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His greaves took hold as he regained his footing.

Leaving big a** boot prints along the ground, he took hold of her waist with his only free arm. Slightly unbalanced as he had to get used to holding his Fang in strictly one direction now, he pushed backwards.

Sliding along the ground with her in tow, he closed his eyes.

"This whole business started with her life being threatened by the powers that be. And now, some nutcase is trying to break order and turn everything into a Loony Tunes rerun. This is my contract.

Quite frankly, at first, I didn't give a damn. But because of you, I know what's important now. I know what I need to do."

The world seemed to slow down around him, as he went sliding back along the ice, until reaching the edge, and the idling impala.

He dug in with his left heel, stopping himself fully, even as his right arm swung about limply, blade sparking along.

"Trust me. I'll make things right for the both of you. That's what my soul is telling me to do..."

He lowered his head, resting it just alongside her own, as his left arm cradled her frail and broken body to his own.

No more games... no more stages... No more chaos.

Pushing everything he had left into his legs, he turned and walked to the side of the car.

"...Shouyin. Take her with you, and get out of here."

"Can't leave a man behind, and all that jazz."

He gave a weak smile, even as he began placing Alex gently into the impala, grunting a bit as it was next to impossible with a single arm.

But he managed.

"Take care of her, alright? For me."

"No worries mate, I'll keep an eye on her." Shou raised his left arm, patting Vahn on the opposite shoulder before heading towards Leon, who he simply tossed the clothes on top of and waited to get dressed. He turned around, giving the guy as much privacy as he could, offering a similar kind of smile back.

"Try and take care of yourself though mayn. You know how you get."

Laughing half-heartedly, Shou made sure Viceroy was dressed and steady, and helped him over and inside the car. They had a backseat with a 'traitor', their very own prisoner of war, and the guy who'd beat him, basically unconscious with sword in hand.

Shouyin sighed a tad, and flipped on the stereo; some real gentle stuff came on, Iron & Wine.

And they rolled away.

DESTINATION NEXT: North Gate

Nascen coughed.

Well, there wasn't a lot more too do. He did have to get up and go soon, but he felt too sore to go. He'd gotten away from the explosions, in a mixture of the shockwave of his own shots and the outside explosions, and what it came down to was he was covered in dust and light shrapnel, thrown into an alleyway not too far down the road. He'd be covered in bruises, and with a headache to be more proud of than any shiner he might have gotten- and in fact he had one, though his already ruined eye was the blackened one- once it went away.

He'd meant to offer more help to the people, but it had all ended suddenly anyway, and with him already seperated from them, he'd not really gotten to even try going around the flames before the explosions had swept him aside.

Lifting the smaller peices of rubble off himself, dusting himself off and standing stiffly, he stretched out his hand to examine the thing that had shot off toward him as everything had gone boom, small object clasped in a hand with now bloody knuckles against his chest under the light ruin until now.

Nascen stared at the fancy new armpeice he had, and then, at the sudden lack of weight on his side. The sword no longer fit in the make shift sheath he'd tied of bandages, too small now, but it didn't look like it was in danger of falling out unless he tried a flip or something, and it didn't seem to be wiggling violently enough that it might cut through the bandages and fall out the back or something. He grunted, leaning one the wall to help walk himself out of the alley, before looking each way and deciding it best to head away from the chaos he'd left by force.

"Finally, some chaos that isn't intent on killing me. I think..." he mumbled, fingering the new bracer and trying his luck wobbling along on his own tired and slightly injured legs.

"Well... at least the grenades didn't go off..." he said, feeling at the metal objects on his belt, and broke into loud laughter, albeit riddled with coughs, as he went on his merry way.