We conquer paradise just to burn it to the ground...

[of_rageandruin]

When archangels go to war, it doesn't tend to be in Romana's typical sleek sedans with tinted windows. More often, it's in vans - large, windowless, capable of holding a good-sized group of archangels and their weaponry. An obscene number of these vans are now pulling up around the Main Gauche, doors swinging open and angels with a variety of large

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[ohsogrounded]

Oh no. Oh no.

These angels... They're not the good guys. Good guys just don't invade an apartment complex. Elashte worked on a cure for the plague. Elashte got her a place to stay. The demons, the supposedly bad guys, are the ones that have been helping people.

And now there's an angel coming at her and... Something in her head clicks over, because she's so scared she doesn't know how to be more scared of this guy. And when she's all out of fear, all that's left is anger. So. Much. Anger.

She doesn't have a weapon, doesn't have anything she can use, except... The ground beneath her feet.

She can feel it, feel each subtle shift in the dirt underfoot, feel the places where it's pitted with bullets and blasted away.

She looks at the angel again.

"No. Not here. You're not going to fucking kill anyone here." And she reaches down with that sense she didn't even know she had until a few months ago. Until the earthquake. She feels the ground beneath him, and she tells it, with just a little mental twist, to give way beneath him, to separate and soften and pull him down...

And once he's neck-deep, she wills it hard again, trapping him there. A moment later she realizes what she's done.

"...holy shit." She stares at him, wide-eyed, trying to overcome the sudden dizzy feeling.

Okay, maybe that 'little mental twist' wasn't as little as she thought it was. But she was really, really angry.

[apocalypticos]

"Woah! Hey, I wasn't-- I was just gonna get you someplace safe, kid, Jesus, let me out!"

Kaegan is obviously not pleased by this turn of fate, and keeps shouting, catching the attention of the group he'd been with.

And then, just as suddenly as the earth opened up to swallow him, he stops yelling as his head goes rolling across the scorched grass. Tamara always was fond of her machete. She grins briefly at Amber. "Nice one, kid," she calls, and goes on to attack the rest of the little group Kaegan had been part of.

She goes down, but she takes more than half of them with her.

[ohsogrounded]

Amber stares. She didn't want that, she didn't want him to die. She just wanted it to stop. She wanted all of it to stop. She staggers off to the side, sinking to the ground where she's out of the way, and she throws up.

A lot.

By the time she looks up again, Tamara's down, and there are more angels nearby. If she traps them, they could die. If she doesn't, they'll kill more people.

...The angels are not the good guys.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, and digs her hands into the soil beneath her. It's harder this time. Maybe it's the fact that she's got to sink more of them and she's already dizzy and sick, maybe it's just that she doesn't have the righteous anger fueling her anymore. No one's good here, but the angels struck first.

The group doesn't sink as deep, but they do go down, and Amber crawls into the nearest bushes she can find. She doesn't think she wants to walk. Just hide, be safe, make everyone stop killing each other...