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Crouched low, Quint felt that he was doing somewhat well, until the flares flew into the air, revealing his posisition with ease. Out in the open for the most part, and without a real defense, Quint had to tail it, and quick.

Question was: To where?

Weaving, boosting and stopping suddenly frequently to keep the bullets away, the first of hopefully many bombs went off in the bunker. A massive explosion rocked the ground nearby, intense flames destroying all that was inside. Quint smirked a tad, again going with his drill to escape the hail of bullets.

"What the hell, how are we going to get anywhere close if they have almost half a mile of nothing in all directiotns?!" An exasperated voice came through everyone's ears.

Problem for you. Not for me. Use your head - think! Or wait until your enemies are focused on something... or someone... else.

*Her voice sounded distracted as she answered Quint, her eyes shifting colours on the rooftop as she stood proudly defiant, watching the movements below*

I think I feel the need to pull an Azrael coming on....

"All vorcez, advanze! deztroy zee vile dogz barking at our gatez!"

With this order, Soldiers began marching out from the warehouse, rounds being fired in all directions. Among some, third eyes opened, and the marksmen discipline of Valaren was accessed. This caused rockets, morters and bullets to weave through the air un-naturally. Bullets that would usually miss Quint, as he ran and dodged altered in the air and gave new chase.

All the while, rockets and morters that detonated flooded the air with a gaseous strain of the ravenis vitae eating organism that had been found in Engel's bullet and needed only to be inhailed. Every bullet fired, mimiced the ones Engel had fired on Roan that night, containing a liquid form of the vicious elixer.

"Ladiez und gentlemenz!"

Appearing on the roof of the warehouse, the cloaked figure number one held his hands high above his head as he glared down on the battle field, cerulean skin visible around lips parted by almost tusk like teeth, a single eye of ruby flaring.

"Rain decadenze on zee enemy! Bring me zeir headz zo I may prezent zem to Herr Engel!"

Lowering his right hand, the cloaked figure pointed in the direction of the building Roan kept close, and moments later, soldiers surrounded the building. From inside and out rounds shattered windows, tore wood to splinters, and grenades blew concrete to dust.

Next, the Cainite's other hand fell to point towards the armoured re-enforcements that came at Roan's whim.

"Armour?! Vee are beyond at!"

And with that, rocket fire and morter shells began raining down on not only the vehicles, but the roads. Explosives roared with impressive display as the road was ripped out from beneath the vehicles, leaving them either stuck between craters, or lay in the bottom one one.

Heh heh.. amateurs!

*Zipping upwards from the swiftly fracturing building around her, Take's power punched holes in the cement above her until she broke into free air. With one hand raised over her head, she unleashed a MASSIVE charge of electric on the battlefield below, the power flickering along the hebrew lines covering every surface, amplified and burning around those still in contact with teh floor. At teh same time, Syn totems erupted from teh craters below teh striken vehicles, the men mouted on each one after still firing at the troops, each one slowly falling prey to teh stray bullets which took them out - but not before they'd each taken out several opponents, dragonsbreath exploding all around each target.

Whirling through the air like some kind of shadow dancer, Roan's celerity and potence kept her winging free, the odd bullet making it past her sword, but only to intersect a wing, which let the bullet pass threough, black ichor filling the gap after each. Headed straight for number one, she rained electric on the enemy below as she felt and heard the air rip from her swift passage*

Electricity turned all conductive surfaces white hot, and soldiers all over began crying out in pain, as they hit the deck. Some lost limbs, some eyes, some simply exploded due to the high voltage and gore painted the field as Take's power ran rampant through the field.

The number of soldiers was qwuickly falling from the hundreds to more along the lines of a hundred, and as Roan's attacks hit the rooftop of the warehouse, the cloaked number one was evaporated, merging with the air.

This appeared to be a succesful hit, however it was barely a half minute later that two more cloaked figures appeared on the rooftop, the pair raising their arms, and pointing in various directions, directing the fire of the soldiers left on the field.

Rockets and bullets began zig-zagging in the air, chasing both Roan and Quint with a much more tenacious attitude. It was as if the rounds had minds of their own, evading obstacles su8ch as buildings in their path to fly towards the two, not one bit content with simply missing.

Letting out a mad cackle, the pair of cloaked figures atop the warehouse turned one pointed fhand each in Quint's direction, and that firey luminacy flared within their eyes once more.

"BeGONE!"

Reality. A Cainite art which, depen ding on the willpower, and knowing of the victim, could send the target to a completely fictious world. A world completely created, and restricted only by the user's imagination. If successful, Quint would vanish from the battle field and would be sent into the world crafted for him. Between the pair of number ones, they had created a world of absolute void. Nothing, nothing but absolute pitch black darkness. Despite any sense of sight, aided by art or technology, it was simply immposible to see anything, even his own hand infront of his face. Nothingness, endless nothingness. Combined, the pair of number ones had a rather excessive amount of willpower, thus it would take a great deal of will power on Quint's part to simply flicker back and fourth between reality, and this fictious reality.

Vision fading a bit, Quint thought the darkness was from his wound's added effect, but soon noticed that the bullets had stopped flying, rocket's whistle dulled. No longer did he feel lethargic, but there was a certain..blindness about him, or so he thought.

"What in the name of.." He asked himself, feeling around his new world. Soon, he tried to contact the rest of his group.

"99, Roan." He called seriously, "Corbin, respond."

Nothing. That was all of wherever he was -- nothing. It was now that he realized that he certainly wasn't on the battlefield anymore, but to as where this was..

"Hey!" Yelling loudly, "I have to be in my lab in THREE HOURS!"