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((I, too, am getting excessively busy, but I'll attempt to stay in the game))

Erik felt Siber's death before he heard the sound. The songs final notes had struck a chord in his mind, and Erik almost thought he had seen the death himself. It saddened him. Siber had seemed like a very intelligent person, and, to be quite honest, Erik felt a strange sense of kinship with him. A buried bit of anger was also present in the back of his mind. He had been abandoned, in a way. Oh well, nobody really stays anyway.

He turned to the task at hand, completely ignoring all of his emotions.




"Perhaps we should hurry?"

Samuel shuddered as he felt the demonic energy wash over ********. Gurul. What the hell was that?>






have to burn something today. Don't evade it. Seriously...>




Samuel finished his jog down the stairs and exited through the front of the hotel, looking both ways upon exit. To the right, a group of people was standing there around a demonic form and they seemed rather shocked at the disappearance of a comrade.


He casually walked up to the party, since they did not seem to be paying attention, his sword resting comfortably in his hand.
"Hello. Name's Samuel. So whats the deal with the demon?"

The moment Kayla heard Samuel's introduction and regitered who he was, given his lack of surprise at the large blue ape standing in their midst, she dropped into her own shadow and reappeared on a balcony midway up a building. She shadowstepped again, appearing above the cornice in the shade of a rooftop garden. She hoped that the rest of her troupe would realize that Samuel's being in the open meant that the Hunters were free to act openly and without mercy towards any of the warlocks present. She sought about for some sort of weapon, and her eye caught on a shovel, leaning against what appeared to be a freshly potted shrub. She picked it up and returned to the edge of the roof, ready to cover anyone who needed covering.

Joe slid in, back-to-back with Erik. "Ready? I'm always ready." He smiled in a slightly disconcerting way and held up his hand. It was instantly engulfed in a spinning flame that he twisted through his fingers and across his hand.
"Let's rumble."

Joe nodded, knowing that Roland would get his message.
Then Joe shut his hand over the fire, snuffing it. He looked up at the demon. "Leviathan?" he asked.

Joe ignored Roland and said, "You had to be bound, right? What did Siber use to bind you? If its something tangible, then that means that he's still...well...can we still bring him back? Like, eventually?" He looked up hopefully at Leviathan.

((Yeah, it's a direct confrontation, with the exceptions of the hidden and undetectable Shadowmen and any violation of the boundaries by the two characters who can Shadowstep.))

Samuel carefully lined his weapon up with the foremost hunter, Joshua, and fired. Somehow, the gauntlets were in the way. It was impossible - Joshua could not have moved his hands that fast, they were at his sides moments ago.

"The Fists of the Titan..." Leviathan muttered, awestruck.

Samuel, frustrated by the failure of his first shot, prepared his aim again; he was taken by surprise when Alan's leg thrust from his shadow, taking his knee out. As Samuel dropped onto one knee, the pavement behind him exploded from an obscenely powerful sniper round. Before anyone could react, he was out of sight again.

~~

"s**t!" the swordsman yelled. "Shadowmen! I'm putting up a visual barrier against them!" He swung his sword in an arc, and a black haze poured from the ground. While you could not see through it, everything maintained the same lighting - not at all strange for a force produced by intersecting what can and what cannot exist.

~~

"Why do you have a sword, human Samuel?" Leviathan asked as he readied himself. "I sense no magic emanation from it. What purpose does it serve? Alas, you must tell me later." And with that, Leviathan took off and charged Josh.

((Sorry about the confusion. I just meant that Samuel came out of the hotel about the same time the Hunters arrived. Perhaps confronted was the wrong word...))

((Actually, they can all see - I specifically stated that while such a barrier SHOULD have blocked vision, it didn't.))

The Hunter swordsman grinned at Samuel and swung. A gust of wind dispersed the fire and blew the warlocks backwards. Before Samuel could regain his footing, the swordsman was practically on top of him, swinging an elbow the Samuel barely ducked under.

Leviathan threw a punch with his its enormous left hand, strong enough to pound a person to pulp with a single strike.

Josh held his right hand in its path. The fists collided. A blast of kinetic energy from the impact - as the force of Leviathan's punch had to be sent somewhere - flung debris (and people) to the ground. Only Leviathan and Josh were still standing.

Linda, from where she lay, fiddled with her prayer beads and arced four fireballs towards the cluster of hostile warlocks.