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Down from his position, Quint's bats resumed their jobs of keeping him in the sky, the strain noticeable even with his experience with flying. Even with his itch to fight, there was that strong part of himself telling to stop this while he was still marginally alive. One hand on his stomach, and the other shaking at Roan, Quint growled to himself, I'm learning that I'll have to be much stronger, that's for sure. Even wounded, his spirit kept his mouth talking. However, it was quite evident that he was in no position to continue, and his voice matched that.

Rioushu got out of his safe spot and went back into the open, careful of Roan's next move. Ice didn't interest him, he hadn't displayed any kind of power Rio cared about. He looked at Quint's condition and smiled, not because he was glad to see Quint hurt, but because he knew that Roan would give him a fight for his life, he needed to see someone beat, his blood boiled when he thought about beating the holy hell out of Roan. And it wasn't just her, he needed someone, anyone, to unleash his need to give out pain, and she just happened to be on everyone's hit list. He knew he couldn't finish her off however, he could definitely destroy her body, but he doubted that would kill her permanently.

After debating with himself whether to ask for help, he turned to Gatz as Gatz seemed to show knowledge of Daemons that Illdan seemed to keep from him, possibly to see his own daemonic hide. "Yo Gatz, I'm gonna bust up Roan, but I don't think I'll be able to send her to hell, how about you? Wanna help?" Rioushu asked, he knew Morrigan would disapprove, but she would disapprove more of him killing her if she stopped him, so this was his choice.

((*Slaps a sign on Quint's head that reads "Bigger nerd than Roan"*))


Overhead, the sky suddenly became darker. For that matter, everything seemed to grow darker. It was as if some otherworldly presence was sucking all of the light from every possible source, and even a few impossible ones as well. Though reeking still of impressive power, even Roan’s electrically charged body seemed to dim in that instant.

Morrigan never had a chance to receive an answer from Ice. Humanoid living shadows sprung from the ground and pounced upon her. There were signs of a brief struggle from that inky black half-sphere that had formed around her. In a short amount of time, those ceased, and the bubble-like structure deflated into a flat circle upon the ground. Then the humanoid shapes fled from that circle, causing it to diminish rapidly as they returned to whence they came. There was no sign of Morrigan thereafter, but upon their departure the light returned.

Still in awe himself of what could have happened, Quint answered Lilith without that raised, frantic voice some got under stress. Honestly, worrying like that won't get you anywhere. Sitting up, he winced as a piece of clothing touched the wound, Searching helps, but only if we know where she might be. Now kneeling next to Lilith, he touched her lightly on a shoulder, Have any idea of someone that would want to take her away, and not simply kill her? Quint hoped this narrowed down the list, because kidnappers historically usually didn't want to hurt the victim.

((Didn't want to say 'simply', but if someone wanted to kill her, they'd just come out and do it, and leave the theatrics at home...I guess..))

Many answers may have been offered to Lilith's question, but none of them would have come from Dante. The moment she had ran away from him, he fell backwards and landed on the ground with a thud. Perhaps she had, at the time, been the only thing holding him up? Regardless, all signs pointed to his being unconscious, save the fact that he had not received so much as the blow back from any of the attacks that had recently been thrown around. He wasn't the sort of person to faint, or even to fall asleep outside of his designated hours ... so then why?

Keeping serene in attempting to warm the situation of Lilith, Quint felt Roan move, his battle sense still unfaltering. Looking up, he raised a brow at the lady bending over towards the only person that was still missing from the wrecking: Dante.

Now, as someone who liked things neat, Quint sometimes gets worked up too much, trying to keep order in his wake. Trying to console Lilith was easy, since it was not only hopefully soothing to her, but also to Quint, which slowed his heart rate. This however wasn't only a mystery, but exciting at that, rapidly increasing the pace at which his body tried to get blood around, but it kept finding this break in the road..

Suddenly dizzy enough to tilt over, he barely getting a hand up to stop the fall, Quint smiled to Lilith, all three of her.

Tell you what. We'll figure this whole thing out very soon. I'll just think about it over here..

Wham. Before Quint could even lie about where he'd be, his injury finally put him under conscious, he recumbent on what used to be the clothing closet.