14:23:57 [Delaney] The Morrigan had revealed one of her many secrets - her fear of the Midhir Prophecy coming to pass. Her belief that the newly arrived Succubus could well be the one that would destroy them all was motive behind the Queen of Dark wanting Delaney dead. Delaney had no idea of such things, and while Galen was now privy to this information, it may well come to him to end Laney’s life before such things arise. Boston was still in shambles, though the cleanup was being done. Power was still out in half of the city which had caused a multitude of activities during the night on behalf of the Fae. Things went missing, pets acted spooked, and electronics though void of power, flickered on and off. The Mortals were exhausted from the storm and the activities and Police were still confounded over who was selling the drug, Spellbound. Doctors equally so at the secret ingredient within the candy-wrapper cover drug. Though Humans had no knowledge of the Midhir prophecy and thankfully so for else chaos would be the be the only way of life. Even Fae were prone not to believe in it, although prophecies were common and more than half the population had the gift of foresight. The Dark Queen was taking no chances. Not only had she requested Delaney’s blood of Galen, but also of another - an assassin who has been hired to wipe out the lust demon and anyone who may know of her or get in his way. More and more Fae seemed to be arriving in Boston. More than there ever had been before, slipping into the Cork, acknowledging the Clans and making their allegiances aware. The hub itself was becoming central - much akin to olden times when most Fae settled on this land, centuries ago. The pull was strange, unknown - the leylines were growing stronger, more powerful and as such, the Fae were reacting. All Fae. Stories of lands long gone, of Tir na og, and of the 13 artifacts were coming to the surface, especially the Four of 13 which were among the most powerful items in this dimension. Though it was coming to light that several were several items were missing, including the Bloodstone of the Goblins. There was a deeper, darker essence working within the underground of Boston. The Four needed to be gathered in order to protect the livelihood of the Fae and the one who would be the Challenger needed to be destroyed before she destroyed life as it is known in this day and age..


14:27:09 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter had awakened early today. He had taken Penance back to her home, and was now back at his apartment. As luck would have it--he lived only three doors down from where Lilium lived. Luckily for him, the Landlord was a Fae. As he opens the door to his apartment and slips back inside and closes the door, he tosses his keys onto a counter and had discovered the daggers and necklace left behind by Penance. As he went to change into his 'work gear' which was basically wearing no clothes at all--as clothes tended to catch fire when he used his powers and incinerated. But the necklace and daggers caught his eyes--possibly from a bit of raven in him. His beakedges curled up into a smile as he took the daggers and the necklace and went into his room and places both on his dresser. Then he turns and leaves his bedroom--and noticed an envelope that wasn't there previously. Padding over as he went to pick it up, his tailfeathers twitching as he slices a talon along the envelope and pulls out a variety of papers. They
14:27:21 [Peter_Xarhilm] were his instructions from The Lady Dark on what his target was, including a picture. The picture was of Delaney, which he took and examined--he'd recognize that face. Then he looks at the instructions. So this was an assassination contract? However he noticed something interesting at the bottom of the instructions: Do whatever it takes to eliminate this infectious gnat from MY city. Collateral damage included. Wow. Whoever this Delaney was, she really got The Lady Dark pissed off--but a contract was a contract. And HOLY BIRDSEED! His eyes widened and he almost hung his beak open as he saw the reward--ten million dollars! WHAT. She REALLY wanted her dead! He took the instructions and envelope and incinerated them in his hands. However he took the picture and examines it again. He spent a good long time looking it over, then he holds onto it and headed out of his apartment again--spreading his wings at the balcony as he kicks off of it and flaps his wings and takes off into the sky. Time to go


14:52:51 [Delaney] Dawn had come and Delaney had been taken away again, only to return just after midday. Sleep was hard to come by, yet she had managed to find a few hours, waking up just as the sun was setting. Her body hurt more today than it did the day before, Dannethion’s training proving to be everything he said. Muscles were tight and sore, skin bruised with welts and cuts, while inwardly she was left feeling like a child, growing up and dealing with the taunts and terrors of high school. At least when she was back in Boston, it was starting to feel like home, which was saying a lot considering she had been on the run for the last eight years. The power was still out in Boston, or at least good chunks of it, though Galen’s apartment was lit well enough - the natural energy of the Fae was enough to at least keep things going, and of course, the inherent magic most of them had deep within. Delaney still wasn’t aware of all her powers nor was she aware of any prophecy, though what she did now was she wanted nothing more -14:53:13 [Delaney] than to heal her aching body. Having gotten out of bed, cleaned up, showered - she had gotten dressed in an old summer dress of hers, the cotton material fitting lightly against her perfect physique, emphasizing her frame in a delicate manner. Despite this, she was strong, powerful at times when she needed to, having all the natural prowess that Fae’s had when it came to stamina, strength, dexterity and agility. Her hair was loose, flowing over her shoulders to cascade in a darkness of gloss, framing her tapered face, the tips of which licked at the smooth curve of her buttocks as she moved. The hem of the dress sunk to her thighs while adorning her feet were her leather boots that rose just to her knees. It was impossible to hide the flesh wounds that accompanied her; she’d given up trying. It was what it was. Regardless, she had other matters to deal with and one was finding a way into Triskilion Manor to get more information on The Morrigan. If not the Manor, somewhere she could find knowledge and there ==14:54:33 [Delaney] was only one other place for that - The Library. She would, of course try to sneak out without Galen spotting her. Using the window in the bedroom, if she was successful..Embarrassed to see the male as she full well knew she'd invaded his dreams just the night before.. not by her own choice, but still. She imagined they'd left a lasting impression upon him.

15:13:50 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter was by no means ill-prepared for his target. In the instructions it had stated that his prey for today was a succubi. Succubi were trouble. Especially since he was a male. He didn't feel like being lulled into a state of rutting like Rath had done to Penance and Lilium the night previous, so he had to take a small detour before he went on the hunt. The phoenix had flown over and downwards and towards an alleyway somewhere in the downtown of Boston. As he landed he padded up towards a large steel door and rapped his talons against it in a particular tune. As he did a small panel opened up as two eyes stared out at him, 'The sun warms my body.' he said and Peter glanced at the eyes and replied, "But money warms my soul." as he said that the panel slammed shut and then various deadbolts were heard being unfastened. And then the large metal door slid open--revealing a small goblin dressed in a tinker's outfit, and not far away from him stood a massive ogre armed in state-of-the-art body armor and carrying 15:14:04 [Peter_Xarhilm] a .50 calibur minigun in his arms as if it were an assault rifle. The goblin grinned a big toothy grin and spreaded his arms, "Peter! Good to see you!" Peter stepped inside as the goblin quickly went to close the door--using a step stool to peer out through the panel and then closing it up again, "Nobody followed you. Good." and then he slams the panel shut and hops off the stool and walks behind a counter. The hidden surplus store was more or less like a 'rare' item shop for those with the...magical aptitudes. But it was designed like an illegal weapons and armor dealer. Peter padded deeper into the room, "Eh, no clothes--you're on duty?" asked the goblin, "Good ta see ya too, Mortin. An' yeah, I'm on a job." the goblin grinned--knowing his customers well, "What's the target for today, eh? A daemon of pride, perhaps? Or maybe a sphinx? Or even a giant eagle?" Peter shook his head as he reaches out and places down the picture of Delaney on the counter. The goblin, Mortin, took out a monocle and looked at the 15:14:28 [Peter_Xarhilm] picture--"Ah, yes. Her. Word on the street is that she's dealing with Spellbound." Peter nodded, "Yeah, I was contracted to take her out." Mortin glanced up at him, "Eh? So why come to me? Unless...there's something more? Easy on the eyes, she is." he grinned and licked his lips. Peter shook his head and chuckled, "Yeah. She's a lust-sucker." and Mortin blinked, "Succubi? Ah, I see. You need a charm to protect you from her...ahem...charms?" Peter nodded. Mortin ducked down behind the counter and was heard rummaging around, "Always something new, Peter. You're one of my favorite customers, you keep me on my toes--always force me to keep everything stocked for every occasion! And you tip generously." Peter chuckled, "My father always told me 'You get what you pay for', and it's especially true in this case--the employer's payin' a mint for her head." as Mortin came back up holding a large tray with various amulets and rings, "Oh? Is that so? I wouldn't want to be her." Peter began to examine the trinkets as he
15:14:43 [Peter_Xarhilm] snickered, "Yeah. The contractor actually said to do whatever it takes. Which means they want them gone, no matter the cost. Might want to bunker in after I leave." Mortin began to smile at this, "Always, Peter. Always. Anyway, I know the regularities--they're all fire immune. You can turn into a bleeding sun and they'd still work. They'll keep her from worming into your mind for a good full twenty-four hours! But after that, you...heh-heh-heh, need to bring them back to me so I can recharge them." nodding to this Peter took an amulet that was shaped like a Firebird of legend, "This one will do." Mortin nodded as he extended a hand to Peter, "Good hunting, Peter--I'll be expecting payment at the usual time of day." Peter clasped hands with his friend and smiled. Then he turns and nods to Bruno, "Hey, Bruno--keep Mortin safe, a'ight?" the ogre nodded and slammed a fist against his chest and held it out towards the Phoenix as he likewise hit his chest and touched knuckles to the ogre, "Kill 'em gud, make mess!"
15:14:57 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter nodded as Mortin began to open the door out of his shop as Peter left. As Mortin closed the door he glances at Bruno, "I wouldn't want to be that Succubi. Heh-heh-heh." Bruno grinned, "Nope!" then he had a blank expression on his face, "Wut iz suck-you-bye?" Peter places the amulet around his neck--spreaded his wings, and took off into the sky to resume his hunt.

15:18:23 Galen The day had come and he wasn't about to stay inside his apartment, wondering what was being done to Delaney this time, something were just better left not thought, as was true for many things in his life but then there were the things he was forced to think on, like finding answers and certainly not on the dream he had the night before. That had left him confused and more then just a bit frustrated, in all the bad ways but whether she had done it deliberately or not, it was hard to say. He had his own life to look after as well, maybe if she did keep it up, he would be forced to kill her. They had started off hating each other, she didn't like him now and she had already used him once, how many more times would she try. He wouldn't forget the Morrigan's words, nor the request. Did he know there was another hired to kill her? Nope, he didn't have a blessed clue and why should he really? A lot was kept from him without his knowledge but such was his life. He had been out on the streets for a -15:19:05 [Galen] majority if the day, trying to gather evidence that he could use to build a case, to prove who was really behind it all because for as much as he may be irritated with Delaney, he didn't believe she would be behind it. NOw it was just turning dark and he figured he should head back to the apartment, the question remained if she would be there or not. He got inside and he could feel the air different, a shower had been freshly run and there was her scent and without stopping, he walked to the bedroom just in time to see her starting to climb out of the window. "Leaving so soon? Seems you just can't keep still, can you." He was pissed off, not so much because she was leaving out the window, it was what had happened last night. "Tell me something Delaney.." He was going to question her on the dreams he had had, but what if she didn't have a part and it had been his mind to concoct that. Yeah, that's whey both needed, more tension. He shook his head and growled low. "You know what? Just go then. You won't 15:19:24 [Galen] listen to me and you are going to get yourself killed. Do whatever the fuck you want Delaney, I have asked you to wait for me and yet you try to leave again, so this time I won't stop you. If you end up dead, then so be it. " He stood there, arms folded over his chest, wearing a pair of faded but dark jeans and a black shirt with long sleeves and black sneakers, his eyes not leaving her form as he waited for her to decide.-e-

15:31:28 Delaney was caught. Of course. By Galen who’d perfectly timed coming into the apartment room she’d been trying to escape from. The window wide open, the fresh air felt wonderful on her flesh, luckily so for the moment she turned to see the male, images of the dreaming were brought to mind. While Succubus may not blush, she certainly felt the heat within and a flush over her smooth, pale, porcelain skin. Mimicking him, she folded her arms then narrowed her ever demure eyes toward the man who was in a good and proper mood. “Wow.. Who pissed in your cornflakes today?” She questioned, trying to keep things light. Yes, he had a point. She was trying to leave again but she knew he’d not agree to her idea even if she did tell him and she’d resort to this method regardless. Delaney was just skipping past this whole scene, but unfortunately timing wasn’t on her side. “I’ve not been to my apartment in four days now. FOUR days. I’ve things there I need to get. If we’re going to do anything together, I need my bag.”
15:31:43 [Delaney] There was a pause as a brief gust of wind flickered through the window, catching the glossy strands of ebon hair, whipping it lightly around her elegant face, smooth shoulders and the ivory column of her neck. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate ALL you are doing, but we both know the true reason. I might have suggested for you to be in a partnership and mayhap you feel some sense of obligation but you work for The Morrigan! The woman WHO wants to kill me. How the hell am I suppose to really trust you?” Not to mention, stop thinking about you in all manners of ways, positions and more. “And what’s more, would you keep STILL if someone had a ransom on your head for something you didn’t do? I don’t think so.” Oh, she could be angry - she had a right to be angry. However, she’d really been trying to avoid him because he clouded her thought process. It was difficult to think about running when all she wanted to do was.. DEL!. “I’m going to my apartment. It’s not that far from here. Then, IF you’d --15:32:02 [Delaney] , IF you’d like to join me, I’m heading to the Library.” She paused, then spoke further. “And if you snap at me or yell at me again, there will be a reason for someone to hunt me down. That I swear, Galen.” And she turned to climb out the window, crawling onto the rooftop it opened up to. Luckily for her, it was dark, and relatively hidden in shadows due to the number of chimneys that stood atop it.


15:33:53 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter wasn't stumbling around in the Dark. He loved doing contracts for The Lady Dark--she gave detailed instructions on what the target was, what they were capable of, potential bodyguards or allies, and even where he could find them--multiple locations, even! So he knew exactly where to go after her. But the fact the instructions had even granted him permission to attack the Dark Prince's home if necessary? The Dark Prince? Whoever this Delaney was, she was so deep down a thorn in the side of his employer that she was willing to sacrifice everything for this. And he was coming up on the house just as Delaney began to leave--he grinned. Slowly he flew down and landed upon a building further higher up than where Galen's apartment/house was located. He held out his right hand as flames began to flicker to life over his talons and then coalescing into his palm in the shape of an orb. The flickering of it was akin to a flashlight on top of the roof--within eyesight of Delaney and Galen both, but with the two
15:34:05 [Peter_Xarhilm] interacting with the other as they were it was unlike either of them would become aware of it. However, he kept intensifying the heat in this ball--wanting this to be a one-shot kill. The flames changed color from a dark orange, to a bright red; then to light blue, and finally into a white color. As everyone knew, the hotter flames were--the whiter it got. Hence the term 'white hot'. He uses his left hand to thumb the area above his head like a pitcher's hat as he turns sideways and holds the swirling white orb in his palms, "An' it's th' bottom o' th' ninth. Bases are full. An' it's Rock'em Sock'em Rogers at th' plate; two balls, two strikes. An' it's all on Pitchin' Punkin' Peter ta put 'em out. An' he winds up th' pitch," as he began to assume the pose of a pitcher about to throw their ball, "winds it up...an' lets 'er rip!" as he hurls the orb--the size of a soccerball now--hurtling towards the succubus that was presently at the window! "Rot in hell ya frickin' drugger." he cursed as he stood up straight 15:34:20 [Peter_Xarhilm] and glances down--his blue eyes, peering coldly at the fireball as it was sent on it's way. Hit or miss, the fireball would hit SOMETHING and then it'd explode into a massive surge of white-hot flames in all directions. The force of the fireball's explosion was like a small bomb, shattering the window that was nearby and scorching the ground and walls--but nothing would catch fire. This particular fireball was designed to flash-scorch everything, and turn organic things into ash. At most, if Galen was still at the window, he'd be blasted back with moderate burns--Delaney, if she didn't move, would likely be turned into a pile of ash. However, his target had moved to the rooftop--so likely the result of the burns would, at most, scorch her legs pretty damn badly! He growled as she moved and went to throw his illusionary cap to the rooftop, "No fair! Ya ain't supposed ta move!"

15:53:07 Rath stood silently atop the roof of a particularly high building, only a few away from the one targeted by Peter's attack. His arms folded across his chest, head canted to the side, he watched. Rath chewed idly on his lower lip, debating whether or not it would be a suitable time for him to.. is "interfere" the word he wanted to use? It was the same building as the girl he followed home the night before, perhaps she was being targeted because of her ability to sense his kind, he mused. At last, he unfolded his arms, stepping towards the edge of the roof. It would be worth a quick peek, at least. So he swiftly -and most importantly- silently made his way over to Delaney and the others.

15:57:16 ClaireMether had finally punched out at 4am and trudged home, barely remembering getting her clothes off before passing out in her bed. Her alarm got her up at 11am, thank god she'd had the sense to get one that was battery powered; a lot of the city was still without power, including her neighborhood. She hopped into the shower and was VERY grateful that her water was heated via natural gas. Her refrigerator and freezer had been pracitcally empty before the blackout anyway; only a half gallon of skim milk and some eggs had been in there. She was off today, but she didn't have any plans; the way things were going in this city she'd likely get called into work anyway. She turned off the shower and dried off, getting dressed with a bit of pep in her step. She glanced at the clock, looked at the clothes in her hand, then thought to hell with it and laid down for a power nap. When she woke again, the last of the day's light was fading fast. She shook her head, shocked she had slept so long; hell she was still semi-wrapped 15:57:30 [ClaireMether] in her towel from her shower earlier. She slid on her black panties, blue jeans, grabbed the first bra she laid hands on, snapped it on, pulled a tan shirt over herself and found her shoes. She was a bit edgy now, cursing that she'd wasted almost her whole damn day. She wasn't on duty, but she still had a permit to carry her handgun, and she strapped on her docker's clutch, throwing her tan trench coat on over it. She grumbled as she slid her shoes on, then pulled her hair back into a ponytail before walking out of her apartment and locking the door. No sooner had she stepped outside when she heard voices arguing; that was it, she was gonna give whoever was arguing the chewing out of their lives. She wanted to enjoy her night, and the first damn thing she had to hear was arguing? No way. She went up the fire escape to get a better look at the two unfortunate souls who were going to get an earful when she stopped in her tracks; the bird-man was here?! That was her first thought, the second being that she 15:57:40 [ClaireMether] should've stayed in bed. The bird man was....throwing fire?! She stood there dumbfounded, trying to register what the heck was happening here.

15:59:00 Galen couldn't his mood and now seeing her trying to escape from his care for yet a second time only pissed him off more. Funny how she stayed with Dann, then again, he had more power to keep her put, Galen didn't. "If it's a trip to your apartment then fine. What's the big deal about that. As the Morrigan was brought into the picture, he frowned and shook his head. "I'm well aware of what she wants to do with you." He grinned wickedly and with more purpose behind it but he said nothing further that might give away the real reason. "Don't you think that if there was more to it, I would just turn you in? I said I would look after you here, I'm doing something she isn't exactly happy about but I said I'd help clear your name an I meant it." Oh how he wanted to jump her then take or or kill her, both seemed appealing at the moment. He let out a long sigh, as she decided to tell him what her plans were, no regard to his own position but she was already going out the- 15:59:07 [Galen] window. First I'll help her, then I'll kill her., he thought to himself as he walked toward the window to follow her, much against what he thought best but it was only once he had reached the window that he saw something coming toward it, being still inside he didn't have time to get out of it's way fully but he managed to yell out to her. "Delaney! Watch out!" The words were no sooner out of his mouth then the force of the blast had caused him to be thrown against the back wall, feeling pain along his arms and legs but his arms had covered his face for the most part to avoid damage to his eyes. His clothes were singed, his skin burned but nothing that bad but he wasn't concerned for himself, he was concerned for Delaney and he hadn't been sure that she had got away from that force. He got up, in pain but nothing that seemed to matter as he tried to head back to the window.-e-

16:07:14 Torch had kept a pretty damn low profile as of late. In fact, only two or three Fae even knew what he'd been up to; he kept showing up for work to avoid raising suspicion from the humans, but outside of that he hadn't been seen. Inside his apartment he had been undergoing intense training, ramping up his control and manipulation of fire; the wards he'd set up around his apartment had kept him undisturbed. There had been a lot going on around the city, and he had the distinct impression that things were beginning to build...it was like seeing a chain reaction being set off. All the while, the humans were ignorant to events, and he hoped they would stay that way. There was enough conflict going on without involving them. He got to his feet, sliding on his shoes and grabbing one of his jackets; he didnt have a shirt on, just his black jeans and the blue denim jacket. Suddenly the wards around his apartment lit up, meaning that some sort of supernatural force was at work. He unlocked his door and exited his apartment

16:15:25 [Delaney] Wasn’t prepared for what was to come, though she had crouched down behind the chimney in order to make her way down through the roof so that as the fireball came her way, she heard Galen’s voice first but not before the large crash occurred, debris flying very where - and heat, intense heat. Most of the chimney beside her crumbled upon impact, the stone itself landing on her as she was pinned to the ground, though in some ways this protected her from the actual flames themselves. Caught within a nook - she crouched, screaming in pain for the time being as she felt her energy course through her. Something inside had awakened, something that had surged through her in defense of what was happening. Was this the Morrigan? Was this what the Dark Queen had in store for her? She’d spend time arguing but she was stuck, held in place under the stones, her body feeling more pain now than she’d ever felt before. Blood seeped from the wounds while her body screamed out for help, her grasp on consciousness was--
16:15:37 [Delaney] Delaney.. Wake up, Delaney.. You need to wake up. Use your strength. Feel the blood in you.. Wake up. You have to run.... the voice was feminine, soft, gentle and faintly familiar as it repeated over and over again in her mind, causing her to remain where she was, though being able to cry out for help.. Someone just move the debris.. Just set her free..

16:19:07 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter blinks as he stood upright--tilting his head back and sniffing the air. That damn incubus was back. Likely going to go help his fellow lust-sucker. He narrowed his eyes. His frustration and anger was a component of his fiery nature, and the air around his body began to distend as the angrier he got the hotter his body became. When he was REALLY pissed off he literally bursted into flames. Flames that couldn't be absorbed or put out--like the fire of a Sun. Flames that melted everything he touched or torched them to ash. (Note he wasn't THAT angry. Not yet.) There was a reason that Phoenix Fae were amongst the most rare kind in the World. They were exceptionally powerful--even the weaker ones were far more dangerous than typical fae. And Peter was no exception. He heard something coming up the fire escape behind him as he chuckles and glances over his shoulder at Claire as she came up, "Oh, hey, coppers. How ya doin' tonight?" and then his wings unfurled as he kicked off the rooftop and took to the sky.


16:19:22 [Peter_Xarhilm] Now he glances down towards the building--he missed her, that much was obvious. But the window exploded inwards, and he didn't see Galen anywhere inside. Likely the Dark Prince wasn't dead--if he was, then The Lady Dark wouldn't have cared. She made it clear: Take out Delaney at all costs. And he intended to do just that--even if he had to turn half of this neighborhood into a molten wasteland! He held out his hands as he hovered a good dozen yards above the building. Forming seven smaller orbs of flames that swirl in front of his body vertically. Crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes began to flare up a brilliant light blue color as the orbs turn light blue themselves...then he spreaded his arms with a loud eagle's cry as the seven orbs flew downwards! He hadn't seen where Delaney vanished off too so he had to resort to the age-old tactics of BOMB THE FRICK OUT OF THE WHOLE AREA! Which is what he did, the orbs slammed down against the entirety of the household in an even spread--like an artillery 16:19:30 [Peter_Xarhilm] barrage! The whole building was shaking, each explosion like a missile--causing debris to fly, and these orbs WERE designed to catch things on fire! He hovers in the air and observes the destructive aftermath of his attack, "Suck that ya nazi scumbag. That's fer m'bro!"

16:28:01 Rath was taking his time. No need to rush. He was in the middle of pondering how everything would go down when suddenly the building erupted into flames. He could feel the heat even from one building over, which is where he now stood. Rath licked his lips, pausing. His arms folded across his chest once more, hair ruffling in the warm breeze. Hmn. This was going to take a little more planning that he was used to. No matter. It'd been a while since he had been in a good fight, and he was already thinking about the ways he could use his abilities to turn the tables on the walking roast chicken.

16:37:44 Galen hadn't known what hit him, quite literally, as he got back to the window, his eyes darting around and the first thing he saw was a creature in the distance, something he hadn't seen before but it didn't take a genius to figure out it was attacking Delaney. He hadn't realized that the Morrigan had sent in another to attack and with no regard on his well being but right now his first priority was to make sure Delaney was safe and at this point, he didn't even know if she was alive. There was debris already spread out over the roof as he crawled carefully and quickly but he couldn't see her. "Delaney!" He had seen the creature now took flight, into he air and there was fire coming down from the sky which didn't give him long to react. He looked around frantically and then saw something, under the debris and he knew it had to be Delaney but she was buried and he wouldn't have time to dig her out. The fire was coming down and if he stayed there then he would die and be of no use to anyone. He was crouched down - 16:37:58 [Galen] but he saw something just two feet away and before the fire could hit him, he leapt forward, picking up whatever it was he saw on the roof and then rolled until he was now over the edge of it and falling toward the ground. He'd only managed this once and he wasn't sure if it would work, but it was the only chance he had. He closed his eyes, focused all his power and then he was no longer falling, wings had spread out and the dead pigeon he had been holding was now the one replacing him falling. Galen had shifted extremely fast and was now getting use to his new form, flying out of the immediate danger to figure out what he could do. He hadn't been aware of anyone nearby at that moment.-e-

16:55:14 Torch was suddenly hit by a wave of heat and fire, torching his jacket and a good deal of his jeans. He was immune to the heat and fire, so he looked around to find the source. The flaming bird man in the sky was a pretty dead giveaway. It was also clear that he was just getting warmed up, and that first blast hadn't been aimed at him. He looked over to a collapsed part of the complex; it was clear that it had suffered the brunt of the first attack. Now seven orbs, the color of whitish blue indicating extreme heat, were being gathered. He had little time. Anger, resentment, frustration...he drew all of these negative emotions into him as he leapt into the air, landing on a balcony near the collapsed building. He held his hands out as the seven orbs came crashing down, his hands turning into white-hot points of fire; these orbs weren't of his design, but they were based on fire, and he could feel them like he could any other flame. He caught the two closest orbs and snuffed them out, managing to deflect the third 16:55:29 [Torch] closest orb off a good mile or so away. He couldnt get a grip on the remaining four, although whoever had been around this collapsed apartment would be safe for the moment. As the remaining orbs impacted, the force of the explosions shook the whole block; Torch had the sense of mind to snuff the resulting fires from the blasts, although he could do nothing for the initial damage they had caused.