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The man froze as Tweak berought out the pistol. He was only about three yards away at the time, and he froze. He lowered his hands, still holding onto the rod as Tweak made his demands.

He took the four steps back, holding perfectly still as he leveled a glare at the criminal from behind his shades. His eyes would keep tracking Tweak, even as some more noise came from upstairs. Footfalls, a lot of them. Apparently the house staff/guards. Out of sight for now, but approaching quickly.

Listening to Tweak, Angel didn't know what to say to the man that was descending the stairs, rather quickly at that. She frowned as she heard footsteps coming towards them. She'd picked it up rather quickly. Her ears twitching as she listened intently.

She looked at Athan, wide eyed. "Uh huh." Was all she said, but she knew her best wasn't at fighting, but there was no point in making him worry about her.

She pulled the bow free, along with an arrow from the leather quiver that was nestled neatly under it. Trying to be quick, she had the arrow strung and pulled, ready for more guards.

As Tweak pulled in behind Athan, two more guards appeared at the top of the stairs. They looked so similiar, you might have thought them clones. That typical mafia/security black suit and tie. Dark shades, ear pieces. The one on the left held a shotgun loosely in his hand, and the one on the right held a black rod, the same as the first guard.

It took only the blink of an eye for the shot gun toting guard to level the firearm towards Athan, while he slowly started down the stairs, coming from the group's left side, while the other guard started coming down from the right.

The guard that Tweak held up was starting to move, just a little, to square himself up with Athan, his feet sliding out, his body starting to prepare itself for a fight.

His left hand was resting at his side, and as Tweak edged his way behind him, Athan turned to look at the little thief. Or wannabe thief. It was hard to tell what he was at this stage.

"Gimme that other marble."

Now he wasn't too sure what the other marble did, but having an urge to punch something was always a good thing to have when he was about ready to fight a group of people. In this case, a potentially large group of heavily armed and well-trained house guards.

"And just follow my lead."

The moment Tweak heralded his request, he'd swap the red one out with the yellow thing. Not a pleasant process by any means, but he thumbed the yellow marble in his left hand prior to depositing it in his vest pocket.

Muscles throbbed, his right hand tightened its grip on the large sword, and he drew it from its holding place. When one of the new arrivals happened to be brandishing a shotgun, Athan turned the sword so that the wide flat end of the blade was turned in front of him, almost like a shield, as he brought his left hand up and across his body to grip the lowest portion of the hilt. He angled the sword so that it offered a bit of a barrier between his vital organs and the man with the shotgun.

So when he took off running across the floor, it came as a bit of a surprise that he was rushing right towards the first guard that Tweak had originally held up.

"Outta my way!"

Up would come the sword just a moment prior to striking. Leaving him temporarily available, just prior to the point that he brought the sword down across his body in an attempt to cleave the guard in half diagonally, from shoulder to hip.

((Like I should have bothered. Mooks always have horrible luck.))

The guard looked as though he needed a change of pants as Athan charaged. He froze up, his rod dropped from nerveless fingers as Athan brought his sword up, and right back down.

He didnt' even attempt to dodge. His puny human frame stood little chance against Athan's super blade, split him in twain like an overripe melon.


Of course, as Athan Charged, a blast came from the shotgun. The man was too slow on the trigger. He was firing where Athan was, instead of where he was running to, meaning there was some buckshot heading in towards the cowering Tweak that was hiding behind said meatshield.

With all hell breaking loose, the third guard bounded down the stairs, going for Athan. He was screaming out something as he brought up the weapon in his hand, jabbing it out towards Athan's closest shoulder. An arrow lodged into his chest, throwing his aim off slightly, but it was still good enough to hit.

"The hell are you guys so chipper about."

Vahn would be striding up right behind both Owle and Rage, hands stuffed into his jean pockets even as his right eye surveyed the Mansion... and it's subsequent new entryway.

Namely several holes in the doors.

"Looks like someone's remodeling the place."

"'Bout time you got your head out of the clouds, Hotshot," said Rage, grinning over his shoulder at Vahn. "You missed all the fun."

Hearing what Owle and Vahn had to say about the mansion, he simply shrugged. "Well, it couldn't hurt to remodel the place more, right?"

He charged up the front stairs and through the front door. If it was still there, he'd smash it down. "C'mon, let's go!"