And I can guide a missile by satellite

[loves_war]

WHO: The Major and everyone who signed up to fight in the City.
WHERE: Locations across the City.
WHEN: 11 PM Friday evening.
WARNINGS: So. Much. Violence.
SUMMARY: Operation Gotterdammerung has begun, and with it Case Schwarze: a full air and ground assault against the ImPort community designed to prevent interference with the nuke in Washington.

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STILL MAJORLY OPEN PLEASE TAG just. obv he's here and all so yeah /has to tag in too

[unnamed_nothing]

Trowa flicked off the override mic he'd just used to issue evacuation orders just as Quatre began to mutter something about North Korea; he nearly missed it in the rumble of the tower shaking from the impact. Any words he was going to say in warning regarding mission security were swallowed when the lights went off, causing him to tense up a degree in preparation. Likely not a coordinated strike, that; just side effects of the damages so far, no doubt. Still, if the information he'd gotten off of the one imPort--Grey? He thought he remembered reading the name once. In any case, if it was right...

It surprised him how willingly he'd already adopted an alternate form for the advantages of enhanced senses and sheer MS-less killing power; more so that it was the monstrous one he tended to lose control over. But he could pinpoint Quatre's location by sound and smell alone, now, and that was important. Trowa wouldn't let the blond sneak out and try something stupid and self-sacrificing. Not with his current unstable mindset. It would probably be the first thing to go through the other's mind.

And given the comment that followed, he wasn't too far wrong.

"You leave. Now. Am going. Not you."

The soft thuds of unusually heavy footfalls threaded themselves along the underside of all the shouts and cries as he moved for the door of the office; the building shook again with a second impact and he dropped to all fours, snarling in defiance.

[inthirds]

It was a sudden chaos--well, sudden for someone hardly in the mood to try and follow that damn network of strangers and inquiries and empty promises. Not a day had passed and already Zelgadis was starting to hate this City all over again with a fresh distaste. A third more human than before, his ears were still sharp and acute to the sounds thundering around him, accented by civilian panic. Hardly two minutes into this and it was already a damn mess.

He wasn't used to the bite of stone and schrapnel anymore; golem skin spoiled him to those kinds of hurts. Now without that shield, he found himself in a tighter pinch than he would've liked. Tch! Annoying! A quick Ray Wing and a barrier for support and he could...

...But he wouldn't.

"Dug Haut!" Zelgadis slammed his palm against the concrete, and at his command the ground ahead rumbled and shot up in man-sized spires, thwarting the movement of a pack of those...whatever they were. Mazoku? Well, if that was the case, then he had the right medicine to fix that.

[windsofcourage]

So many of the buildings were under attack, Link couldn't decide which one to go and try to protect. He ended up picking the one that happened to be closest to where he was; Winner Corp.

Huh, he wondered to himself, I wonder what it won?.

No time for that! He had monsters to get rid of. Luckily, his sword had traces of silver in it; enough to mortally wound the vampires who were now swarming the building. He spotted a blue man with pointed ears like Liadrin and Koltira, but he didn't recognize him.

"Sir! Are you ok?!"

pay him no mind he thinks you're both employees

[unnamed_nothing]

Disapproval registered in his voice, but if he wanted the other to move on he had to allow some kind of freedom. It was a situation he was incredibly displeased with, but there was nothing he could do. Arguing further would waste time, and in the end, would go nowhere. He could already tell that Quatre was readying himself and anyway someone had to protect street level.

"Silver."

After snapping the lone word through thick jaws, he bolted down the corridor, leaping at the end and tucking himself into a ball, crashing through the already-cracked window and falling for a moment before latching onto the fire escape with strong, hefty hands, claws scraping against the metal with a painful screech as he came to a halt.

There was an enormous hole in the tower where the rest of the tower had been.

A curse, and he leapt to the nearest street-pole, sliding down the rest of the way like a deranged fur-covered fireman in the middle of a four-alarm fire. He could see two people standing there and ran to them, staring down at the tops of their heads with irritation. Snarling for attention, Trowa pointed to the last few remnants of fleeing workers.

"Order: Leave building. Obey!"

*token blueperson minority employee//now with less tensefail

[inthirds]

Multiple things seemed to happen all at once. First, the shaman spell did what he'd hoped--that was good. It gave Zelgadis something to smirk about in the midst of all that madness. The start of a good fighting groove in a foreign land tha--

Sir! Are you okay?

The foot Zel had planned to spring off of into action leadened as he spun on the hell, snapping his head around to look...down...and stare at the small, pointy-eared boy that'd just "sir"d him. Evil, potentially-mazoku men with guns were running all about shrieking and making a mess, and this boy was just standing there?

"Get outta h--"

The rush of wind and change in the atmosphere with the arrival of something looming sent warning bells off in Zel's head. He impulsively grabbed Link by the collar and scruffed him along, leaping away from...whatever it was, landing lightly yards away. Losing that metric ton of golem weight was rather handy, now that he thought about it.

But now wasn't a good time for that. He whirled around again, glaring at whatever it was that had...

Beastman?!

Okay. Now things were just getting weird. Zelgadis hadn't met a beastman on his side since he'd worked for the bad guys. Assuming the worst--as anyone had to in this mess--he drew his sword, stepping in front of the boy he'd dragged with him.

Interesting.

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[windsofcourage]

"Are you sure ca--" Link was cut off by the whole "being grabbed by his shirt collar" thing. "Uweh!! What are you doing?!" Couldn't this guy see the sword on his back? He was a real hero, darnit!

He squirmed free and turned to look at whatever it was the blue man had dragged him away from. Oh, that was a big lion man. He drew his sword as well, but turned around. Lion man on one side, vampires on the other side. Link decided to go for the vampires. He jumped with a loud "TEEYAH!" scream and sliced downwards.

[unnamed_nothing]

Now that he'd gotten a scent off the two that had been standing before him just moments ago, he realized that they were strangers, not workers for the company; it pleased some dark part of him that others had shown up to take on the battle. Still, the small blond one had the right idea--less time questioning the situation and more of it trying to prevent the building from being mobbed and invaded. He had no idea which of these 'vampires', if any, might have been sent to steal information or do additional sabotage work from the inside out. Perhaps one of them would know more about the operation...

Narrowing his eyes at the blue guy, distracted by the color to another set of thoughts, Trowa came to a decision. The people attacking were the enemies. He'd spared his, once before. Now he would not give the vampires the same chance to hurt the ones he needed to protect. Hopefully, neither would his companions.

Spitting out a thick-tongued word of thanks, Trowa bulled toward the crowd and leapt into the fray, clamping his mouth shut to prevent himself from ingesting any of the fiends' blood. One large hand-paw caught a vampire just below the chin on the up-jump, claws hooking into the skin and tearing the head free with the momentum of the movement; he hurled it at a second to knock it off balance and somersaulted before landing, the silver tail blade Hiruma had gifted him at Christmas slicing a red streak across the face of a third rushing to meet him.

He didn't have time to notice a few of the back-up generators already coming online in the buildings behind them, lights on the lowest floor flickering slowly back to life, or to see what the other two were doing by then. Taking a fist to the eye tends to be fairly distracting.

[inthirds]

Zelgadis didn't have time to argue or contest with a beastman who apparently wasn't about to gang up alongside the vampires and attack. The boy who'd put up a brief protest was already at work with his own sword. Zel smirked to himself, turning his blade away from the beast to the pack of attackers.

Right. The ones with the guns needed to go first; that missing third of golem was something to be missed now. He'd have to be quicker than those bullets. Get close, or...No.

Better. Let's see how these things deal with some heat.

The sword was sheathed to free up his hands. Zelgadis took point behind one of the fresh spires of earth he had created earlier to evade the gunfire, readying his spell. He spun out of hiding and, "Fireball!"

The red heat he'd conjured between his palms flew out, expanding and exploding into flames as it zipped towards its mark in a congested group of shooters. On contact, those flames exploded, scattering and singing bodies with a great fury.

Good. They burned. Now it's time to see if these things have souls.

The sword sang out of its sheath once again, and Zel made his charge into the chaos he'd created, his blade starting to crackle and redden with a shaman's spell. "Astral Vine!"

[windsofcourage]

These vampires were smart, much smarter than the zombies from before. They were more like regular people! How scary. Link had the advantage of being short and very very quick; but it also meant he wasn't very strong. He would have to be smarter than the vampires.

He sheathed his sword for a moment and pulled out his Grappling hook. He jumped on one of the more outward vampires and dug the grappling hook into his back. The vampire screeched in pain and cursed when the silver-containing metal entered his body, but Link had managed to put it right in that place on your back where you can't reach no matter how much you have to scratch that itch, goddamit!!

He then grabbed the end of the rope and went running around a group of them, letting the rope hang lightly around their legs. When he had completed the circle, he pulled on the rope hard; the contained group of about 7 vampires all tripped, either through direct contact with the rope or by one of the other vampires falling on top of them. Link gave a little cheer and looked behind him; it looked like the lion man was on their side and the blue elf was doing quite well on his own with magical spells. Good!

He unsheathed his sword again and closed his eyes, diving into the hoard and hoping for the best. He opened one eye in a squint so he could deliver the killing blows to the spine in the neck. It was disgusting, and terrible and difficult... but he was a hero, and he had to protect the people!

/slams back into this post god

[unnamed_nothing]

Trowa's ears tilted back, catching the sound of more of the building falling to pieces, but he couldn't stop what he was doing just yet to turn and look.

A crowd of vampires went down a short ways away, and he managed to snare a glimpse of the little blond guy with the sword making slow but highly efficient work of freeing the creatures' heads from the restricting confines of their necks. It was impressive, considering how distasteful the act seemed to be to the stranger.

He had no such need to tiptoe around the destruction of his enemies, himself, but one never looked a gift fighter in the barrel of their gun. Or the... pommel stone of their blade... whatever. The whole damn thing was a badly mangled metaphor originating from horses and mouths anyway.

One of the leeches grabbed him round the waist; within a second he was back to his human shape and hunkered down on the ground while his assailant stood in confusion with wide, empty arms--another passed, and Trowa had changed again and rushed him, throwing the weight of the prehistoric monster into his legs. Another nearby screamed in terror at the sight of something that hadn't walked the earth in ages, but only for a moment.

meanwhile elle overuses the word "hollered"...

[inthirds]

Souls?

...Maybe. There was more on the astral plane than just mortal excesses, after all. These things acted more mazoku than man for Zelgadis' taste. No matter, they hissed and skin sizzled under the hexed blade well enough. After near a dozen of those, though...it was getting a bit troublesome. For once, he wished there was a Dragon Slave being cast nearby to...

...level everything in sight. Right. No, not a good idea. The building nearby was already unstable. If he was going to clean this up a bit faster, he needed those things away from the walls.

"Kid!" he hollered, swatting a vampire with the back of his blade to clear his view. Catching sight of the blonde, he raised his voice and waved an arm, gesturing. "Get them clumped together if you can! Away from the building!"

The beastman rushed elsewhere in Zel's peripherals. "You, too!" he called, doubting any sort of cooperation from there. Never hurt to try, did it? In the meantime, he had a bit of shepherding to do, himself.

Hollered is a fine word.

[windsofcourage]

Link heard the blue guy call out to him and he whirled his head, almost fast enough to fling his green hat off his head. He blinked a few times, then held up his sword. "I can do that!!"

He then dove into the swirling masses, deftly avoiding their pounces and slipping between them. The vampires would have about as much luck catching him as a group of rednecks would in catching a greased pig. Emerging on the other side, Link used his grappling hook to pull himself on top of a street light, where he balanced precariously and waved his arms.

"HEYYYYY! Over here! Come and get me!!" Then in a childish feat unlike any ever seen before, Link stuck out his tongue. Then, he did something he saw a monkey do once; turned around and smacked his butt. He wasn't sure if it would work, but the vampires didn't seem to like it either way and they began to change direction.