Encroachers [Mexico City; Bastille; Closed.]

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Yes!"

There was a note to her voice, of warning--telling them to hurry up.

She listened to Bastille move up, and Damien, and took a half step back when the creature flew from the shadow. Inhaling a gasp, Kyrie turned and sprang to kick the thing off of Damien, the light burning brighter still in response.

"Damien!"

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille would grab Damien and pulled him up quickly and slightly harshly, immediately tearing off a bit of her red sleeve and tying a tourniquet around his leg almost immediatly...using a her sword to do the job. Her red eyes flashed to Kiyr and the open hole a second later and she would go- moving to almost jump back down.

"Pixie, you alive?!" Her eyes turned back to look at Damien and she looked to the other men standing around.

"Pressure on that now!" She spoke with commanding authority. "Who knows, they probably have bleeding rabies..." She muttered.

[David B.]

The thing blasted off Damiens leg, rolling away down the pipe.

Damien grimaced, seizing up as Finch laid him out. His partner reached down and would help up Kiyr and Bastille. Damiens skin began to turn a pale, clammy color, small bruises forming all over.

"Kill...me..."

He seemed to mean it.

[Kyrie Blaze]

With the thing careening back into the dark and Damien being hauled up,, Kyrie backed up so she was a few inches from the ladder, the light still held high and bright.

"Fine! Coming up."

And like a shot using the jacket's power, the little pixie would pop right out of that hole and heave the lid back overtop it. Damien's stuttered words had her freezing. But only for a moment. In the tunnel, she had seen...

Her lips pressed together into a thin line, and she moved over--as though she would protect him from any who dared even attempt go through with it. Even though it killed part of her, she dropped to a knee above his head and set her hand lightly against his shoulder, the other stroking the side of his head...

She glanced up: "Trust me."

...and after the second calming stroke, abruptly moved her hands up--and snapped his neck.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"Well that....was shocking" Bastille said, her brow raising as she ceased working on his exceedingly injured body. Her hands up in the air she just shrugged, waiting for whatever it was Kiyr was about to do- she really was starting to think she was just a complete waste of body here. Which only made her more keen to kick somethings ass on the way out. She was- after all- the Egyptian goddess of war.