It all began with the<span style="font-style: italic">HISS</span>from Belle for Deus,<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF0040">"DANGER!"</span></span><br/><br/>The enigmatic feline never hissed, this experience was a first to Deus, like the call of arms from Alexander the Great, Deus' spirit lifted and he felt himself empathize her anger. As Belle peered from of the woman's bag, bared her teeth and her malice audibly, even though she was a further two cars away from himself, the resounding echo of the cats intention could be heard like the resounding boom of atomic weapon, clear as day in the ears of Deus. The malignant power of the intent was so strong that Deus gripped the hollow aluminium pole which comprised the arm rest of his seat too hard, leaving a clear imprint of his digits and mangling the steel beyond repair in moments before he stood up to look through the windows down the hallways of the train. Something was happening down there, as something peered into existence, Deus watched as a girl was grabbed, blood was spilled, and the man who had spoken out earlier among them, was channeling power from some far off place, the power of which hit Deus like a powerful scent. Whatever was happening, the smell of magic in the air like the spice at an Indian market foretold something bad if it was out in the open, and Deus knew he needed to be there to help not only Belle, but the people who she was there with.<br/><br/>The time for subtlety was over, Deus picked up to a run as he reached the first of the doors between the cars, as this was a passenger train, he turned the handle which would be opened by the ticket taker, turning it, the doors flung open as Deus picked up speed through the next cart, his briefcase in his hand as he began to mutter the words of a ritual under his breath, calling upon his patron and all of his power to aid him in the coming struggles in the ancient tongue of the earliest and most noble of Egyptian sorcerers. Breaking into a sprint as he approached the door to the car they each and all were in, Deus grabbed the handle, and rather than twisting as he pulled, placing his palm on the door at his side to support his strength, with a single collossal heave, the latch of the door of the train was torn through the sheet metal catch, the hinges of the door twisted as the rivets were pulled through the steel and the metal, although hollow padded door was torn from its hinges with a single violent pull and thrown meters behind Deus as he stepped through, gritting his teeth and observing everything that was going on around them.<br/><br/>At this point, it seemed some form of dragonic barghest was summoned to combat the creature by the bizzare man, Belle had leaped from the bag of the women and retreated to behind Deus, behind everyone else in the car, rowling and hissing with her fur up on end, the Mau seemed to be actively defending herself, though she had little magic to command offensively other than her spoken commands, which only worked against the dead, rather than spirits of death themselves, but by now, the spell which Deus had spoken in his native tongue was complete, but it was not without some cost.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF40FF">"By the power of Imhotep, breaker of the darkest curse, god of all that is progress, he who walked the earth after death reconstituted and whom crafted the pyramid of Djoser. As you created columns to support the structures of man, I ask of you to support myself as I craft your magic into a tool of power of my own design!"</span></span><br/><br/>The magic which coiled from his tongue robbed himself of some of the magic of his living body, killing his skin for a moment like a blast of a necrotic wind which quickly faded as he reconstituted. The case which was gripped tightly by the ancient undead seemed to break apart, the copper and magnets and silicon combining, as tubes were formed, coiling around his arm like ancient snakes as they weaved between each other to form a magically powered energy weapon the likes of the late Nickoli Tesla would have been proud to behold. His mode of thinking to create a weapon which bore a coil capable of converting his own magical energy into augmented electrical power to become more of a plasma than raw lightning. The arcane technology was not particularly mechanically feasible in the natural world, rather bordering of the impossible, the grip of the case became the handle of the handgun sized firearm as the light titanium and insulation material over the next couple of moments covered the weapon's exposed organs, creating plating, insulation, ventilation and more. Once the weapon was completed, the remainder of the materials which were lay in the now handle-less case, were left on the ground as the technomancer raised his weapon to the opponent of all of them, commanding the civilians around him to fall back into the car which he had ripped the door off for their own safety before aiming at one of the beasts arms.<br/><br/>And firing.<br/><br/>The bolt of power which flew through the air cost Deus some of his own magical power, eating at his own mystical essence, revealing some of his true self for but a moment, his skin around his hand and the arm of which he was firing from turning dead and bracken before flickering back to life again like the a superhuman healing factor. The bolt hummed as it cascaded through the fragile air, crackling with power as it aimed for the darkness on the upper right hand side of the pool, straight for one of the beasts visible arms. Whether it would land or not was another issue all together, Deus had not heard of the warning about the girl behind the beast, and should the bolt pass through its angle would be one which would miss, but, it would hit the side of the train, the energy would disperse and the dispersion-like explosion would be enough to knock the girl violently, or even burn her mildly on some of her body from that distance, however, with the magic surging through the bolt, as well as the natural energy, 'hopefully' Deus thought, 'It will collide.'.<br/><br/>The Psychopomp was something of death itself, Deus found it very unlikely that one could kill a being of death, but what the hell was it doing here? Were the people here already dead? Or simply to be harvested? Deus could not help but feel like if the essence of death was prevalent around this area, he would have been the first to notice it, due to his own personal connection with the force which follows all life like a shadow... Should the first of Deus' shots connect with the powerful spectral creature as if it were a tangible substance, Deus would grow in confidence, and proceed to fire three more bolts as he would advance up the train.