<strong>Name:</strong>Marc, Danny<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside of The Golden Pick<br/><strong>Goal:</strong>Wreck the Club, Capture the Jersey Devil<br/><br/>Demona was barely out the door and Ayr and Jess were still inside when the fireworks finally started, signaling the raid had to begin now, lest the two allies be left to fight alone inside. The nephilim barely needed to nod to his lieutenant to lead the group's assault before the kitsune took his hand and bit in with sharpened teeth. For some reason, Marc didn't seem to mind as Danny drew a few ounces of his demonic blood, shaking his hand clean once the gangbanger broke off and ran out into the street for the club's entrance. The bouncers had retreated a few meters out from the explosions and were just finishing mustering up the balls to go inside when the kit came in from behind, extended a hand that glowed red, and summoned a number of spears from the ground that seemed to be made of nothing but red, shimmering air, yet still pierced dwarven armor and flesh all the same. Running past the impaled group coated him with blood, but it was quickly absorbed into his body. Anyone familiar with magic would now know why the boss made such a weak-looking subhuman his head of security; blood mages were notoriously difficult to control, and often were insatiable in their desire to grow stronger by killing anything, but they could manage some incredible damage if you fed them enough blood.<br/><br/>Blasting through the doors, Danny drew out his new Agincourt magnum and slid behind a booth for cover as the security started to mobilize on the incoming attackers, a dozen dwarves relying on firearms until they could get in close enough to use their axes. It was hardly a fair fight with the kind of force Marc had mobilized, but with the possibility of reinforcements and paladins on the way, the situation could only get more dangerous.<br/><br/>Inside the locked VIP room, Haraim waited by the door for anyone who had enough of a death wish to try to break in, a dazed Anatas struggling to get his pants back on over a stubbornly hard cock. "Get your fucking idiot ass out back and find somewhere to hide until this is over. These shit-eating dogs don't know what they've gotten themselves into," the dwarf lieutenant growled as the beastman made his way into the back area of the cub, moving past the various dead bodies and pieces of wreckage he found as he tried to get to safety. He would be out the back in a minute with a wall of armed dwarves to protect him from Marc's crew. Some of them, anyway...