Plans, like leather-clad bikers from the sixties, prefer to [i]not[/i] follow the established order of things. Her plan? Well, like she explained to the Jelly guy, she was going to go and give the gate guards some back-up due to the completely sound belief that that's where an attack might be concentrated. Her plan fell away whenever the little demon blobs stopped falling, for some random reason. Of course, it wasn't a random reason, the reason --unbeknownst to her-- was that they were all regrouping to the mother ship, Aka the giant Mass that was moving towards her.

Initially, she didn't even notice anything until she noticed an absence. It was peculiar - she didn't notice a single thing unsettling, she just noticed the lack of everything. Hell, even the rain stopped where she was, the birds had died down and even the trees stilled as they watched her, almost waiting on the edge of their seats for the climax to this story. It very quickly made the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention and her skin to crawl, early-warning indicators that she was probably dealing with something demonic.

Her gun was quickly down from it's sling on her shoulders to her fidgeting hands as she scanned the forest nervously, waiting, watching. Then her eyes caught something, if something was even the right word for it. It looked more like [i]somethings[/i], bunched together into a large being that was quickly advancing on her yet moving like a mist rolling up from the waters. Rapidly, she took aim, even though she had to just shoot in it's general direction, and began loosing bursts of gunfire into the thing. Unfortunately yet completely expectedly, it did absolutely nothing.

Nothing? Shit. Nothing was not good.

She searched for a possible weak-point; an Achilles' heal that would bring the seething mass down around her. Unfortunately, Cara was no hero from ancient times and she was certainly not tanking this thing by herself. Turning on quick heels, she launched herself into a sprint as she turned to mentally judge if she would need to use her soul weapon. It would certainly get her out of the situation but she would be demolished and incapable for any form of fight afterwards.

Not wanting to be viewed as a weakling, she kept her pace and made the mental decision to not use her soul weapon, despite the creature gaining on her. Suddenly, her eyes caught the gleaming metal of the fence as she doubled her efforts and launched herself into a tree close to the perimeter.

Her jump from the branch to the grounds was immediately set to fail as her foot slightly slipped and she was fired into a tumble-like jump. Still though, by the grace of some deity, she cleared the fence. Apparently, said deity had decided that that was their final act before resigning as the creature loomed over the fence with an ease that made her almost sick. Crawling back, she pressed herself against the fence, trying to grab for her useless weapon. A small tendril of the thing reached out, regarding her for a second before deciding that the school was a bigger opportunity than some half-blood with a gun.

Desperately, she scrambled for her weapon as she pulled it into her hands and stared as the beast advanced back towards the place she called home. That was quite definitely not on but there wasn't a lot she could do. So, silently, she advanced behind it, trying to find some sort of explosives device that could blow that thing back to the hell-hole it crawled from. That might have worked out if: 1. She found anything. 2. The school didn't begin crumbling apart. Or 3. The giant monster didn't suddenly burst into holy, righteous flame.

Confusion? Nah, bad word. Pandemonium? Frenzy? Havoc? Yeah, something more like that.