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[center][h1]Rohan[/h1][/center]
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Good [i]lord,[/i] these kids knew how to set things on fire.

The sun struck the mansion, and Rohan couldn't help but turn his eyes away to avoid going blind. It was just a sea of white through the eye slits of his mask, like a big flashbang going off. And now the mansion was a crumbling wreck that they were going to have to fight through. That was a good way to start off, and a good way to get attention. But that seemed to be the plan. But, it didn't take long for the security in this place to start returning fire.

Unfortunately, Jess wasn't looking very okay, and she got swarmed by her people. Rohan skidded across the ground like he was skating on ice, slipping behind one of the glowing green shields Sycamore's defense put up, and grabbed the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/04/c2/02/04c202f2b32ebc03678214ae3750ad11.jpg]Briar Spear[/url] from his back. He pulled a rubber bit off the sharp end and flung it at Jess's burnt body. It wouldn't have hurt, in fact Jess would just feel cold where it impaled her. Upon making contact with her, her wounds were quite literally going up in smoke, as bone-white fumes rolled up her arm as her injuries were replaced with healthy skin. She'd feel like she had just woken up from an oddly restful nap, and the "wound" where the artifact struck her was replaced with the smoke as well.

Trying to pull it out would just look like it wasn't even stuck in her at all. It was a matter of [i]seconds[/i] before the pain started to recede, as well.

[color=5b692f]"Save your one time use healing emergencies!"[/color] Rohan shouted over the gunfire. [color=5b692f]"Just remove that when you're fine, and hold onto it! I'm going up, I'll pick them off!"[/color]

Rohan's [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0c/a9/53/0ca95364024f3db0d118cbe6e65ac9a4.jpg]Mask of the Antelope [/url] started to give off red smoke from the eye slits. He ran forward, and jumped higher than anyone could physically jump without magic. His feet his the bark of a tree, twenty feet off of the ground, and then he rebounded higher into the canopy above. With the hail of bullets focused down there, the old man didn't have to worry much. Leaping from tree to tree with supernatural agility, he let loose a volley of arrows from [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/bb/17/11bb1766ed21945aa0fb3d62ec207b00.jpg]Steelfeather.[/url] His bow was enchanted by his curse, in such a way that the arrows flew straight now matter how far it took to hit something. And then, when they [i]did[/i] hit something, they hit with the force of a [i]bullet.[/i] The arrows themselves were cut and processed by his hands to be able to withstand that strain, so they'd hit nice and hard.

A rain of these arrows fell upon the Elite's distracted gunmen with no rhyme or reason. One minute, they were raining down from their left, then behind them, then directly overhead. By the time anyone had a bead on where the arrows came from, Rohan already vaulted into another tree, circling around like a vulture.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.