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((I was just charging towards the portal when you came out. The tunnel would have Draug between Sullivan and Chen.))

((This is a chamber, not a tunnel. When I entered, I rolled out of the way. You can continue past if you want. Either way, everyone has made a move, so I'll go next.))

Sullivan practically let out a growl as Draug barreled into him. He had a vast, but limited, pool of magical energy at his disposal--and he had bigger fish to fry once that pesky goddess was taken care of. If he wasted too much energy fighting what amounted to little more than pawns in his mind, then all of his efforts in Frostschild would be wasted.

Struggling to get free from underneath Draug, he suddenly found himself wrapped up in chains of ice. How annoying.

"Candard! Come to me!"

The being that Chen was fighting vanished, and suddenly, the room became bright. All shadows were vanquished, and then, a moment later.

CRA-KAAAAAAA

A massive wave of static shock burst emmenated from the space in front of Sullivan, with enough force to send everyone flying.

((That doesn't sound like a sewer at all, whatever.))

Draug missed the message having pawned off his radio for a pack of smokes and exited stage left after trampling over Sullivan.

Portal hoe!

Electricity?

HA!

The be-leathered fighter had been closing the distance between he and the odd, naked man before him when the stranger suddenly lashed out with a blast of static electricity-- right up Deitric's alley. He brought his shoulder down and threw all two hundred and fifty-two pounds of muscle behind his charge.

Bzzz-zzt!

The warrior plowed right through the electrical burst, bright blue arcs of power jumping and dancing over his form - he seemed to be feeding off of it, kickstarting his own electrical generation. He shot forth like a bullet - coming in from the flank where the attack had the least push, he was using the electricity from the attack as a source of power to sling-shot him through the attack.

"Out of the way!" he shouted, his shoulder aiming to smash the opponent right out of the way-- Deitric wanted to get on the other side of that portal, one way or another. Whatever behind there was important, and he hadn't been tailing people this long to just get stuck left behind. No way, no how.

Assuming he managed to get through all that, he'd probably be into the portal and gone before anything too bad happened thanks in part to the water-ice.

[My characters a sort of lightning user himself, so I'm just assuming that the attack wouldn't affect him as much as it would others - like throwing fire onto fire, or a bucket of water into a lake. Slow him down, but since he's sort of leaching the attack, I figured he might be able to make it through.]

"YAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Athan, the six foot, six inch man in black armor still holding to a sword even taller than he was, came flying back out of the portal. Anyone trying to get into the portal was going to feel like they were just hit by a mack truck, but they also helped to slow down his backward progress just a little bit. Athan would hit the water, throw up a giant wave, and finally come to a stop at the opposite end of the Sewers.

"Tch...like Hell."

Athan stood up, a wet right hand readjusting his headset. There wasn't much time, a suit of armor wiping out their home base. It was a long shot, but...

"Alpha..."

Athan was up, sheathing his sword and leaving his helmet in the water. He'd push Sullivan to the side if he was in the way, and then jump up to snag ahold of the pipe that acted as the only exit out of the hellhole.

Now, Athan was a big guy and standing in deep water had a habit of reducing vertical leap ability. Athan was extremely strong, however, and despite his size he, like many other strong men, had a surprisingly high vertical jump.

He snagged hold of the pipe and, God-willing, it only strained under his weight.

Then, arm by arm, he started pulling himself up. The Water Plant was a long ways away, and Alpha...if that was him, was already on the move.

((Wait, so where are you two headed? sweatdrop Also, should have posted this earlier, but there is a rope back up to the Palace Dome now.))

Athan was climbing up, so he had no idea what Valkyarc was doing. All Athan knew was that it was an incredible strain on his arms to be climbing up a fairly slick pipe supporting well over five hundred pounds worth of man and equipment.

Goddamn poor planning.