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Joseph was still driving. He'd make it to the east gate in a few minutes.

Grace stomped out of the ragged slash that appeared in another alley, her eyes almost brimming with tears as she saw the destruction that had befallen the city. "Why? Why didn't you stop this?"

'Andi closed the gate behind her and looked sadly at the city. "It was not my place to interfeer... as I was reminded... There are rules that need to be followed." 'Andi looked as bright and shiney as she had before, even if there was a slightly sad look to her, whereas Grace was dirty and smudged from her little roll the last time they had been here. "You can do a lot more for this place than I can dear... I will watch you back and see if I can't help the survivors in my own way..."

Grace blinked a few times and scowled at the other woman as she looked out onto the road ahead of them, the place was littered with rubble and dead bodies, signs that the fight had moved on... "I thought you said that you never bothered with the rules anymore..." With a sigh she checked the closest body for vital signs, and then to see if the soal was still lingering in the area, shaking her head and moving on to the next body.

Verdandi, misted out to nothing more than a slightly tall glimps of light drifting along behind the healer, doing what little she could to keep her friend out of trouble... I try not to follow the rules anymore, all they do is complicate things and limit what I can do... She would lend Grace her strength when the healer started to slow down, it was a temporary fix but it was all 'Andi was willing to risk at the moment.

Grace would heal anyone that she found who was not already dead, she had retreated from the fight, but she was a much better healer than she was a fighter!

As Rain bounced around from his initial assault and came in again without a pause, Kalis was a bit late to react. That is to say, he was busy stepping away from where the man had been and checking for Owle, which put him outside striking distance, though rounding back toward Kchain's right as Rain came at him again.

At that point, Kalis would dart in toward the combat, as Rain assumably fell.

Following that line of thought, he'd move in and flick his wrist at the blow that would come if Rain fell onto his face, parrying with a crunch.

A crunch, because he was parrying the blow up just above the wrist, not down the length of the blade.

Still held in a single hand, he sacrificed the straight up power and complex twists of a two hand grip for the simple speed and reach of the one hand grip. Leaning the right shoulder forward as he stepped in near the two, he'd be able to use that speed and extra reach to intercept the swing, saving Rain's neck, though it was a close thing. In a single hand, the blade was more than capable of biting through a thin metal or heavy leather protection, if either was on Kchain's sword wrist, and biting into the first bone of the forearm and breaking it, but leaving the second and the majority of tendons and major blood flows in there intact. Still, it was a wound deep enough to disable any real use of the hand until the bone was fixed, and the gash closed.

That being the case, he'd follow through by continuing to push on the wrist, taking it in reverse of the arc it'd followed down toward Rain, sharply jerking his sword free of the man's arm and flinging whatever single handed sword the crippled hand held to the ground, assumably. That would still leave a gun he'd have to cope with, and the easiest course of action would be to fling himself bodily into the man, knocking him away from Rain, and grasping for the gun arm with his free'd hand while he kept the right hand with the sword out of the way to avoid cutting himself, probably along with the other man.



If Rain didn't go down, probably thanks to that foot he was putting in with his lunge to try and support himself, and provoke the short-notice coup-de-grace though, the man would probably still have his sword open to respond to the threat of the swordsman closing on him, and Kalis would start with a lunge at Kchain's stomach instead, using the superior reach of his larger blade to his advantage.

When Rain had smashed the Magic 8-ball into the side of Kchain's head, he never reeled back and tried again. His attempt to follow through was all part of the same smashing swing; however, the broken sphere knocked Kchain's head back far enough where Rain's hand would have missed a sure grip on the cranium, and thus reeling forward from the momentum, as pointed out. The shards of broken plastic would probably do a number on Kchain's cheek, though.

However, this was all pivoted upon his left foot, not a full-body tackle or something. Think of a pitcher's swing, the person's body continuing their limbs' paths of travel. Since he had been intending to have a head in his hand, smashing into the ground, he still had his hand there to catch his upper body, preventing him from falling forward, or any direction. His left arm was curled to his side, his right leg kicking up into the air as he paused in that stance.

It was obvious once his hand slipped free from Kchain that he didn't actually snag him as planned, so he wouldn't let his eyes wander, let alone focus on the ground; he continued to observe his opponent as best as he was able. Though being parallel to the ground by about two feet didn't allow much to be taken in visually, he would see Kchain's right arm pull back and up with the sword, an obvious intention to slash it downwards at him. It didn't take a rocket surgeon to know what the intended target was going to be.

No ultraspeed was needed for the next action. He fell. Not straight down, mind you, but to his left. Pushing off with his braced right hand and his foot, he would roll outside of the arc of the swing, since Kchain had never truly turned to face Rain; what, with not being the bigger of the two threats and all. If Kalis was unable to parry the blow, the blade would graze the edge of the side of his neck, drawing blood from a very thin, fine slice against the skin, but no vital damage done. 'Tis but a flesh wound.

As he would fall, he would throw his body weight to his left, rolling across the ground and landing in a crouch. Looking up, he would see the pistol aimed at him, and would roll to the side again as the trigger was pulled, in an attempt to avoid the attack. It wouldn't be too terribly hard to follow Rain's path of travel, but it would take a second or so longer to adjust to the wily man's movements, a second he probably would not have with a man swinging a sword in his face. Otherwise, it would miss, the bullet ricocheting off of the pavement.

If Kchain was hell bent on taking careful aim at Rain and shooting him with a second shot, there would be little he could do to avoid getting shot. But that would involve focusing purely on Rain, who was now flanking the gunman with Kalis, on opposite sides of the assassin. Dare he turn his back to the swordsman? Stay tuned to find out!

At which point Owle would step backwards, pulling her arms away from him quickly. She was still staring in mild shock at the place where her knives should have left bloody holes, but she wasn't going to just stand stock still with his arms coming at her. The knives would vanish into her flesh, and Owle would continue to back away fast.

Considering how awkward it was to try and grab a target behind you, and a target you couldn't quite see even if you twisted your head around funny, it wasn't going to be hard for Owle to evade the grab.

She would just continue to back up, her mind racing, trying to figure out what to do.

And with reality once again twisted for a moment into inexplicable events and then set straight again, Kalis was to be left looking at Owle sitting in the middle of a very crude cloud of gas, simply begging a certain question be made in jest.

Kalis blinked a few times, looked around for the man, and then let the force around him dissipate, taking a deep breath now that breathing was easy again. A quick twist to look behind him to make sure the man wasn't in fact behind him, and he'd turn forward at Owle again, sheathing the blade, and then crossing his arms over his chest.

"Owle,"

He sniffed, and made a face.

"Was that you?"

((One thread is easier, so meh.))

Since the doors to the Deity Office both are without a lock and swing inward, the zombies interested wouldn't have a hard time flooding in. Except they'd find a lobby dark and empty, with no more doors for them to charge through.

Those pooling outside would be free to pound against the outside of the office until their arms were worn to nubs. There also wasn't any windows to be zombied open.

"Schult." One soldier waved another over to the chest-high wall ringing the roof of the office. The two then methodically began taking aimed shots down at the thrashing mass of undead flesh. Aiming for the heads, naturally.

Of the six there was a man on outlook at each corner of the building with the two, making four soldiers facing the street, culling the horde at the doors down below.