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"...TSUH!"

All the spores would stop and be disintegrated, almost instantly. A man with what looked like a black ninja outfit on stood, having apparently made that sound. The soldiers would notice a thin dust was suddenly falling and blowing all around them and coating them. To be specific, they were metallic particles, were they the cause of the spores obliteration?

"TSUH!"

The man appeared in front of the soldier ordering back up, black eyes meeting the soldiers with a sadistic grin.

"Take your men and go help people evacuate."

The man disappeared again until-

There was a high-pitched whistling as his fist shot out, punching a hole clean into the beast's face as if it was soggy tissue paper. The hand stopped however, when it reached it's brains, the pinky red goo dribbling down his arm.

"TSUH!"

The man disappeared again, the dust still hanging on everything and everyone.

((Yarneth takes a crippling blow to his hand, possibly resulting in its loss. This is due to an OOC discussion on the matter. Now, to post.))

And Yarneth would wait. And wait. And wait some more. His words would echo into the realms of memory as they faded from the field. If the battle was taking place on a Western Battlefield, a tumbleweed would roll by, blown by a gentle wind. For Yarneth had made a grave miscalculation about what composed this mighty wall. His spell would have called for stone golems, beings made from the supposed rock and ground that he believed made up the wall of Lament. However, it seemed that in all his mighty cloud brained wisdom, he hadn't noticed that the wall was made of METAL. There wouldn't be any stone golems forming from this massive chunk of protective, and recently fortified, metal.

The concussive shock trauma alone from the exploding artillery shells would be more than enough to turn the slugs into microscopic bits of goo. The shells that had fired towards the ice shields would ALSO not act as Yarneth had expected. The penetration power of the shells was tremendous. Their weight, momentum, and inertia only added to this property. The shells were capable of burrying themselves into the ground several feet before exploding if there was nothing to prevent them from hitting it, such as the body of an enemy weapon, or advancing army. This would mean that the mere 1 meter thickness of the ice walls would do next to nothing against the shells. True, the shells would detonate after digging into the ice, however, the intense force from the shells would obliterate the ice shields surrounding Yarneth, and leave him open for the next volley, especially because it took MINUTES for the ice sheilds to reform, where as the guns could fire every ten SECONDS.

This meant that the fire from the cannons would effectively be able to hit and pummel Yarneth before he could reform his defense.

Up on the wall, Lt. Steele saw tha valliant tumbleweed fall in battle, and honored him with a heroic cry.

"Ernie! NOOOOO~!"

Yarneth would do no such thing, if the wall could not be formed into golems, the power would divert into ground, which was obviously loaded with very cold obsidian or at least a comparable grade of volcanic rock. The golems would rise behind the wall, along the entire western edge of the city instead.

((And since when did the western end of the wall sudenly change to metal, and what type of metal would this be, magically sheilded titanium immune to all attacks, eh?))

There would be several clunks as the gas suddenly seemed to be encapsulated into hundreds of tanks, hitting the ground with a comparatively quiet, dull thunk. The usual toxic/poisonous warnings were imprinted in the tanks.

He left.

Of course, the body of Yarneth would look nothing like Edward Yaits the third, more like a disintigrated old man nearly ground into pulp from over excerting his power.

Fa had somehow made it out of tower during all the excitment. To his knowlage no one even knew that he had escaped yet. Yet he hoped that someone had at least found those guards he had traped. Ruhin assured him that it was not his problem and that those people deserved whatever they got, for leaving him in a prison like that. Fa was not sure about this, but he decided not to worry about it any more.

As for where he had been during this time. The truth was that he had been hidding out in an alley way inside the city proper. He was staying in the middle-class area of the city, saying out of sight and waiting until things got back to normal.

Now, though, that the clean up process had begun. Fa was walking the streets again. His goal was to leave the city in any way possable. Fa would head for the main gate first, seeing as he had no money for a train ticket. He hoped it would be open so that he could just leave. Otherwise he would have to stay and find some way to make money to get on the train. Fa walked through the last section of the Outer City on his way to the gate...

((Ryugi would the gate even be open?))