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[b][u]Thaum: Group A: Don, Selan, Trixie, Gaoh[/u][/b]

“Don, just go!” Selan pleaded, her struggles proving vain in attempting to remove herself from Gaoh’s ever tightening grip. Don watched on, more and more pieces of him breaking as he saw Selan’s anguished expression, his father one tiny moment away from killing her… just like he’d done to his mother. He took a step forward, but as he did Gaoh’s hold grew tighter, and the glow from the Magitech Cannon pointed at Selan’s head glowed a little bit brighter. 

He couldn’t run away. He couldn’t abandon Selan, not to die at the hands of his monster of a father. But at the same time… he wasn’t in a position to do anything. There was nothing he could do to rescue her, and with Trixie still held slumped over his shoulder, unresponsive… he had to protect her too. But… but how? 

This was all his fault. He knew it was. Somehow… somehow his father was here because of him. And it was because of him that Selan would-

[i]“Why on Ddaear would I marry you?” She said, venom spitting from her lips. She took a step forward, one hand outstretched, her finger pointed towards Don accusingly. His feet automatically started walking backwards. “You’re the last person in the world I’d ever marry.”[/i]

“I’m doing you a favour, boy,” Gaoh’s eyes widened menacingly, as if reading Don’s own thoughts. “Just doing what you don’t have the stones to do yourself.”

Something within Don snapped, and he screamed as loud as humanely possible. To Selan and Gaoh’s own bewilderment, Don’s body seemed to smoke, wisps of light and smoke curling from his body and rising into the air, as if something was beginning to possess him. Gaoh’s eyes narrowed, watching and waiting as he observed his son, reading to pull the trigger on his cannon the second Don made a move towards them. But Don didn’t. He remained rooted to the spot, not taking a single step forward. Instead, he raised his foot into the air, and with a deft, high powered swing…

It all happened so fast. The building’s roof imploded as his heel struck the slate tiles and eviscerated them. Everyone’s bodies began to sink immediately, Gaoh caught unawares by the sudden action and unable to react. He didn’t see what came next. 

Another kick swung out, hitting Gaoh in the face and sending him reeling backwards, to collide into and through another series of buildings to the side. At the same time, Selan was fortunate enough to have been released, and caught in Don’s free arm to land safely enough on the ground. Don’s gaze followed Gaoh’s trajectory, and the damage and devastation he had made. A brief thought flitted through his mind… comparing the savagery and destruction he had made to that of his fathers’ own. They were more similar then Don would like to admit. But he was better then that. He wasn’t his father. He wouldn’t allow it. 

“C’mon,” Don turned, and began running as hard and fast as he could along the line of houses that Estelle and Marcus had been running along the rooftop of. “That’s not going to slow him down for long, we…”

Don sighed, and with a quiet voice, said: “I’m sorry, Selan...”