The aged bartender threw a weary glance over the two young women by his bar, and silently poured them both a glass.
“I can’t say too much, lass.” He then pointedly poured himself half a tumbler of scotch, the glass noticeably growing over with frost and took a reserved sip. “I never did finish my own. Outside the five lieutenants, I don’t think anyone has even gotten close.”

He nodded towards a picture, lovingly framed on the wall out of sight of any wayward customers. It was a black and white photo of seven people. Ashur and Zephyr were smiling, pointing their fingers at the much more decrepit version of the Winchester at their backs; Kron was brooding at the edge half turned to the camera – so obviously forced to be there. Naya and Klein were both half crouched In front, with reserved smiles on their faces, while a much rougher-looking Maggie and Klaus stood at the back, expressions filled with a mix of joy and awkwardness – no doubt as a result of so obviously ill-fitted uniforms they wore. The shadowy outline of the spectre could barely be seen, looming behind the group, only the white of his crooked smile giving any feature to his shadow. A brass plaque beneath the frame read only two words, inscribed in pleasant cursive: ‘New Age’.

Klaus sighed and took another sip, continuing on.

“You see kids, all of us here, in this place; we came here for a reason. Some were rescued by master Arbos and his apprentices off the streets. Some sought him out to try and push back against Xelith. But ultimately, to all of us, this place has become our home. And the art you’ll try and learn… it won’t allow you that. The hunt for charges and techniques… it will take you all over the world. You will never settle down if you want to continue growing.”

He placed the glass down with a saddened smile. “And that is why most can’t do it. I travelled with his majesty for three months, gaining and losing new comrades week by week… Gods, at one point there were twenty five of us! And in those short short three months the training took us from the furnaces of Hethus in the west, to the icy caverns of Cormendale in the east. We fought everything from garden variety bandits to giant spiders, crazed cultists, flesh eating moss and invisible tigers… Some died. Most gave up. It’s almost too much for mortal men to handle lass. Hell, even some of the apprentices…”

His voice trailed off.

“Ah, look at me ramble. What I’m saying lass is that despite what his majesty might say, there is no shame in walking away if you find it too hard. After all, there is a reason why only one man has ever truly ‘mastered’ it.”
Klaus then shook his head and once again refilled the glasses of both girls.

---

Naya knocked on the door and walked in carefully.
The room she stood in was something vastly different from anything else inside the Winchester. Most of the furniture and relish was made of crystal or glass with filigree of pure gold. Runes, glowing dimly in the twilight, covered every single surface in neat, tight script. At the centre of the lavish suite stood a chair (if one can even call it that, as it resembled a throne more than anything) made entirely of null crystals. Ranging from tiny ones, set into ornate and runic golden fittings, to massive ones the size of a grown Cauhri’s arm, that made up the bulk of the form.
Somewhere at the base of it deep within a bright golden flame raged – its licks travelling along inside the crystals, giving the whole construction an ethereal, almost living look. A small glass table stood by the seat, looking almost plain when compared to what rested on top of it: A plain silver flask, covered in runes and a glass of pure blue fire.

Naya blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t just seeing things, cause she could have sworn there was no actual glass there, and the flame was simply maintaining the form of the glass by itself. Arbos (well, who else could this have possibly been, eh?) stretched in his throne, then reached out for the glass and took a satisfied sip.

- “Heeeey, thunderpussy! What took your furry ass so long?” He asked with a smirk.
- “The security was a bit tighter than expected. And I told you to stop calling me that!” The Selkie stepped forward carefully.
- “And since when do I give a fuck about what you useless morons think?” Arbos raised an eyebrow. “Anyway, good job on finding those girls for me. They have some good potential… even the one that the sparkly bastard brought.” He shook his head dejectedly. “Seriously, remind me to whoop that village idiot’s arse, I told him specifically not to mess with that kind of stuff. Bah! …Anyway, which one of those girls is yours? Please tell me it’s the one taking a bath right now.” Arbos’s eyes flashed golden as he looked towards Thea’s room. “Cause she’s a damn sight saucier than you are.”

Naya groaned loudly. “Oh for fuck’s sake… If that stops you from sneaking up on me while I’m bathing I’m all the more for it! And what do you mean which girl? Mine’s a guy, named Corvo.”
- “Mmmhm? Sorry kitty, no guys were there, just girls.”
Naya blinked, letting her jaw hang open. Then whirled up in fury.
- “Wha? That stupid fucking idiot! I’m gonna go get him! Sorry!”
- “Wait.” Arbos raised his hand. “Once you find that Corben-or-whatever dude, have one of you spirits guide him back here, and you yourself go and find Alistair. He should be in the butcher’s district right now setting up for our next step… take over and send him back here.”
- “But I was going to take a shower and-“
- “Do I LOOK like I give a shit? Go on, sod off.”
Naya humphed angrily, then reluctantly nodded in agreement and disappeared out the door.

Arbos felt her leave his zone with the speed of a bullet and sighed, taking the ‘glass’ of the ethereal flame into his hand once more. Throwing a glance at the silver flask on the table he smiled grimly. “Looks like the symphony of destruction you spoke of is finally starting, eh, brother mine?.. Too bad my orchestra is filled with morons.” He murmured to himself and downed the entire ‘glass’ in one swig.

Stepping out of pastry shop, Corvo threw a glance across the square and spotted quite an unusual sight. A white raven the size of a peacock, beak and claws blood red, was staring at him with yellow eyes. It let out an eagle's screech at Corvo and then turned around, hoped a couple of times, turned back to him and took off through one of of the main streets leaving the square.

Corvo dashed in its pursuit through the wide and busy avenues of downtown Sayrn. The beast took seemingly random turns in increasingly smaller and less frequented streets until it landed after a good hour, on top of a four stories apartment building. Corvo rushed through the door and ran up the stairs before reaching the locked roof door which kicked down.

The bird was waiting in front of the door, it stared at him for a couple of seconds before taking off again over the flat roofs and narrow streets of the city's poorer neighbourhoods."Oh come on" grunted Corvo as the bird was no longer following the streets and flew in a bee line to whichever place it was leading him to.

Corvo took a deep breath and a running start before jumping to the next roof only a few meters away. Jumping from roof to roof, he somehow made his way to the other side of the city where the bird had landed in the street in front of a dark wooden door. Corvo slid down the roof on a pipe and pushed the screechy door of the tavern.
He scanned the room and the people in it and then slowly walked to the bar and signed the barman for a drink.

Lightning flashed in the stormy sky and the low rumble of thunder rolled its way through the narrow streets of evening Sayrn. Just as Corvo pushed the door of the pub disappearing inside, three figures appeared, perching at the edge of the nearby apartment block. The heavy leather gear, thick hoods and white insignias gave them away as the three marshals from earlier.

- “By Matal, three hours? Really?” – One the man panted and spat. – “Why did we chase this sod for this long again?”
- “Did he not seem fishy to ya, eh, Reggie?” – The other man replied with a smirk, tapping his quarterstaff on the floor impatiently. – “The bastard practically smelled of rebel scum.”
The leader of the trio raised his gauntleted hand, hushing the other two.
- “It doesn’t matter now. Cause this little birdie just led us to a real jackpot.” – He pointed at the pub. – “See anything familiar?”
The two underlings shared a slightly confused look then studied the bar intently.
- “The hell does that sign say? Win… chester?” – Reggie squinted at the neon sign before straightening out and clicking his tongue in satisfaction. –“Holy shit, you mean that’s the Winchester bar? We’ve been looking for that watering hole for two bleeding years!”
The other man whirled his staff around and jumped up a few times in excitement.
- “Hahaha! Damn, this is gonna be one hell of a pay day! Cap’n! Let’s set this shit dump ablaze then report it to the commander! We'll be bloody heroes!”
The leader nodded with a smirk.
- “Aye, let’s have us some fun.”
With that short exchange over, all three men jumped off the ledge, landing down on the cobblestone street with a heavy thud, weapons at the ready, their sights set at the Winchester.

---

Arbos listened in on the conversation with a smirk on his face. Even amongst the marshalcy no mortal could have expected to be within his control zone, while being that far out. A slight shadow of disappointment crossed the spectre’s face. If he had his body this little scuffle would have ended already, with all three nincompoops getting strangled with their own weapons right there on that roof… Alas that was not the case, not yet anyway. So what’s a respectable king of thieves to do in such a situation but use it for his own advantage? The rookies needed a bit of field testing anyway.

With a wave of his hand Arbos summoned a tiny gust of wind that rang the silver bell by the door. Within seconds hurried steps could be heard, making their way up the stairs from the bar. And immediately, with a polite knock, Klaus entered the crystal chambers.

- “You rang m’lord?” the old man was as polite as always.
- “Ayup. Klausie-boy, we’re about to have some visitors… of the imperial disposition.” – Arbos grinned – “Three of them, to be precise. Have our boys stand down unless summoned okay? And wake the newbies – they’re about to have their proverbial mettles unproverbially tested.”
The old bartender’s eyebrows shot up in faint surprise for a moment, before regaining his composure.
- “A-Are you sure sir? I mean, are there any officers with them?”
- “Mmm yup, captain judging by equipment and them calling him, well, captain.” – Arbos replied with a slight chuckle in his voice.
- “A captain?! I mean three line marshals would be borderline impossible for the newbies as it is, sir, but with a captain.. I mean they’re-“
- “They’re gonna get their asses kicked yes. And I look forward to it greatly.” – The spectre’s grin turned downright vicious, sending shivers down Klaus’s spine. – “Now go, get the others. I’ll get the one from across the wall myself. He he he…”
As Arbos chuckled and floated up from his throne, disappearing into thin air, Klaus gave a short military bow of acknowledgement and quickly ran out the door to wake and gather up the others.

---

Thea was snoozing happily, laid out in the luxurious bathtub. The mixture of excitement, long trip, hot water and the empty bottle of mulled wine on the floor must’ve knocked the young lady out. Silently as ever Arbos phased through the wall, glowing yellow eyes running over the girl’s naked form with a smirk.
“Damn, sometimes there really are good perks to being incorporeal. Almost a shame to wake her up, really.” Arbos muttered to himself, then took a deliberately long moment to gather up his breath and shouted out atop of his lungs.

- “WAKEY-WAKEY PRINCESS!!!”
The sudden shout made Thea jump up and fumble about in the water.
- “Huh?! What?!” – Half-awake and confused she clearly needed a moment to gather up her thoughts and process the situation.
Arbos, in all his gentlemanliness, of course, wasn’t about to give her any. With an ever wide smirk the spectre continued.
- “Oh I see you’re awake? Good! There’s three imperial marshals attacking the bar downstairs in order to kill you all. Kill them back. Just…” – Arbos threw a meaningful glance over Thea’s body. – “…you might want to throw a towel on first.”
As the young lady squeaked at the realization and scurried frantically to cover herself up, growing a brighter shade of red by the moment, Arbos quietly chuckled to himself.
“Damn, I DO love my job.”

The spectre’s sudden appearance mixed with the effects of the wine and having just woken up had made Thea’s mind was a jumble of nonsense with only one clear fact endlessly berating her – Arbos was in her bathroom and she was naked. Towel, towel, towel she thought frantically, seizing the cloth from the rack nearly slipping and breaking her neck in the process. As she wrapped it around her bare figure she became increasingly aware that, while better, the towel barely touched the top of her thighs and was downright indecent in the back. She could feel the heat creeping through her body and knew, even without the courtesy of the large mirror, she was turning red from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Living in an isolated mountain town her whole life hadn’t exactly given Thea the experience to deal with even the ghost of a man like this. Still once partly covered she was able to at least begin to figure out what he had come in here to tell her. The wine here was stronger than she was used to and only further added to her rather addled state.

“What the hell?!” she snapped rather angrily, as her senses started to come back around. “Kill who? What are you talking about?” She couldn’t look him in the eye – her shyness overcoming her irritation. She really wanted to get clothes to put on but Arbos was currently blocking the door back to her room and she could not bring herself to move closer to his ethereal form; it was awkward but undoubtedly obvious that she had never been with a man.

“Why are you here? What’s going on?” she asked finally sounding calmer despite her heart beating hard enough to rattle her chest. Her head was beginning to pound slightly as well and she was beginning to regret having gotten that bottle of wine…

Selessia looked at the woman, who still talked to her despite of Selessia's dismissive behaviour. She sighed once more "Selessia." She then sipped from her new drink as she turned her attention to the old man Klaus. As he spoke, it became apparent that Nullomancy was truly much more than simple training. Ashur had been able to provide her the basic crystals she needed to learn the basics of a construction nullomancer. She mainly had iron and heat charges, but she also had a number of others: electricity, water and a few magnetism crystals to name a few. Ashur told her after a bit of initial practice that he felt this was her area with the greatest aptitude. She had just kind of gone along with what he said. After all, she hardly knew anything about nullomancy apart of what Ashur had told her. She had hoped that the spectre would go further in depth, tell her about the many amazing things you could do with the powers. Maybe she could even get an awesome weapon like Ashur had. But now it sounded like she would have to put in a lot more effort than she initially anticipated. "Well, it's not like I have anywhere else to go anyway." She smiled at Klaus "In fact, traveling around the world sounds rather awesome. Meeting invisible tigers sounds rather cool if you ask me... I'm not too sure about spiders though."

She thanked Klaus for the story as she finished another glass. Then, realising the hour had grown late, she let Maggie lead her to her room. For someone who had basically lived in a treehouse for her entire life, this room was nothing short of amazing. It was almost as pretty as the room she had in Ashur's mansion. Since then she had always hoped to sleep in a room like that again, but she didn't think it'd be this soon. Maggie gave her a set of instructions and then left. She first decided to take a bath. She had been able to dry herself well enough, but that was not enough to remove the dust. She bathed herself in the soothing hot water for nearly an hour. She took her time relaxing, fearing that she wouldn't get a chance like this for a long time once the training actually started. Three times she found herself almost falling asleep in the bathtub. The third time she decided to get out before it actually happened. Unleashing her heat crystals, the water vaporized within seconds, drying her faster than any towel would. She then jumped into the bed, falling asleep within mere seconds.

She awoke to the sound of knocking on her door. The absence of light and her groggy feeling told her that morning definitely hadn't come yet. Why the heck was someone knocking on her door at this time of the night? She let out a soft and clearly moody moan as she replied "yes?" the voice she could hear on the other side of the door was Klaus' "M'lady. We are attacked by imperials. Get yourself ready, we need to defend ourselves." She let out a loud sigh. For how arrogant Arbos had been, she had at least expected his base of operations to be well hidden. In her own village there were never unwanted intruders. For all of Arbos' arrogance and nullomantic mastery, he was inferior to a bunch of kids when it came to hide and seek. Selessia quickly dressed herself and unleashed her iron charges, forming around her left arm like a gauntlet. She could feel her iron crystals starting to recharge afterward. If she were to go into a fight, better to have as much iron at her disposal as she possibly could have.

It was during the time that many people retreated to bed that Idris finally left the corner she had taken up to go over to the bar. She wasn't really interested in drinking any of the alcohol, but she figured a drink or two would not cause her any issues, that and she found herself to be rather hungry. As she slid into a stool, she looked around and frowned, she hated having her back to a room but it seemed she really had no choice in the matter. "Um... excuse me," she murmured, doing her best to get Klaus's attention, "Could I um... could I get a drink please?" Idris turned to scan the bar once more before she simply watched the man before her. She had an odd feeling about being in an unknown place, but that was also something she had experienced when she first met her trainer. At the immediate moment, all she wanted to do was sit, relax and have a couple of drinks before she attempted to go to bed.

All in all, she was out to simply relax and try to figure out what was going to happen to herself and the people she found to be her present companions. The two that she had talked to did not seem too bad, the one girl had been surprisingly bubbly, something she had enjoyed a bit. As she waited for her drink, she took to idly messing around with her air, creating an extremely small funnel that was picking up the finite dust on the bar. With her boredom slowly growing, she eventually started to add some water into the mix, doing her best to keep things under control as she slowly took to drinking, not even paying attention to how much alcohol she was consuming until she started to feel a pleasant buzz. Eventually, her use started to get a bit sloppy and she frowned, rubbing at her chest a little before she let out a small sigh and just stopped, her forehead meeting the bar shortly after. While she was not really tired, she say no point in playing if she couldn't control what it was she was doing. "So bored... she murmured, gently tapping her head against the wood beneath it.

However, after about the third head-to-bar experience, she heard the door to the Inn open, causing her to sit up immediately and eye the door. The moment she noticed it was just the male who had kept his distance from everyone during the initial meeting, she made a face and shook her head. "Look who it is... you are rather late you know," she said as he sat at the bar, "If anything... I am surprised you even showed up since you didn't bother actually approaching the meeting place, or following the group." Just as the words finished leaving her mouth, a frown crossed her features and she turned her head to the door once more. She had a really bad feeling, one that hit her so unexpectedly that she just couldn't describe it, but she did know that something unfortunate was more or less going to happen soon.

Selessia.. she repeated in her head. She frowned slightly as she fully picked up that the woman didn't want to talk to her. Fair enough. Arda quietly retrieved her drink from Klaus, not really staying to pay attention to whatever he had to say. It wasn't that she didn't care, it's just that she felt too out of place to stick around.

She hadn't even finished her drink before she decided to go take a quick bath, washing the dirt and sand that still clung a little to her hair and body. She even took the time to carefully take off and clean her clothing of the caked dirt. As she put her clothes back on, she activated her heat crystals to dry them faster. She made sure that she had her iron needles in the right spots so that they didn't tear her clothing apart when she used them.. The pale Cauhri fiddled with one of the needles in thought. When will I get to use these though? Probably soon. She wasn't wrong. Not that she knew anyway.

It wasn't very long before Arda had returned to the meeting area, or rather the lobby of the tavern. She figured that nobody really wanted to talk to her, given the kind of attitude the other girl had toward her. She wasn't all that tired, the night still felt a little.. young as they say. So she decided to take a seat at a table a little away from the others, it was a little bit darker there because the candle light didn't spread so far. There was an odd vibe about tonight. Trouble? A challenge perhaps? Maybe Arbos had planned something for them. Surely nothing too crazy would happen, right?

Arbos paused in the doorway before turning back around and giving Thea another incredibly smug once-over. Say what you will about the value of a man who’d leer at a naked and incredibly embarrassed young woman in such a manner, but I’d wager fifty goldpieces you don’t have the insight into the mind of someone who spent the last three centuries without so much as a semi-corporeal jibbly to proverbially jabble. The spectre coughed, prompting Thea to go even redder then smiled his usual twisted smile.

“Why am I Here? Why ain’t that a question for the ‘stupid’ column! I’m a spectre kiddo…” - Cutting off mid-sentence Arbos grinned and suddenly changed form, dashing towards the girl in a form of a dark stream of blackness, flowing like a thick fog and quickly wrapping around her from the ankles to her neck. The smoke then formed his face once more, coming up from behind, cheek to cheek with Thea, toothy grin as wide as ever, whispering into her ear. – “…I can be anywhere and everywhere I so choose to be!”

As the poor girl yelped in surprise, nearly dropping the all-too-small towel Arbos let out a genuine deep belly laugh and cordially took his form back by the door, leaning on the frame with his arms crossed.

“As for what’s going on it’s quite simple. One more ‘apprentice’ was supposed to come with you four” – Arbos spat the word out as if it was an insult – “but instead got lost, presumably spent several hours at a donut shop or some shit, then made his way back here managing to bring a tail of three Imperial Marshals with him. Needless to say the Marshalcy does not have an… overly friendly relationship with the Rebels, which you lot are now I might add, as you might imagine.”
Arbos’ ear barely noticeably twitched, as the sound of a loud crash and cracking wood came from downstairs.

“Aaah, speak of the devil. Looks like I spent too long playing with you girlie, the others are starting without us.” – The spectre’s golden eyes flashed, casting brief but ominous shadows over the room for naught but an instant, as he smiled once again. Though even despite his shadowy form Thea could tell that this grin was less pleasant than the one he flashed all throughout the debacle. This one… was more like that of a hungry wolf, sensing blood.
“So, shall we go and join the fray before all your new pals are killed? Though you might want to put on some actual clothes first… unless you’d like me to cover you again? Hahaha!”

---

The three marshals pushed the heavy oaken door and stepped into the Winchester’s, scanning their surroundings with hungry eyes. Noticing the brass filigree and heavy wood, Reggie whistled.
“Aye, I’ll be damned! There’s be some expensive bleeding loot in this place! I changed my mind cap’n, let’s not burn this place!”
The other underling clicked his tongue and nodded.
“Ye ye, what Reggie’s sayin’! Let’s just kill all these scumfucks and loot the place! My wife would love those shiny lanterns for the bedroom!”

The Marshal-Captain remained quiet however, ignoring his gobby subordinates. His eyes, steady with the confidence of a true veteran scanned the interior looking for threats. He briefly stopped his gaze at the last two patrons, men in dusty grey suits who were seemingly completely absorbed by their drinks, before disregarding them in his mind and eyeing Corvo, Idris and Arda instead. A nasty smug smile distorted his face as he noticed a flash of recognition on Corvo’s face.

“High and mighty people indeed, isn’t that right, Sir?” – The way he stretched the last word gave it enough condescending venom to poison a good herd of buffaloes. He then motioned Reggie towards them. – “Perhaps introductions are in order. Victor Stronnenberg - Marshal-Captain of the 6th Advance Peacekeeping Division of the Imperial Grand Marshalcy, at your service. By the order the Lord Commander and on behalf of His Imperial Majesty himself you are all hereby arrested under the charges of treason. Reginald, cuff em… Preferably alive, but don’t strain yourself.”

Reggie's face also grew into a fiendish smile at the order, and with a quick ‘Aye Aye’ he moved towards the trio, tapping his quarterstaff excitedly on the floor with every step. However even as our three began to draw their weapons in response, a stern voice rocked the air.
“Fighting on the premises will NOT be tolerated!” - Klaus walked down the stairs into the main room slowly, his eyes filled with fury. Surprisingly to the others, even in such a tense situation the bartender somehow gave off an air of a heavy commanding presence. Victor’s smile faded as he watched the aged man descend the stairs with a furrowed brow. Reggie however, oblivious to the change in his commander’s expression, continued to loudly spit venom

“And who are ya, ye old shite? Ya should sod back off to whatever wanking hole your ancient arse crawled out from and stay quiet, before ya get real hurt!”
With a twisted expression of condescension Reggie then formed a metal dagger in the air, grabbed it with his hand and flung it straight at the bartender’s head. Klaus twitched to the side, allowing the dagger to embed deeply into the wooden wall with a meaty thud. However as the old man straightened out a deep gash over his eyebrow could be seen. Reggie cackled as he saw the wound immediately begin bleeding profusely right into the old man’s eyes.

The asshole’s cackle however faded immediately as all three marshals saw barely visible threads shoot out of Klaus’s skin right around the wound before sinking in again, covering it and sewing it shut almost instantly, before a wax seal appeared over it, sealing it completely. Veins pulsed on the old man’s forehead and a barely audible creak of the fabric was heard as his muscles suddenly expanded, prompting Victor to curse under his breath and dash back to the door.

However, he was already too late.

In the blink of an eye Klaus was hovering over Reggie with his fist drawn back, before delivering a massive punch right into the uncouth marshal’s gut. For all who witnessed it time froze in a glorious picture of Reggie doubled over and practically wrapped around Klaus’s arm, before the force of the blow sent his flying backwards, sweeping up both Victor and the third marshal and crashing all of them right through the oaken doors and out onto the cobbled streets.

“Come! We fight them outside!” Klaus barked to the others and dashed out, fist raised and ready to finish off Reggie, who was sprawled out in a rain puddle along with the other underling, with one last punch.
However before Klaus had a chance to smash the ingrate’s skull in, several steel pipes shot out of the ground at his feet, vying like snakes and wrapping around his body and arm, stopping him mid-motion. Victor was standing right beside him, gauntleted hand clawed, as if he was holding an invisible ball. The light coming from the now-broken doorway showed a tiny speck of blood on his lip from the earlier crash.

“Tsk tsk tsk, doctor! Wasn’t there some sort of vow you had to take against killing people?”
Klaus gave him a look filled with murder then coughed and chuckled darkly.
“Oh don’t worry you brat, I won’t kill you. Just beat you 9/78th’s to death!” With that said he took a breath, and released his heat charge, instantly melting the pipes and rushing the Marshal Commander. As the two engaged in a brutal hand to hand battle too fast for the untrained eye to see in the darkness, Victor shouted to his two underlings, who were now shakily standing up.
“Oi! You two take care of all the small fry, I’ll take care of dear Doctor here! Kill the fuckers, they won’t know shit anyway!”

Idris, Corvo and Arda, joined by Selessia (who was just behind Klaus the whole time) rushed out into the street just in time to hear the Marshal-Captain’s order. Immediately all four took their stances and got ready to fight, there was no way out of it now. Their opponents were two marshals, and regardless of how low rank that was one too many for comfort, even for all four of them. They knew it was now kill or be killed.

Selessia took a few seconds to look at Klaus before their fight started. She had to appreciate the old man's moves. If this was the level she could reach under Arbos, maybe she would have to be a little nicer to the blasted spectre. But that she could contemplate later, right now was killing time. She leered at the marshals and immediately a great feeling of disgust came forth from inside of her. She couldn't explain it; but whenever she laid eyes on them, she felt the need to murder them. She would murder them, both of them. Even though they were above her level, she would.

Around her, from newly released iron and from a part of her gauntlet, formed four broad iron tubes. Two of them were aimed at either marshall. With a small battlecry she released her heat charges as one canonball shot from each tube. She never expected any of these to hit, the marshalls would easily dodge them. However, them dodging gave her time to charge in and attempt to get a direct hit. She used a bit of one of the tubes and latched an iron plate into the wall behind her. She jumped up and put her feet against it, keeping herself in place with a magnetic charge. While that was happening, she created a large gauntlet from all the iron she could muster. It even had several pistons in place to enhance the strength of the blow she was about to deliver. She focussed herself on her target, the man called Reggie. She figured that the target that had already taken a beating would make the easier target. She unleashed her other magnetic charge and repelled herself with as much force as possible from the iron plates and launched herself at Reggie. She hoped he had been too busy dodging her cannonballs and whatever the others would throw at her to react to this. She went at him at high speeds and her gauntletted arm was ready to turn that disgusting face of him into mush.