<strong>Name:</strong>Danny, Haraim, Anatas<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nick, Jess, Ayr, everyone else inside<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Golden Pick<br/><br/>The kitsune was happy to see the tide of the battle turning their way as his allies came in and backed him up against the dwarven security force, or at least he would have been if his own efforts to spill more blood and grow stronger hadn't been consuming his senses. Each time he killed another dwarf, or a particularly angry patron, his self-enchanted bullets seem to burn through enemy armor and flesh more quickly, and the ethereal crescent blades his magic flung across the room grew more frequent, liberating a few dwarves of their stumpy extremities and gradually reduced how much cover the survivors had as they sliced through chairs and tables like paper. Eventually, as the enemy forces started to thin, he decided to seek their target and charged straight for the back door of the room, leaping past a dwarf and removing his ear with some well-placed fang work before heading in the direction he felt the tracking bead from.<br/><br/>Around this time, the VIP room door would burst open and Jess and Nick would find themselves facing a well-aimed throwing axe to one of their faces if they didn't react quickly. Haraim seemed eagerly to end their lives as he raised an assault rifle with one powerful dwarven arm and opened fire on their cover, the other ready to toss another axe when they popped up and a whole sling of the weapon's on his back. Apparently he had managed to clear the escape tunnel at least somewhat, as a few more dwarves were following him onto the main floor, giving the raid party two directions to be attacked from. "I'll shove your bow up you ass, elf!" he shouted across the gunfire as he spotted Jessamyne, regardless of the fact that she wasn't using a bow at that moment.<br/><br/>In the back, what Anatas had thought would be one of the best nights of his life was starting to have a few pitfalls. He drew his own sidearm and threw himself behind a massive keg of ale to take cover as Ayr fire on him, but he was clearly far more well-armed at this point, and he wasn't half-drunk and horny on succubus venom, either. He hid and cowered for as long as he could hold out, occasionally taking poorly aimed potshots back across the room before he heard a werewolf join the party, using the distraction to rush for the exit out into the alley in the back. He hoped the unlucky wolf would give him enough time to get away from the archon, though he wasn't exactly expecting he would run into any more trouble out back.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marc<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone still outside.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Golden Pick<br/><br/>The battle inside the club was full-tilt now, and well loud enough that everyone in the nearby vicinity would hear it, but probably start to fear for their own lives as the roars of lycans and the sounds of magic echoed down the mostly empty street. And if there was enough noise, that meant the paladins would be coming in soon. The nephilim seemed surpassingly calm and even a little relaxed as he nodded to each of the women he had assigned to block off the top and bottom of the street, expecting them to move into position as quickly as possible. He could already hear some sirens in the distance. The paladins didn't normally come to this side of town, but when they did, they came in numbers.