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The Vindicare emerged from the dead forest atop one of the trees, noticing two people hiding not too far from him. The sheer amount of chaos that was going on a little overwhelming, but he controlled himself. Letting the primer of his grenade go, so it wouldn't go off, he took another glance at the two. One appeared to be murmering a prayer to someone he hoped was the Emperor and the other he remembered from earlier. Just as the man who had thrown the chainsaw at him earlier went around the tree and was blasted away, his little grappling hook came into play. A short time earlier he had taken the gadget from his pack he quickly made a lasso sort of knot and swung it above his head. Before throwing the cord and loop around the two in the short distance.

While this went swinging was going on he pulled out his grenade once more and readied it, letting the timer go. Once the loop had fallen about the two he jumped off the side and away, back into the forest. His weight would counter balance the two people he had just lassoed and catapult them off the ground, over the branch and into his direction. Back into the forest a little bit, keeping them nice and safe for the moment from the man who was going to attack them. This was of course after the grenade had landed near the two he had just pulled up, and detonated in a blinding flash. Still the plan had gone a little askew once the two had put up for themselves, but it didn't matter. They would be safe now.

What happen?

Someone set us up the Vahn.

Get to work.

Hakan, upon the back of the rook, keep a clear eye out at everything. He didnt shoot, not yet, but that was because he didn't want to hurt if he didn't have to.

Hakan was charging quite a bit of ice magic into the arrow he kept drawn, however. Anyone who was hit by it would likely become an ice statue. And likely die, unless they could keep frozen blood from spiking.

Just a warning.

He was half way up the side, he could see the whole of the battle now if he looked over his shoulder. But he dared not do so for fear of sensory overload of all that was happening and letting go.

Looking back up he sighed and continued, the thin layer of armour beneath his surcoat was beginning to annoy him and the heat was starting to get to him.

Each rung he climbed would have a flintlock striking a lower bar and making a noise that would ring in his ear. There wasn't much further to go now.

The smoke had begun to clear away, the wind helping quite a bit with it. And with the disappearance of the blinding brown, came Hein's Hawk Eye. Refocusing in a matter of moments, Hein found his target once more: Sey, the white mage.

Pulling back on his bow, he sight down the shaft as he released it, the arrow flying straight and true. His resolve was strengthened. For that moment's hesitation, he had lost what was a perfect chance to seriously cripple the Shades' forces. Never again.

As the first arrow flew towards her heart, he had already notched a second that was aimed directly at her throat. It was kill or be killed, and Hein had no intention of dying anytime soon.

Sam collapsed as she saw Flare fall, against a wall, a stone...something. She did the same, giving herself time to reload. And she reloaded, completely on autopilot. Even as she scrambled in the dirt behind the stone, the fireball hitting the stone and about scaring the s**t out of her. How had she not seen that coming....How many clips did she have again...Oh, right...She was fine. For the moment, She was still bent on Flare as her target. That or anything near her. Besides, she couldn't see much else anyways.

So her target was now Flare...and whatever Flare was on, which was Sunstrike, who if she knew it was him, probably wouldn't have shot, seeing as she knew him from elsewhere. But she didn't, so there was nothing holding her back. So only one more shot got fired off at Flare...and consquentially, Sunstrike. For now.

Lucky enough to still be bearing her shields, the first arrow struck, and the force of its impact sent Sey to the ground with a scream of fright. The shields flickered for a moment, lessening in fortitude. The second arrow whistled over her head; the fall had dropped her from its intended trajectory.