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The Manse went down, that thing went tumbling, and shots started whispering out. Not just ringing out, [i]whispering.[/i] Hollywood-quiet.

Time often got fuzzy in the Manse, but an important thing when using chronomancy was to trust that others outside your influence could be counted on. So Varnan ducked down and slipped away from the line of fire. He noticed, before switching places with the others, that the monster wasn't [i]totally[/i] stuck in place and inched closer by millimeters, but seemed to be building up a tolerance to his time magic. On one hand, that was dreadful to think about on top of the sheer sturdiness it had demonstrated. On the other... Varnan wondered if it could work up an immunity to good old fashioned brass and steel. If he had brought a gun...

Another time, maybe.

In a small town like this, there wasn't much stopping the police or the local news from catching this. He'd been deployed to places like this before, where it was easier for word to spread. Varnan didn't want to stick around and make this worse by being a stranger when that happen. But then, he couldn't just [i]flee.[/i] He came here for answers, and Bill had been turned into this or kill [i]by[/i] this.

So he shifted around, keeping out of the way of the shots being fired. Varnan knew what he could do after they took that thing down. 

[color=f94f61]"If you can kill or seal that thing... I'll deal with the police,"[/color] Varnan offered. [color=f94f61]"It'll buy everyone time to get away from here, and I'll take a look at what happened before we arrived- I have magic for that."[/color] It looked like they were about to wrap this up, so Varnan opened up his watch, and a circular screen of coral energy started to form above the face.

This was going to be a long night.