[center][b]Town Square - Rayvon Krayvitch[/b][/center]

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Rayvon pants, a single hand moving back to grip the arrow through the piercing pain and ripping it out with a grunt. Adrenaline seizes her as hot blood begins to flow more freely from her wound at the remove of the projectile. She shudders and grips her sword numbly in her hands before moving over to the lover of Jeremy, seeing her only a few spaces away from the horribly crushed Jeremy. She watches the form twitch before gripping her greatsword tightly in her hands and going to execute her by severing her head. "I am sorry for this, but I shall give you peace," she murmurs, tears at the corners of her eyes. After doing this dirty deed, she would advance to Jeremy and do the same on the off-chance they might rise again. She could not be certain with vampires. The job done, she turns on her feet to the rest of the group, not without noticing the pillar of smoke towards the lake. "Those of you here able, I would ask you follow me to rescue the Queens. The rest of you, see to your wounds and the dead if you wish." She wipes her blade off on her cloak, murmuring a soft ritual of passing under her breath so that the fallen might find their ways peaceably into the next life and move on.

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[center][b]West Watch Tower - Maeven Lucre[/b][/center]

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Maeven pants at the sight of the falling succubus before her and grips her weapon in one hand before swinging the blunderbuss under her arm and holding it tight there. Fafnir, for the first time in a long while was still and silent. She frowns and swings down from his neck, crouching down between his massive motionless legs and neck as she reaches out and grabs his soul stone tightly with one hand. She grunts as she gives it a heave and tears it from the construct for now to assure its safety as she shoves it in a pouch. That settled, she attempts to make herself small and hide as she takes out her powder horn and starts pouring it into her firearms and packing them with loads. She would not be caught off-guard without a blast ready to shoot into the face of whatever it was.