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[shiki,]

arche stood in the midst of the powerholders. she couldn't help but feel slightly guilty, despite her impassive nature. as far as she could see, Arche was the only one who hadn't gotten hurt. she shifted slightly, glancing up at the sound of frozen girl(exodus)'s command.

[Frozen.Solid]

Andrea looked around. Most of the people were injured. "B-but Exodus, where are we gonna go? There's so many injured..." she told the other demon, whom she remembered from home. She had only seen her a few times there, but at least she knew her name.

[ChairfaceChippendale]

Exodus sighed. "Very well." she muttered. "Whose injuries are the worst?"

[Break.]

Rozzlyn nodded to Kendra, her way of saying 'you're welcome.' She then turned her head towards Charon as he casually walked over to the injured group of distracters. A pang of anger fumed and boiled inside of her, he acted like nothing had just happened, nor had she seen him contribute during the fight. She narrowed her piercing blue eyes at him as she watched him lean against the wall. "Well you would know. You were just watching from the damn sidelines as others fought and got injured. Risking their lives. What, are you afraid to get blood stains a your shirt? Or are you just not man enough to actually take the pain?" Rozzlyn snapped at him after he made his comment about how quick the fight was. She jerked her head towards the street a few moments after Charon had warned that the police were coming, her hearing not as good as his. She struggled up to her feet, purely exhausted. The water flowing onto her burnt shoulder coming from her hands was reduced down to a mere drip by now. She needed to rest, and soon. Rozzlyn tore off the lower part of her shirt before tying it around the lower part of her ribs, attempting to slow the bleeding from the knife wound. She winced as she tied the knot tight, but it would be better that way. She would be able to walk without clutching her side, and it would allow less room for the blood to seep through. ''So where are we going?" Rozzlyn asked with a harsh tone edging her voice, ignoring Exodus's question of whose injuries were the most severe.

[ChairfaceChippendale]

"I don't care where we go. It's not my decision." Exodus muttered, leaning against a building. People annoyed her, but power holders were even worse. The plan would have gone perfectly if they had practiced before just going into town without a plan.

[king_bear]

(As a reaction on these:)

{Accepted, but where do you want me to categorize him in? }

Nicole looked at her perfectly fine shoulder to Giovanni's ruined one. "Oh my god, are you ok?!" She asked him, with a sweep of her hand the fire cooling down slowly, dying down to glowing embers. She still had a soft bloody spot on her clothing, but no sign of any cuts. She carefully led Giovanni and herself out of the smog, finally coming out on the streets, into fresh air. She gulped it in, not realizing how much smoke she had inhaled. In horror she looked back to the alley, where dark colored smoke rose up as if a bomb had been thrown there. She didn't hear any more signs of struggle, but she did hear yelps and cries of the wounded. She hoped no more powerholders were in there, she didn't want to leave Giovanni but she didn't want to leave anybody in there.

Exodus sighed. "Very well." she muttered. "Whose injuries are the worst?"

"I'm perfectly fine." Giovanni muttered, ignoring the little bit of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Some way, a part of the wound always buried itself in him, causing small internal bleedings. Though, these things always healed quickly.

He let her took him with her towards the others, and they blended in in the large group of powerholders and demons. At that moment, the ice-girl was talking about injuries. "Theirs." He pointed to Kendra, who's arm was bleeding, and Rozzlyn, who seemed to be in quite much pain. "I can heal you, but I need a few... Volunteers to take over small bits of the wounds. I can't heal them fully, but I can take the last small bit to myself or somebody else. I need one else to volunteer. Of course I will use myself also." He looked around, hoping somebody was brave enough to help the others healing. The injured needed to rest, and they couldn't when they were wounded. They had to get out of here, and with too much blood and pain there was no way they were going fast.

"We should find a calm, dark place to stay. If we split up, we will be harder to find for the spies. I suggest we go in groups of four, five, and find a place to stay for at least a few days. There must be a few abandoned houses in this city." He said, hoping somebody would find it a good idea. He wasn't sure about that, but he didn't wanted to do nothing.

[Shiko Hayashi]

(( Sure, Andrea can know about him. I'll have him wandering around somewhere close by and heading towards them. ))

Itzal stared up at the dark sky, his eyes shadowed by his long, black eyelashes. A blonde streak of hair floated lightly before his face, glistening beneath the light of the street lamp. The .light breeze that flowed from the waterfront a few miles off smelled thickly of fish and grass. It wasn't an unpleasant smell, but he didn't particularly care for it either. He was sitting on a simple wooden bench, his hands tucked into the long black trench coat he wore.
Ever since he had joined the Resistance, he had gained several new attire. His current favorite was the long, leather trench coat he wore then and a pair of slim jeans a black tank. It was simple, and yet he felt at home within it. He sighed and stood up, looking up and down the street. Even as he turned, a strong gust of wind enveloped him from the left street. He paused as a thick, acrid stench evaded his nose, accompanying the wind. A fire? This late in the day? Even as he considered his questions, he knew the real reason behind it. He knew, even as he stood there, that something had happened to the Resistance.
He sighed irritably and scratched his head, considering his options. He could head down and provide healing to the possibly injured, or he could just walk the other way and pretend he hadn't known it was happening. As much as the latter appealed to him, he felt his feet began to move towards the others.

When Itzal came within sight range of the mess, he grimaced. Smoke billowed from the buildings around him and fire flared from one of them. He watched it for a moment, feeling that familiar lurch of giddiness inside him. Tragedy always made that demon side of him giddy with pleasure. He glanced around and spied a few of the Resistance. And a few demons as well. He felt his hands clench into fists inside his pockets.
That would be a problem.
It seemed whenever he was around other demons, his demon side became stronger. He would have to be careful here. Even as he thought that, he spied Nicole over by another building. His grimace deepened. Carefully, with as little movements as possible, he moved the side sweep[ of hair out of the way for a moment, allowing his demon eye to stare at them.
He felt as if pain and fear was condensing around him. His other hand twitched, the nails long and sharp. Like claws. He quickly put his hair back over his eye, but already he felt it. His demon half stirred, like a rearing cobra. He bit his lip and he focused on Nicole, wondering when he could leave.

[flare ♥]

"I'll volunteer." Nicole offered, I mean come on, it was the least she could do. She felt a chill run down her aching spine, she felt like somebody was watching her. The effects of her power were starting, her breath came in shallow short gasps and her body felt limp and weak. "We need to go, now." She said, her eyes dark and dull. She heard sirens now, and shouts and yells.

[Shiko Hayashi]

Itzal watched as they conversed, Nicole volunteering for something. He felt his irritation being to grow, but he tamped it down angrily. No. Nicole was the last person he should be irritate with. Even as he forced back his rising power, his chest seized. he collapsed to his knees, gasping for air. He coughed desperately, the coughs hacking at his body violently. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes and a speckle of red appeared on the ground.

Slowly, the coughing fit subsided and he leaned against the brick wall, ignoring the danger of doing so. He was so tired.... He took a deep breath, wincing as his raw throat hissed at him. With a slowness that spoke of excruciating pain, Itzal began to head towards the others, blood dripping slowly from the corner of his mouth.

[Frozen.Solid]

Andrea was just leaning against the wall whens he heard someone coughing in the background. Slowly, she went around the corner of the building and saw Iztal get up and start walking towards the group. "I-Iztal!" she called to him, not too loud, as she ran towards him. She remembered him, but she couldn't remember exactly where. She sometimes randomly met up with him, and she knew he was half-demon, but hated being so, as it caused him pain. "Iztal, the others are this way," she said, gesturing towards the other powerholders and demons.