[color=6ecff6]Beatrix:[/color]

The rage had blinded her, unable to tell who she was really mad at. Herself, mostly, one could guess, but she took it out on everyone. The bodies piled up higher than her lies and denial, nearly out-numbering her days spent in self-pity. The first voice directed at her pulled her out of the temporary fugue. A female, who was it?

Ahh, Morgan, yes. The prophetess. "Too long, I suppose, we both do love a good fight." she flashed a fang-toothed grin.

[color=9e0b0f]Jareth:[/color]

The hole in his chest hurt like hell. Everything hurt. He didn't know what to feel other than the urge to run. Save Theo, and run. 

So that's what he did. 

Jar broke from the combat zone and went to one of his labs, gathering something, anything he could use to give them an advantage against the number of skilled Blackmoores amongst them. He packed his coat filled with various vials of differently colored liquids and powders, all chemicals created by his own hand. All had a purpose, and most were quite dangerous. 

Theo wasn't alone, of course he wasn't alone. That little whore of his found him and slit his throat. It looked bad, really bad, but Jareth wasn't giving up. Theo was his lifeline, his guide, his mentor in many ways. Without Theo's protection, Jareth's ass was grass, and he knew it.

The soft tinkling of metal on concrete was all the warning Morven, Adelisa, and the others would get before an explosion of thick smog blanketed the room, temporarily blinding them all. Jareth took his moment of cover to dive in and grab Theo's seemingly lifeless body and scrambling away like the weak coward he was.

Weak, but loyal till the end. This was far from over.