hands against the door, ready to fulfill what she had desired.

He stood up on both legs with a loud shout, lifting the door above his head, his muscles bulging as he poured his strength into his arms, launching the door like a frisbee, only without the spin, towards Franz's chest.

If anything, it would not only distract him, but if it connected, it could possibly kill him, even. The throw could probably cut a man in two...

Knowing that his cover was now blown and flying towards his foe, he limped in a run, hunched over on all fours, using three limbs and saving his fourth the work. It was awkward, sure, but it got the job done.

He followed what the elf did, finding a large table and setting it up in a defensive posistion with a well aimed backhanded slap, resting his back against it (but not too heavily, because then the table would've fallen) and laying out his leg in front of him, breathing heavily. Damn, his ankle burned like the fires of hell! He was surprised his hoof wasn't on the other side of the room!

But this was not the way of the warrior, the warrior that Arkus was.

So he grabbed the leg of the table and pulled down on it, using his back as a support for the main section of the table.

He had, in his hand, now, a makeshift steel club. It would certainly give someone a nasty bump...

And unlike his steel knuckles, it could be thrown. Lucky Franz. He had a wounded minotaur against him now. One thing about wounded animals is that... they typically fight harder than their uninjured comrades...

"s**t!" she thought, having to change directions at the last moment and flying towards the right and under a steel table. Though her clothes were singed, she wasn't too badly harmed from the flames, thankfully. Na'fiel didn't know how to handle fire, she was a water creature. Flames baffled her.

Though she escaped several nasty burns, she wasn't prepared for the bullet that came flying at her only a moment later. Since she was under the table, it hit her hip, going right through her since the aim was a tad off. Waves of pain shot through the entire left side of her body. She didn't know how lucky she was that it didn't hit the table. Resisting the urge to cry out, Na'fiel gathered her strength and moved to the other side of the table, flipping it up like a barricade. She then leaned against it, breathing heavily. Her arm wasn't in the best of conditions and now her hip. Basically, the entire left side of her body was out of commission, now.

"Damn it all," she said and gave several soft swears under her breath. He must have some kind of weakness. Some place where he wasn't so well protected! Even gods had weaknesses...

Briefly, she wondered if the others had been badly wounded. Hopefully not, even the elf. However, Na'fiel was in bad condition. Every move she made sent shockwaves of pain all through her body. Trying to block it out was pretty much futile.

"I won't give up," she vowed to herself, silently, "Never..."

Kort looked down at the club thrown off to the side. "Fun, because I can carry one of those monstrocities," he muttered, watching everyone scramble around and try to attack. Z'Kort watched as Arkus launched himself and a chair at Franz.

The elf hopped up and leaned over the table he hid behind, chucking the knife in his hand at the man. It aimed towards his side, from the left of the minotaur's attack. If only they could all organize and attack at the same time. This man might be strong, but he wasn't invincible. At least, I don't think he is, Kort thought, smiling sardonically. What a useless effort this would be if Franz was invincible.

He slid back down behind the table, staring at the club-like object. Z'Kort glanced around the table, trying to spot his other comrades. Na'Fiel didn't look too hot, and the elf frowned. Obviously the mermaid was not atuned to the art of bullets. He glanced over the other direction, what was the drow doing? She had dashed somewhere off after trying a hit on their target with little success.

Kort got up into a half crouch and made his way to the other side where the mermaid was. Good thing I move fast, he mused. Otherwise I might be dead right now. Probably Franz didn't see him as much of a threat, he wasn't really attacking, afterall. The elf quickly slid behind Na'Fiel's table, one knife out and ready.

"Hello, I'll be your midwife today," he said conversationally. The speed demon ripped another piece of his pants out to wrap her arm with. Something told him that he didn't have enough pants in his wardrobe to even bandage up her hip. "That's a might find coupla wounds ya got there." Z'Kort joked in a southern accent, light-hearted as he usually was.

He tied the strip of cloth tightly around the woman's arm, wishing there was a plant in the room. Goddam good elf earth magic needing goddamn plants.

"Those spines effective?" Kort gestured to her arms. "'Cause if they are, I can run around and be distracting to the man and you can pin cushion him." He grinned, "Wonder if he's straight?"

((Well since I want this rp to last a lot longer than the first boss fight...hehe))
Franz watched the minotaur pierce his fire wall. Well...now he had a flaming minotaur running at him. The flames wouldn't hurt Franz, and neither would the disentegrating chair, but those arms would. Franz dropped the guns and moved quickly. His fist came up and connected with the minotaurs gut, just as the bull mans' arms would hit him.

Amazingly Franzs' punch would throw the minotaur across the room. But less damage would occur. Franz would hit the ground, his eyes wide open and whitened. His mouth agape, a bit of drool leaking out. His neck was broken, obvious from the bones sticking out. Franz Draco was dead. The fire around him didn't go down, and neither did the fire affects. Na'fiel would need someone to heal her beyond physically...for infernal fire worked at the mental and physical...

Hybrid walked through the S.W.A.T members rushing in. They didn't even seem to notice him, yet fully avoided him as they ran. Hybrid would walk out into the street and look back up. Suddenly the utter darkness that had surrounded the building disappeared. Hybrids' eyes looked down at Azriel before he turned walking away. He had left his team behind...for what purpose? Few would know...

((Yes you broke his neck, probably not purposefully since Arkus would have lost the chair, and more or less his arms just swung down with Franz in the wrong place at the wrong time...oh...and you should check the desk before the S.W.A.T team gets up there...You are going to jail by the way ^_^ And you'll get what Hybrid promised...you'll be very famous...well, infamous but still close enough right? wink ))

The S.W.A.T team quickly was moving up the stairs, through the building and around people. Either these were trained professionals, or lucky individuals...the team wasn't sure, but those people on the 20th floor wouldn't be getting out without jail...possibly even death...