Ame Damnee The Throne Room

[Monster the Vamelfaer]

Dante - Throne Room
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Everything happened so fast it was hard to keep track of what was going on, so Dante had done the only thing he could: focused on what was right in front of him. He had attacked the enemy with an eerie calmness that seemed to stand out amongst all the chaos, but such was his fashion. He was so focused on dealing damage that he almost didn't hear Dot's call for retreat. In response, he loosed one last arrow into someone's skull before following after her. Some part of his mind registered that the Underground was probably finished, that they had failed so spectacularly that there would be no way of coming back from this, but at the moment, none of it mattered. In so much madness, someone had to keep a cool head. And that someone would be him, because he was the only one cold enough to do it.

 

[Kian]

Jin Crowley, Throne Room of the Empyrean Palace

Quickly stashing his flask away while leaving the liquid splayed out across the stone slabs of the floor, Jin drew his flintlock before taking aim for the dwarf. There wasn't much the Grandmaster was willing to do in the chaos of the battle, knowing he could perhaps kill his own followers or a warden, his old allegiance, but a shot at the dwarf could be another soul reaped and less of his own lost to his incessant rain of crossbow bolts. Squeezing the trigger, the musket ball rolled through the short barrel before heading straight towards Devon. The bullet quickly flew past the dwarf, inches from his position. With a confident grin, Jin gave a silent wave while the pistol hung at his trigger finger. You an' I will be meeting again, dwarf, someday.
Satisfied, he turned and crossed his arms with the now-empty flintlock briefly aimed upwards towards the Admiral, he lumbered forward, away from the battle while speaking, "Welcome to the crew, Martell. We'll be findin' ye daugh'er soon enough. We're leaving port today."

 

[JessieJames]

Admiral Blake Martell- Throne Room

The displays before him did little to make the man smile or show any emotion at the moment. He lazily moved out of the way feeling this wasn’t his job in the first place that was till a man thought it wise to rush the Admiral with his blade raised. In a swift barely seen movement his sword left its scabbard cleaved the man’s head from his shoulders while his body twitched slightly before toppling over backwards. The sword had been wiped and returned before the head hit the floor and rolled away for a moment. After a moment he noticed the uniform was of the Wardens it didn’t change his feelings about the situation in the least though to know he cut down one of his comrades.

His gaze drifted to the ghostly man he had signed his soul over to. How he disliked the look in his eyes. They reminded him too much of his own when he was battling against others on the open seas. That wild expression revealing the pleasure a man took in outwitting and out gunning another till they were at their mercy. At the news they would be leaving soon he turned away and headed towards the door.

Kestrel - Throne Room

Kestrel was at the heels of the others as they entered the room. A quick glance about showed him a battle that was drawing its final breath as so many people around them. The male that stepped past him drew a fear from his core that he hadn’t know existed. Those eyes so pale they didn’t seem to see the present before him and hair nearly equally so. A black hat was being placed upon that head as the clipping of his boots against the blood coated stone floor reminded him of a deep dark prison with a guard that could only be the devil himself.

For once in his life Kestrel waited as still as possible for the man to leave hoping to not draw his attention. The burning in his chest caused him to gasp. He had been holding his breath! Swallowing thickly he shivered before continuing into the throne room to add those that had saved his life.

 

[Rue]

Devon Ironsides - Throne Room

The melee was pure chaos, and while Devon was in his element, the fight was going south for the Underground very fast, their men were dying faster then the pirates and his powers were almost depleted. Then the Wardens came and any chance of winning this fight was lost. He managed to fight off two of them when he became distracted by Dot's scream. Looking over to where her voice came, he was shocked into stillness. Minerva, his leader and one of his greatest friends, lay dead, her head resembling a smashed watermelon. Time seemed to slow down around him as he felt a tear come to his eye, but his power wasn't active.

As Dot gave the command to fall back, he snapped back to reality, feeling a fury burning in his gut that he'd never felt before. He called out to his fellow commanders. "Dante, Dot, get everyone out now! I'll hold them back as long as I can." Springing into action, he leapt into the midst of the wardens, laying into all of them with a flurry of punches, the pain he felt in his broken fingers was gone, replaced with pure rage and adrenaline. If he was destined to die here, he'd take out as many bastards as he could to make sure Dot and the others could get away.

 

[~Nemo~]

Dot shook her head at Devon's words. "No, you need to come too. It's too danger--" her words were cut off by one of the Underground, pulling her along. "We need to leave now, Master Dot." With a sigh, she rushed with the Underground member. "You better stay alive, Devon." She called out before grabbing the other who was pulling her along. "I may be blind but I don't need a guide, if you're so willing to get me out before your own life, then go in, gather a few people and grab the ones who are injured but still alive. Stay alive, my friend." She said before bounding away, standing guard as what was left of the Underground escape.