Deus notices the shots from his weapon had done next to nothing, but, it was in the final moments when the world began to spin. His feet lifted from the ground as he spiraled around like a shoe in a tumble drier, attempting to grab desperately to anything he could manage, alas, his reactions were far too slow to be able to do anything in this one instance. It was not long when they came to a stop, looking back on the events that occurred it seemed that the woman which Belle had taken a liking to was a little more than apt than he had expected, she moved with an unrivaled finesse and agility, managing to get behind the monster and assure the safety of the little one which had been trapped between them and the monster. He remembered the summon which had been cast as he would soon assume the minion of Sobek would leap into action, hopefully reigned under the control of the sorcerer. Healing powers lofted through the air to aid the childs' wounds, which put the mind of Deus at ease, as he felt that he had a duty to protect those far less able to defend themselves. Though, what truly sparked his attention was the nature of the woman which coiled around the psychopomp... Her power seemed to be strong, not as strong as the creature, but strong none the less, not something he had ever seen in a long, long time. Perhaps they had a chance here, between their individual talents, were they to work together, they would be able to get through this mess more or less alive.<br/><br/>Deus once the car stopped, burst into action, muttering a soft series of syllables in sanskrit, power fflowed from his voice to the doors of the train cart as well as the mechanical exits. Each of them opened in turn, curling and shaping where needed to open properly or simply detatch from their holds to fall open upon the ground... Once they were open, Deus made a mad dash for the exit of the claustrophobic cart, moving into the much more open area around them. feeling the strange sensation of a new world underfoot as he looked up at the moon-less night sky, realizing that it seemed that in this world, the living may well be the aliens here...<br/><br/>Power could be felt in the air once more, Belle it seemed had fled for safety, which in of itself seemed curious to Deus, but, at the same time, it perhaps meant that she was the true target of the beast... or, was it each and all of them...? The thought came through his mind like a subtle wave of doubt which forced Deus' muscles to clench and tighten, fear betwixt determination and the drive to survive the encounter warred in his mind, each side equal until the reinforcements of his protective nature beat down the fear under the sheer weight of his determined mind. Remembering that he was no mere man, but a sage of Imhotep, a reanimation of the will of a god, he was a power to be reckoned with, just as every member of the group assembled here seemed to be, drawn to a common cause, a common imbalance in the natural world order, as if nature was seeking a means to craft order, and it had assembled the circumstances necessary to do so.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Deus put faith in this thought...</span><br/><br/>Opening his eyes with a new found determination he realized that a member of their own group had undergone a transformation of his own, but while the one Deus had gone through had been internal, the now more draconic mans' metamorphosis seemed to have been very external in nature, having adopted the jaws and structure of a reptile more than a man. The sorcerer seemed to be chanelling a great power for a mortal man, but, without time for curiosity Deus ran to an open area to the flank of the monster, strafing and firing arcane bolts from his pistol, all the while his briefcase gripped tightly in his other hand. The bolts crackled as they soared through the air, a combination of the product of magic and machine working together in impossible harmony. The hue of the bolts in this world and the change of mindset of the user had changed the color of the bolts to a deep and authoritative purple which became gradually brighter and more energetic the closer to the center of the bolt until it was nothing but void-like white... Each bolt drained at the magical essence of Deus as he fired them, knowing that he did not have a limitless sum of ammunition without Belle being closer than she was.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">But he had enough.</span><br/><br/>Keeping a steady stream of fire, he hoped to distract the beast with the bolts, each one of them would be painful, maybe even lethal to a human were he to be extremely lucky, though, realistically, they were closer to a concussive injuring force of heat and energy more than a lethal one. Which he hoped would distract the creature long enough for the others to escape its gaze and position themselves free of the car. He had no doubt that the trained woman and the priest had the level headed nature to ensure this action to come to pass... When each of them were free of the cart, Deus would cease his fire and begin to chant with the language of his people, thrusting his hand down to the earth as he attempted to ground his power, a small symbol appearing around himself, acting like an earth for an electrical current, fortifying the connection with his source. Deus praised and recited a deed of his god which applied to the challenge which he currently faced before asking for similar power.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF00FF">"Oh great and mighty Imhotep, who was cast into the shadow to die a thousandfold deaths, cursed by the gods only to defy them and walk the earth once more as one of them. Please grant me thy resolve, grant me the strength of mind, body, and spirit to do your will and save those innocent which surround me and undo the darkness of death."</span></span><br/><br/>Deus, should his chant be completed, would look to his firearm and watch as the metal from it and the brief case in his hand would mold and shift once again to become something else. The titanium steel would warp to create plated steel for a long shaft, while the carbon would become fibrous and weave itself into nano tubes of incredible strength. The remaining materials and the briefcase would warp into a quiver and arrows as his arcane bow would be completed, each of the arrows engraved with the rite of his spell which had created them. Deus felt far more at home with a bow in his hands, a weapon made to support the front lines of combat, able to weave spells on each of the steel plated arrows to have various effects and abilities, and a bowstring tight enough and strong enough to be impossibly strong for a human man, but perfect for his own strength to draw back to its fullest... Deus would not aim yet, but instead survey, preparing to avoid whatever the creature had to throw at him, or perhaps even endure.<br/><br/>Belle in the mean time hid behind her protectors, looking and meowing fearfully toward Deus and Leo like a cat stuck up in a tree. Calling for them to kill the creature which pursued it, promising them whatever dead quarry it can attain for the rest of its life to the victor.