Streak quickly rushed the cloaked order member. They seemed to be on the same thought pattern as, seeing as how they were both using knives. Streak had the upper hand because he didn't have to worry about his knives disappearing when they were hit by light. Another plus for Streak was that the Order member didn't know the teddy bear would explode and happened to be right in front of the blasts as it went off. The blades seemed to be flashing by in a practiced and maybe even choreographed movements.

The order member broke away, running away from their personal battle. Well I didn't know the Order members were so scared. Especially if since they'd started the fight. Streak thought as he started to chase after the cloaked man. He continued to chase the man as he ran towards the darkness, that was created by one of the other members of his group.Streak remembered that the last time the man was in the shadows he disappeared. The silver man didn't want to let that happen again. Streak picked up his pace and almost barreled into the cloaked figure, when he was suddenly stopped by an ice hand and then electrocuted. Streak managed to stop just feet away from him. Being silver, he didn't want to run into any electricity, if he could help it.

Streak attacked the man once more. The cloaked man was slower than he was before he was electrocuted, which was understandable. However, Streak was not going to cut this guy any slack. They continued to dance around the grounds of the mansion as their blades clashed together. Since the shadow man was a little slower streak was able to sneak more punches and stabs in at him than he was before. Streak didn't want to kill the order member he just wanted to finish him so that he could help someone else. Most of his stabs were aimed at his arms, shoulders and sides. Nothing that would be lethal, just painful enough to get him out of the fight.

ic - Slade listened to the petulant giant as he winged about not being a child, always the untrained brute's way. Shout loud enough and things scatter away, Slade was not so easily swayed. None of this mattered anyhow, the fight was well underway and preferably someone would die before the night was out... Talking of the fight the encounter between metal and fleshed giant was interrupted by the incursion of a large motorbike blasting its way into the mansion grounds.

The giant leant in, obviously wishing to divulge some colossal and equally sized secret to his own. Slade smirked as the giant seemed to destroy his only bargaining tool, the giant was either dim or simply missed the point of the threat.
"I never honestly expected you to care about these doors, but if you are tasked with retrieving them then you clearly work with the Order. Some advice for free, no doors is preferable to damaged doors kid."
The giant didn't seem to fully comprehend this as he ripped one of the doors off its hinges. Slade saw the framework buckling ever so slightly, the brute's hands indenting the precious metal as he lifted the door high in the air. The fool had done more damage than Slade could have hoped for in the time available, and as such there was no real need for Slade to be here anymore.

Flashing a malevolent leer at the giant's large face, Slade dove in anticipation away from the threatened strike. As much as Slade enjoyed the giant's continued attempts to destroy the doors in his stead, Slade didn;t relish the prospect of being swatted by the guy. As he rolled on the concrete his machinations whirred and span, blurring in motion as he transformed into his car form. Wheels skredded over pavement as Slade's transformed chassis hit the floor, with a feeling of triumph Slade blasted away from the scene of his crime. The factions were righteously back at war and none seemed the wiser to who was truly to blame. Of all the pranks to perform, this had definitely been the mother of all pranks...

ooc - at this point slade is leaving, if anyone has any objections then by all means pm me n ill edit to suit some form of meet up...

"Oh dear, I'm late." Ghost hurried from the bus stop toward the obvious sounds of a raucous party. She knew that Raina had been organizing this for a long while, but really, it almost sounded like they were tearing the Mansion apart. She'd already let Raina know that work would keep her late, but Ghost had to stop and pick up the present she'd purchased on her lunch break. Inside a tiny box wrapped in blue rested a pair of delicate silver snowflake earrings. From what little Ghost knew of the red-haired woman, she thought it was a good choice.

As Ghost approached, the illusion of a wild party crumbled into the reality of damaged brick wall and through the holes she spied an honest-to-God Mutant Showdown on the front lawn. "Aww man, we just fixed the place!" A car zoomed past as the white-haired girl picked up the pace to reach the wrought iron ga--golden doors? A very large man was there looking slightly bewildered and very off put.

"Excuse me, Sir?" Ghost gently tapped at the man's elbow to make sure she had his attention. "Uhm... what is all the commotion about?" Ghost sincerely hoped that the unfamiliar Giant didn't decide to attempt too squish her. She wanted to know where all the unfamiliar mutants had come from to make sure this wasn't an exercise or... something before attempting to step in somehow.

(Luna, if you need any of this edited, PM me and I will edit.)

The flying flame thrower was there again, and had the child’s upper body, with one arm. Mean while Pix had grabbed her feet. And so the great war of tug Luna began. The crafty flame thrower managed to get off of shot of fire, big surprise, at Pix, and the bug manipulator was forced to shift how she was holding the kid. Flames raced across her right upper arm, and she let out a frustrated growl of pain, between gritted teeth as she shifted, so that her hold on the child’s legs used the child as a shield. Would the flame thrower shoot flames at the kid she was trying to save to get to her?

The notion of a flea bath suddenly found it’s way into pix’s mind and the rash that had formed everywhere, after her last encounter with the potent chemicals. Making her want to let go of the kid and itch, but if she did that, that would be giving in to the flying flame thrower. So instead, little scorpion claws poked through pix’s skin and itched for her. Oh so much more soothing. She had no idea where that fear had come from seeing as there was no bath or pool of chemicals in sight. Shaking the thought of chemical induced rashes everywhere from her mind, Pix had an idea.

A wicked smile formed back, across her face. Moths, that hadn’t gotten BBQed by the flames yet, swormed straight for the flame mutant’s face hoping to keep her from being able to see Pix’s foot as Pix’s body twisted around her hold of the little girl, and she tried to kick the flame mutant in the face. Stingers formed on the bottom of her heal and ball of her foot and she tried to infect Raven Fire with the venom of the scorpions she once knew.

"I never honestly expected you to care about these doors, but if you are tasked with retrieving them then you clearly work with the Order. Some advice for free, no doors is preferable to damaged doors kid."

Bacchus snickered as he lowered the door that now had his grip in them and looked to the robotic human. “Nothing is free but I’ll take it and from what the request was it was retrieve the doors at all costs they said nothing bout the condition of the doors.” Bacchus added a slight nod, “Got be descriptive with the request when you hire the Giant.” With that Bacchus let out another nod.

Bacchus watched as the robot transformed and left the scene rather quickly. A small grin of victory came across Bacchus’s face as he set the door down and carefully went to the other door. Bacchus used his control and reduced his size slightly and grabbed around the thickest part of the door and tore it off the wall with ease this time not denting it with his fingers in the process.

"Excuse me, Sir?" "Uhm... what is all the commotion about?"

Bacchus felt something tap his massive elbows. ‘A woman’s voice’ sighed Bacchus to himself as he put the door next to the other one and then turned to the white haired shrimp that was poking him before. “Listen Sheila if your looking for a fight I ain’t the one your looking for…” said Bacchus as he pointed his large hand to the mansion grounds where fighting is going on. “Only asked to get the doors, no one every said anything about attacking a school full of kids.” Bacchus frowned and then looked over to the dog that was still barking at him, “The curse of being the fighter for hire no one gives you all the details…”

Bacchus walked over to the dog shrunk to his normal human size and held out a hand to the rottie as the dog growled and didn’t move. Bacchus smiled and said, “Just doing your job mate, but it’s dangerous here!” in seconds the dog stopped growling seeing no threat from the former Giant. Bacchus in turn began petting the dog once the growling stopped. Bacchus looked to the white haired woman and said, “Sorry about this.” He was apologizing for the people he was retrieving the doors for.

Luke didn't stand a chance if he continued on the defensive and even if he pushed the offensive he wasn't sure he would stand a chance. Blood was staining his shirt and beginning to slowly drip down towards his jeans but for now the blind man ignored them. All that mattered was staying alive and taking down bone girl.

Turning inward Luke tried to reach out to the part of him that he always allowed to take over when he was hidden behind a visor and hood. Wraith wasn't a split personality but instead a part of his own persona that he kept under wraps until the apropriate time. This was one of those times. Closing his eyes for teh concentration half of his mind listened to bone girl begin to ramble about his blindness as he reached the place of focus that was what made him so effective as a fighter.

"You may not be able to see them,"

Luke's eyes opened, narrowing into slits immediately as his sonar focused on the five needles that the young woman now held in her hand.

"but those are our lovely doors being propped up by your walls.

She wielded her sword one handed... it provided more maneuverability but not as much power. Even with the spinning/drill effect she couldn't put as much power behind the blow as he could with his staff. That was an advantage he had to use.

"However, if you think that's the only reason that I am personally here, then you still have a lot to learn."

Her muscle's tightened seconds before the throw and Luke was already moving. Diving in the young woman's general direction but with a slight sideward angle, he took another shoulder roll, coming back up into a crouch as both of his hands slid towards one end of the staff. Maintaining a distance of aproximately 18-20 inches between his hands Luke swung the longer end of the staff towards Isabel's knees with as powerful a blow as he could manage.

It was time to turn the tables.

Ghost noticed the large man... shrink as he tinkered with the doors. Really, the gaudy gold doors obviously didn't belong, but did the big guy really have to yank them out of the mortar? Ghost cringed a bit as the gate area of wall was further damaged.

“Listen Sheila if your looking for a fight I ain’t the one your looking for…”

Ghost was already shaking her head. "I don't want to fight." She followed the behemoth's motions and got a good look at the actual fray. It looked pretty intense. Explosions, fireballs, ice and a centaur? Oh my! Ghost frowned.

“Only asked to get the doors, no one every said anything about attacking a school full of kids.”

"Attack?" Ghost squeaked. The mansion was actually under attack? She looked back to the fighting.

She watched in amazement as the large man shrank even more, becoming an almost respectable height before calming the barking dog. Well, if he was kind to animals and respected life enough to not want to attack a school fill of kids... he wasn't all that bad. Ghost pat the no longer overly lager man on the arm and offered him a sheepish smile. "Good luck with the doors. Try not to tear the Mansion wall up too much?"

Ghost sighed and then daintily stepped through the gaping hole where the golden door had previously been attached. Ghost hung close to the wall surveying the chaotic scene. If she went to the Mansion doors and burst gale after gale could she push the fighting away from the Mansion? If she increased the barometric pressure would it be enough to make it hard to breathe and therefore hard to fight?

For now... Ghost observed, trying to see where she might be most beneficial.

So the X-Nerd had a backbone after all. How delightful. This sudden change in his approach to the fight helped focus her mind on what she was supposed to do next, rather than on the unexplained sensation of severe apprehension that was trying to get in her way, giving her a bit of a push in being able to shove that feeling into the back of her mind where it would hopefully be forgotten about. She wasn't afraid of this little X-Dweeb in the slightest, so there was no need to be giving any second thoughts to the useless feeling that had tried to wash over her. The uncharacteristic flash of emotion brought up the suspicion of mutations, somewhat like what Syn was capable of, but she had no time to wonder about that sort of thing for very long. Her vision was still a bit blurry, and those persistent shadows dancing in and out of the edges of her sight were distracting enough without giving herself other things to think about. She'd already had to deal with several distractions at the beginning of their little scuffle, and she hadn't cared for it very much at all. However, even with all the chaos brewing around them, she already anticipated that she'd have relatively little to worry about when it came to fighting this young man. He didn't seem to have much going for him in ways of mutation other than helping him see and playing tricks with peoples' sight. Apart from that, it was just his physical self she'd have to worry about, and she wasn't intimidated in the least. He was a few inches taller than her, from what she could tell, and had a decent amount of strength backing him up, but she had her own strength and a far more useful mutation to aid her.

She was somewhat disappointed to see that her aimed spines didn't appear to have made any marks upon the X-Dork's body, though for some reason she was also not entirely surprised. She was forced to slow her pace a little when she saw his body dart forward to meet her, changing her direction only slightly in an attempt to try and pass close beside him and possibly land another hit in doing so. With a bit of a skid to slow herself down even more, she made another jab at the young man's body as he fell closer to the ground once more. Unfortunately, she was more focused on where her weapon was at the moment than she was on where his weapon was, her reminder arriving in the form of an impressive swing to the back of her legs with another resounding crack. Uttering a small cry of surprise, she winced as her knees buckled against the pressure applied to them, quickly sending her to the ground, sprawled on her back. However, Isabel refused to stay down any longer than a few seconds. Despite the sudden painful throbbing that attacked her skin, there was little more damage that had been done except for some impressive bruising. While the hit had been harder than expected, it hadn't been quite hard enough to break any bones. Quickly moving to roll away from her playmate, she attempted to get first to her knees and then back to her feet, though not before she released the remaining needles in her hand as well as a few more spines that decorated her body in an attempt to bury a few of them in his flesh. The guy had landed a good hit, but he had needed to put himself closer to the Order's Second in Command in order to execute that hit. There was no way she was going to let that closer proximity go to waste.

Bacchus didn’t notice anything the white haired Sheila said to him as she left to go into the chaos that now decorated the grounds of the school. Bacchus scratched the dog under his chin and asked, “Think it’s time you go back home fella.” Looking up Bacchus frowned at the fighting, “Maybe it would be best if I took you back, wouldn’t want you to get hurt…”

Bending down and hugging the dog Bacchus started to grow. One hand was under the dog while the other wrapped around the dog. Bacchus didn’t want any harm coming to the dog so he lifted the dog holding him close to the iron like hide that was now the Giant’s chest. The dog was shaking as it was held close to the chest, the shaking only worsened as Bacchus started to walk closer to the mansion.

Bacchus started to hum as he began getting closer and closer to the chaos that was the party and closer and closer to the mansion that was the dog’s home. Frowning slightly he approached the first group. Bacchus didn’t part from his original path his number one goal right now was getting the dog home. ‘Isabel is going to be mad’ thought Bacchus as he walked past the second group of fighters. ‘Oh well no reason a dog should get hurt’ thought Bacchus as he held his mammoth hands close to his humongous chest.

The front doors were in arms reach as he smiled, “Here we go pooch your home,” Bacchus bent down and let go of the dog and placed him on the front porch. The dog looked at him slightly and then walked back inside. Bacchus smile and said, “Good dog,” as he shut the door to the mansion ever so gently, the last thing he wanted was to wreck the front door and risk the dog running out again.

'Sevion..' Was he ok? Was he safe? What if they couldn't stop this attack? What would The Order members do to them, the kids, and their home? She would be failing them all. She would be the cause of this loss...

'No, no... This is her...' Tricity saw Syn inbound as Raina went down with her brother. She quickly conjured more of the current flowing within her and kept it concentrated solely in her hands. A quiver kept racing up her back as she tried to shake away the emotions Syn was causing. Was she doing it to everyone?

"THIS IS SYN'S DO.. DOING!" Her voice cracked as she swallowed down her fears. "Don't... DON'T LET IT TAKE YOU!!" she called out to her teammates. Hopefully they would listen. Hopefully they could hear her over the fighting. Tricity's eyes fell back to Syn. They were only a few feet from one another now.

"Coward," Tricity muttered. "Have to use your mutation to make us afraid because you know you can't beat us on pure skill, huh?" She smirked as the electrical currents kept sparking in her hands. "Come on then, Syn. Tired of trying to explain anything logical to you since common sense doesn't fit into that tiny brain of yours where stupidity seems to have taken over completely instead." Tricity pulled her arms up into a fighting stance and prepared for Syn's retribution.

Slightly in her peripheral vision she saw her clump of earth smack the male holding the singing girl in the face. Her attack had a better affect than she hoped. The man brought down the girl in an attempt of providing safety for the ice manipulating female. Added to this was the sudden silence surrounding the pair. As if the air itself was blocking sound. Syn took a fast look for the source of the occurrence and spotted a man suspended in the air. This must've been the aid Hunter had sent, but for all the X-Men knew he was another member of the Order.

Closing in on her prey Syn caught another new arrival. He looked older than most of the others around him. Somewhere in his thirties she guessed. Barely a brief moment later she could feel a wave of emotion sweep out over the area. It wasn’t Tricity as she was ready with her electricity. There’s no way it was the male and female she had just taken out of the fight. It must be this new guy. This was a first for her. No one had ever been able to do what she can. He would have to be either taken out or converted to fight for her.

First things first Syn was being confronted by the X-Men leader once more. Their personal little battle wasn’t over yet. This time Tricity stood in more of a ready stance than a surrendering posture. Another smile drew out Syn’s lips as Tricity spat out remarks to the evil girl. “You’re no better. With your pathetic ice caller, fire throwers and now you use the same fear inspiring tactics as myself.” Syn gestured to the older man who had stepped out just moments earlier. “If you and your precious X-Men continue in this way you might as well join us. Humans will see you for what you really are and they'll lose faith in your efforts. They'll cast you out of their minds while fueling their hatred of our kind. In the end you'll be fighting back the very people you feebly try to protect."

The girl took a quick glance to her fellow Order members who were fighting not far off. "I don’t know if you’ve been keeping track of things but even though you might out number us, we’re not giving any ground. If anything you’re being pushed back. That’s skill enough for me, and anything you have to say regarding why Sanctuary’s doors are on your property falls on deaf ears. My people followed the doors straight here. There was no stopping anywhere else. In my book that makes you the guilty ones.”

Syn continued to close the distance between Tricity and herself at a slower and more methodical pace. She was allowing the gravity of the situation to sink into her opponents mind. Yet another tactic Syn favored using. Syn loved to see people’s reactions when their situations were dire. If she were a demon this would be her sweet delight. The drinking of the fear and despair her prey felt.

'I'm helpless! Just a helpless little girl with a weak power! Relying on others to save me as some damsel in distress!' Thought the green haired girl as a memory of one day before her life changed she met her Cousin, who at the time was a new mutant.... 'Rose....' "Your not going to just give up and die right? "... so that's it your going to give up and die?" "...Owen wouldn't want that- look sharp and stand tall squirt!" Luna smiled mentally as the memory Rose entered her mind, she was always a tough one... "Am I so weak that I can't defend myself?" Luna whispered as she noticed the scorpions trying to inject venom into Raven Fire! "Um... Fire Lady! Be careful there are scorpions on you!" Luna yelled distressed as she closed her eyes in fear. "Your not that type Luna... everyone has hard times- you'll understand sometime."[/i] 'Rose...' "I'm sorry!" Luna unexpectedly yelled feeling more helpless then before. Suddenly Luna began to flail trying to kick Pix off of her, her fear overriding her rational thoughts as she cried trying to get the bug lady off! "Please get off! PLEASE GET OFF!" The doll mistress yelled tears following from her face.

This definitely was not Shade's style of fighting. If it was, the silver mutant would never had known the shadow mutant had been there until he had a black dagger sticking from his back. Instead, Shade was locked in a head-to-head competition. A competition he was sure to lose if he didn't end it quick.

After the bolt of electricity had shot through his spine, Shade just didn't have the strength or speed remaining to fend off his attacker's strikes. Every other knife strike seemed just too fast for the dark mutant to block and several cuts to his arms and shoulders were causing him to slow even further. Finally in a despair attempt to seperate from his assailant, Shade blocked a strike before rolling away into a kick. Now, with his breathe coming in deep, gasping breaths and a light pole blazing above his head casting away any shadows, the dark mutant stood, his invisible eyes locked with the man covered in silver, his two black daggers hidden in the light to avoid them disappearing.

"Hmmm, you know...you fight pretty well for a kid. Although, I must say, you will never be good enough to beat me until you actually try to kill me. And now, I must take my leave." Shade said with a evil smirk.

Zephyr frowned in puzzlement as he silently observed the two mansion residents contained within his shell of silence. The strange melody which had previously blanketed the grounds had utterly ceased by this point though it had little to do with the air elementals own intervention. Syn’s underhanded attack had achieved far more damage than the elemental would have thought possible, for the dirty blow had actually managed to fell the ebony haired goliath during his role as guardian for the scarlet siren. Such results left the mercenary a limited number of conclusions with which to draw; the first and most obvious being that Syn’s strike had likely contained a stone within the packed earth of the projectile thereby allowing it to gain greater momentum and deliver a superior amount of kinetic energy upon impact thus generating the abnormal amount of damage. If such were not the case then a secondary explanation could be derived; although a fragile piece of anatomy the nose was not easily broken, it required a well directed blow with a significant amount of force to rupture the blood vessels and crack the cartilage. A mere clod of earth such as Syn used was entirely lacking an aerodynamic structure; leading to increased wind resistance during its flight. Additionally the areas of earth not currently occupied by puddles of ice were comprised of a rather dry soil, no doubt that would change by the end of the battle if a water elemental was among those in the fray, but for now the fact of the matter was that the loam did not contain a sufficient amount of moisture and, consequentially, should have forsaken its form within moments of departing Syn’s manicured manus. As such had not been the result the only rational resolution left to the mercenary’s judicial mind entailed that the incarnadine streaked vixen possessed a physical strength above that of the status quo.

While such a deduction undoubtedly left room for development and expansion the current conflict was perhaps not the most ideal context under which to further his hypothesis. A later comer and general unknown to the current congregation Zephyr could not afford to alienate himself from his supposed allies by apparently assaulting their leader and so he restrained himself, making a mental note to test the contumely termagant at a more opportune time, preferably one with fewer witnesses. Internal tangents aside though the elemental returned his thoughts to the agon at hand for he could ill afford to be distracted long; indeed he was somewhat shocked that he had not yet been set upon by some asinine attacker seeking to contribute to their faction’s efforts in the melee. Admittedly an absence of overtly threatening behavior was likely contributing to his present respite, however Zephyr could not shake a sudden onset of unease which had enveloped his thoughts like an ill fitting cloak; something was amiss and it caused the merc’s pulse to rise, setting him on edge, instilling a greater degree of caution than would normally exist as he once more releasing his perceptions into the winds, seeking out each and every displacement within his element, swiftly locating every combatant in the area, including a previously unnoticed individual streaking towards him from the left…

Immediately discarding the initial impulse to turn and glance at his incoming opponent Simon instead shifting his footing and altering his balance as he cast himself backwards into the earth so as to avoid his aerial adversary. Cerulean orbs tracked the seraphic challenger even as the elemental connected with the ground, following the winged mans progress as he soared overhead. ‘That was a little close for comfort’ Simon reflected sourly as he regained his footing and glanced at his new foe before allowing his eyes to dart back to the nettlesome northerners still shrouded by the thin void he had created. It would require relatively little concentration to maintain the field of silence; the difficulty was only in crafting the barrier after all, once that had been achieved sustaining the vacuum was only a minimal distraction at best and would do little to hinder him in battle besides steadily drain his reserves. Anything beyond pure retention though, such as movement, would necessitate his full attention meaning he would likely be unable to contain the crimson haired harpy if she were to become mobile. For the time being however escape seemed to be the last thing on the woman’s mind as she continued to fuss over her guardian, indeed it would seem as though she had yet to even realize her predicament and Zephyr had no intention of enlightening the anxiety ridden ingénue; the longer she remained oblivious the more likely his silent assault would remain effective.

Deciding to maintain the shell of silence for now Zephyr swiftly shifted his azure gaze back to the winged attacker; he was fairly certain the man was a mansion resident, mostly due to his lack of outrage in comparison to the more prominent Order members, should he be proved incorrect in his assumption however the mercenary would simply move on and search for other quarry. Until such a time though the elemental was content to keep the man occupied, if only to prevent him from targeting another sanctuary tenant, the odds were rather stacked after all and unfortunately they were not in the Orders favour. With that having been said though the elemental did not expect much from his current opponent; the mans sole ability appeared to be flight which he achieved by use of the surrounding air currents, and when considered that the very root of Zephyr’s mutation dealt with the manipulation of said air currents a larger mismatch was hardly possible. Still, what was the saying? Ah yes; never look a gift horse in the mouth, a most unusual aphorism but it still illustrated the point rather nicely.

Raising a single obsidian gloved hand the elemental directed the limb towards his adversary, merely using the limb to signal his attack as the kabal member was quite capable of utilizing his mutation while inert. With his inane posturing accomplished Zephyr’s cobalt gaze narrowed behind his helm as his focus centered upon the air particles enveloping his opponent, specifically the mans pennons, deftly crafting the air to his will as he dispersed it from under the triad of wings effectively eliminating the air resistance which had granted the seraphic being flight in the first place.

Idly Simon wondered if the man was high enough to break any bones upon impact, unless his adversary had a allegorical ace up his sleeve the merc would have his answer momentarily.

Luke had been able to use his strength as an advantage but if he had any chance of winning this fight he would have to press that advantage. His face was an expressionless mask as he watched bone girl roll away and move up to her knees before springing up to her feet. Already he was moving toward her, picking up speed as he tried to get her before she had a chance to recover. But that was not to be.

Several more needles were suddenly in the air, flying toward him and at this range there was no way he could dodge them all. Tilting his head swiftly to the side he felt more than saw one needle whistle past his cheek while two others buried themselves into the left side of his collarbone. Thanks to his collarbone the needles didn't penetrate deep enough to do any permanent damage but they now stuck out grotesquely and at the moment he didn't have time to pull them out.

Gritting his teeth against the pain Luke maintained focus on his target even as a small portion of his mind tallied up his current injuries. Though the needles hadn't really done that much damage the biggest worry was still the wound on his side and the blood he could still feel dripping down his side. It wouldn't take long for that blood loss to add up and he had to finish the fight before then or he would almost certainly die.

Swinging his staff viciously, Luke pivoted at the hips as his swing came from his right side across the body aimed at knocking away the vixen's sword. As soon as that part of the swing was completed Luke angled the tip of his staff upward a little more, yanking it back with all the strength he could muster as he aimed to slam it into the side of bone girls' head.

It was time to end this.