Post by Margaret Rosier on Oct 6, 2013 11:56:54 GMT -5
Maggie threw up a shield spell as the effects of the explosion erupted into the street. At first the witch made to quickly move forward and corner her prey but the sight of the mess the spell made caused her to exercise caution. If she entered the bookstore where she couldn’t see then she could put herself at a dangerous disadvantage. Margaret was used to fighting creatures with far better senses and adjusted her strategies accordingly.
The witch put the tracking rune into a pouch at her waist and drew out her gun with her spare hand. Her dark eyes pierced the bookstore and waited until the grit settled enough for her tastes before apparating inside with her wand held aloft. Margaret gave herself a moment to adjust to the haze of her new surroundings before putting herself on target.
Even tarnished from the dust of the wreckage, Roan’s yellow robes were still an easy beacon. “Sectumsempra!” Maggie lunged forward with the spell, her arm with the gun outstretched and ready to fire if necessary.
The specks in the air lit up with light as another spell went flying at Roan. In a split second reaction she ducked and avoided it before dashing outside and using the door half hanging on its frame as a block between her and the witch. Stay alive. Just stay alive. The woman closed her eyes and thought about shifting into her much neglected wolf form. It would have the speed advantage over Maggie and at least give her a chance of getting away, though it would lose her some sympathies of the bystanders around them.
Right as her eyes turned to the rich gold a sharp bang and ping came from behind her, making Roan lunge forward into the street. Most magical folk wouldn’t know that sound, but Roan’s muggle lineage afforded her other knowledge. Maggie apparently had a gun, and knowing the Church, it had silver bullets.
Roan’s breathing picked up as fear spread through her nerves. Spinning on her heel the woman ran down the street letting her unnatural lycan stamina carry her away from the wreckage of the bookstore and into a crowded main area of Drakborough.
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
Post by Margaret Rosier on Oct 6, 2013 11:57:23 GMT -5
When the lycan dodged Maggie’s spell she quickly stepped forward and let loose two shots of her gun. The bullets embedded themselves in the wood of the door, doing no damage to her target. The witch lowered her weapon and moved forward. Margaret was a pureblood and had never held a muggle weapon until her training with the Black Forest Church. She was not as accurate with it as other Hunters were and loathed using the clumsy weapon, but it was a straightforward way to pump a lycan full of silver if she could get close enough.
Emerging onto the small road of shops Maggie saw her prey fleeing through the crowd. The witch resisted the urge to use apparation to get ahead of the lycaness. There were too many people in the area and there was no way to be precise in her movements.
Instead, Maggie solidified her stance and her wand began to wave in the air with fluid movements. Shingles which lined the rooftops of the nearby stores began to shake before falling like an avalanche from their places. When each piece of clay tile hit the ground it shattered not into pieces but into bursts of water. Within seconds a torrent was flooding the streets and forcing people to flee down alleyways and out of storefronts. Another whip of Maggie’s wand send the water rushing down the open street towards her prey. In a final elegant move of her wand the waves began to solidify into shards of ice as they moved, imprisoning any remaining in its path.
Roan shoved her way through crowds of patrons struggling to see what was happening with all of the ruckus down the street. The panic on her face was enough to make most people quickly move out the way despite her small size. Murmurs of confusion turned to shouts of alarm, causing Roan to look back and see the flood of water rushing down the street and mowing down anyone in its path. Witches and wizards were apparating away and those who couldn’t were dashing into stores and slamming the doors shut. The bustling streets of Drakborough were being abandoned as the battle began to play out.
The lycaness allowed herself to be caught up by the panic and followed a family into a nearby toy store. As the door slammed behind her the water rushed by with a roar. Under her fingers on the door handle she could feel as the water quickly froze. Spidery veins of ice crackled at the windows as waves up to eight feet tall became solid in seconds. She could hear whimpering and whispers of confusion behind her as a mother tried to calm her kids. Anyone who could apparate away had, and now these innocents were in the crossfire.
Roan turned around and spoke very quietly. "This place is going to become very dangerous soon. There has to be a back door, get out as quickly as possible." Outside there was an almost steady rhythm of cracking. She knew Margaret was searching for her and would know she wasn't in the ice soon. The civilians barely looked at her before rushing out of a doorway in the back of the building as quickly as possible.
The woman was tired of guilt and couldn't believe she could feel anymore. Her desire to not drag anyone else into her problems led to even more innocents in danger. Roan debated stopping and letting Maggie finish the job, but stopped shy from her own selfish fear. The lycan's hand shakily left the door and she crept behind one of the many low shelves to wait for her pursuer and hopefully give the civilians enough time to get to relative safety before she herself fled as well.
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
Post by Margaret Rosier on Oct 6, 2013 11:57:53 GMT -5
With gigantic creaks and crack Maggie's river of ice solidified into place. Dense waves of frozen water covered the street and blocked doorways and windows. Anyone within the buildings would have very few options to get out and it also cleared the civilians from the street. Now this area was no longer an option to her prey. The witch quickly apparated along the length of her icy creation, her boots slipping each time she landed. Dark eyes scanned the depths of the ice for Roan, but didn't find her trapped.
After one long perimeter check of the ice Maggie apparated back to solid ground and pulled the tracking rune from her pocket. As long as she had that device she had a way to find Roan. The surety of it was leading to overconfidence on her part, but the witch couldn't see it. She was blinded by the sheer desire to correct her mistake and restore her reputation. A capture and kill of this magnitude would redeem her in the eyes of the Church and possibly escalate her career goals. And so Maggie forged ahead with her desire hampering her every thought.
One glance at the rune gave Margaret a direction and she apparated off along the stores. Each time she appeared in another building the people around her screamed and gasped at the surprise. The witch gave no heed to those huddled in fear in the ice encased stores, but rather glanced around for her target and apparated away again in the direction of the rune. Finally the crack of her apparation was met with silence and Maggie's senses as a huntress perked up.
The toy shop was near the end of her water attack and was abandoned, which was enough to strike Maggie as odd. Lifting her wand the witch let a spell arc out in front of her, looking to provoke a reaction if Roan was inside. "Reducto!"
By now Roan knew the sound of apparation very well. The creak of Maggie's boots and even her scent were harsh on her senses and almost made her vomit with fear. The lycan struggled to get hold of herself even though she knew her death was possibly only feet away. Everything within her body was tensed like a spring, waiting for an attack she knew had to come. Maggie wouldn't be pausing there if she didn't suspect Roan was there as well.
Again Roan found herself bracing as a spell rang out across the store. As a flash of light hit the shelves the air was at once clouded with the dust of disintegrating wood and the exploded fluff of destroyed toys. Pieces of plastic rained to the ground and the entire air hung heavy with a cloud of debris. The lycan wasted no time and found herself making an offensive move for the first time in the chase. Since she was supposed to be playing the victim any offensive move wouldn't be wise. With nobody around though she needed to find a way to escape.
Using the strength which was one of the few perks of being a lycan Roan wrapped her hands around the shelf which had been her cover and threw it violently at Maggie. As soon as the wood left her fingers Roan was on her feet and dashing through the haze out the back door.
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
Post by Margaret Rosier on Oct 6, 2013 11:58:22 GMT -5
The violent reaction of Maggie's spell was a massive mistake on her own part. Normally she took time to strategize and plan her movements but now found herself acting rather erratically. As soon as the spell made contact with anything solid there was an explosion in the room which clouded her vision. The movement of her wand which summoned a shield was natural to her and Maggie threw one up as soon as the reducto spell left to guard against debris.
The huntress let it down and began to scan through the grit using all of her senses to see if Roan was there. She was hardly expecting a large four tiered shelf to come flying her way and slamming her into the counter at her back. Quickly Maggie shoved the furniture off her with her wand arm and with the other she redrew her gun. In the scuffle she could hear someone running and instinctively pivoted and aimed her gun near the noise.
Margaret rapidly let off four shots of the gun before stopping to catch the breath which had been knocked out of her by the shelf. At first the witch made to pursue but stopped and began to analyze. Another thoughtless reaction like this one could put her in serious danger. Although she wasn't in a place to plan, she could at least think before acting.
The witch re-hostlered the gun and walked out the back door. Her boots crunched on broken dolls and the stuffing of plush bears. With her wand aloft Maggie exited the building and found herself in a straightforward alley. One way out led towards the ice and the other onto a residential street. Since Roan couldn't apparate there was only one way she could have gone.
Maggie cursed in her mind and hesitated. Fighting a lycan would be even more risky on a heavily populated residential street. However, letting a villainous murderer loose on them wouldn't be acceptable either. Stepping forward the witch apparated, hoping to head off her target.
Four loud pops burst into Roan's eardrums as she dashed out the door. One was accompanied by a searing pain in her upper left arm which she immediately grabbed but didn't stop moving. The next street over was unfortunate to be near to a bustling shopping street of Drakborough. Small buildings which housed flats and small apartments lined the road which Roan stumbled into gasping for breath. The brunette glanced and saw the bright yellow of her robe torn and stained red, but could feel instinctively that the bullet had grazed her instead of being lodged in her. Even a small amount of silver stuck inside her flesh could be deadly, and Roan panicked at the close call.
Doors and windows of the homes were shut as the occupants had obviously heard the ruckus coming from nearby. Shutters covered windows and not a soul could be heard or seen. However Roan knew they were there, holed up within their homes and hoping that whatever was attacking would pass by soon. The witches and wizards of Drakborough had suffered too many times at the hands of murderers and sociopaths.
The lycanness carefully walked into the road. Despite it being wide open Roan couldn't help but feel cornered. Her mouth was dry and fear was constricting her chest. "Someone help me! Anyone, please!" Roan croaked the words out as her eyes dashed to the windows of the homes. Surely these people would see her as the victim. The bedraggled lycan in dust covered ill fitting robes didn't look like the monstrous threat Maggie was making her out to be.
The eerie silence was shattered by an explosion of glass and grit. Windows broke into small pieces and ragged pieces of brick tore free from the walls of the buildings. Roan crouched down and covered her neck as the fragments whipped through the air at frightening speeds. Pieces of the wreckage reassembled themselves in a solid and sharp wall between Roan and any escape down the road. The remainder blocked off small pathways between homes and littered the street leaving it sparkling in the afternoon sun.
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
Post by Margaret Rosier on Oct 6, 2013 11:59:43 GMT -5
Maggie wasted no time as soon as her feet hit solid group. Though she was not necessarily known for being an aggressive fighter, she was quick to act and think. Roan was right where she expected the monster to be. A residential street with doors jammed tight left nowhere for lycans to run and hide. The witch sent a loud blast of energy down the street to shatter the windows. Her eyes were not on the lycan well in front of her, but on the magical creation began to form rapidly from the carnage of the explosion. Glass whipped through the air with chunks of brick torn from walls of the homes to block off the alleyways and the lycan's exit down the street. Anyone who tried to leave the area physically would find themselves stuck like a pincushion.
A grim smile crossed the witch's face as she dropped her wand and approached Roan. There was a swagger to her step as Maggie drew her gun and transferred it to her right hand. The destructive and short chase had finally come to an abrupt end.
Roan inspected the wall erected behind her. She lightly reached out a hand to test it's sturdiness but immediately retracted it when her skin felt the sting of the sharp edges. Her strength could likely push her way through but not without severe harm which would likely slow her down. Again she found herself cornered by this murderous witch and this time there was nobody to swoop in and stop her.
Steeling herself the lycanness turned around and met Maggie's gaze. Roan made no effort to yell, or beg, or curse at the witch. Her dim eyes didn't even focus on the gun in Margaret's hand. Each breath she took was forced and Roan could hear her heartbeat in her ears.
Maggie would shoot, and Anil would be free. And Roan would be able to leave her worthless life behind with her last major debt erased. The lycanness nodded her head at the witch, and clenched her hands in anticipation.
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
Post by Klara Andrews on Oct 13, 2013 0:39:36 GMT -5
A loud pop rent the air, followed by two others, like shots from a muggle firearm; however, the noise was not caused by Margaret's gun.
"Protego!" came a woman's voice, as clipped and precise as her tightly braided hair. The shield appeared in a sharp flash of light, and hung shimmering between Margaret and her cornered prey. She had been the first out of the three additional Hunters to apparate onto the scene, and her beady eyes took systematic note of the destruction that lay around them.
As dangerous as lycans and other magical beasts were, as much as they needed to be kept away from human society, this pursuit had gone much too far. Her orders had come from above, and though she obeyed as she usually did to the fullest extent of her ability, at first she hadn't understood what they were asking of her. A glance of the twisted brick reaching out like tortured trees from the sides of once pristine storefronts, of the spiked blockades shining with crystal formed from ruined, shattered windows.
"Miss Rosier!" Klara said, enunciating clearly. The empty streets echoed with her ringing tones. "I am under orders to deliver to you instructions to cease and desist in your efforts to capture the lycanthrope Roan Aliagh immediately. You are to return to headquarters and report to the interim Head Enforcer immediately. I am authorized to use necessary force should you choose not to comply immediately." She reached into her sleeve, producing an old-fashioned beige envelope with a wax seal. "I have a warrant detailing the specifics here. You are free to examine it to your satisfaction before we escort you back to headquarters. Do you have any questions?"
Klara extended her arm to Margaret, letter in hand. The other two wizards, a man and a woman, waited patiently for her reply.
Post by Margaret Rosier on Oct 13, 2013 11:29:19 GMT -5
The loud pops indicating apparation tore Maggie’s concentration away from her target and she rapidly turned to level her weapon at the new intruder. Nobody was going to interfere of her conquest this time. Margaret half expected to find Ilmar finally showing his face, and she would have gladly pulled the trigger at him. Instead her handgun was aimed straight at the face of one of her coworkers. Maggie quickly lowered the weapon, though she did not holster it.
Her dark eyes moved multiple times between the new Hunters and her prey which was now safe behind a magical shield produced by those Hunters. Anger was starting to overcome the thrill of her success and Margaret’s blood was boiling even before Klara explained their presence. I am under orders to deliver to you instructions to cease and desist in your efforts to capture the lycanthrope Roan Aliagh immediately. You are to return to headquarters and report to the interim Head Enforcer immediately. I am authorized to use necessary force should you choose not to comply immediately.
“Are you out of your mind Klara, she is right there!” Margaret couldn’t help but yell as she snatched the envelope out of the witch’s hand. As soon as her skin touched the wax seal on the paper it came to life and hovered in the air between the Hunters. She glared into the two eyes that formed on its face as if she could stop it from talking from sheer will.
Margaret Rosier, I order you to immediately cease and desist in your hunt for the rogue lycanthrope Roan Aliagh. The parchment spoke with the voice of the interim Head Enforcer who had taken over as her supervisor while Selena was needing medical attention. The only reason Selena was laid up in the medical bay was because of this lycan they were now ordering her to leave be. Maggie’s hand clenched into a fist at her side and her grip on the gun tightened. Do not engage the target further. Return to Headquarters immediately and report to my office. That is an order.
The parchment lost its life and floated lazily to the ground once it emphasized it’s last words. Margaret was still as stone even though her hands trembled slightly with rage. The Huntress’ eyes locked on Klara’s and she debated begging the witch to say she got there after the execution had already happened. However in the short time Maggie knew Klara she had learned here was a witch who would not disobey her orders. That was also the sort of witch Margaret was, which is why her superior was accentuating the order so clearly.
Still silent Maggie turned again and looked at Roan beyond the veil of the light separating them. If she had pulled the trigger even a second earlier then her quarry would not be escaping once again. The lycan was lucky that Margaret valued her job more than anything in the world. “Let’s go then Klara, I’d hate for you to use force. I’d like to get his over quickly so I can resume my hunt.” Margaret didn’t take her eyes off of Roan and ran her thumb over the cool metal surface of her gun in a promise she’d come back and bury a bullet in this bitch’s chest.
The loud pressure pops of apparation made Roan flinch so hard she bit the inside of her cheek and tasted blood. Loud noise rang in her ears and terror made her vision spin and shift. Her hands checked her body but found no wounds and felt no pain. The noise was not from the gun then. A bright light burst into her eyes disorienting the lycan even more and strengthening the fear which had a grip on her entire being. Roan went down on one knee while taking deep breaths and trying to re-orient herself to the situation.
Once the lycanness could hear over the heartbeat in her ears she focused on what was in front of her. More witches and wizards were present and wearing the same sort of clothes Margaret was. Again the muscles in Roan’s body contracted painfully as every flight instinct tore at her to get out of this dangerous place. However, she could also tell that the light which obscured her vision of her pursuer and these new arrivals was a shield, and that had to be cast by one of them.
I am under orders to deliver to you instructions to cease and desist in your efforts to capture the lycanthrope Roan Aliagh immediately. You are to return to headquarters and report to the interim Head Enforcer immediately. I am authorized to use necessary force should you choose not to comply immediately.
Roan perked up at those words and stared so intently at Maggie it hurt. Had she done it? Was this what Ilmar thought would happen? Margaret had torn up a large portion of public space in Drakborough in her efforts to hunt the lycan down. Was this the Church intervening to stop that? Now Roan knew she wasn’t breathing and was just waiting for Maggie to respond from the order. As a fire elementalist Roan was very familiar with the emotions of anger and rage and she could see them clearly etched on Margaret’s features. Would she follow directions? Or would she veer off and claim her triumph anyways?
Let’s go then Klara, I’d hate for you to use force. I’d like to get his over quickly so I can resume my hunt.
The lycanness released the breath in her chest and again stared Maggie down. Roan could see the wrath in her eyes and knew the witch thought this wasn’t over. Go ahead and stew. You messed up, and you are going to lose Anil too because of it. And by the time you come looking for me again, I’ll be long gone and out of your reach.
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
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