The Grand Hall

[Zack Asiv]

The guy is looking at Nova, but when the water hits the side of his head he turns to Daniel and swipes his bladed arm at his kicking leg, cutting it up pretty good! (Dmg: 40)

Cecelia helps Dime get the last of the normal people out.

Val gets through the floor boards inside the barrier! Scar man is too busy with the smoke fro Cillian to notice him, and to make it worse for him, Preston was able to disrupt the barrier energy from the coffin. The barrier dropping around Strike which dropped the main barrier as well. Strike would rip his spear from the Qi Crystal in his chest giving a glance to Preston with a smirk and nod. Before charging at Project Judgement.

The combo attack of Drake and Ali wounds the woman, a slice on her face opens a crevice into a black abyss of nothing. Like she were hollow.

Strike and Sorrel get within feet of Project Judgement before his words leave his mouth.

"Final Judgement!"

And like that a huge sound erupts in a single tone freezing everyone in place for two seconds, a huge orb of energy passes over the area as if it came from the horizon its self, passing through people and building before collapsing entirely on its epicenter the scar man.

"Protection technique's, NOW!"

Strike would call out as he struggled against whatever was holding him in place. The man with scars would smirk.

"Final... Judgement."

A force of destruction would blow outwards from him, destroying the building entirely, but it wouldn't stop there it would continue into the city, the parade, and just about to it's edge the debris and shrapnel leaving no building left standing. A major crater of dirt and rock was all that remained of the city, and the edge fo the crater would be littered with debris and pieces of buildings. In it's center would be Project Judgement. He would be beating a hasty retreat.

Sorrel, Val,Preston, Daniel, and Nova would be saved by a flowing red cape from Strike, while Ali, Drake, Cillian, Dime, and Cecelia would be protected by a ball of blue threads. Neither of the protections were perfect however, as they all would end up at the very edge of the crater thrown like everything else. Angelonia was barely able to hold the ball together the whole time, shrapnel piercing through at points, even slicing into her shoulder. Strike was strong enough to keep debris out, but it would be very jarring and tossing everyone around inside.

Strike would stand and look at the destruction and shake his head. "Pesky experiment."

Angelonia would drop the ball breathing heavy and wincing as she held her arm. She didn't have enough Qi to heal it.

(Everyone was thrown in their protection at least sour to six hundred yards, jostled and jolted around, slamming in their final destination hard. there is massive damage involved and everyone is injured from the explosion.)

[Drake]

"Son... of a bitch."

Drake would groan in pain as he attempted to sit up and stand. He would immediatly begin looking for anyone else nearby that might need help.

"That's, never going to another formal fucking party. Fuck, that."

[Allison Kazim]

There was a moment of satisfaction until Ali realized the shadow beneath the skin. The boy in the robe was right - there was something wrong with them. There was no time to press further, however, as the man who started the trouble unleashed a powerful ability that sent everyone flying, including herself. Though she tried to keep up the protection, Ali was overwhelmed, relieved to see the blue that protected her.

Flung to the edges of the crater, she grunted, staring up at the sky for a moment as she tried to breathe. It hurt. It hurt a lot, and took too much effort. Pushing herself up with a wheeze, she noticed the partial beamover her, the weight heavy but also far away as she tried to push it up and shimmy away.

"Stupid dress," she muttered, looking around to see the damage done. Everyone was injured, and she had nothing to help, but there was one person who had helped her, specifically, during the fight, and that meant that the mage was struggling to walk to Angelonia, each step like fire in her body. Noblewoman or not, the girl had proven herself an ally in a fight.

"Any major damage." All she saw was the shoulder wound.

[Cecelia Riddel]

Too much was happening for Celia to process at once. She felt a small tinge of relief as the last of the guests were escorted safely, and fully intended to follow, but a hollow shout rang out through the grand hall that filled her with a sense of terror.

The last thing she remembered before the world went black was the walls of the hall blowing outward, debris falling towards her as she soared through the air, the sky looking unusually dark for such a time of day.

Then nothing. Just an unconscious, well dressed lady with blood seeping into her skirt and a broken leg among the masses.

[Dime Price]

From all the chaos it took everything in her to understand what is going on with the world. She could hardly keep up and it was when the protection spell lit up her world it felt like the very next moment the explosion went off sending them to the world's edge. She would try and cover her head but the force of it all and the constant jostling was of no gentle nature. When it was over she was certain her body was black and blue, a couple of sprains occured, and her neck ached. Her frail mortality was very evident in this moment as she struggled to breath and stay contious.

[Gunslinger]

"Agh!"

Daniel drops to a knee from the sudden attack on his leg, and it only serves to keep him from really preparing against the massive explosion that rocks his world afterwards.

Daniel covers up, but thankfully, Strike's technique saves him from being utterly deleted. By the time he clears the cobwebs, he finds his arm hanging limply at his side.

"....thank you, Emperor."

[Valerian Blackburn]

Breaking that floor open was the worst mistake Val has made in recent memory.

Thankfully, he's somewhat saved by Strike, and while the blood flows from a few spots he's been battered about in, nothing is... permanently damaged.

Valerian grits his teeth and gets to his feet, looking to find out what happened.

[Novocaine]

It could have been much worse, but as Nova slowly sat up, she was relieved to find she'd only sprained a few things and she wasn't entirely sure if she could feel her legs yet. She was bleeding from her head from landing poorly, as well.

Nova would glance around to see what was left of the attack...and where the others had ended up.

[Preston Salabim]

Preston faired well enough he supposed. He would have more than his fair of bruises and he suspected he would be feeling the impacts for several weeks. But it clearly could have been far, far worse. Adjusting his glasses, which was now missing a lense Preston would step in closer to Strike and Sorrel.

"This will not be the end of it, he mentioned others. I suspect they will have either some illusion type of abilities or mind-altering ones as well. He was able to stroll right into the party without so much as a disguise to attempt blending in."

And he'd heard no sign of commotion from outside leading up to the chaos.

[Cillian McWolfe]

Nauseous from the tumble, woozy from the bloodloss, and banged up in addition to being stabbed. Not a great party. But as far as he could tell, no one had died, which was a blessing. He saw that The Lady Angelonia was being tended to by the warrior woman, but there were others who were either unconscious or on the verge of. So he would go to check on dime and Cecelia. First checking for a pulse with Cecilia before moving on to the struggling Dime.

"Are you okay? Try not to move too much, you might have internal bleeding or wounds."

Said the man who wasn't far from passing out himself with his untended wounds. But having something to focus on, to grasp onto was something. He could latch on to it for the moment.

"Have you lost feeling anywhere?"

[Dime Price]

"N-no..." She managed to get out. "Enough pain to feel for a lifetime..." She was seeing stars.

She looked toward him with blurred vision. "Were you closer... to the blast?" what is he doing worrying about her for?

[Zack Asiv]

Everyone gets +3 exp

The choice of

Mark of the Adjudicator
or
Mark of the Avenger

Wood Tainted by the Final Judgement: If made as the primary part of an item increases damage, if used as an add-on piece increases construct damage.

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

Rai would hunt for Strike among the rubble. Upon finally finding him Rai would land and deactivate his battle form.

"Ah! Emperor Strike, you yet live! I can't even begin to explain how happy I am to see you alive and-"

Rai would dust off Strike's shoulder of the rubble that was there.

"Unharmed."

He would say with a coy smile.

[Zack Asiv]

Strike and Sorrel exchanged a glance as Preston spoke, and when Raikotsu appeared Strike narrowed his eyes momentarily at the Dragon, but look to Preston.

"You are good at what you do, Mage. May we know your name?"

Strike would inquire, while Sorrel stayed sitting, his injuries keeping him down. He looked to be under heavy contemplation and a little bit of stress.

Angelonia would shake her head to the inquiry of her injuries.

"My whole body hurts that is certain, but we must make haste to an infirmary. My threads will not last much longer for you or the other man, and I am completely out of Qi energy. Your wounds will re-open and that will be dangerous."

Angelonia would grunt and whimper to a standing position to look around. She looked just as much in pain at the devastation around her, the massive crater that was once this beautiful city, as she was in real pain.

In moments many white uniformed Royal Guards would come running onto the scene, along with some Protan soldiers transformed into battle forms, wearing suits of biological bone like metal as they rushed to start helping wounded and digging through rubble.

Cillian and Dime would be approached by a man in bone armor.

"Hi there folks, everything alright? I'm Prota Soldier Fourth Class Stratus Vivienne. I'm here to transport wounded to our medical ship landing zones."

Valerian would be approached by a man in some rather odd armor.

"Excuse me are you wounded? Anyone near by wounded? Prota has already begun to send medical ships to a landing zone near by. Lord Kaizer is accepting the aid in good faith. Can you walk?"

[Preston Salabim]

"Preston Salabim, your Excellency. And it was a pleasure to be of some service in quelling this attempt at inserrection."