Rift Hound - Maroni's Restaurant
Joshua's vision was much clearer now. Somehow he'd been able to catch the henchman off guard just enough that the cornered duo had managed to retaliate and take them out. Not only that, but he was pretty sure that the leader of the hostage takers had fled and Throat Ripper Girl had thrown a tablecloth at them. Fortunately for Joshua, he was still on the floor of the restaurant, rolling away from the crumpled form of the henchman he had fallen on and had just rolled out of the tablecloth's reach.
"Well holy shit... We did it." He said, his voice weary. Opening his Pocket, he dropped the gun he had wrestled from the henchman inside as well as any other nearby discarded firearms that he could see. There was no point in a random henchman getting ideas and going for a revenge kill.
Rising to his feet, a fresh wave of nausea washed over Joshua, but he was pretty sure he'd heard a gunshot in that scuffle. Well, a gunshot that was closer than the gun battle that had already been going on, anyway! Walking over to Break Neck and Shifter, Joshua noticed the blood seeping from Break Neck's wound.
"Shit." He muttered, looking over woman and what appeared to be a creature from John Carpenter's 'The Thing', "We need to get you out of here. Is there an ambulance outside?"
E-Vyle - Outside Maroni's Restaurant
E-Vyle was confused to say the least. He'd been watching over the League and their entry into Maroni's to deal with the apparent hostage situation in the form of a black Newfoundland from the street below, the police not paying any particular attention to dogs. For the most part, the League had conducted themselves quite professionally. After eavesdropping with the help of several insects from his swarm, E-Vyle could tell that the League was efficient and organized, taking into consideration the best strategies required to breach the restaurant and combat the criminal's that dwelled within. They saw their opportunity to breach the premises and took it with the intention of breaking down the magical ward preventing their magic-user from entering the building.
And then it all went wrong, somehow.
Their magic-user was unable to access the premises, apparently turning the restaurant rooftop into vibrant blue lave out of boredom before being accompanied by a moody zombie. Then, when an assailant almost literally fell from the sky, the magic-user covered him with spiders. And then flew into the magical barrier surrounding the building. E-Vyle was getting the feeling that the energy-being wasn't fully in control of their powers.
The zombie, on the other hand, seemed to have been attacked by a random religious zealot that happened to be passing by. Christian, Baptist, Seventh Day Adventist or Westboro picketer, E-Vyle couldn't tell. All he knew was that the fanatic had a sword that he used to stab the zombie, clearly having never read up on any zombie lore, before conjuring a truck of bricks out of seemingly nowhere and then realizing that the zombie that wasn't being shot at by the police probably wasn't the bad guy, promptly curling into a fetal position and allowing himself to be arrested.
Up until this point, E-Vyle had refrained from entering the restaurant out of the belief that the League didn't need an inexperienced newcomer playing hero, but he was beginning to wonder if the League couldn't use all the help that they could get. Shrugging to himself, a bizarre gesture for a dog to those observing him, E-Vyle shifted his form to that of a giant raven, flying over to perch next to the zombie, faintly aware of the helicopter gunfire and the ongoing battle between MC and Ghost.
"So," E-Vyle said, his avian form almost half the height of the zombie's, "Is this sort of thing common for members of the League, or is today just an off day?"
