Atop a Rotting Tower
18th of February 2007 A.D.
'Trace,' you motion imitating Morgan's gesture.
Silence suits the War Weavers well, the basic combat frame is old enough to be as recognizable in some parts of Sanctuary as a Colt Revolver would be in Texas, but tools, especially tools of war do not stay unchanged without reason. Durable, precise, and surprisingly perceptive, a war spinner is rarely without recourse regardless of the battlefield.
A sleek tocatiloid cast in bright brass and dull silvers sheathes the sword in their upper hands while keeping the electro-laser still on the warlock. They draw instead a set of electrified cuffs.
The sorcerer wearing the unvarnished red of a senior seeker priest nods approvingly. Arcane law-breakers are not unknown in Sanctuary, though the notion of final death without recourse is so far beyond the pale for the Five Cities that you only dared bring the most experienced of volunteers.
Lady Marguerite certainly seems to know where she's going, out through a side door, across the street, jaywalking not that there's any traffic.
Are people just avoiding the silence? You hope so, the alternatives are all so much worse.
She motions to a cell tower, the grey metal marked rust red about a third of the way up. As she strides across yet another side street you hear... you
hear:
"Such Arrogance" It's less the sound of a voice and more as if pieces of silence were splintering off to cut at your ears.
"To violate the law."
The whole spell crumples inwards on her like a sheet of paper in the hand of a vicious child, still air suddenly turned to violence and pressed into her ears.
"Sophia!" you scream as the scene unfolds with agonizing slowness to your eyes.
But someone else is closer to hand. Tiffany grabs her head with both hands, fingers slick with gushing blood. She looks up at the figure now revealed on top of the tower, long black rain coat snapping in the night air. "Child in mud playing, that you make things willfully ugly draws no eyes and finds no love."
Her hands are still slick with blood, but when she pulls them away bleeding had stopped along with whatever deeper injury had been there.
The man, the warlock laughs, harsh and ragged. "Die-die-die-die!" The word tears itself out of him like a living thing as he points a copper tube at Tiffany and sets it to his lips.
"He's gonna
blow!" Harry shouts.
"Death curse!" the glamor-smith calls out in the same instant as you feel half a dozen arcane protections bloom to life.
The warlock is, you realize, pulling power out of the tower itself, out of the city grid. Given that he's not planning to live through it a lot of power.
"It's just lightning, I can ground it!" The earth shakes and the air starts to grow heavy with summoned moisture as Carlos starts to work his will, but your eyes are on McCoy, he's reaching for something with his right hand that isn't there...isn't there yet.
What does the Circle do?
[] Olivia tries to send a sniper bullet through the warlock's brain stem, causing him to blank out without technically killing him. Tiffany can fix him for interrogation later
[] Molly flies up and tries to carve the tower out from under him, no place to draw power and the spell fizzles
[] Let the wizards handle is
[] Write in
OOC: You can't do both options one and two because bullet surgery to make someone blank out instantly is hard enough even with all of Olivia's advantages. Add Molly flying in front of her as a distraction and there is no way she can make the roll.