Pompelin: Church Remains: Crater Edge
Eyes blinking in disbelief, Flynn regarded the scene in the crater below him from his perch with careful caution. Thanks to the efforts of all of them, it appeared as though Megaera and her pets were potentially down for the count. The snakes at least appeared to be a certainty, the woman herself, however, another question entirely. She had managed to withstand a ton of punishment from them all up to this point, but surely it had to have its limits, right? There was no way anyone could withstand the accumulative damage that all of them had unleashed on her so far. But...
...anything was still possible. As his eyes continued to remain warily fixed on the smouldering scene below him, he struggled to one handedly reload his revolver, bracing himself for anything and everything.
Pompelin: Main Street
Milia, Holly
"Milia! Holly! You're both alright!" A call came from down the street, directing the attention of both women from their struggling duties in maintaining a form of crowd control to turn and look down the street, and at the familiar sight of a friend running alongside a curiously familiar, but unknown face.
Cashmere skidded to a stop beside them, looking over both of the younger, haggard women. Lips curling into a grimace, she shook her head from side to side, her hand reaching out to touch Milia's dirt stained cheek. "I'm so glad to see that both of you are safe. Are the others...?"
"We're... we're not sure..." Replied Milia weakly. It was a struggle for her to even remain standing, let alone speak. Her eyes turned towards the devastated remains of what had once been Pompelin's pride and joy church but a short distance away. "There was a... woman. An evil woman. The others were fighting her, but..." But the sounds of fighting had now since died down. Cashmere frowned.
"Cashy, help these two adorable young ladies here help to keep the crowds back," Spoke Cashmere's acquaintance, whom walked past with a reassuring, supportive pat atop the Fashionista's shoulder. "We wouldn't want anyone else getting involved in all this. I'll go check on what's happening over there." As the woman passed, she walked with a peculiar spring to her step and a whistle lilting from her lips. In her right hand she spun a large, circular blade, spinning it around her finger.
"Who is...?" Milia began to ask.
Pompelin: Church Remains: Crater
Trent, Josette, Julius, Celeste, Aleksander, Estefania, Cadfael, Naomi | Megaera (?), Giovanni
"Well, well, this is certainly a party and a half. And you couldn't even wait for me, could you Trisha?"
Snapping the attention of everyone inside the crater away from where Megaera laid, they looked up in unison to see Elaine staring back down at them with a grin. The majority of the Guilders looked up with confusion, whilst others, such as Celeste, Julius and Aleksander looked up with relief.
Trent meanwhile, froze to the spot. He didn't even try to look around. As soon as he heard that voice... that nickname...
He hated that nickname.
"Shut up, Elaine, and get serious. We might not be done here." Spoke Trent.
"Y'think?" The Tracker replied, leaping down and skidding down the incline towards the bottom of the crater. "I do so hate having to clean up the parties you kids have when I haven't even had the chance to be in it. How's everyone doing? And... hey. Isn't this...?" Upon walking closer to where Megaera laid, and seeing the woman's appearance clearly, Elaine's face scrunched up. She had never met the wicked woman before, but she had heard of her the accounts her wards spoke of when fighting the Vandrell family. She turned and looked back towards Celeste. Back when they first formed a team, Celeste was noticeably different. Still quite angry, and still prone to hot headed recklessness as she was now, but also burdened with an incredible sense of guilt from what happened that evening. She didn't need to say anything, the look on her face confirmed it.
Elaine looked back, frowning towards Megaera. Her body lost its calm and carefree composure, instead becoming ready to move and react at a moment's notice. The pain and harm this woman had caused to her children was unforgivable. Should the woman still try to move and fight... it would not end well. For her.