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He was a mess physically, and it was obvious that he was still thinking about what he had told her. She cursed herself for bringing up something that would cause him so much mental anguish. "I'm following you." she hastened her speed and matched his pace when she met him.

The men left the chamber and the figure on the throne muttered something and began pacing the room. The rafter he was sitting on creaked under his weight and the man below looked up at him. Just then Alan awoke with a cough.

He looked around him at the destroied machinery and the dust before slipping back into darkness.

Rivven looked about the bar, sighing deeply, and bending slowly to pick through the rubble some. It looked like some of it could be salvaged, a decent amount even, with some work, but the building itself would need to be rebuilt. He would have to help with that. Standing again, he brushed off his pants, and looked about, when something only partly burried caught his eye. Walking over, he saw a young man, mostly outside of the rubble, but with a heavy peice, which Rivven moved aside, over one leg. Looking at him, he checked pulse and then temperature with his hand, and frowned at the rather healthy, but apparently long unconcious man. With a sigh, he picked him up and carried him off to leave inside the clinic. He should be perfectly healthy until the doctor got there, or he woke up, so there didn't seem to be any need to rush. After that, he figured he would check the school. He was supposed to teach there, and who knew, maybe Morgan had just been busy with suddenly active students.

The bar, or what remained of it was deserted. That would be except for the last remnants of the inquisition retinue that had been sent here. They had cleared the trees away so had a view for a decent distance. Using the lumber they had made what fortifications they could. It was a true battle field, the area scoured from before and the land chared, and with the knowlege that they needed to win this last battle to survive they had constructed a bunker that they could hopefully hold out in. Raised above the rest was the machine gun nest, providing it a clear fire zone in nearly all directions and hundreds of different areas could be used for cover. Fischig had walked back, his skin scorched and blacken in places, but he felt none of it so focus were his thoughts. For the strength of man would flee before the light of the lord. Four men, Ava and himself, the force that had swept through the woods dealing out misfortune to those they attacked, inflicting massive damage and leaving their mark where ever they went. Giving a sight he knelt in the light of day for perhaps the last time and praid.

Water came from the air, the rivers and streams, from underground, ammassing behind him, floating in the air in a huge ball, growing within the tree line, as he just barely managed to peer at the enemy through both the distance and tree cover. He pointedly didn't look at Morgan, and his voice was very cold as he spoke. He had to remain completely unattached, or he didn't know what he might do, how he might mess up the whole attack. "Are you ready? You'll need to hold your breath, and be ready to react immediatly once we're inside their formation, understand?" he tried to imagine it was still a soldier behind him, like the old units he'd sometimes brought with him on battle assignments. Harder, as he'd usually tried to know a fair deal about his soldiers, as much as he could without getting emotionally attached.

Rivven saw dust fly up through into his view, already much blocked by leaves, limbs, and trunks of trees, as well as other wild growth, several meters back within the treeline. It seemed he'd been noticed, and looking up at the sphere forming behind him, he could only guess that way the cause. Very slowly and deliberately, Rivven buttoned his coat all the way up and down, and made sure his knife was in place right, gathering some of his chakra. It would be a short battle in all likelihood, considering the numbers on either side being small, and the small numbers itself played in, meaning he wouldn't need to worry about conserving energy and wearing the opposition down overall, but take them down as quickly as he could, one at a time. The chakra pulsed through his body as he consolidated it into usable energy, but then did not expend it. Instead, he let it seep into his muscles, and then found that empty whole, like a severed limb almost, where the connection had once been, and as soon as it found that, the energy filled him rapidly, he felt his body becoming more and more powerful by the moment until he brimmed with it, sloppily, but yet managing to empower himself as his master might have through the old link with his own energy. Fury. Sorrow. These emotions especially seemed to seep through him so much stronger as he braced himself, growing along with all other sensations and their clarity. It was in part expected, but part of it also seemed a bit foriegn to him, as if a part of this energy and emotion were not his own. He was not shaking, but deathly still, starting to sweat somewhat anyway. Black markings like tatooes appeared over his exposed skin, as well most of his body, following the markings scarred into his forearm and back in those places. Curling thin lines over his cheeks, two lines crossing part way from one side of his forehead, and other things, all small but distinct. His pupils dialated wildly, and then slowly set into long slits atop the pale blue of his eyes. Rivven rubbed his forehead as if it were aching, though he felt extremely well physically at that point, and then stood straight, and acted.

Without any visible cue from him, the sphere of water collapsed forward, and turned over itself, raging in a wave of liquid, building like a powerful wall, toward his enemies. As it broke over them, the flood flushed over one side to the other. However, just as the water began to settle and dissappate, it instead gathered itself into a wave again, coming at them from the opposite direction of it's last attack, and broke again and again in brutal wave after brutal wave. Just enough remained behind. He firmly grabbed Morgan and held her flat against him as the water spread up them, simply instructing "hold your breath" as it consumed them entirely. As the waves without broke over, thrashing about to come at the enemy to attack them again, Rivven's portion of the water joined it as the other neared them, and he flowed with it, them toward the back of one portion of the wave which broke off from the main portion somewhat, not the first time it had happened in the about six repeats of the first strike so far, and his portion crested high, bearing them up with it. Rivven dropped Morgan out of it toward the center of the enemies fortifications, right in the middle where anyone of them shooting would nearly invariably endanger them hitting another, and himself rode with the wave a moment longer.

It came over them just after the last large one had, and he flew out straight towards one particular soldier of the bunch, head first from a short distance. Placing the hand on his shoulder, he flipped his wait with ease to the man's back, leaving the arm about his shoulder, and bringing the other up even before he landed, snapping the man's neck in a quick twist as soon as his weight was born by the earth again. Without stopping his motion, he rushed one group as the water about him continued to twist, settling in the area about knee deep without spreading to the other buildings, and not assailing the area any more. Hoping Morgan was faring herself fine and already sent the command for charge, a portion of the water still following close by him, standing up among the other water, clutched the soldier he'd killed, holding it by his back on one side like a human shield, while more moved to his arm, thin tendrils of water like javelins flying silently, but with deadly speed and precision, toward another soldier, several denting off his armor or spattering apart, while the majority, gaining power as more water fed from the earth to his arm and out behind them, peirced cleanly through various parts of the man and out his back. As soon as the rifle fell from his limp hands, the water pulled the body behind him, holding it up as yet another human sheild on his back. All this in the span of a mere few seconds, less than five since he landed, as he rushed another man, planning on engaging at melee range again.

((As much I feel I can do without doing too much, in other words I'm doing as much I feel Rivven could without me god moding or simply being unreasonable in some other manor. Rawr. The attack has begun.))

Fischig stood atop the battlements, all his men had made it through the barrage of water but he felt the pang as two died from a sudden attack. Cringing that they were able to get so close with such speed he drew his sword and it was bathed in lightning, the smell of ozone coursing through the air. Looking about he behold another among his ranks, this one a young woman. "No quarter shall be given onto the heretic!." he cried out, bolstering the moral of those remaining. About Rivven two others had trained their guns onto his form, sending forth clouds of shrapenal which laced the bodies of their former comrades as he shielded his body with them. Then a third released a frag grenade beneath the feat of Rivven which exploded with a thunderous boom. Atop the bunker the other remaing member saw light crash down around them. It heated their bodies but it soon cut off as Fischig cried out that such devilery would not work upon the faithful for while they had squander their time to prepare the charge they had set defenses against such witchery in their mists.* And so it was that the man atop the defenses open fire with the large weapon upon Jay that stood in the distance. Great blooms of dirt rose up as the rounds spat about his body, some striking him with their deadly force. Fischig turn to the woman who had appeared amongst them. "Lady I have hold no quarel with you unto this time, but you do find yourself here upon battle, prepare yourself." With that said he drove his blade down to smite upon her.

Standing back he had prepared for the rush but his step falter. Quin shook his head and motion for the rest to hang back. "No use getting ourselves killed if they are so glad to do the work for us." So it was that they would sit and watch the battle.

*((Spur of the moment idea on my part but there needs to be some limiting factor on Jay and his godmodding, now let me explain how this works, the barrier if we may call it that does not allow for direct magical manifestation. Rivven's water worked because he used his magic to move a phsyical object. Jay's beam attack was magical energy manifestation. See the difference.))

As the gun fired wildly at Jay a few bullets whizzed towards Alan. The wall of metal immediately sprang out from his hand and stopped them. He kneeles down to touch the damp ground with a finger. The ground rose up and slid him rapidly towards the ruined bar.
He landed by one of the soldiers. The man turned towards him, but Alan bashed him with his shield of metal, which became a sword when it came in contact with the man's body.
He grabbed a splinter of wood and threw it, as it flew it changed into a spear and ran towards another.
He winced as a bullet ran through the side of his arm.