The Fourth Musketeer!(Kihia, Potato, and Naraca)

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Kihia was taken aback from the failed feint maneuver he had put into play, Kihia sensed at the last second where the man in black had teleported to. Kihia raised his shields up and blocked the incoming attack, when he saw Naraca tackle the man as he blocked he lowered his guard. He watched as Naraca flew through the air and crashed onto the ground without the man in black. Kihia closed his eyes to get a read on where the man in black had teleported off to. He then sensed the boss had returned to the boss above them. The man in black had snapped his fingers and as if on command, a legion of enemy dark mages.

Kihia grimaced at their current situation, not only did most of their attacks fail but now they were completely surrounded. To make things worse… the man in black had pulled out a communication Lacrima, and threated to have the family killed if they didn’t stand down. Kihia lowered both his shields and saw that the Guardian was slowly walking forward, Stand down friend, I know your instincts are awakened, but heed me… there is more at stake here than what may be on the surface… Kihia watched as the ice construct nod towards and Kihia turned his attention to the boss, Even if I could somehow destroy the Lacrima before he teleported… there is still this army around us… even with Icarus’s secret technique…. Naraca and Quincy would be caught in the blast… severely hurting them as well as impeding all of progress… Kihia sighed and dispelled both the construct and his ice shields… It is for the best… however… Serpent Soul has a more tricks than one can count…

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OOC Status Report:
Health: 100%
Mana: 87.5%
Cooldowns: Ice Make: Dual Swordbreakers Three posts, Ice Make Guardian Six posts. Ice make twin shields Three posts

Quincy was angered beyond control of her own body. Once told that the family would be killed if they continued to fight wanted her to stop, but she had no choice in the matter she was gone completely. She tried to move to attack some more, but her arm was stuck in the wall. She struggled to try and get her arm unstuck but to no avail. "You sick bastard! I know exactly what you have done and I will kill you! Get your murderer self over here so I can end your puny miserable life. I will rip your damned head off and put it back upside down just so I can kick it back off. I will tear your arms off and shove them down your neck where your head used to be and then rip them out of your stomach! Ooooooh once I get out of here you are so dead!"

Once her barrage of threats were done she continued to try and rim her arm out of the wall but still not budging an inch. After trying to pull her arm out she started to use her other arm to punch the hole bigger, but ultimately getting that arm stuck too. It wasn't that the wall was tough. It was because the bricks in the wall were pressing down on her joints not letting her move them. Surely it was painful but she had no feeling in her body, or any motor control connected with her mental state.

The grip he had on the man in black was so tight he could have crushed him flat if he had so chosen. Yet he figured after just taking hold of the man he wouldn't be able to go anywhere. While about mid-way into the downward decent to the ground, Naraca had to hit the ground before he realized there was no cushion of a body to land on. Instead he landed on the ground on his shoulder and had to roll the landing.
Once on his feet he immediately spun around and looked for the boss, seeing him on top of the stairs again.

His eye's narrowed in frustration at the site of a completely unharmed man doing nothing more then catching his breath.
Naraca had him in his hands! What happened?! How did he escape?
It truly wasn't a matter of speed, and clearly it didn't matter what physical situation the boss might have been in.
Now how did he actually teleport? The basics of teleportaion was that one cannot simply make all the matter and molecules and atoms that they are comprised of and just simply vanished only to simply appear else where. There had to be some form of transport. In the past Naraca had heard of people having some kinda lacrima or seal on an item that they could appear with if thrown or placed.
Some kinda dimensional travel wasn't impossible either...Going from one dimension to the other, just to come back in a different place. That seemed most likely at this point but...Wouldn't he have got with the man in black if that was the case since he was holding onto him? Did it even work like that? He couldn't say for sure...Either way, this man ability seemed to get him out of almost every sticky situation possible by just thinking about it.

The man in black, with a mere snap of his fingers called forth an ambush and instantly surrounded Naraca, Kihia and Quincy.
All the men around would give them a hard time in a fight no doubt and wouldn't go down without a hard struggle.
The man in black however made such an option impossible by holding up a lacrima in his hands and explaining he could end there mission early right here and now. They had no choice now, the boss had beaten them, no way around it. They'd have to surrender.

However...They're were others that didn't have to yet.

Naraca lifted up both his hands so they were at the height of his ears.
"Looks like we have no choice."
He turned his head and noticed Quincy was still yelling up a storm of threats as she did everything she could to pull her arm out, short of tearing it off all together.
Some of the men kept there swords and guns on her as she was trying to break free.
"Stop or we'll shoot!" One of the wizards ordered as her movements kept them on edge.
Naraca saw she was in a rage, he was too distracted with the fight and thinking about the fight but he had realized earlier that Quincy was oddly vicious before. It seemed she only got worse, that with one of the man in blacks comments from earlier meant that they must have known each other in some fashion. Naraca had yet to realized just how deep an impact this man made in her life.
"Come on Quincy calm down, lemme just get ya outta this" He commented. Looking at the man in black for a moment as he took a step towards Quincy to show he was just going to help her out.
The man in black simply nodded.

Naraca was worried she wouldn't calm down after he freed her. Would she try and attack no matter what? The question brought caution in his approach. How much red was she seeing exactly? If anyone was to find out it'd be him, he wouldn't feel the pain of any attack the might thrash on him.
As this was happening one of the men would move to grab Kihia's wrists and tie them together, pulling away any weapons he'd be holding.
"Hmmm" He grumbled as he looked at the brick holding her arm in place. Pushing the brick in didn't work, he'd have to lift it up off. The brick of the just the wall seemed liftable. She punched some out so there would be room for the bricks to ascend for a moment.
"I'll get you out here just...Don't do anything stupid when your free" He remarked.
To be safe he put one arm around her back, taking the pain of any electric shock she might discharge as well as any punches she might throw.
With his free hand snuck his fingers in between her arm and the brick on top, and with a strong lift his bicep sculpted into a rock as all the weight was lifted off and her arm was free.

If Quincy were to instantly try and escape he'd use the arm around her her back to catch her and tuck her underneath his arm like a bag. His strength would more then enough to hold her, and his ability to block out pain completely would disregard what would be a violent struggle. If she got real serious, he'd be ready to simply put her sleep if he had to.
He didn't know just how badly she wanted to kill him, however he knew that if she did, there would be much more blood shed then just his.

"Lead the way" Naraca would say, knowing the men likely wanted to handcuff him and her but under the present circumstances they'd have to go like this.
However as Naraca would proceed to leave, his arms regardless of how Quincy ended up reacting, would be close together, close enough for him to give a quick tap on the small lacrima on the ring wrapped around his pinky.

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The man in black simply watched as the big man went to free the darling Quincy and the dark wizards would go and proceed to attempt and tie Kihia's wrists together.
"Good, you're all not quite as dumb as I thought." he chuckled as he waited for them to be taken away.
"My men will escort you all to some place more comfortable." He added as he'd keep his eye's on them until they were out of the room before leaving himself.

The dark wizards would proceed to lead the LS wizards to a room that was actually upstairs in a different part of the house. A place that was in fact in one of the bedrooms. They escort to the bedroom where in one of the walls was a secret, but very large and empty vault door that was wide open. It looked like it was normally hidden behind an oddly placed wooden wall. The three LS wizards would be thrown in there before the massive door would be closed shut behind them. A vault far to thick and strong for them to break out normally.

Not with out help...

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A vibration was felt in Portha's pocket. She reached in and pulled out a lacrima with a faint red glow that had a screen on is that was showing the location of the distress signal that she gave to Naraca.
"Looks like they couldn't do alone after all" She said with a somewhat satisfied smile.
She turned her head Atha and Atma.
"Come on lets go" She added before fixing her hat and waiting for the others before making her way to the mansion.

Kihia glanced towards Quincy with a great deal of concern in his eyes, when he was suddenly caught off guard when four men came up from behind him and restrained his arms. Kihia barely caught himself from reacting on instinct, he then felt Icarus be pulled out of its sheath and watched as they yanked the Geruks out of his hands. Kihia then started to try and resist, “Get your hands… off of my weapon…” however he failed due to the four men managed to keep his arms in their grip and managed to forcibly put Kihia’s hands against his back.

They then bound his hands together with rope and knocked him onto the floor, Kihia growled as they started to mock him, No one… no one touches Master Iaroks weapon…. Without… my consent…. Kihia watched as they twirled Icarus around in front of him, “You… will regret doing that…” This only made them laugh more as they started to drag Kihia away, he made sure to memorize these four men’s magic signatures for when the time comes… he would teach them a proper lesson.

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Atma nodded at Portha signaling she was indeed ready, but she questioned what happened in there that would cause the mages from Fiore to activate the distress signal. She sighed, this is such a hassel first they tell us to hang back and now they are in need of help… I guess we have no choice but to assist them. She then got up and went to sneak into the house.

After a good while of sneaking around, Atma had come to one of the many hallway entrances, She however then heard someone coming her direction and took cover in one of the adjacent rooms to avoid detection. As the people walked by where she had been hiding, she over heard them talking about capturing the intruders and how idiotic they were. They also seemed to be commenting on the equipment they were going to store in a room away from the Townsends. Atma grimaced and whispered, “This can’t be good…”

Quincy struggled as Naraca pulled her out of the wall and carried him under her arm. She even started to hit his back and start swinging at the man even though her magic has dispelled. "NARACA LET ME GO SO I CAN BEAT HIS DAMN SKULL IN! THIS IS MY FIGHT AND I REFUSE TO LET THAT BASTARD WIN! HE DESERVES TO DIE AND I WILL BE THE ONE TO OUT HIM IN HIS UNMARKED GRAVE!" She hollered while trying to struggle her way through his large muscles. She managed to wiggle herself free only to get grabbed up by two extremely strong wizards. They lifted her into the air by both of her arms to where her legs dangled. She swung her legs out as best as possible but they never made any solid hit onto anyone. 'God I hate being short.' Halfway down the hallway she just gave up and went limp and started to sob to herself. Her cries were so light that it couldn't be heard but the tears ran from her face and it looked like she just gave up on life. Her only chance to kill the man who killed Devin had failed. Her own personal reason she learned magic had failed. She herself failed to pass the mission. She was a failure.

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Atha crossed her arms as they snuck their way into the building. "I say that we just sneak in their and get the Townsends." She then observed as a few guards walked past with some equipment. "Um is that the white haired ones stuff? Crap it is..... Wait I have a plan follow me!" She whispered back to her collogues as she snuck behind quietly to the men with the equipment. "We need to take them out and get them their weapons back. I think we can 'convince' them to tell us where they are being kept."

The vault door shut slowly, eventually enveloping the LS wizards in in complete darkness. The vault was completely empty inside and might have once carried something of great worth to the Townsends but was now nothing more then a large metal box. The darkness was thick with no light coming in from anywhere, just complete and utter darkness.

"Shining Eye's" Naraca muttered before blinking his eye's once. They glowed with a faint incandescence that hardly lit up the room as there was no natural light to actually use currently. His eye's were about as bright as a candle, or a lighter. It wasn't near enough to light up the vault, but enough to everyone would be able to see the dark silhouettes of each other so they wouldn't bump into one another.
He saw Kihia first, then looked and quickly spotted Quincy who was...It was faint and hard to see, however her body language showed that she could be crying.
Thinking about it now...Yes her rage, her seemingly intense blood thirst. She must have known that man somehow. The man in black said something about a...Devin was it?

Naraca's hands were still bound behind him, his put the rope on the back of his waist and pulled up with his arms, his strength more then enough for the ropes to rip right off. He walked up to Quincy and got down on one knee.
"Hey it's alright, we won't be staying here for long." He spoke softly.
He held up his hand to show the very faint glow of a blue lacrima on a ring he was wearing on his pinky.
"One of them gave this to me, it's a sends a distress signal. So they'll be coming to help us" He explained to them both, looking over at Kihia so he could see.
He turned his head back to Quincy, bending down a little more slightly to make eye contact with her.
"We'll be getting out okay? We won't be here for long" His amber eye's meeting Quincy's

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Portha's apperence:

How did they get caught? Just by approaching the mansion Portha could see they entered in pretty clean. Even all the lights were out, they had the cover of darkness and the element of surprise. Still caught though were they? She could only guess by this point.
It wasn't very difficult for them to get inside, which was actually quite surprising, was no one guarding this mansion right now? She wondered if maybe since they got caught somehow, it might've involved the guards having to leave there posts. She wouldn't have been surprised if there was a fight or some kinda struggle.
Getting inside they arrived in the dining hall which was empty and had quite a bit of cover as there was curtain over the glass doors to the large table itself. Everything was pretty dark but there was some white light rays from the moon that came in through the windows. When they were outside Atma had heard where they were storing the LS wizards weapons, or at least the general direction of where they were.

"I say that we just sneak inside and get the Townsends" Atha suggested once inside the dining hall yet she took the liberty of stepping out of the dining hall to sneak on two passing guards. However Portha quickly grabbed Atha's shoulder and stopped her.
"Hold on, they said they'd be putting the weapons next to the Townsends. How about you and Atma follow them. The signal leads elsewhere, I can free the Lamia wizards " She suggested as she had the tracker in one hands and saw the general direction of where the dark wizards were leaving was in a different direction all together.

Kihia knelt at the spot they threw him inside the vault extremely annoyed at those who took Icarus away from him, he heard Naraca broke free of his bonds and start comforting Quincy. What pain… has that man caused Quincy… why does he… remind me… of them… Kihia then sent a small surge of his magical power into the ropes that bound him freezing them solid. He then pulled his arms apart shattering the ropes. “What crimes… have these men committed… how many people have they hurt…” Kihia slowly got up and walked over to the vault door and placed his hand on the door itself, channeling his magical power into the door to get an idea of what was the situation on the other side.

Kihia felt two magical signatures on either side of the door on the outside, There are only two men guarding the outside… in theory we can punch through the wall to catch them by surprise and knock them out… however… the chances of this entire room being reinforced is high… if that is the case… neither Naraca… or myself… have the strength to punch through the walls… Kihia took his hand off the door and looked towards Naraca and Quincy, he frowned seeing the state of Quincy… let us help you… come back from this… with the excited nature of yourself… still intact…

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Atma nodded at Portha, “Once we have figured out the situation of where they are we will rendezvous with you and the Lamia Scale Mages, then we can proceed from there.” Atma started to quietly follow the two guards making sure not to make a sound,

Quincy just stood there in the dark room as the rest of her team broke their restraints and started searching the room for a way out. But as of now she was a broken spirit, even when she had the chance to free herself from the man in blacks tyranny she still failed in that. She was trapped again by the same man who killed her first friend. "We are screwed, this guy...... I know him from when I was a child...." She plopped down onto the ground with her arms still tied. A shiver went down her spine as old memories crept back up into her head. "If we ever get out of here I may just kill that man like I should have long ago.... DAMNIT ALL!!" She finished with a lunging kick towards one of the walls. Which was surprising from the fact she had no visible way to actually make the distance.

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Atha crept forward towards the two men holding the weapons. "Alright I get the one on the left..... He looks like he had a few extra drinks tonight." She pulled her sword from her sheath whispering its active name. "Quicksilver." It started to reflect small bits of light, but not enough to be noticeable to anyone. It wasn't for the cutting action it held. She did it so she could get the speed it came with just to sneak up and follow them silently just behind them. The best part of it was that it came with a special shroud that allowed her to blend in with her surroundings.

Quincy's foot hit the thick metal of one of the walls with a loud clang. Her rage was completely unlike her, when Naraca pictured the potato loving and bubbly little girl who smile was always on her face. He couldn't put that girl in the place of who he was seeing now. She really knew this man well, and even hearing what he did to her caused Naraca to feel a sense of his own low anger inside.
He could see some of himself in her, or at least what used to be in there. He knew this rage in his own childhood, and as a young man. The people who had chased his family, the bastards that forced grow up as a nomad, as a wanderer, an outcast and a ghost. Those same bastards that killed his mother in front of him.
He could still remember the feeling of bone shattering against knuckles and blood spilling out on his arm and spraying his face, pieces of the mans teeth bouncing off his chest. How quick Naraca committed that murder...How quickly he had taken revenge without a second thought.

How long it was he had regretted that act...

"You're not killing anyone" Naraca said strongly.
He walked up to Quincy grabbed the ropes around her wrists, pulling her towards him as he did so he could untie her.
"The Musketeers are gonna break us out" He said as he untied the ropes with ease then let them fall to the floor, however her he placed a hand on her shoulder to turn her around to face him so he could place his second hand on her other shoulder. Looking at her as one would a child having a temper tantrum.

"Then we're all going to free the Townsends, capture that guy so he can rot in jail for the rest of his life. Then we home and have a drink to celebrate. Understand?" He explained to her with strong and understanding eye contact. Saying it in a way that wasn't up for debate.
He knew what Quincy wanted to do, he knew where she would go if she followed through with that act. Till the day she died she would carry the regret of that murder to her grave. The wound never really heals, it just scabs over, but inside it still runs deep.

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Portha nodded her head to Atma and let the two of them follow the two dark guild wizards. She watched them make a turn to a part of the mansion away from site before she moved away herself.
She had the tracker in her hand, taking glimpses at it every once in a while as she made her way over to where the wizards were. Looking at the tracker she could she could see her reflection in the screen. She frowned as her eye's caught the sight of the bruising around her neck. It already started to have a faint purple tint to it already. She looked like a victim of abuse or rape...
Looks like it'd be some kind of collar or choker for her for a while.

The tracker took her surprisingly upstairs. Upon walking in the main foyer she spotted a hole in one of the walls followed by seeing that most of the doors were open. It looked like they were caught here, yet there wasn't much signs of a struggle aside from the hole. The hole was real small she noticed, this couldn't have been that little girls work could it? She'd wanna hear the story of how they got caught again.
Walking upstairs she was sure to keep hidden, letting dark wizards pass her by when they got close and sneaking around those that stayed in one spot until the tracker took inside one of the rooms. The door was open when she walked towards it. Her back was to the wall beside the door. She turned off the tracker so she could use the reflection of the trackers screen to peak behind the door.
She angled it right so she could see a big metal vault door with two guards on the other side. One of which was sitting on the bed, and another that was leaning against the wall. She'd have to take them out.
She pulled out her pistol from a holster strapped to her thigh.
"Guns magic: Silence shot" She whispered.
Although it wasn't visible the inside of the barrel of her gun had a small magical circle illuminate and revolve in a circle. She leaned to the side to peak from the side of the door frame and raised her gun and pulled the trigger, firing concussive round against the forehead of the man on the bed.
The dark wizard against the wall saw his friend drop down like he passed out, yet it was the last thing he saw before a hard impact on his head also caused him to go to sleep.
Once they were both down she holstered her gun as well as the tracker inside a pouch on the back of her waist. She walked up to the vault door and examined it thoroughly. She saw there was a key pad as well as a key hole. It looked heavy and was no doubt capable of holding even the strongest wizards out there. This was where the signal was coming from, but she'd still check to see if they were actually in there just in case.

Knocking with some volume but trying to keep quiet she spoke.
"It's Portha, are you three in there?" She asked from behind the door.

Kihia frowned when he heard Quincy’s words he stood there in silence as Naraca attempted to calm her down, “Naraca is right Quincy… killing him won’t bring you peace… or happiness… it will only leave a void… a void that will never be filled… never be closed… my Teacher… taught me this… for I to… had those sentiments… once…” Kihia casted a sideways glance towards Quincy, his ice colored eyes staring at her. He then turned his gaze staring deeply at the wall… Even those who appear to hold no ill will… can hold the darkest of scars…

Kihia was suddenly snapped back into reality when he heard someone knock on the door, the person identified as Portha one of the Musketeer contacts. Kihia waited for a moment before responding, “Indeed we are… there were more mages in this than previously thought… it was either be captured or have the Townshends be killed… We have broken free of our bonds but have no real way to get out from our side…” Kihia tightened his right hand into a fist, he was upset that Quincy was upset and mad… and the fact he couldn’t protect his companions from this situation.

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Atma nodded at Atha and pulled out her rapier and said, “Arian Dance” She then disappeared into a small gust of wind and reappeared behind the target she was assigned to take out, she quickly attacked him by executing three quick strikes in areas that would force him to fall unconscious. As the man fell unconscious, and waited to see what happens to calculate the next move.

Quincy stood there as Naraca picked her up and untied her. Once Kihia told her his view on killing she looked up at them with a single tear running from her eyes. She batted away Naraca's arm with her own and walked up to Kihia. Clenching her fists she called out in anger "Oh yea do you think so? I almost killed him once! I left him alive because I thought he would have learned his lesson but he didn't!" She angrily removed the gloves she always wore to reveal a large scar cutting across the entire back of her right arm. The scar went so far that it looked like it melded into the line of her spine. "This man who is responsible for this is out there as we speak laughing at our failure to beat him! Do you know why I have this damned thing? He gave it to me for not winning a fight! This man killed my best friend. He requires to be killed for all the death and the pain he has caused not just for me, but for the ones I lost!"

Right after her outburst she realized that she yelled at her friends in rage. She looked down at her hands where she clenched her fists so hard that her palms started to bleed. "Im sorry..." She then wiped her tears away and looked at the door because of the nock on it. She quickly put her gloves back on so they went all the way up her arms. "Alright lets see if we can open this door."

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Atha quickly as soon as the other man was taken down threw the other man against the wall revealing herself holding her blade against the mans throat. "Tell me where they are keeping the townsends and I might spare your life!" She barked as she press one of her arms against the mans chest to feel his pulse to see if he is lying. The man just pointed down the hall saying "Third room on the right in the locked bathrooms." After he gave his answer she lifted her arm from the mans chest and then returned it with great force to the mans throat knocking him out. "Lets go!" She called out as she lifted up the weapons that belonged to the mages.

Naraca's eye's narrowed as his hand was smacked away and she turned to Kihia to vent her frustration. Her long past with that man was revealed just a bit more, she had to have known the man for years...Perhaps even her whole life. She had almost done away with the man but let him live despite everything he had done?
Naraca remained on his one knee as he was looking towards Quincy at about eye level. She practically tore off one of her gloves in frustration to reveal quite a nasty scar. It was long and deep, shaped like a snake permanently etched into her body and sneaking into her spinal cord where it rested a constant sleep.

Yet he understood better then most those scars, he didn't have all these scars ecthed deep into his body as a fashion statement. He could ramble for days about all the stories he could tell about his scars. "Do you wanna know how I got these scars?" he might say. Kihia should know as well, he kind of has a scar that was so big it took off his whole arm.
Quincy wasn't alone in her anger, in fact her pain was probably best understood by her friends. Naraca wished his could convey that to her, did he have the time to explain why killing this man would be wrong?

A faint knock on the door followed by a woman's voice "It's Portha, are you three in there?!"

No...Suppose there isn't enough time.
Kihia had already answered her, so Naraca merely waited for Portha's response.

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Portha had her ear right on the cold metal of the vault door, even then she could barely hear the voice that was speaking. They were all in there, and from the sound of it, it was that man with the ice staff talking. They weren't given a choice so he said, she understood.

"Okay, listen I'm going to try and get you out." She said as as loud as she was able without making too much noise.
She looked back down at the vault again, back at the key hole and the pin pad in particular. She obviously didn't know the code, and she was no locksmith but one of these guards had to have the key. Maybe this vault just had two ways of opening and she only needed a key. Quickly she approached one of the guards and began digging her hand in his pockets to feel for anything metal like a key. It took her less then a minute to search the man with no loot to be had.
She tried the other guard, her hands covering every possible place where a key could have been hidden in his clothes.

Yes!

She felt warm metal against her middle finger and pulled it out, revealing a single, and rather large key about half the size of her hand. Maybe this did simply unlock the entire vault. She walked back to the keyhole and pushed the key inside, it clicked several times going in as he prepared the locking mechanism for a clean turn. So she turned it to the left and the key hole followed. Low, heavy sounds of metal moving within the doors echoed through the thick steel and smaller higher noises were underneath those as several of the strong iron bars within the door were being removed from there locking positions.
A smile was her only celebration in this small victory.
"I think I opened it" She said to the three inside.
She placed both her hand on the handle to pull it open, however it firmly resisted her and didn't even budge.
Her expression changed to a frown and she tried again. One again though, it felt as sturdy as it did before.
"What the hell...?" She whispered sounding clearly confused. It sounded like the door was opening, there was something going on with the locking mechanism, it wasn't just make noise for fun.
She looked back down, the key hole was indeed fully turned.
Her eye's shifted to the pin pad...Wait...This must have been some kind of two lock system or something. To open it you probably had to have the key and the code to unlock the vault door completely. Otherwise your unlocking half of the whole thing.
Damn...Could she get the code? Not from these guards, and not without running around looking for someone to get it off of, but even then how could she know who knew it? She couldn't take the time to interrogate anyone, of course The Townsends would know, but she had no idea where they were.
The vault couldn't exactly be forced open either...Or...

As she was thinking she instinctively went to scratch a small itch on her neck, only to feel a small sting of pain. Right her bruise, wait, yes! Yes her bruise. Naraca, that giant with the huge sword. He had to have some kind of strength based magic, and she remembered the ice wizard was the highest ranked, and the lightning wizard was fast and pretty strong herself. Maybe between the three of them they could...

"Hey, this vault requires a pin number as well and there no way to get it, I think I just unlocked half of the locks on the door. Do you guys think you can bust out of there now that the doors not as locked?" She asked them curiously, thinking she could also help as much as possible however she could. A vault this huge and strong though had to be strong enough to survive this entire mansion exploding. But between all there strength together maybe it would just be enough.

Kihia quietly studied Quincy as she finally calmed down, he knew she needed to vent and he didn’t mind that she had vented at him. He looked down and saw that her hands were bleeding from how tight she had clenched her fists, he frowned and lifted his right arm and unwrapped the bandages that covered his right arm a bit. He tore what he unravel off and then tore it into two separate strands and wrapped Quincys hands to help stop the bleeding, “Quincy… trust in us… we may not know your past… but each of us may helpful wisdom… to aid each other when we are weak… when we are mad… my Teacher taught me these things… We are not to meant live alone… in pain or in hate… If we do get into those circumstances… then our friends will be there… to help us get better… and to heal the wounds that cannot be seen by the eye…” Kihia then tightened his right hand into a fist and then turned to the door… “Let the entire team… Kariline, Talen, Naraca… and even myself aid you… I know I don’t have much right speaking this part… since I have always had isolated my needs and pain from you all… but you… the team… and all of Lamia Scale have helped… break the ice that kept me separated from you all… Now… let us get out of here… and help you heal from your own wounds… without causing any new ones…”

Kihia then walked towards the Vault door and placed his right arm on it channeling his magical power into the metal feeling out the mechanisms of the door. Half the locking bearings have been released as a result of one of the unlocking methods being used… The door is sturdy even with half of the bearings disengaged… a combined attack would work… but Naraca and Quincy need to conserve their strength… so a strategic method needs to be used to break us out… but what will suffice…? Kihia stood there for a moment thinking when the perfect idea came to mind, he started to form his idea inside the door itself, in consisted of two large drill heads, each facing each side of the door. He made the rim of the drills become serrated and reinforced the two drills with crystal. Now let us give this a shot… Kihia then said, “Portha… just in case you may want to stand back…” After a moment he then started up the two drills, although the others didn’t know what was going on, they would be able to hear the sound of shearing metal and ice and crystal scratching against metal. The door started to shake, which only increased in the intensity as it continued.

This may not be enough to break down the door… He then closed his eyes and drew back his right arm, “Time for us to get out… Everyone stand back!” He then punched the door which caused the two ice drills inside to shoot out multiple ice spikes the tore through the door itself. After a moment he dispelled the ice which left the door weak and unstable, “Now let’s be going…” Kihia then touched both of his arms with the other and said, “Frozen Armor… Creation…” The ice armor that would appear on his arms when Ice Make Knight formed on both of his arms, This version of the armor is weaker… but… all drawbacks I would normally have is not present… Kihia then grabbed the Vault of the door with both hands and braced himself, The door is now weak enough to be able to be pulled of even by me… He started to twist and pull at the door, the hinges of the door moaned and creaked, and then sheared off with a loud shearing sound. Kihia then tossed it off to the side with a giant thud on the ground, “Now… lets get moving… I have to get our weapons back… I will leave the Man in black to you two… I will try and join in that fight if I arrive in time…”

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Atma nodded, and said, “Let’s go and check out what he said, I am sure Portha can manage on her own for a little longer,” Atma then grabbed the ice mages weapons and took off towards the door the Dark mage had pointed out, she braced herself next to the door and nodded at Athma, “Ready when you are…”

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OOC Status Report:
Health: 100%
Mana: 77.5%(20% MP went towards making the ice drills that broke the vault door)
Actives: Frozen Armor Creation: One more post
Cooldowns: Ice Make Guardian: Three more posts

A scene played out in Quincies head as the rest of her team told their thoughts on her views of the man in black. They were right though, everyone has gone through some kind of trouble with some more than others. The scene played of all of her friends standing behind her as she walked down an empty road. Followed by a single figure standing on the other side of it holding out a bright blue glowing arm and a demonic smile. 'Give in and you will be stronger.' The voice clouded her mind. She looked back at her team so see them all standing there like they were waiting for something. Did they want her to choose a side? Were they waiting for her to take the mans hand to take her away and to be stronger? What did all this mean to her? She hesitated as she reached towards the mans hands before her vision snapped back into reality.

She whispered to herself "Tesla Hunter..." She bent over and tapped her heels and again lightning went arcing off of her legs. She took off as soon as the door hit the ground leaving a train of purple lighting in her wake. The ground itself began singe on her footsteps as she marched her way through the hallways. [color=violet]"I need to do this.... I am sorry if it goes against what you believe in.... both of you...... I will finish the job and defeat the man in black.... I mustn't let others suffer from the hand of this man or his damned organization.

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Atha nodded to Atma as they readied to enter the room where the Townsends were to be held. After the nod she kicked in the door and drew her sword to take out the guards that were no doubt holding the family hostage. Though to her surprise there were no noble family in the room. Instead there were several more guards ready to fight them. As she entered the room a blade swung towards his face. She chuckled and ducked under the sword and kicked the man hard in the jaw sending him unconscious. "These damned fools. I will not hurt the one who tells me where the Townsends are for christs sakes. Is it really that hard?"

Kihia spoke truth no doubt, everyone was here for each other, the entire group of Serpent Soul, they all had trauma and tragedy in common. They all would have certainly been approved for counseling or anti-depressants, that'd be a good way to put it. Naraca knew what he knew about revenge, and how bad it was because he had taken it. Would Quincy have to kill this man in order to learn how wrong he is in doing so? Was the only way to understanding through pain?
Naraca didn't want to believe it.

Right when Portha told them that she'd find a way to open it, which was followed by several low metallic sounds from within the wall, he couldn't believe it would be that easy. What kinda idiot would invest in a vault that could be opened by a key? Unfortunately the Townsends weren't that stupid, and it seemed only half of the locks were disengaged.
Portha had the idea that they could force it open. Could a door like this even be forced open? Naraca wasn't sure if it was one of those super strong vaults that could withstand a nuclear blast or if it was more like a bank vault...Not that that would be much better. The first thing actually came to mind when it came to a plan of action was actually thought first by Kihia. The ice boy touched the door and with little time at all the boy had worked out a method of action and got to work to drill the door. Naraca took a couple steps back, watching the boy in amusement as he worked on the door.
This was indeed the best way to go about it, drilling through the door and negating most of the strength of the metal, certainly a lot easier then what Naraca would have tried.

Kihia being pretty strong himself, once he finished drill through the door he was able to take the weight of the nearly falling off door and toss it aside. Naraca smiled and was about to congratulate him with Quincy suddenly activated her Tesla Hunter spell and took off running.
Naraca's eye's snapped to her. She was going after him.
"Quincy wait!" he called out, but she was too fast and already gone. He had no idea if she knew where he was, but it wouldn't take her long to search the whole house no doubt.
Kihia said he was going to get the weapons back, Naraca nodded but kept his eye's outside for a moment before turning and looking towards the ice boy.
"Alright, I'll go after Quincy, you get back to us in one piece alright? No one's dying today" he stated, knowing that he was talking about The man in black as well.

"I'm coming with you" Portha suddenly interjected, stepping in front of Naraca.
His eye's went to meet hers once she stepped in his way. She was firm in her stance and looked serious.
"Quincy is likely going after the leader of this guild, he has teleportation magic and he's fast with it, are you sure?" He asked her
"I can handle it" She stated firmly, pulling her gun out of it's holster on her thigh and her sword from her hip.
He nodded in reply.
"Alright, follow me then, I think I have an idea where he might be" He said before taking off into a run over towards Quincy's general direction to which Portha followed.

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The Townsends, bound by there hands and feet they were gagged with more ropes and there eye's were covered with blind folds. There was a man, a woman, two little girls and an older boy, followed 4 maids and 1 butler. The maids clothes were torn and there faces were red with light gleaming off there cheeks, indicating that they were crying just recently. They were all mostly laying on there sides with a few on there backs and the older boy on his stomach due to a very serious bruise that was purple and black on his back. The man and the woman were looking strong despite the man having a bloody nose and the woman with bruising around her neck and her shirt torn on her body.
As two of the maids sobbed through there gags The man in black held a gun just a mere two inches away from one of the girls, the youngest daughter of the Mr and Mrs Townsend. They all had yet to notice however the youngest daughter must have felt his hot breath from his mouth because once his put his right right next to hers she whined with a muffled cry and attempted to worm her way to the wall, moving as best as she could towards the wall of books that was behind her.
"Ah, ah ah" He exclaimed, grabbing her throat with his hand and pulling her back in. She cried out more, causing Mr. Townsend to turn his his head and muffle what sounded like 'No!' from behind his gag.
Mrs. Townsend sounded like she tried to scream something like 'Get away from her!' within some cries of deep hated for the man she couldn't see through the blind fold.
The man in black maintained his devilish, evil smile as he held the youngest daughters throat in his hand tightly, she could breathe short breathes, however he could almost feel the blood rushing through her neck, the convulsions of her neck as it tried to suck in as much air to her lungs as it could.
The gaze of The man in black seemed to grow more thoughtful as he smiles slowly faded into a more serious, observer look, like he was a doctor examining her face for anything wrong or hidden on it.
"So innocent...So fragile...So weak" He mused, leaning his face in and kissing the little girls forehead, she shuddered as he did as if his kiss felt like a spider crawling on her.
"Mr. Townsend, do you love your daughter?" The man in black asked, his question sounding like genuine curiosity despite how obvious the answer to something like that would be.
Mr. Townsend's eye's narrowed against the blind fold before he slowly nodded his head.
"Would you do anything for her?"
He nodded
"Would you even die for her?"
He nodded
"Would you...Kill for her?"
There was a brief hesitation from the weight of the question but he nodded.
"If I told you I was going to take one of your children, in return the others live, but if you don't cooperate with me then I would kill all but one of your children. What do you think you would do?" He asked him in a more grim voice.
Mr. Townsend's covered eyes were now trained on The man in black, his hands visibly shaking with both fear and hate.
The man in black saw the sweat on his forehead as well from the question, he could almost feel the anger and fear from this man come to him like a weight on his chest.
"You'd would wanna stop me right? Of course you would!" He said like he jested with a chuckle.
"You would try to beg...I would say it's non-negotiable. Then you would use your money...I would refuse and then...Well, you would probably try and kill me" He explained, his eye's going back to the youngest daughter and examining her again, his face now looking more like he was admiring her like a piece of art.
Mr. Townsend remained frozen, his movements being his trembling hands and quiet, almost absent breaths.
"They always try, some better then others, but they all, always die. Do you know how many people I've asked that question to? How many fathers, mothers, brothers, and daughters I've killed, leaving only one daughter or son left to be used by the hands of...Well whoever hired me at the time?" He asked rhetorically, his voice sounding like he was giving a lesson like a teacher.
He looked down at his hand still on the youngest daughters throat, how her neck was so small...How he could snap her spine right now if he wanted to.
"So many dead children...So many dead families, robbed futures and shattered hearts of loved ones." He trailed off, a hint of sorrow in his voice as he spoke.
"I've been to all there funerals...You'd think there would be no way I could make all of them but...When a family dies...People usually just hold one funeral for all of them, it saves time and money after all...Just think of the cost of all of coffins alone" He explained in an odd, grim irony.
He looked over at the oldest boy, who was probably 16 or 17. The boy's face looked like the very meaning of hatred and anger all in a single face. The man in black smiled at the site. He almost looked scary despite his vulnerable state.
The man in black turned to one of the dark wizards that was standing by.
"You! Remove the boy's blind fold and gag" He ordered.
The dark wizards nodded and walked over to the boy to begin to untie the blindfold first, revealing piercing blue eye's that immediately shot a hard glance into The man in blacks.
The boy's gagged was removed as well, once he was he groaned a little from the pain in his jaw but didn't say anything.
The man in black let go of the youngest daughters throat and walked over to the boy, kneeling down in front of his so he was looking over him, his cloak casting a shadow over the boy so only The man in blacks eye's and mouth could be seen.
"What's your name?"
The boy struggled to look up at him from laying down on his stomach. He looked unafraid when he did though.
"Malick" The boy said through his tightly pressed together teeth. Sounding like a rabid puppy.
"Malick, my boy let me ask you something..." He trailed off, leaning in a little closer to Malicks face.
"Do you hate me?" He asked with a smile.
"Yes" He replied simply, looking almost calm in his aggression, like he was just waiting for his moment and being cooperative just for a moment, as if he was confident that he wouldn't be here fore long.
"Good...Now what would you do if I took you with me, and killed you Mom, Dad and your sisters?"
Malick gasped and his eye's shifted over to them, looking afraid for there lives. His eye's shot back to The man in black, looking almost like he was going to lunge at him and bite him at a moments notice.
"No...No if you do I would kill you! Rip you apart piece by piece!" Malick shouted furiously, his eye's watering up as he did. His emotions running so deep he was almost crying tears of rage.
The man in black smiled and nodded. He saw a little, innocent girl fighting with the only one she called friend in an arena for a moment when he heard that. The rage on Malicks face almost a perfect mirror of Quincies during there last exchange.
His smile looked like a grin of satisfaction over something he had created, something he made with his own hands. His grin however...His lip quivered for just a moment...

"I truly hope so Malick..." He said in a cold expression, one with a hint of what looked like grief.
The man in black closed his eye's and broke eye contact with Malick, standing up to his feet.
"You see the monster your son as become Mr and Mrs Townsend? He's mine now, he will now live for me, just as another little girl does. He will grow strong, he will find meaning life, and he will have me to thank." He explained, walking over to Mr and Mrs Townsend, the gun still in his hand which he pointed at the both of them.
"I am his father now, it is because of me that he will grow, not you...He will be just like my daughter who's just below us. Malick has no use for you anymore..." He explained before aiming the gun at Mrs. Townsends head first, and slowly began to pull the trigger.

"No please no!!!" Malick cried as the lives his parents would be gone in mere seconds.

Kihia watched as Quincy took off, darn it Quincy… He stood there for a moment when he heard Naraca’s remark, “Indeed… lets make sure that doesn’t happen… Finding the weapons shouldn’t take me long… I will rejoin you two as soon as I can…” He then took off towards a magical source he picked up, that had a small trace to his own magical power, That must be where Icarus is… Kihia turned towards the corridor where he sensed the magical presence coming from. He saw the other two musketeers standing in the door way weapons drawn facing inside the room. He saw Icarus and the Geruks tied together on one of their backs and Naraca’s great sword leaning against the wall, he then quietly walked up behind them and pulled Icarus off her back, “I will be taking this back…” They both jumped from him suddenly appearing behind them, Kihia walked forward and sheathed Icarus and drew both of the Geruks.

“What are you thinking?” Atma quickly barked at Kihia, he stood there for a moment examining the situation, “I came back for our weapons… and I have some unfinished business with these men..” The fifteen remaining men looked at Kihia and laughed, “You honestly think you can take us all on at once boy your naïve!” Kihia gently shook his head and started channeling his magical power to his weapons and then suddenly released a large portion of his magical power(aura burst activated), An ice blue aura enveloped Kihia and swirled around him, “Ice Make… Chained partisans…” The two Musketeers suddenly felt a magical pressure put on them as well as the other men showed signs of the feeling. “Your boss has hurt my Teammate… I must quickly dispatch of you all to aid them…” One of the grunts struggled to speak, “What… we won’t lose that easy….” Kihia then adopted a wide stance, “We shall see…” He then suddenly spun around extending both chains which quickly caught and wrapped around two separate men, “Athma, Atma you may want to duck…” Kihia then reversed his spin yanking the two men off their feet and slamming them into their companions sending them flying in multiple directions. Kihia watched as six men weren’t trying to get up where the other seven were slowing getting up, he then whipped the weapons up and down slamming the two men to the floor knocking them out, “Seven to go…”

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Atma stood there awestruck, she had trouble trying to move from the magical pressure be emitted by this one Lamia Scale mage, “Who did they send us??”

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OOC Status Report:
Health: 100%
Mana: 72.5%
Actives: Ice Make Chained Partisan Two more posts
Cooldowns: Ice Make Guardian: Three more posts

Quincy bolted through the halls covered in lightning searching for the man in black. She had unfinished business with this poor bastard and he had no excuse to stop her this time with no one to stop her when she gets there. She is finally going to put an end to this mans reign of terror causing many lives including her own to be ruined. Just before she just bolted past the other musketeers who seamed to be busy with their own fight at that moment. Her heart races just as fast as her little lightning covered legs could. Soon a turn came up into a straight corner of the hallway where she just turned her legs over to her sides and ran along them to keep her speed going. She had one thought right now, Kill.

Just as she was about to pass another doorway she heard the voice. The man was in that room harassing the family she was sent here to rescue. But instead of just barging in there like she normally would, she listened to what the man in black had to say. Once he said something about ending the life of the Townsends Quincy sprung into action with a solid surprise kick straight into the neck of the Man in black. "If you so dare lay your finger on anyone in this family I will give you a fate worse than death!" She shouted under a strong scowl.

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Atha made eye contact with Atma "I don't know. But it looks like they can handle themselves in a fight."

It wasn't hard to follow Quincy's trail. She's been leaving burnt black foot print marks. Her steps all over the place but they now doubt carried a pattern of someone frantically searching for something like there life depended on it. Naraca and Portha were following each foot step. She would find The man in black, that he was sure of. However he hoped they could get there in time to stop either one of them before someone got killed.

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The man in black's finger slowly began to squeeze the trigger. Yet as he did, the door behind him suddenly burst open. His head perked up and he turned around to face whatever it was that decided to so rudely interrupt him. He turned around he thought he would be seeing a door, instead he saw a large, dark brown foot shape that blotted out his vision and rammed into his face. He was able to do nothing more then keep his neck straight so the kick would snap his spine. The sudden power, and electrically burning impact sent his straight back and right in between Mr and Mrs Townsend and his back hit the book shelf behind  him and sent several books down in front of him, and some bouncing off his his head. His knee's buckled and he almost collapsed from the loss of breath from the hard wood on the book shelf indenting a large bruise into his back.
"Dwoaaaah!" Was the sound that came from his mouth as the air was forced from his lungs and his vision blurred, nearly passing out from the impact.
Drops of blood dripped down to the ground and he tasted blood, feeling a warmer liquid on his lips as his nose began to bleed and get caught on his mustache.

There were 4 dark guild wizards in with him at the time, all of whom pulled out not swords, but guns.
"Kill her!" One man called out as he took out his pistol from his hip holster.
A voice came from the door as well as the man did this. The words were "Bone Bullets"  

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Naraca and Portha came rushing in through the door, Naraca pointing both hands with his fingers extending out in the direction of two of the four soldiers. A single bullet coming from each of his 10 fingers and shooting out, slamming into the heads of two men who were point the guns, knocking them out.
Portha had her gun and sword out, she quickly shot at the two other men with stun shots. Taking them both out before they could pull the triggers themselves.
The quick actions followed by the sounds of gun shots caused some of the Townsends to scream or yell and get down low and avoid the phantom bullets.
Seeing them Naraca felt relieved, but his feeling of worry toppled that, as he knew this was a terrible place for them to fight.
He also saw Quincy, and The man in black with his back against a book case.

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The man in black shook his head side to side to clear his vision and get his senses back. He took a couple breaths as well.
"Hah...Hah...So! The prodigal daughter returns!" He yelled out as droplets of blood flew from his lips and onto the floor. His hand that was still holding the pistol suddenly came straight up and the gun pointing right at Quincy's head.

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"Look out!!" Portha cried as she pointed her gun towards The man in black and quickly fired with pin point accuracy. The bullet smacking the gun violently right out of The man in blacks hand with a loud ping.
"Agh!" He grunted out from the spike of pain in his hand. He looked towards Portha with angry eye's and he teleported with a quick black blur and reappeared right in front of Portha.
She jumped back a little from the sudden black hooded figure in front of her. Before she could react he grabbed her wrist that was holding the gun and he pulled her towards him, the gun going besides him as a second hand, made into a fist made a quick jab at her face. She tucked her chin and let the mans knuckled her forehead yet she was still pushed back.
Naraca who was beside her reached for the man but he teleported on the other side of her.
The man in black threw a strong leg kick and kicked her on her ankles and swiped her legs out from under her. Her back in the ground with a thud and the moment it did lifted up his foot to stomp on her.
Naraca took the opportunity and jumped over her body to go straight for The man in black, extended his long leg out for a front kick.
With a growl the black hood teleported behind Naraca as the large man landed where the man was once standing. He attempted to shoot a quick right punch on Naraca's kidney.
Predicting, and taking the chance that The man black likely appeared behind him Naraca shot his foot straight back and spun his body as he did, performing a spinning, backwards roundhouse kick.
The man in black tucked his head in and let the strong bone of the heel just barely pass his head. The fabric of his hood grazing the dark skin and it passed. All of these things happening in at a quick pace.

The man in black looked towards the Townsends briefly, then the four downed guards he had here.
"Heheh" He chuckled with a smile as he realized his advantage in this fight.
He looked towards the first downed guard and teleported right over him. He picked up the mans long sword then teleported to another guard, grabbing his sword as well. All of this happening within just a second and he suddenly had two swords, one in each hand. With his devious smile back on his face, even as blood surrounded it he teleported back towards the Townsends and as he phased in, he was already swinging one blade at Mrs Townsends head, looking to chop it clean off.

Naraca could barely keep track as The man in black grabbed two swords, but he was able to see him now right beside Mrs Townsend with a sword going for her neck. The man in black didn't seem to care for these hostages any more.
Using all of the strength his body could naturally muster he rammed his foot into the ground and carried himself forward to run towards the hooded man to stop him.
"Stop him!!" Naraca barked, knowing that he wouldn't make it in time, but Quincy was no doubt much closer and had a small chance of being able to stop him.

Kihia faintly sensed both Quincy’s and Naraca’s magical signatures rising somewhere on the 2nd floor, I need to get to them… as soon as possible, he then turned his attention to the seven men around him, he adopted a wide stance as the men started to surround him completely. “You will pay for doing that to us! You may be more powerful but we have numbers on our side!” The seven dark mages then extended out their hands and said in unison, “Unison Earth Make! Seven Pronged Crash!” Kihia watched as a large magic circle appeared underneath him, with seven serrated pillars forming around him. Kihia sighed and looked around at the pillars, he sighed and extended out his right arm focusing on the spell, “May this spell be frozen in time… so that I may go and aid my friends…” Kihia watched as the earth pillars slowly started to turn into ice, however when the mages saw this they growled a bit and rotated their hands a bit.

“Earth Make… Blast Shards!” Kihia watched as the serrated spikes from the edges shoot out from the remaining parts of the spell. The spikes crashed into Kihia’s body, then exploded sending rocks and debris everywhere… Kihia dropped to a knee, “That was an impressive spell combination… however… you will need more than that to take me down…” Kihia then sprang forward, his ice chains following along behind him. As he got to the first mage he kneed him in the gut, making him fly back and fall unconscious, he then swung both of the chained partisans at the next nearby mage and sliced across their chest. Kihia then saw two of the other mages running up to him, Just because I can’t withdraw my weapons in time does not mean I am open to attack… Kihia suddenly threw the Geruk’s down making them get stuck in the floor, Kihia then turned around and grabbed them by their necks and slammed them into the floor. “I told you I cannot waste time on you all… my friends are in a fight that I need to be there for…”

Time seamed to slow down again. Her eyes followed the man in black carefully, even after he started to teleport again. Quincy was fixed on her target and ready to stop him at any cost. Then he moved towards a sword and then to Mrs.Townsend. The blade launch itself at her neck ready to remove her head from her shoulders. She turned instantly to see Naraca break the floor to send himself to try and stop the man in black. She knew he wasn't fast enough.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. A large brush of wind launched past her and a harp pain started ringing in her left arm. Her eyes opened to see that she was over the townsend mother, with the blade caught in Quincies left hand. Her lightning arced from her palm where the blade has struck so that it didn't penetrate her skin too far. With a quick movement the lightning that was arcing the blade sent a shock into the hands of the man in black disarming him. Another arm rushed up to grab the neck of the man in black and threw him to the ground. With her good arm still holding him in place she yelled at him with her piercing crimson eyes "You were talking about me! Tell me what did you do! You can't run because if you teleport you are taking me with you!" Her bloodied hand dripped rapidly onto the ground next to the man in blacks head while being balled Into a fist. A single tear ran down her face while remaining unblinking.

Quincy was truly as quick as lightning. The amount of money The man in black had made on her quickness. How many of her match's he had watched and oh he could never forget her techniques. He knew everything about her, and he knew all to well her habits in battle. How she rushed right after him. Yet he was far from expecting the sword to stop dead in it's tracks.
"Huh?" Was the sound that came more from his throat rather then his mouth as he found no blood splatter hit the books on the book shelf. Nor the dropping of any heads. Instead Mrs. Townsend shuffled her way farther away from him and his sword was being held by Quincy's left hand.

Lightning arced and surged through the metal and went right into The man in black's hand, causing an immense pain as all the muscles seized up and his hand was forced open, dropping the sword as a result.
"Grr" He growled from the lightning shock.
Quincies second hand went for his neck, oh how she loved to dominate in a fight. Although his hand still stung, the sword in his other hand did not.
The hand that went for his neck was right underneath where the tip of the blade was. So he quickly tipped it up, and shot his arm straight up so the sword would impale Quincies wrist before her hand reached his throat.
His second hand, now free of the shock would instead grab her throat. His gloved hand to wrap tightly around her neck.
His smile came back and he'd move his face closer to her's so it was only inches away.

"Look at what I've made you..." He would said in a whisper to her with a devious smile on his face if everything happened uninterrupted so far. Witnessing her hatred, her rage.

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"Quincy!" Naraca shouted, catching up to The man in black and Quincy. He figured The man in black would notice and likely dodge anything he did, but he wanted to get the bosses attention before things got worse.
The man in black and Quncies exchange was fast, and regardless of if The man in black was holding her by the throat and a sword was in her arm, he'd still run right up to the boss to get his attention. Throwing a quick straight right punch, not really trying to smash his head in but just land a shot to daze him.

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Weather it was by holding Quincy or through another one of her attacks The man in blacks attention shifted to the large man coming straight for him. He saw he was close to the wall and couldn't teleport back or to the right. He would abandon the sword that was through Quincy's wrist and let go of her throat.
His eye's would shift to the left and he would teleport to the right to appear out of harms way. Yet the moment he did he heard the big man shout
"Portha!!"

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The Musketeer Portha, who so far has hit bullseye's with every shot she's ever fired with her gun, ensured she would not miss this time as she sheathed her sword to hold her pistol with both hands and wait for the exact second The man in black got in site.
Once he did, she pulled the trigger and fired right at him the moment he appeared in the one area where he was able to at the time.

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The gun shot was quick, and it would now be proven to all that The man in black could not dodge everything.
He was occupied with Quincy and the giant that he hadn't time to register what the Musketeer was doing. The very second he teleported he heard a gun shot, then felt a sharp pain in his left thigh.
"Ah!" He'd growl out for a moment in pain as his knee felt like it was going to give way for a moment.
"You bitch" He said in a low guttural growl with his throat like he was gurgling something.
He teeth were grit together and he took a step towards her with his good leg before she suddenly pulled the trigger and fired another shot.

The bullet whizzed right towards him, and passed through the afterimage of where he used to be before he teleported right behind her.
Once behind her he'd wrap one over her shoulder and place his hand right on her chin, while the other would go on the back of her head.
"Take a nap" He'd say before he would turn both his hands and proceed to try and snap her neck.

However, the floor began to rumble violently once he put his hands on her. SOmething was happening a floor below them

Kihia stood up after knocking out two more men, he then turned and looked at the four remaining men. They had begun recklessly charging at him, Number one rule in combat… never rush your opponent… He then reached around and grabbed the top end of Icarus, and then sent a bit of his magic power down into it releasing it from his sheathe just as the four men got in reach. Kihia very quickly whipped Icarus around his shoulder and slammed it across the four men sending them flying and knocking them out.

Kihia then reached around sheathing Icarus again, he nodded and picked up the Geruks and wrapped the ice chains around his arms. Kihia then looked at the two Musketeers, “Better make your needed arrangements for an arrest… I have business to attend to…” He then walked over and picked up Naraca’s Great sword and then ran out of the room before they could respond. He ran through the hallways, eventually coming to a room where there were sounds of a conflict happening on the floor above.

Kihia glared at the ceiling and then planted Naraca’s greatsword in the floor, I know this is risky… but this is the best way I can help them in a short time period… He stood there listening to the movements above him gauging where people were, he then nodded and grabbed the Geruks and unwrapped the chains, “For Quincy…” Kihia then started to twirl the chain in his right hand and shot it upwards through the ceiling, he then pulled back on it making the chained partisan hit the floor where he heard no sounds coming from and pulled. When it fell back through he then unleashed a flurry of attacks that rocketed through the ceiling, always aiming where there was no sound. He then finished by thrusting both Chained partisans through intact pieces of the ceiling, where he had heard no movement from before, and got the partisan blades stuck on the ceiling above. “Sorry for the damage… but I will make sure no one dies…”

He then pulled down on them with all his might causing the ceiling to start to collapse above him. The chain Partisans then shattered and watched the ceiling crumble and fall, he then saw a large piece start to fall with Quincy and the man in the black falling with it. Quincy had the man in black pinned and the man in black also had a gash on his right shoulder by one of the holes in the floor, I must have gotten lucky on that first swing.... As they separated Kihia ran up and grabbed onto the man in black’s left should and continued on and slammed him into the wall, “No one hurts my friends…” Kihia then stared coldly into the man in black’s eyes and then said, “Is everyone else ok?”

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One of the maids sat their, cowering in fear over what was going on. The fight was terrifying for her, watching the four people fight it out, the hulking man trying to land a hit on the boss of the kidnappers, the Musketeer trying to help protect her Masters lives, and more importantly the young girl whose purple lightning seemed as intense as her rage that burned against the man. I want this all to be over soon…  Suddenly out of nowhere a chain of ice shot out of the floor slicing across the man in black’s right shoulder, making him yell out in pain and drop the other sword he held, before arcing back to an empty space and tearing across the floor, “What in the…?” She then screamed as it was followed by multiple strikes coming out of the floor, away from everyone, “No no no no! Not the fancy carpet! Or the books! Wait… NOT THE FLOOR!” She screamed that as the two ice looking spearheads got stuck on the floor which started to make creaking sounds, before it all came down.

Quincy stood up in the rubble brushing a pile of wood off of herself. A small pool of blood poured into the floor as she stood there breathing heavily trying to catch her breath. She spit out a nice bit of blood as she wipe her face, which was bleeding from the fall. When the mission was done the nurses and doctors back at the guild are going to have some serious issues with the team. She took three steps towards he man and then collapsed onto her knees while still taking deep breaths. "This is my fight......." She stood back up and started walking again.

The beaten and battered girl limped while covered in cuts, bruises and burns with a few pieces of wood sticking out of her hair. She was in no shape to continue with all the wounds she has taken in this one mansion alone. She looked at her hands and removed her ruined gloves. "......Closed......Circuit....." She pressed her palms together lightly and then her famous two giant arms came out and dragged along the floor as she walked towards the man. She knew perfectly well that if she kept on fighting, especially with the hole in her wrists, she would over exert herself and pass out from blood loss. But this man needed to pay and most importantly she needed answers.

She lightly went up to the man in black and wrapped the giant hand lightly on his shoulder, brushing Kihia away from the man in black, as if she was defeated and asked him "You were talking about me when I interrupted you weren't you? Please tell me what happened to my parents? I need to know what happened...." Her crimson eyes met his with a single tear ran down her face. The look of defeat was not one she wore well, especially with her body so ragged.