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[I think so. I just followed your lead when it came to what the room looked like xd . I enjoyed it too, thanks. See ya later. EDIT: We're in the Palace Dome, I just dunno which room for sure, as I left that to the GM.]

Bryant didn't say anything as he approached the palace dome. He was still on the ground, but there were still plenty of zombies to go through, and he did so easily. He would find those responsible and then they would be punished.

((Bryant is down in the bottom of the Palace, not the dome.))

Xehart rushed in behind Bryant, following him closely. His swords were drawn, and once again, he was simply picking up the leftovers from Bryant's rampage. He needed to get closer to Bryant though, he needed to talk to him. Xehart ran at the large man, and as soon as he was within range he began yelling at him.

"Bryant! Bryant! Stop! I need to talk to you! Stop! Please!"

Xehart began to carve through the zombies in his way to Bryant. He had yet to use any abilities, simply cutting through flesh and weak metal with his blades. They needed to approach an area that was clear for the two of them to talk.

Bryant was too focused to really pay attention to any one person. But with dealing with the zombies, his focus was divided and he turned and looked at Xehart, his eyes dead of any emotion.

"I suggest you leave, boy. If you wish to survive."

Chew. Chew. Spit.

Deitric was idly wandering through the room he occupied. He idly pried at the head of the nearest skeleton, trying to see what was inside, or what made it work.

Xehart smiled as he looked at Bryant now. His smile seemed friendly enough, but the thoughts that dwelt beneath that smile were twisted and sadistic. Xehart had to restrain himself as an image of skewering Bryant came to mind, but there would be enough time for that later.

Xehart then set his trap. He created an illusion, there was a small gap in the zombie horde up ahead, and that was where he placed his illusion. He placed an image of someone in the middle of the crowd of zombie robots. An eerily replicated woman waved in the middle of the crowd, it looked like she was in distress. She looked human, and she looked quite beaten. She was no one from the expedition, she was actually someone Xehart had murdered in the past, but that didn't matter now. No noise would be coming from her, but thankfully that fact was covered by the whirring and screeching of the zombies.

"LOOK!"

Xehart screamed at Bryant as he pointed to the illusion a way bit ahead of them. At the same time, he placed one of his swords in its hilt, and then placed his free hand over his eyes, before grabbing Bryant by the wrist, specifically the wrist holding the machette.

"We have to help them!"

Even as Xehart moved forward, Bryant was moving as well, his entire body out of range even as one meaty paw lifted up and then swung at Xehart's head. "Don't touch me, boy!"

"And don't play any of your tricks. The whole town is dead! Dead!"

Joseph had gotten up, the pain was gone. It seemed his wraith form had stayed active, at to force his body to recover. His burns had scabbed over and now he knew what he had to do. Taking his Greywater headset he set it to broadcast on all channels and frequencies.
“This is Joseph Walsh of the Greywater guard force; I am declaring a State of Panic. All survivors please make your way to either the Water Plant or the Water Plant. We need to hold these things off as long as we can.”
With that his wings opened and he flew over the Mechanized Undead, and made his way to the APC outside. Hotwiring it he headed back the way he came, knowing that time was of the essence and he was going to get the hell out, After he had found enough people to set a diversion for him.