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"Where can I get the firepower?" she only had the one gun with her that Quin had given to her. Her original plan to turn into familiars, but that couldn't work right now. She watched Rivven hastily.

Morgan rolled her eyes. Chantico couldn't fight then. She took a close look at what Quin was doing, and was able to aim and fire at them, just not as quickly as her fellow gunman Quin. "Thanks, meant to ask you about that a few days ago." she said dryly, trying to reload again. What was Rivven doing?

Rivven tried to take in all of what the others were doing, but his attention was on finding where Richardo would take his next shot from. If he could just pop up and fire from anywhere... Rivven drew his chakra, letting it flare, though it would mean he'd have to use it soon or loose it. That would probably be the case no matter what. Ducking and moving into the kitchen, he turned on several faucet's bending the streams of water out around his hand, weaving himself a mimicry of his chain, putting a hook on the end where the blade should have been, and standing in the center of the kitchen to look around for the next shot. From two of the shadowed corners, arms sprang out, taking aim from completely different angles, but both coming close to catching, as Rivven flipped himself over a counter and spotted the arm with just a glimmer of the glowing green light beside it, throwing the chain. The hook caught a shoulder, and without a sound, Richardo retreated into the shadows, pulling Rivven along with him. Bracing a foot against the wall to hold himself from going through into the shadow, Rivven pulled on the watery chain, managing to hold his ground until the glowing eyes appeared in another shadow behind him, and the air turned violently inside the room, and sharp snaps of the air, like invisible blades of wind, cut at Rivven's back and he let it pull him through. As long as he could cut down on Richardo's mobility, he would have a good chance, and then he could get back to the rest of them.

Rivven rolled out behind Richardo, the tall cloaked man growling under his dark mask, tearing the semi-solid hook from his shoulder and tossing it, just as an unnatural gust from under his feet shot him high into the air, turning his guns down to fire. Rivven burst the chain, turning it instead into a sheild, of no use agains the bullets of course, but rather than holding it between he pushed himself off of it behind a tree, immediatly assessing what exactly had happened, and drawing out water from every source he could feel in the area, wipping it around himself in flurries. He was in a forest. Richardo was momentarily nearby, and there was doubtless some reinforcement for him here, if it was where he'd chosen to pull Rivven. He took a quick breath and spun around the the tree, running full on for the next and following after the way Richardo had gone.

"May I help you, young sir?" Levaticus, the balding sage dressed for a day in court, tapped his cane on the ground, and looked up to him. "I think my apprentice would be rather upset that you play with his friends so roughly. I suggest you stand aside, I am here on answer to a bussiness oppurtunity I would be a fool to miss, and I would ask you kindly stand aside, or else show my what makes you think it is your place to bar the path." he tapped the cane on the ground and looked up at him, somewhat curiously looking him up and down. Who was to say the child was not one of the energies impressing Talivar, even if he didn't look to be anything worth bother. But then, he'd seen plenty of dangerous children before.

"Bah. Just do what you can, if that is what you wish." The man tapped the cane and spun it around to under one arm, drawing a large thin cloth covered in runic symbols from his coat, and spreading it out. Light shone from the symbols, and formed a wall between him and the young man, whom the puppets currrently continued to ignore. The light arced around him, bursting up from the ground, and formed a circular wall around Levaticus, as he pulled a thin blade hidden withing the cane out, and ran his finger gently along it's edge, and then spread the blood over several golden rings he pulled from his coat, tossing them out just beyond the wall. The man held his blade as if to fence, and began to speak a low string of words in a long dead language. Shadows grew around the rings, and with them as their centers, formed man shaped forms, with claws instead of fingers, blurry shaped of nothing but what appeared to be dark mist surrounding the golden rings.

Lets see what did he say about this... Shadows, shadows. Ah, I think I got it.
"Animus Extrudere, Luminos" A Translucent blue bubble sprang up around him and the sword he held started to give off a faint glow.
"Flamma Adgredi" A fireball shot from his hand and struck one of the shadowy forms dead center, it exploded into flame and fell to the ground.
"Hit me with your best shot, old man."

"I'm sure that finger stings something nasty. You want me to make it better? Dont worry, I can end all the pain."
"Animus Adgredi." He shouted. A white ball designed to damage the brain of its target beyone repair materialized and flew towards Lavaticus, while Alan's sword zipped around him, bring death when it touched. Suddenly the sword flew across the ground and landed out of reach. A shadow seemed to grin at him as it snarled and clawed at Alan's face.
"Luminos" Alan managed to cry out when he had a hand on the shadow's face. The shadow turned to light, then disapated completely.

The old man dropped onto the ground, under the white ball of light, and stood slowly as it passed by, cursing and looking around. "I haven't the time to play any longer with you. Begone." He mumbled, and spoke a ryme of old tongue again, and a white light much like that around him collocted around and beyond the small cane sword, and he swung the pillar like a wip down at the young men in front of him. the puppets, the flames, and the shadows all, had similair intentions, and though several of each were destroyed by the whip, and some still went into the bar, nearly all now came in upon Quintilius and Alan.
The demon he feared, that was not the sort of thing one took lightly. Some could be killed, some were immortal, and some were weak while others powerful. Anyway it came... the creature was beyond what he prefered to deal with. He would flee the thing as soon as he'd the pillar had crushed his opponents and cleared him a retreat.