<div align="center"><strong>GM Post</strong></div><br/>Kaspian's thrust to the kneecap proved sufficient to sever the limb he struck at. The creature shrieked in pain, but the cry was mostly drowned out by the sound of machinery failing catastrophically and the ongoing blaring of alarms. Electrical shorts started to happen, and some lights began to blink on and off as their power supply was interrupted by the engine and other parts of the ship destroying themselves. The demon did not bleed, as such: the wound simply dripped the dark black sludge that covered its body and seemed to make up the thing. The limb on the ground lost all shape and cohesion after being severed from the main body, dispersing into a glossy black pool of thick sludge.<br/><br/>With their Speed Runes and the demon's wounded state, the Shadowhunters were able to flee from the demon. It pursued them, of course, but they were able to outpace it. The demon's focused totality was on pursuing them, granting further credence to the notion that it was some hitherto unknown type of lower demon with mental faculties scarcely above those of an animal. A pipe burst behind the Shadowhunters as they speed towards the upper decks, and the demon was blasted with scalding steam. It shrieked in inhuman, infernal pain, and its pursuit was further slowed by this set back.<br/><br/>As the three fled, more pipes burst behind them. Lightbulbs burst as they experienced surges, plunging the ship behind them into darkness.<br/><br/>The helicopter waited at the appointed place. The pilot waited coolly and professionally for everyone to get on board and strapped in, and there was a sudden jerk as he abruptly gained altitude. There was a sharp jerking that caused the helicopter to shake violently for a moment, before its ascent continued.<br/><br/>On the area of the deck the helicopter previously occupied, the demon stood, glaring with impotent and unreasoning hatred at the helicopter as it flew away. The helicopter turned and began a course towards the shore, and the ship began to explode and tear itself apart just as they reached a safe distance. The explosions that wracked the ship were particularly violent, breaking in into five large chunks. Perhaps the violence of these explosions and the huge fireballs the produced would in some way mitigate the ecological damage, consuming fuel, oils, and other combustibles that would otherwise contaminate the ocean. But that was a concern for mundanes.<br/><br/>Michael was unresponsive for the return flight, and the pilot radioed ahead so that there was a Warlock ready to portal them all back to the Institute. Michael was pulled from the helicopter and placed onto a stretcher by a pair of Shadowhunters who specialized in healing and they went through the portal first. Kaleigh, Kaspian, and Melody got a once-over from a medic Shadowhunter as well, before they were allowed to go through the portal. The medic Shadowhunter traced a healing Rune onto each of them, just to be on the safe, and it was expertly drawn - as perfectly as any non-Angelic hand might render it, ensuring the utmost functionality.<br/><br/>The portal disgorged the three Shadowhunters into the infirmary of the Institute. Michael was being worked on by several medics, and more were on hand to give the trio on their feet a more thoroughly examination if they needed it. Francis was there as well, but he stayed out of the way of the Infirmary staff and allowing them to do their jobs, standing to the side with clasped hands until he received the go-ahead.<br/><br/>"I'm quite glad to see you all made it back. I had a bit of things from Juergen, but I'd like all of you to get your reports in as soon as possible. Once you're cleared by the infirmary staff, grab a shower, get cleaned up, and then get yours thoughts and impressions down while they're still fresh." Francis told them, impressing the urgency of the matter on them while - hopefully - not being too pushy. His pleasure at them all coming back alive and relatively unharmed was genuine, however, and it showed in his body language and eyes. He looked over at Michael, and it was difficult to if the mask of Shadowhunter emotional control slipped or if it was a trick of the light as Francis's expression changed. Then whatever it may had been was gone, and Francis looked back at Kaleigh, Kaspian, and Melody. "I'm eager to read those reports, but I don't think it's premature to say: well done. Strong work."<br/><br/>With that, Francis gave the trio a nod, and left them to their own devices, entrusting them to get the work done in due time without badgering them.