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Protected by the elements outside with a mere glass wall. While the folks he have encountered and left has been suddenly attacked, Bronze was planning in the store. His first encounter with the monstrous creatures that resides within this... realm is a canine-like, so he concluded that they have more superior senses and abilities.

He's fine on his own. He has been for a whole year now. Bronze loads the last bottle of perfume in the water-gun. It only filled the canister halfway, but it'll work. The feline silently thanked his friend, Sleon, for this plan when they were ambushed once. By hitting their faces with strong perfume, it'll hurt their eyes and confuse their nose. That's enough time for Bronze to escape, right? For now, he'll stay here in this market. It is "super" after all.

"What are you waiting for?" It snarls at the insolent creature as it throws Helynah's trident aside (still in the hands of its wielder.) The dark-skinned girl strikes the asphalt with a painful thud. Her polearm clatters on the ground beside her.

Now there's a dragon charging it, too. That brute should be looking for the grocery store, damn.

"Go inside, Seeker! Feed inside!" It dives to all fours to avoid the swing of Niskali's glaive, then goes for a low tackle, grabbing at its enemy's waist.

As the creature lunges, the warrior yanks back with his forward hand and pushes with his back hand, bringing the back end of the shaft up in front of him, to smack the beast across the head. He is still apt to be pushed back a few steps by the shifter's attack, but will hopefully leave a mark, easily healed though it may be.

The cenobite would have glanced if she could, but made a dadh into the building either way. Not many placed to hide, so she just stood awkwardly. Apparently cenobites, too, felt awkward about things. She, after some thinking, rushed behind the counter. A jolt of excitement rsn through her as she jumped over the stained counter. If it wasn’t seen as a friend, she probably would have went for Vincent. But, she didn’t. She went for the back.

It stumbles under the pain of something smacking against the side of its face. It backs away, hissing, crouching on all fours and looking the part of a wild animal in Niskali’s skin. Instead of charging, it steps back and waits for the Warpriest to make the next move. However, it doesn’t seem to be watching him all that well; the piercing gaze of its stolen eyes drift past its opponent to focus on the prone figure on the ground, the robed human it had just tossed aside.

A fierce eruption blasts out of the metal pipe and envelops the ceiling in flame. The explosion probably singes Victi’s fur and scorches some of her flesh. The pipe and rifle she used to try redirecting the fire end up busted and whatever is still in her hands burns white-hot in her palms. The searing fire is nearly gone as soon as it had blazed to life, leaving behind specks of hot embers here and there on the far side of the room. Wisps of grey smoke diffuse through the air. She also damaged whatever infrastructure controls the release of the gas, accelerating the speed at which it pours into the sealed enclosure.

When she lifts her head, Helynah stares in shocked disbelief at the scene unfolding in front of her.

I must have dented my skull; I’m seeing double, of course.

But as her eyes come to focus, she knows that both dragons are very real and also identical. Crap. The ethereal fox did say they were facing some sort of mimic. So one of them’s not real, and the other might be on her side.

How the hell is she supposed to know who she needs to stab?

She fumbles to find her trident. There! Her fingers close around the lower grip. Then she looks up, squinting at the two hulking dragon-people, praying to find a difference between the two so she knows who not to make an enemy of.

One of them is staring at her, its eyes cold and eager and hungry. Its stare sends a chill through her veins. That one. That’s the one she needs to fight. She stands, stumbling only a little, and steels herself to face the demon.

“Pfft...you can try-” Boom! She jumps at the sound of something exploding on the other side of the building. “What the-!?” Behind that, she hears the roars of some fight going down outside. Then. Her ears prick, then flatten against her head as her eyes widen in fear.

She hears a little tap, tap, tap of something coming for them and it can’t possibly be good.

Victi and Helynah are gone doing who-knows-what. Adam’s in no shape to fight...and their other two capable fighters are out like extinguished candles.

“Liliath,” she whispers hoarsely. “I think we should run.”

Great. People are yelling again. She growls with annoyance and tries just for a moment to go back to sleep, then something- an explosion? -jolts her awake. Her eyes fly wide open and she instantly regrets that. She squeezes them shut while fumbling for her knife. Her hand closes around the hilt of the blade as she jumps to her feet- another regrettable action. “Gods...Raven, what is happening?”

“B-bad things!” squeaks the cat.

She opens her eyes just a sliver to take who’s awake. The curly-haired boy, Raven, and Liliath. Victi’s out of sight but a part of her suspects that she has something to do with that explosion. She seems like the kind of creature who’d enjoy making stuff explode.

Who or whatever is responsible, they need to get out.

Lisa has no idea that they’ve been joined by a human from her own world or that she and two “dragons” are waging battle just outside. Lacking that knowledge, she says, “Raven, take the child outside. You, stranger,” her voice cracks as she commands Adam to run. “Get out, too.”

Orders given, she turns to Masato’s unmoving body. “OPTIC, I think...I think n-now would be a good time to wake your bonded if you can.” One can see in her wide eyes and nervous twitch that she’s quickly losing her resolve as adrenaline pumps through her veins and panicked Chimeran instincts that she can’t satisfy scream in her head. She's frozen to the spot, torn between fight and flight.

His eyes narrowed into slits as the distant sound of explosion reached him like a sudden clap of thunder in the empty sky. The humanoid crouched instinctively, the neck on his fur bristling uncontrollably. That's bad news. He grimaced, moving towards a littered alleyway and concealed himself within the cloaks of the shadows. That will definitely attract unwanted attention. He surmised, his eyes darting from corner to corner. He shouldn't have followed Victi's scent trail. But still, he's lucky enough to not follow them right away. For all he knew he might've been dead by now.

With the perfume-gun in his left paw, he crouch-runned towards the end of the alley and assumed the location of the explosion. For now, he must prioritize himself first and scout for something useful. The feline approaches silently, slowly moving towards the explosion.

Well.... That hurt like an absolute bitch-and-a-half, and things had arguably gone poorly. Possibly well, too, but she'd figure that out in a bit.

She tossed the burning hot chucnks of metal as best she could, swearing loudly in several languages, hopefully near where the gas was coming out. She was going to be running out of oxygen either way, but again, the point was to try and make it so the room couldn't explode more dangerously, not to deal with the air thing. Maybe the metal would still be hot enough to keep the flow burning. Maybe. The faster flow was admittedly not encouraging, though. Limited timer, but that was fine.

Hands, definitely hurting. The tough pads were burnt badly, already cracked and peeling away, as well as having some of the outer layers of skin follow her improvised electrical prongs, and her claws smelled terrible, as well as being somewhat warped and charred. Grabbing things for the next while? Absolutly not, baring real badness. Even then, she'd probably try to stay in the back for now. She preferred playing the hero much more than the damsel, but this was more of a "Survived heroic saccrifice leading to a bad situation" , so it was probably okay.

Nose and ear tips, also sucking horribly, and she didn't even want to try talking until she got some water. Those extremities were going to be VERY distracting for a while, and her throat felt awful.

In good news, she was mildly more camouflaged than before! In bad news, she was going to need to spend more time than she wanted working the soot and burnt parts of her fur out, possibly involving some trimming or forced shedding, but that was really a pretty small problem. Also, the worst that had happened to her feet, firmly planted on the cememt floor of the room, was gross claws and some mild burns near the front of the pads

....okay, lifting a foot left a little skin behind. OW. She swore some more as it came free pretty painfully, and added that to the 'less good news' pile. Standing on it stung a little, the fresh skin of the pad still sensitive, but not too much worse than gravel or pointy twigs would normally. She felt lucky on that one. Less so as she winced while moving her other foot, but still.

She didn't bother opening her eyes. She could smell the smoke, and they would only be a litle helpful at best right now, anyway.

Her wings had taken a beating, the previously un-injured ones brought around in front of her to protect her some. Like with the bullet wounds on the right, though, didn't hurt much. Distracting, but less then her sensitive nose or her ear tips. She was always impressed by how well made for combat they were.

The most significant details, though? She wasn't dead, and she got to make something explode. To celebrate, she reached out with the back of her hand, slowly searching for the door and the stupid filing cabinet that had slid itself in front of it. She was going to move and then loot that jerk-wad, because, honestly, it probably had more of the documents she was looking for. Okay, that wasn't really a very good celebration. Maybe she'd get to munch on some shapeshifter later, though. That would be funny. Her thin, cracked (ow) lips curled into a vicious smile. That was a goal worth working for.

“Yes we should.” Liliath said well running away “We need to go to the store , there we will be safe right?!”

Niskali had no doubt that the monster was not truly distracted, but it was not completely focused on him, either. He made a rising arc of a strike, from right to left, to shear at its jaw with his blade, and stepped to the left and forward to get closer to being beside the creature. If it focused on the obvious strike, it would not be prepared for him to grapple it. If it expected the grapple, it would most likely have an unpleasant meeting with his blade. Of course, it was most likely a class 1 shapeshifter, and thus also probably telepathic, so he figured this would be mostly....

By the liquid diamond blood of the goddess, was that an explosion? So... the sorceress was still alive.

It ducks from the worse of the two- the blade -with more speed than its stolen bulk should allow, then tries to make a dash on all fours for Helynah. It wants to tear her heart out before she and Niskali could blink. On its first step toward her, it flares its stolen wings and strikes at the pentatheic with its stolen hind feet.

Raven opens her muzzle to argue with Lisa, but more tap, tap, taping and the knowledge that Lisa might be stressed enough to actually get angry with her if she protest kills the argument before it reaches her lips. She turns and follows Liliath toward the the other door, away from whatever is stalking toward them and away from Lisa.

"Safer than here. Go ahead, Little!" she says, pausing long enough to snap at Adam: "Hey, you wanna live? Follow us!" As she turns, she catches a glimpse of the thing that follows them, a pale, emancipated creature that she imagines would be well at home in the depths of some stinking sewer, or in the lowest circle of hell.

In the back, Seeker will find a curly-haired boy curled up against the wall, an unconsious soldier, and child and a cat rushing for the door, and a very terrified and angry woman with feral cat eyes and bared teeth.

Lisa squints at what amounts to a blurred and sickly figure with gaping red holes where its eyes should be. Her grip on the dagger tightens as she draws it from her hilt. That action doesn't stop her fist from shaking.

"OPTIC!" In her panic, she comes close to trying to kick the man awake. Her foot stops inches away from his shoulder. "Wake up your bonded! I-I think I'm going to nee-why are you still here?" She catches Adam's red face from the corner of her damaged eyes. "Run!" She grabs their arm and tries to push them toward the door.

She saw that coming.

With another yell, Helynah raises her trident to meet the monster's chest. If it gets close enough, she'll try to run it through. If the other, hopefully friendly dragon, manages to grab it, she'll charge and try to run it through. Something about fighting by the pentatheic's side emboldens her. She hadn't realized how comfortable she'd gotten with the company of a big scaly brute, even if this one is three or four feet shorter and walks on two legs.

The form-thief kicked out. He barely blocked the strike with his glaive, one gauntletted hand being caught by the blow from a foot. He definitely felt that, though the materials of his armour helped disperse the energies enough to prevent serious damage. It felt like he'd just punched a wall bare-fisted, though.

This woman with whome he now flanked the beast.... was not pentatheic, obviously, but had the spirit of his sisters in arms. He already knew she would be in position to spear the beast, as he would know with his squd-mates, or know when his internal-defences officer would raise and lower turrets for him to dance among while repelling boarders. What he realised a moment too late was that there was likely not the slightest chance that her weapon, or even his at the moment, could peirce his armour. And if the creature's new carapace had the same properties.....

Oh, sweet Water, goddess of luck, sister to my Admiral, please let the beast dodge and avoid catching a direct blow. Just this once grant it such luck and skill, and then preferably never again. That would be real great.

There was.... a lot of panic out there, she thought. her ears were ringing even worse now, somehow, so it wasn't exactly clear. Also, she was pretty sure that the fur in her ears was caked with soot hard enough to make hearing harder.

"Okay, so," she grunted, leaning against the filing cabinet, letting out a cough. Heh, talking actually hurt less than she thought, "Honestly, that was a pretty funny trap. Next time, though," she grunted again, giving it a shove with her back, "maybe try, like, a halucinagen or something if you can? I'd," shove, "appreciate if you did it to someone else and let me watch, though." She sighed. It was.... probably rooted to the floor.

"Of course," she coughed again, "That would require me just suffocating to death or exploding again being less funny or satisfying for you."

The slender figure grinned as it chased after the two. By now, Adam was trying their best not to scream. The Seeker’s twisted grin went a bit wider. She caught the poor kid’s ankle. Finally, Adam let out their screech once the cenobite got ahold of them. If onky her eyes were still there, her look of amusement and delight would have been much more obvious. She opened her mouth a few times just to quickly chomp on the air. The Seeker snickered as she tugged on Adam’s leg.

Liliath started running faster and faster , to the store. She was finally there "You guys are not going into my store!" Seo yelled , Liliath ignored her and pushed her to the side and runned inside the store