<strong>Name:</strong>Anatas, Haraim, Marc, Danny<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Golden Pick<br/><br/>For the second time that night, the Jersey Devil experienced what it was like to have something sharp pierce his genitals and pump him full of chemicals against his will. Before, it was simply Demona supercharging his sex drive and subjecting him to unbelievable pleasure that was hellish in its own right, but the dart that struck his oversized ball did nothing more than make him whimper with pain, his face freezing in a mask of shock and disbelief until the drugs finally took over and dropped him to the ground, blissfully freeing him from the torment that night was forcing on him, at least until he woke up. With their target out cold and either Wade or Ayr free to pick him up, their goal was most of the way accomplished, but it wouldn't seem that way now that the forces of the enemy were building up.<br/><br/>Despite the arrival of some half a dozen squad cars onto the scene, Demona's wave of influence proved to be a very effective distraction, enough to allow Wade and the other former members of the Maidenhood to take them out and provide some clearance until reinforcements arrived, as the sirens blaring through the city night seemed to foretell. Only two women were among the group, but that was enough to disable two of the cars, as one paladin and his female partner found themselves in a passionate embrace, and a cleric that had rode along with two officers now found herself between them and satisfying more than their healing needs (though she would probably require some soothing ointment herself at the end of the night). Marc seemed as unwavered as ever by the chaos and destruction his small crew had managed to bring about, quite assured his plan was going off just as expected.<br/><br/>Inside, it was around the time that a massive werewolf was throwing the corpse of another, friendly werewolf in his direction that Haraim knew the battle wasn't going in their favor. The veteran warrior ducked and rolled with all the elegance of, well, a dwarf, though two of his elite axeslingers weren't quite so lucky, with one receiving a concussion and the other's stout neck snapping completely before he had the chance to feel the whiplash. Growling in disdain, the maddwarf left his men to handle the main floor while he circled around back to get outside and flank the raiders, though when he encountered the puppy from before standing not too far from his associate's unconscious body, he knew his business had changed. He didn't hesitate as he drew an axe and flung it straight for Ayr's neck.