In Sight of Elder Things
25st of July 2006 A.D.
Michael Carpenter has borne witness to horrors and wonders, he has seen with his own eyes some of the worst and the best of mankind, the work of hell and the grace of heaven, a piece of which he bore in his heart, and another in his hand, the Sword of Love. But not in all his days had he seen a sight like this.
Water was streaming down, from shattered pipes, from the fire extinguishers set off by some unseen hand and in the water fire danced, synthetic green that burned the eye to look upon and seared the mind and in the midst of that Molly leapt forward, no flew he realized a moment later, carried on the wings of her own rage as pieces of broken masonry fathered around her, caught in inescapable gravity.
Something was chanting, something old and dark and infinitely cruel, but it was not uttering curses but benedictions, writ in likes of fire as masonry and concrete, copper wiring and broken pipes became frescoes of broken glories, shattered idols set palm to head and eye to foot, a jigsaw by chance or mischance completed.
Lost 2 Essence -> Now at 6/12
Shots ring out muzzle flash orange against the unearthly green, the first go wild smashing into one of the lights, the second caught upon the face of a shield... an instant before that same shield strikes the man in the head with bone crushing force. Blood mingles with the water, staining the sterile floors as the other man gives a muffled groan. Molly's pummel had caught him in the throat. an ordinary man, perhaps even just a mortal man might have drawn back at the pain.
This was
neither.
Even as the first guard's blood lapped around his ankles the man laughed and thew away his gun black metal claws exploding from his knuckles and he ranted: "I'm fucking Wolverine bitch!"
The claws ripped into Molly's shoulder, though the armor or stone, drawing blood.
Molly takes 2 Wounds (Now at 9/11)
At that moment Michael Carpenter could not have cared less what was written upon the stone nor what the words echoing from it meant. If it had not been for that armor she would have been a lot more hurt.
As he charged the knight felt the earth shake under his feet and out of the corner of his eye he caught the wave of concrete and earth that passed under the already unconscious guard to smash into the lab-coated fellow in the back. That'll give him something to worry about.
Working with Harry aside Michael was not used to fighting with quite this much magic on his side, but he could certainly adapt, taking advantage of the confusion and likely of being counted the least threat he hit 'fucking Wolverine' in the side of the head with the flat of Amoracchius. He knew that wouldn't kill him, a knowing of the hands as much as the mind.
Somehow the guard still didn't fall... and there were more of them coming from the back, three more men with guns an maybe other powers.
Lydia was by his side, the girl moving with the surety of one who had seen a thousand fights, her expression an eerie calm. "I can deal with the shots, you just keep going Mr Carpenter."
The fact that he was about to do just that, that he was going to allow a fifteen year old girl to jump in front a a bullet went against every instinct Michael had, every instinct except one which he had learned to trust the most when dark things were abroad in the world.
"Watch out!" Molly had turned, she was looking over his shoulder... at the tank in the middle of the room. One of the stray bullets had hit it leaving a single point of leprous silvery light like a pockmark on the face of the glass. Cracks raced across it circling the tank and then it shattered.
There was no sound of glass striking the floor, only the water still pouring down from on high, the pieces seem to twist sideways mid-air and fall elsewhere as from among them a ichthyic creature rose or perhaps unfolded The eye slid off it in revulsion seeing only disparate pieces, scaled flank and fleshy fur covered tail, the grasping tentacles of an octopus exploding from the center of its ponderous body, a walrus tusks set as a crown upon its hideously humanlike head
"It's trying to squeeze through! We need to beat it back!" Molly called out as the thing lunged towards them.
Threads of silver light twisted and cascaded along the water and the flames silver and green.
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OOC: And done, finally. Sorry for the wait guys, but between all the rolling and Michael being hard to get in the head of I could not finish last night. 
