Feudal America - A super-power RP in modern day America (Game Thread)

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hey...

hey.

HEY!

Fromanzio kicked his subconscious off the controls and woke back up. The destruction was evident but the lady was gone again and he assumed he had killed her. He hummed a few notes of amazing grace and flew back off. There was a psychic under that rubble. Fromanzio was going to be damn well sure he grabbed her.

"Miriam! If you can't hear this that means you are dead! If you are alive, get out so Fromanzio can fix that!"

What the hell...oh he...okay anyway umm where was I going with this? Yeah just, I quit. Go nuts cowboy.

OH JOY!
 

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Matthew's ascent through the office building was rewarded with a glimpse of Mark and Dirk, the latter carrying the former to safety, right through the hole they had came from. He was too late, damn it. Aiken took a step towards the hole in the wall, observing the chaos outside. Things were still going down in the alley it seemed, but from here he couldn't get a good view. More so, he could see two people running down the streets in his direction, they were ordinary humans by the looks of it. One was wielding a baseball bat and the other had a handgun. They were running towards the alleyway, which couldn't be good for the people there.

Aiken himself had more or less healed. He felt a little numb, but the severe pain was gone. He felt the predator within return, like a shark skimming the surface of the sea, fin exposed. A grin crept over Matthew's face as he ripped off the scarf from around his neck and tossed it aside. He pulled up his long sleeves again, exposing his claws.. This time, he wouldn't be denied. Matthew waited, biding his time as the two came closer, just as they were about run beneath the hole, Aiken leaped out.

He landed right on top of the poor sod with the gun, smashing his face into the concrete. With a predator's grace, his claws wrapped around the man's throat. They slipped through his throat like a hot knife through butter, causing blood to pool under him as he gurgled and tried to express his pain and shock. Aiken gingerly took up the gun, removing the clip and tossing both the gun itself and the clip in opposite directions. The other person, a woman with longer brown hair and a dirty face stood dumbstruck with an expression of horror etched on her face.

Matthew stood up and smirked, revealing rows of sharp teeth as he kept one foot on the now dead man. She quickly snapped out of her shock, running at Aiken with her bat raised, but for all the good it could do her, she might as well have moved in slow motion. Aiken's stepped to her side, letting a burst of adrenaline fuel him as his palm crashed against her chest. The relatively small woman bumped into the wall of the office building, again, unable to comprehend how someone or something could outpace her so much. As Matthew stepped up to her, she tried to raise her bat again to strike him, only to have a claw make it's way into her biceps, it was horribly painful and made her freeze in pain, as moving caused the claws to rip further into her arm, scraping at the bone.

With her forearm exposed, Matthew's teeth clamped down on her wrist, bone was crushed and flesh ripped as the bite chomped off her hand, causing the baseball bat with the hand still clutching it to fall to the ground. The woman screamed at the top of her lungs, the scream resounding over most of 4th avenue right until the point where Aiken's second claw ripped her throat open, causing the woman to collapse and bleed out, still clutching her stump of a hand. Matthew meanwhile chewed on the wrist bone, looking towards the alleyway where all the commotion was coming from. It was time to check it out, he figured, sprinting towards it in the shade of the building.
 

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Rico kept running, despite hearing guns break out in front of the hospital. Guns? Why the guns?

Rico ached to go back and help, but he wouldn't while the witch-doctor was still there. People needed help elsewhere.

Run harder.

Suddenly, a turn in the alley network dropped him into some sort of surrealist fever-dream. Two men were there, horribly wounded. One sat, one kneeled with a gun. Aiming at... a furious woman was wrapped in a tree.

The tree was... alive?

Rico tried to reconcile this. He stopped. He gawped for a second. He looked at one of the bloody men. The bloody man looked back, urging him away. Save yourself, his eyes said.

Rico's survival instinct, however, was entirely dulled.

He stepped forward and yelled to no one in particular, "WHAT THE BALLS IS THIS?"
 

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James rolled over from his back to his side. Looking around he could see a man in an alleyway, the man looked back at him and stepped into the street yelling "WHAT THE BALLS IS THIS?" Who was this man? What was he doing?

James looked at Jenna McNeil, he saw he under attack by the Ent-Man and he saw John raising a rifle 'Where had that come from, was it the one the woman dropped?' After all Jenna had sustained there must be a breaking point soon. Surely she could not withstand all of these attacks?

James could hear the sounds of battle all around him, the city was in turmoil. 'Is this the mewling cry of a new time? Or simply the dying gurgle of the McNeils?'
 

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Saturday hung up the office phone just as Luke came in the door.

"" he asked.

""

Within 5 minutes, all of Saturday's gang were in the hospital with various weapons. They spread out to check on the patients as thier leader ordered, and two of his lieutenants brought him all of the recently deceased patients. There were 23 that had died that day, and now it was time to put them to use.

Saturday arranged the bodies according to ritual in the basement. He set up all the proper herbs and spoke every ritual word perfectly. Then, he carefully applied his Zombie Powder to each bodies' open mouth.

""

Each corpse began to twitch and move, their cold limbs suddenly became animate. Their wills were nonexistent, and their minds were in Saturday's possession. He left them down there and exited the basement, locking the entrance behind him.

He changed into his favorite flashy red outfit, then ordered his followers to take positions in front of the entrance and along the second floor windows. He stood on the entrance steps and looked out into the streets. There were frightened and angry McNiel soldiers fighting with equally frightened and angry rioters and looters, turning the area around the hospital into a bloody mess.

"FIRE!" Saturday commanded.

His cult opened fire on the McNiel soldiers, and anyone in the street with a gun. The victimized civilians dove for cover, and then the shooting stopped. As the cult reloaded, many curious faes poked out from behind cover, or raised from facing the street. There was a pregnant pause before cries of relief and gratitude from the rescued citizens began. Saturday held up a hand and the crowd was quiet.

"We 'ave come to delivah you from de evil of de McNiels'. Come ond take sheltah in de hospital. If you wish to 'elp, take a wepon before you come in. I am Brothuh Sata-day. My people will keep you safe."

There were more cries of gratitude as the people on the street migrated into the hospital, there sudden and un-expected safe haven. two or thee dozen people picked up guns and other weapons from the fallen on the street and joined in guarding the hospital.

Saturday picked out 5 teenage boys and girls from the crowd and told them to go and spread the word that the Children of Samedi have declared sanctuary in the hospital.

Once they had scampered off, Luke came up to Saturday reverently.

Before he could speak, the witch doctor said, ""

I won't be available for the next 2 and a half hours, so I won't be able to respond to everyone's reactions to this development right away.
 

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Yo. Overriding some of your shit. Brace yourself.

Having met Fromanzio in her path, Lenneth tried to attack but was brutaly subdued by the mad clown. Throwing her off balance, the mad clown clipped the wings of the angel and sent her plummeting to her death. Before George could save her and run out, Fromanzio himself stopped him with a punch square in his jaw, sending him through a wooden door into a room with four beds and dolls lying around. It was the room where George's Nieces live... used to live, and the thought of them downstairs enraged the man. Being trapped in a small room rendered his power nigh useless, but he could at least try to pull the crazed clown out of his way and return to the air.

"You mad man, what the hell are you doing here? You're not a part of the military, and... and...", George's eyes widened as he recognized the man standing in front of him.

"I know you - Fomell... You... You... How the fuck did you end up here?", he screamed at the deranged psycho.
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Dirk and Mark, having endured their crash into the building jumped down below to meet the rest of their team. Manny already gone, Dirk gave the bleeding Mark to Sarah that had managed to fix him in a matter of minutes. In the meanwhile, more than a few things had happened. Henry had opened fire on the squad, and as a result Mitchel returned the favor, almost hitting the frog man and forcing him to move away from the roof's edge. A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the street as Matthew finished with his crime against humanity, giving the two poor citizens of the city a welcome worthy of a butcher's worst enemy.

Manny had emptied his fairly large 40 bullet magazine onto the house and the approaching woman. Without thinking he stopped his breath and moved away, letting the clip fall to the ground and loading the rifle with another.

"WHY!? Why have you done this!?"

The demanding tone from the invincible woman seemed to have intrigued Manny. He knew that those who shot at them from the truck fled to the house, so they must have been harboring the McNeil. Manny let himself breath and opened himself for all to see. He stood more than ten feet away from the truck and the enraged iron woman, standing further away form 4th avenue.

"The shooters on the truck, McNeil, came in your house. You're one of them. The united states government will not tolerate the secession of its states and cities. This sort of shit is out of the question, and you're a part of it, Jenna!", Manny shouted at the woman who seemed to be Jenna from his report on the McNeil family. He was trying to figure out a way to kill her when she charged at him again. Manny held his breath and moved aside, Sarah oblivious to his position as he tried to position himself behind her.
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This was it for Jenna. The tree thing having teared at her flesh, she could hardly resist. Fond memories of her and Ben raced through her mind, and as the thing raised her in the air her eyes caught a glimpse of what used to gently kiss her behind the restaurant on main-street, so Flinch couldn't tell. Her eyes darted back towards John who had trained his rifle at her. In a show of strength equal to one of Hercules', she broke through some of the vines to catch the woman who tried to flee the war-zone and pulled her back by her hair. John, having already sent a bullet at the woman's stomach was horrified to discover he had shot his own friend as she tried to escape. Jenna smiled at John as the roots tore deeper into her flesh, slowly pulling it off her skeleton. She smiled until her lips were eaten away, memories flashing through her eyes.
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"I know you - Fromell... You... You... How the fuck did you end up here?"

Fromanzio dropped his guns. "F-Fromell? Wh-who is that? Ha...." Fromanzio sounded unsure, as if he was arguing with something.

So the truth is out. I suppose you always assumed I had invaded you right? No, no you invaded me. I have tried to force you out but it seems now is my chance.

Fromanzio gripped his head and screamed. "You lie! You are the foreign one!" He was twisting and turning and a bit of sanity ushered its way through his lips for the first time in a week. "George...Get out of here before...he isn't going...sorry..." Fromanzio stopped.

Are you there? Hello? Hey...

How interesting...

Fromanzio looked at the ground laughing. "What does it matter? Fromell has been dead for a long time. Corpse should be cold from people like you...like me...heh. Why would it matter who it was trying to kill you? Accept the fact that everything happening now is your fault, then maybe Fromanzio will let you leave. He has come here for the lady. Family probably dead by now...haaaaaa"

Why are these memories so painful? Why aren't you speaking? ANSWER ME!
 

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What does it matter? Fromell has been dead for a long time. Corpse should be cold from people like you...like me...heh. Why would it matter who it was trying to kill you? Accept the fact that everything happening now is your fault, then maybe Fromanzio will let you leave. He has come here for the lady. Family probably dead by now...haaaaaa"

George stared at the clown, his eyes widening even more as the he finally grasps what is in front of him. He takes a step forward, his hands shaking in fear of the unknown. Something was wrong. Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

'Kill him, George! He killed Your brother Dan... and, and... your brother Ben!', Miriam's voice echoed through his mind and the fear quickly dissipated, the vacuum of emotions was quickly being filled with rage and hatred.

"You killed them... You killed my brothers, I loved... them!", George sprang forward, his power of flight barely lifting him in the room and catapulting him towards Fromanzio with George's first ready to connect with Fromanzio's face.
 

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"You killed them... You killed my brothers, I loved... them!"

Fromanzio's trance was broken by a fist in his face. Fromanzio flew back and hit the wall. It took him a second to register what had happened but he seemed snapped out of his state. He quickly sprung up and grabbed his club.

"We aren't sure who killed your brothers, but it wasn't us. Fromanzio has simply killed a few dozen civilians and...yeah that is actually about it. Now the real fun begins however. It seems you can't fly too well in here without all the wind. Shame really, but Fromanzio can fix that."

Fromanzio flew back and punched George straight in the jaw, sending him back a bit but George immediately came rushing back. It seemed that all of the deaths had effected him and he was going to take all of his rage out on Fromanzio. This time however, Fromanzio was prepared and he juked right out of George's way and grabbed one of his sub machine guns off the floor. He shot at George's back only to hear a clicking noise.

Always has to be out of ammo when you need to shoot someone really badly.

Fromanzio could see George getting up so he grabbed his other gun and flew out of the building, reloading his machine guns.
 

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"The shooters on the truck, McNeil, came in your house. You're one of them. The united states government will not tolerate the secession of its states and cities. This sort of shit is out of the question, and you're a part of it, Jenna!"

Jenna?

Sarah paused for a moment. He thought she was one of the McNeils? Not only that, but he claimed to be working for the US government. This was a strange turn of events indeed, but it didn't much change her hatred of the man. She charged forward once more, only for him to vanish again before she reached him.

Now she had no clue where he was, and running around like this was quickly exhausting her. Glancing up and down the street, she tried to spot some kind of hint as to where he had disappeared to, but there was nothing. Her attacks were beginning to seem futile, she could have all the force in the world, but it didn't help at all if she couldn't hit him with it. Angrily, she shouted out at the empty street before her, hoping the man was still around to hear it.

"You monster, even the McNeils didn't just gun down innocent people... Any 'government' that commits atrocities like this is an enemy to me, and to anyone with a conscience!"

She looked around hoping for a response, or for anything that would reveal the man's position.
 

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Charles rose up off the wall he retreated to. There were civilians all around, trying to take down the McNeil goons. He couldnt sit by and let them get mowed down. He rotated the dial on his glove in preperation to get in on the action, but as he did, gunshots echoed out from within the hospital.

The McNeil soldiers were down. The people saved. And the man that had done was calling out to them.

"We 'ave come to delivah you from de evil of de McNiels'. Come ond take sheltah in de hospital. If you wish to 'elp, take a wepon before you come in. I am Brothuh Sata-day. My people will keep you safe."

As the people began gathering weapons and packing into the hospital, Charles followed suit. He stay inconspicuous until he was well within the building, then called out to the followers on the first floor.

"Yo! Peps. I'm here to see this magnificent man they call Brother Saturday. Tell him a man of great power and wisdom has come to lend his assistance."
 

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The man with the gun fired. Bloody holes opened in the woman's belly. She smiled. She smiled the smile of death. She continued to smile as the holes widened, skin ripping quicker and quicker as it slid. She smiled until the damn smile ripped clean off her body.

Rico stood there, tranfixed, as if he was watching a particularly awful horror movie.

Finally, his mouth began to move, as he addressed those around him,

"WHAT. THE. HELL. WAS. THAT. GOD. DAMMIT."
 

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Warren felt sick. He wasn?t entirely sure if the cause was the very hasty devouring of a bunch of men, or the fact that he was literally flaying someone alive, or maybe the fact that he had indeed killed and eaten a bunch of men without any thought for their wants, needs and families. Though that last one didn?t seem as bad because? well if he hadn?t then there wouldn?t be a nice garden in the middle of the road, and gardens make everything better, even battlefields.

The woman in his arms twisted and screamed, and he reaffirmed his grip. It wasn?t that bad that she was struggling really, it meant less work for him; every movement she made just drew more skin from her, even if it was rather disgusting, but the noises his roots made as they chewed through the flesh was pleasing in a disconcerting way.

He was mulling over this sensation in a very detached manner when a man ran in on the scene, screamed some profanity and distracted Warren long enough for the now half-flayed woman in his arms to break free and grab at a civilian, using her as a meat-shield and taking the bullet that would have probably hit her in her gut, which was now an open bleeding hole in her side. Warren quickly brought his focus back on the present, and set his roots on her.

They clambered up her with obviously animalistic glee, taking larger and larger chunks out of her skin as they climbed, some gorging themselves on her fleshier thighs and breasts, others swaying, hypnotically, until they reached her head, where they stayed, dripping maws gazing into her terrified eyes. Then, softly, in an almost mockery of a kiss, they lowered and took her lips. Then the rest of her.

As Warren let her husk of a skeleton fall to the floor he noticed a few terrified looks directed his way. Fighting the urge to turn them into a nice set piece for his garden, he turned to them and bowed, slowly, and with much relish. His roots were still stripping the bones of the woman, and had begun breaking through to get at the marrow inside. Sickening crunches and delighted squeals punctured the relative silence of the scene.

"....." He opened his mouth to speak but not words came out. He cleared his throat, and tried again. "....Warrrrennnnnnnn...." He pointed at himself. "...danger....." He pointed at the pile of bones. "...gonnneeeee..."
 

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"Yo! Peps. I'm here to see this magnificent man they call Brother Saturday. Tell him a man of great power and wisdom has come to lend his assistance."

Saturday had seen the Juju surrounding the man in the purple shirt while he was still on the street. He had powers. Whether or not he could be put to use remained to be seen.

"I'm right 'ear bruddah." He said, stepping up behind the super stranger and putting a hand on his shoulder.

Saturday was prepared for an attack. He had already drunk a vial of Liquid Juju and had several weapons hidden on his person. Maybe this man was an agent of the McNiels, or the soldiers who started this. Either way, Saturday was prepared to kill him before he could do any damage.

"If ya tink you can 'elp, I'm all ears."
 

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Charles felt a firm hand gripping his shoulder.

"I'm right 'ear bruddah."

Charles turned his head to get a good view of the man. The first thing he noticed was that the man's outfit was rather stylish.

This is a classy dude. I wonder where I can get something like that in my color...

Chucky snapped back to focus as the man continued.

"If ya tink you can 'elp, I'm all ears."

"Oh course my brother! I do believe you wish to use the civies in some manner against the vile McNeils. Excellent plan chap. Excellent. But sending mere mortals to get the job done may lead to a bloodbath. Observe!"

Chucky set both his gloves to defensive mode and dropped a dark purple shield around both himself and Brother Saturday.

"This power of mine should do wonders in keeping the people's death count down. Feel free to put me where ever you see fit. Or send me in first if need be."
 

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"Fitting, Listening to my band's song Blitzkrieg... Oh, I sing for Inferno World..... Nice to meetcha...Now, got anything up your sleeve?" The man said, holding his arm out with a few sparks bouncing between his fingers. Well, this was unexpected; someone who wasn't trying to kill him and felt the first thing Gavin needed to know about him was that he was a rocker. Gavin grinned from under his hood, strolling forward and arming his grappling hook. He recalled hearing that band a few times while out with some friends. Small world.

"Yeah, I've got a few tricks." Gavin said, flexing his fingers. There were at least a dozen of these lunatics, flamethrowers in hand, burning everyone and everything insight. A number of paintings and drapes were already engulfed in flames.

He heard screams and crackles of charred flesh coming from both rioter and McNeil. Time to put an end to this. Gavin ran forward, jumping over one of the pyros before he could set him a flame. Gavin fired a dual grapple, a thin steel cable that pierced his propane tank and latched onto it, gas expelling from it. He then fired the second end of the grapple at another pyro, latching onto his flame thrower. The pyro tugged on his flame thrower, pulling his ally into him. Another pyro came up from behind Gavin, readying his weapon, but Ottis sent an electric charge arcing through the air, Blitzkrieg Bop blaring in ears. The charge harmlessly discharged off his sealed gas tank, but the pyro was sent reeling into the other two who were tangled. Gavin reduced the gravity around them and sent them into the air.

"Bop em, Blitzkrieg!" Gavin yelled, oddly enjoying the fight. Ottis gladly complied, firing another blast of arcing electricity at the three floating pyros. The charge passed through between the grapple, giving all three of them a good shock before igniting one of their punctured tanks. They were quickly engulfed in flames and the small explosion shook the room. Gavin let gravity take control, and they fell to the floor with a charred thud. Their bodies let out a hiss and a few finally faded yells, before finally dying. "Poor crazy bastards..."

"Well, that wasn't too bad." Gavin said, happy to have found a new ally. The moment was short lived as a number of clicks and the smell of burning air filled the room once more. The others had been watching, readying themselves. The pyros aimed their flame throwers.

"You just had to go and say it." Ottis groaned, charging up again. Gavin armed his grappling hook once more. "Yeah, I did."
 

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Matthew spat the bone out as he approached the alleyway. He was pretty sure more people had ran in there since. Taking his time to roll down his sleeves. He couldn't do much about the blood smudging his face though or the bullet holes riddling his body, exposing the healthy dark green scales beneath. His breath was a little sporadic, often causing green wisps of poison to leave his mouth, as he was breathing heavily. He forced the beast within down into the depths of his mind. It sounded like the situation had calmed considerably.

Just as he had thought, another man (Rico) Had made his way into the alley and was watching the scene with a confused or shocked expression. Which wasn't surprising because there was a garden growing here and a large freak of a man with gangly limbs. A mutated human, just like him, though this guy got the short end of the stick compared to Aiken. Matthew stepped throughout the shadows of the alleyway with his usual light steps, making himself a little harder to notice, except for perhaps, his mind.

He kept himself a fair distance from the garden, realizing that the plant like man probably had caused it, which meant there was nothing natural about it. There were.. people tangled into the garden, they had long since stopped struggling, probably because they were dead, though Matthew couldn't get a good view from his position. Sticking to the darker shadows, only Aiken's golden eyes were discernable as he observed.
 

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Guys. The Palace isn't collapsing due to an explosion because most of what Lunar Templar wrote was obliterated by me as non-cannon nonsense.
Are you feeling alright?
 

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"The shooters on the truck, McNeil, came in your house. You're one of them. The united states government will not tolerate the secession of its states and cities. This sort of shit is out of the question, and you're a part of it, Jenna!" Jenna? Who the hell was Jenna?

"You monster, even the McNeils didn't just gun down innocent people... Any 'government' that commits atrocities like this is an enemy to me, and to anyone with a conscience!"

Martin remained hidden when he heard the man speak however he quickly stood up. He didn't see him however he cursed and sat back down, he looked at the glass next to him on both sides, if that invisible man was to sneak up on him he would still hear glass break. Martin peeked over his cover looking around for the man. He saw that Sarah was wounded and the first thing he would do after killing this man was patch her up. Martin was surprised by her incredible speed and strength, while he had heard her tell about her power, he hadn't though that it would be that strong.
 

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John was still training his gun at Jenna, waiting for an opportunity

A mind burst onto the scene; "WHAT THE BALLS IS THIS?!" He didn't have much time to probe, but John quickly established that this was a young man, and oddly enough a young man without any fear whatsoever and without the same survival instinct as everyone else he'd encountered caught up in this chaos. Smart money was on a power of some sort - no one that young and that fearless would still be alive otherwise.

But while his mind wandered, his eyes did not. Not once did he take his eyes off Jenna, and so he was watching when with great strength she managed to break free from the vines as the Ent's mind temporarily wandered to this new interloper. But this time she would not be escaping for long, and John began to fire.
The first burst smacked into Jenna; some harmlessly bouncing off her ribs but others burying themselves in her soft stomach, sending blood splashing. But before he realised what happened, and just as he fired a second burst she had grabbed the remaining civilian woman, and as if she weighed nothing pulled her in front of her.

One of John's bullet tore a gash in the civilian's side, who fell to the ground even as the Ent's vines tore Jenna back into it's deadly embrace. Shock and remorse filled John, who ran towards her side and tried to stem the bleeding. But the blood was flowing like a river, and she had already passed out. Reluctantly he laid her down in the grass and left her side; his mind also withdrew from hers, which was quickly slowing and becoming weaker and weaker. She had been a friend, and would be dead soon and by John's hand, but there was nothing that could be done. He would grieve later; right now there were more pressing issues including two more injured on the street; the civilian man who had managed to crawl further from the fight and James, who had just got to his feet.

"WHAT. THE. HELL. WAS. THAT. GOD. DAMMIT."

Finally John turned his eyes to the new entrant; a heavily built college kid. "Help them! Please! Get them to the clinic!" he implored him and pointed at the road.

John began to get back to the road to do the same when he felt it. A mind, something predatory; unmistakably human but a predator nonetheless. As John began to navigate this new mind he quickly felt undercurrents of bitterness and anger at some great injustice. But overwhelmingly he realised that with two injured, they would not escape this man and if things did turn violent; with or without the gun which he now put down; they'd need help.

At that moment the Ent; having finally and totally subdued Jenna; spoke "...Warrrrennnnnnnn... danger.. gonnneeeee..."
The Ent... Warren's mind was also accelerating, losing the mental stupor and rigidity it had had when he had charged the soldiers. This was a good sign!

John began to walk towards Warren; "Warren. Warren, please, we need your help. There are people in danger; husbands, wives, children; here and all over the city. We are going to try and save them, but we cannot do it alone. And there are also plants in danger, and you cannot save them alone." Did he mention Warren's garden, his Magnolias? No, that would give too much away right now.

This was a gamble, but what choice was there? And it was not just the predator; there would be chaos all over the city which they would need to try and deal with. And a second collapse would mean storms were brewing... huge storm clouds that would consume even the largest of minds. He could almost feel it in his bones.

John offered his hand to Warren.