The running from the stairs continues, Cheerleader seemingly oblivious to it slips out of the grip of the Plant spirit that seems to have no interest in her now, and blows a kiss to the fire spirit which promptly dissipates under a hail of mana.

Shen senses three benign presences in his vicinity. He mentally nudges two of them towards the gunfire, and projects and image of healing into the mind of the third.

Cheerleader nods towards the bathroom door, she raises a singlefinger and moths the word hostile. A breif look of concentration passes over her face that suggests to you that she's calling her own spirits.

The running outside reaches the door, Cheerleader doesn't seem to have noticed it.
You call your spirits, you feel them bow to you and agree to your requests.



The running feet reach the door. Cheerleader pulls an odd looking pistol with a bulbous clip infront of the trigger and what looks like a grenade from within her jacket.

Shen senses a feeling of anger so hot it would burn all the world if only it were told where to start. To the outside world, his eyes glaze over; to him, he suddenly finds himself able to see the hidden meanings behind things, the life and lack thereof.

Cheerleader chucks the grenade into the bath room, as she does an air elemental appears and calls the bath room door shut with a slam. A thunk as if a grenade had it it responds from the door moments later.

The running feet burst into the room. Three nasty looking bullet wound stream blood down Wildchild's chest. "The Fuckers had Ex-Ex loaded."

Streaming concentrated life force into Wildchild's wounds, Shen asks him, "Are there any more?

"Not anymore," he growls, the bath room door is hurled open noxious smoke pours out followed by a lightly armoured masked man. He is promptly covered in white foam from Cheerleaders odd looking gun. He collapses into a polystyrene heapon the floor.

"And thanks to the Alter Boy special we got ourselves a live one," she says grinning impishly for a second it quickly fades, "okay we need to move pronto, I'll call a ride in for Shen and Hannah, we can take Wing by another, route."

She pauses for a few seconds, you glance at Wildchild's wounds even with the power you put in your surprised that seems fully healed.



The phone calls seem to go on for a bit, Cheerleader gradually looking more stressed. She swears as she tries one last call. Moments into the call her face breaks into a grin.

As the call ends she looks at Wildchild, "Oh good all better, how many on the stairs?"

"Two, ork and troll, both filling the hallway with broken necks," he shrugs maybe you should check his aura again, "they annoyed me."

"Yeah you always break your toys when your annoyed."

"Do we have transport?"

"Yeah and back up. Autumn and Brandon are in town and just round the corner, looks like we got the big guns."