Max held his ground as this commotion was enough to rattle any man of strong will. Though he had an answer for Tibbs it would have to wait...

With shocking revelation. "What the hell." Max knew this man The one Kirby called 'general'. He was in fact a general in the US Army. He was his fathers commander over the cystal skull project. That connection was instant for Max. Now all he exspected was his father to walk from behind some unanounced door.

Putting all distraction aside Max quickly moved to analyze the energies in the upper stair well of it's intent and source power.
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Orlando had wanted to say that, but he quickly focused on the Chinese word..."Speak English man, what is an Emu? There's an evil bird up there?"

Orlando quickly went over to the men that had fallen to see if they needed help.

Xuan hadn't realised that he'd spoken in his native tongue, so it took him a moment to realize what Orlando was asking.

His lip curled around the word as he switched to English.

"Demon."

After demon came out of John's mouth. Max looked at Tibbs and enquired. "You know how to stop a demon I assume?" Eye brow raised.

"As a matter of fact I do, but each situation is different, especially regarding how it is manifesting. I do know that whatever it is, if it's able to throw a grown man like that!, it is bad news!," said Orlando
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Combat Round 1 CA 1

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Max felt his battle fatigue. he wanted and needed rest, but that time wasn't now.

This demon wanted Kirby's grandmother and had control of her. The how's and why's were flying through his brain, but agaon no time to think. His had to be one of intellectual action and team work.

Max assumed that even demons were subjective to the laws of nature and physics.

Knowing he had very little energy to spend his gave a second to observe and react.

"Guys let me know what you need."
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This one is strong. And I'll need to be careful if she's one of Kirby's relatives.

It wasn't like on the Mountain, where every person was trained to deal with this sort of threat. Apart from Orlando, Xuan wasn't confident that any of the others would know what to do, as Max was showing. Happy to take the lead, the warrior held off of the apparent attack, instead working to line up the dominos so they could knock them down in one clean stroke.

His commands would have to be sharp and succint. Xuan figured that Kirby, in an emotionally distraught state, may do better with directions even if he was their Captain. Had they any time to confer, Orlando would have been the best source for a planned attack, but action needed to be taken before anyone else was hurt.

First, the Demon. "No, Demon. None go willingly to what you offer."

As he spoke, Àn Xīng appeared in his closed fist, already moving in front of him and lighting up with that familiar golden glow as the Chi flowed from Xuan to the staff. Stepping into range, he let it sing again. Let the Demon listen to that.

Through the Song, Xuan barked at his teammates.

"Captain, Ace - coordinated attacks to subdue it."
"Hands - Hold it down."
"Pythian - Bring the pain and then rip it out."

      "Yes Captain coordinate attacks to subdue me, but be careful or you will break her," the creatures voice was dark and sinister, leaving everyone's skin crawling.  The creature laughed when Xuan took out his weapon. She looked at a spot on the wall and the weapon lept from his hand, flying through the air and sticking to the wall just above where the stairwell would lead to the top.  It clung to the wall as if a magnet had pinned it there.

      The storm howled and blew open the front screen, letting in a torrent of wind rush in to the room. The house now creaked and moaned. It was very bad outside.


      "We have to stop the storm, this happened the first couple of times, and we let them go.  Evil rides upon the storm.  She will get stronger as the hurricane approaches. Keep her in the house," said JonKae as he ran out of the house

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JonKae has had his initiative now. he has left to take care of the storm. Focus for the Battle, Keep the Demon at bay and in the house, try not to let Elizabeth die in the process. JonKae is still visible on the porch.  It is still possible to attempt to help him. Anyone that chooses to help him will be in another thread. And there could be "others" out in the storm wishing this family ill.  He did say earlier that they were watching!

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Kirby watched in horror as the staircase collapsed down in front of him. Three summers ago he had helped to refinish the banister that was now part of the crumbled rubble pile lying atop his paternal grandfather. And why the fuck is he even here?

For the hundredth time that day Kirby shook off a question that would have to be answered later, provided those in possession of the answers survived long enough to render them.

“Max, can you open her airway? She’s choking… “ he trailed off, hoping Max would know what to do. “Ayes going to try and get up der.”  He announced, as he stared at the floor above.

It was a long way up without the benefit of stairs. His training had prepared him for situations like this, but never something this high. He considered asking one of the others for a boost, but that would just add time they didn’t have. So Kirby looked up, bent his knees, and jumped with all his might….

He hoped to jump high enough to reach out and grab the edge of the upper floor and pull himself up. He wasn’t sure he could do it, but he had hopes. Therefore what actually happened came as a shock. Kirby didn’t jump just high enough to reach the upper floor. He had leapt so high that he nearly collided into a timber beam in the ceiling of the large two-story entry way. He was relieved that he pulled up just in time to avoid what would have been a concussion.

Wait... I just pulled up.

Wait... I’m floating.

Wait.. Steer fucker!

Kirby was so startled that he forgot to land. Instead he came to a hover on the second floor and eyed the demon in his grandmother’s body and looked for an opening.

Max watched Kirby with amazement. Poppas got a new pair of shoes, he thought, but his mind was focusing on Tibbs.

His mind drifted through the ether of time and space, seeking an optimal link with an energy at his foundation. Their energies bound them, connecting their life force.

Max heard Vivaldi as he searched.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tqbv9cPyBfs

Strings crying out for expanse. How long and far would the psychic travel take. Was this an act of desperation? Sometimes desperation was an act of necessity, more so than desperation. Which was true in this case.

He felt the urgency in being expedient and of the rose. The two men could succeed at this task, but only if the demon was blind to their plan. He pushed through as the ether became heavier. Honing in on his brothers magical energy signature through mental discipline.

The music stopped and he had arrived.

"Pythian, it's Max. I'm communicating with you through your mind. Don't give this away to the demon. Short and sweet. I'm going to place the demon in a telekinetically formed jar, like the shark, but a jar. I need to know if you can line the inside of the jar with some type of energy that will absorb the nasty energy this demon's using? Use only your thoughts to communicate with me...quickly."
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Orlando flinched, quickly looked around as if something had scared him, then people saw him stare at Max,"Wonders will never cease to amaze, well, that's a great fucking skill," he thought.  He looked around to see if anybody else got what was going on.

"Max, I can do all of those things, if I unloaded on it, but I'm not sure if it would hurt Kirby's grandmother.  I also am deepleted.  I couldn't make all of my spells work at this point anyway, what do you think is most important, stopping the beast's spirit, holding it prisoner, stopping its physical powers from attacking us, or exorcising the fucker? I have enough energy to do one of those things depending on how strong it is.  What I plan on doing is to place this beast in a cage of light, pure light, which will weaken it, using the light to scribe a rune around it, then I will unleash everything I have to exorcise it.  My only chance is to weaken it first at this point. We need Xuan's song, it will give me the edge I need without being full strength." Orlando thought back at Max in the blink of a second. It was uncanny how fast one's mind worked when you knew what you were doing.

"We don't know what this beast is or where its from, don't stare at it's eyes or let it touch you," Orlando shouted.
You have no power in this house beast, Jesus our Lord and God compels you to leave this woman, " shouted Orlando directing his words to the beast.  He took out a flask on dumped water on his forhead. "Jesus compells you to leave this woman and home, Orlando said again as his cross was held up.  The cross began to glow, the light began to grow, it grew bigger until a nimbus of light eminated from him.  Orlando waved his hand.  The light coelessed and formed planks in front of Orlando and he walked to ward the creature floating in the air pushing the light at the beast.  I am a holy avenger, keeper of the light, you will not harm this woman, I compel you to leave!" light lifted Orlando each step of the way.
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Max sent Tibbs another thought, "I believe we need to hold it in the jar for now, which should nullify it from attacking us and others. As long as you can line the jar with some type of absorption energy field."
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Aeviternus turned a proud eye upon Orlando as the mage belted his commands at the creature, then made his own way to the nearest wall.  Sliding down it into a seated position he moved one hand back to curl his fingers around Lotus and rested his other arm upon one of his bent knees, looking very similar to how the group first found him.

Appearing as though he were about to take a respite instead of join the fracas he said to nobody in particular; "Hold it off as you can without harming the body.  I'll take the fight to that fucker."  Dropping his chin to his chest he said nothing else.

Silent and invisible the ancient soul burst into the spirit plane with all the aim and force of a freight train, targeting the intruder with malicious intent.

Let's play.

Thinking mentally," I can't line the jar with an absorbing energy and I think the telekinetic jar will only stop her physical powers.  From what I've known in my life, Demonic powers are all mental.  The only thing the jar will do is stop her from moving."

Round 1, CA 3, PP ?   

   The Bostonian and Kirby's grandfather, Kirby's other grandfather, layed motionless at the base of the crumpled stairwell, moaning and semi-conscious.  It was a flicker of perception that all of the group quickly assessed and pushed quickly out of there mind.

     What held there attention was the ubiquitously evil presence of the creature that held the unfortunate Elizabeth Gray.  It's malevolent musk permiated the entire room, heavy and cold the room instantly dropped in temperature enough to see ones breath. It looked at the invisible encasement and brought it's unerving stare upon Cool Hands, smiling with unknown muscle movement, it's grotesque attempt at controling Elizabeth's facial muscles added ferocity to Kirby's kind grandmother's face.

     Max saw the creature, both in physical form and in his mind, immediately he began to feel intense pain behind his eyes.  The creature opened it's mouth, way too far for a normal jaw's range of motion.  Darkness flowed from it's mouth, a sickening filth that flew towards Max, like a greasy black swarm of bees.  The darkness enveloped Max and flew into every orifice, his nose,  eyes, ears and mouth.  It choked off his senses and invaded his mind. The creature roared dark and gutteral like a hive mind penetrating Max's focus.

     Aeviternus saw something else...entering the spirit world, he saw the creature and much more...It held not Elizabeth Gray, at least to his knowledge.  Most of the time one's soul was the exact visage of their physical body, only lighter or darker depending on the choices and path one went down in their life, the soul was predictable in this natural imitation. This is partly what stunned Aeviternus, he saw a beautiful woman with dark hair and fire in her eyes, trapped within a tornado of churning darkness.  The darkness swirled in tubular-pulse like orbs, like bees swarming an animal. It's torso rose above her soul slightly taking the form of a dark human with hagard features. It howled to an unseen master," We have found the wander," it shrieked with its head pointed upward.  Aeviternus felt a presence, an unseen eye fixate upon him.

     The trapped woman shouted to Aeviternus into a language spoken at his birth, "Omy Melek, my sweet, you are not ready, run from this place, seek Paul, find the living apostle." This gave Aeviternus pause, he almost was ripped from the spirit world. Had he not had hundreds of years to hone his patience and focus he would have, for this exchange truly unnerved him.  Melek, was the pet name that Aeviternus's true mother called him.  Old memories flashed to his eyes, unfettered by years of changing flesh as a buffer, his soul's energy instantly made certain of what he now saw. This was his mother's...soul...could it be that she had escaped death, to walk this earth from body to body as he had.  He knew he needed to free her soul.

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Max felt the beast's darkness spreading within his mind. He felt real fear for the first time in many years. He wasn't a fearful man. To him knowledge and situational facts over came fear. But this was different. The fear came from the not knowing and this was Max's greatest fear.

He knew very little about this creature. What he knew was it's devastating, negative,  pit of hell darkness spreading in his mind. He had to stop it...he focused his thoughts on Shakti...letting her positive comic power cascade over his mind like a blanket of warm protection, fighting off the negative, lifeless cold assult.

In front of Max on the lower floor where he stood appeared a symbol in translucent red and shimmering silver Two giant scimitars stood crossed at there hilts with a giant long sword protruding through the scimitars at it's own hilt. Half way up the long sword blade was a circle of cosmic energy. Within the circle was multiple brilliant colors. Almost blinding to the eye and ever moving never stopping for an instant. Max smiled and mentally praised Shakti for this creation as he entered it.

"Out of my mind beast!" Max taunted back at the mental rapist.
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     Max reeled in pain and horror to an unseen attack.  The entire group had not seen the attack from the demon, but it was all too real.  Max's mental fortitude was all that had stopped the creature from terrorizing his mind, calling the energy of Shakti, Max was able to severe the beast's connection, but his Telekinesis felt numb.

Xuan really wanted to marvel at Kirby floating in mid-air or consider what finding the 'Wander' meant, but events had taken turn after turn for the worse. If they could just gain one advantage, maybe they would be able to wear her down and take her out. But they were all unrested, drained from the last trial on the boat. It would be an understatement to say that this would not be easy.

Let's try that again.

The staff on the wall disappeared, only to reappear in Xuan's already moving hands. Both hands had it this time, then a leg, as he wrapped himself around the staff and crouched low with his legs spread wide to center his weight. One hand at the front pressing the staff against his left leg, the other at the back holding it down against his right calf, and his rear connected to that heel to lock it in place while the center of the staff sat securely between the calf and hamstring. This was the ready position of the Rising Tide. Were he to complete the move, the staff would be released quickly by the left front, the pressure of the back right adding leverage and momentum to swing the staff around in a low and wide counter-clockwise arc. It would continue in 360 degree swings through the mid section and finish at neck height. It was designed for multiple attackers, but started with a rock solid stance. Should the demon try to fling it away again, she would need to put enough force to send him with it.

 As soon as he was in position, Xuan braced and let Àn Xīng sing again. He hoped the demon would get the opportunity to hear it this time.

      Xuan Wu's song was piercing, exceptionally so, his anger at having his weapon stolen, if only for the moment, seemed to sing an angry cry of pain.  The voice crying of pain was of Kirby's grandmother and hearing her shriek was unnerving to him. It seemed to stymie his response to the threat.
     Max felt free of the creature, from his power blocking out the creature along with the Xuan's Chi Song, it's complete hold and infestation into Max's mind was abruptly broken.  Max felt his power return to him.  Elsi dropped to the floor motionless on the second story.

On the spirit plane, a kata of a different sort was initiated, less eloquent and much more primal than the dance that brought Elsi to her knees.

The soul didn't truly have a form on its own plane despite its similarity to the body; its visage depended somewhat upon the viewer and varied based on the beholder while virtually always holding a reflection of the physical body.  In his own case Aeviternus often appeared to be made up of golden and crimson hues that intertwined in constant movement, forming his body's shape complete with the hood so often donned in his physical life, almost matching the appearance of one who's altered their physical form to that of living lightning.

Seeing the shroud about Elizabeth's form shudder and the torso above flinch in agony, Aeviternus knew his new team had gone to work on the natural plane.  Not one prone to chivalrous honor in battle, the ancient assassin saw this stutter step as an opportunity to strike.  His soul form also holding tightly to Lotus in his right hand, the other poised in readiness, neither was involved in the strike that came for the swarm of bees.

As if a hundred tendrils of electric, golden red energy suddenly sprang from his back like giant wings, Aeviternus lashed out at the many globes spinning around Elizabeth simultaneously, the wings of energy lashing out and enveloping the darkness in one unified and deadly maneuver.  Each feather ripped at the dark energy, rending it apart and sundering each particle from its path around their captive like shattering a snow globe and sending the moving flakes to all directions with a violent toss to the floor.

Confident in the singular effort to remove the danger and furious at this creature's audacity to attack a being so emotionally tied to him, Aeviternus floated ominously above the dark creature now separated and on its own with Lotus in attack position and a voracious loathing washing over his target.

There weren't even words to be spared, its complete demise could be the only conceivable goal.
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Orlando finished his assent right at Kirby's grandmother, leaping to her, taking advantage of kirby's grandmother or rather the demon being weakened, he went in with all of his energy. Orlando jerked off his necklace, which held his precious crystal cross, the focus of his spell. The light that he had conjured disappeared, the steps dissolved and arced through the air, reconstituting into a miniature sun behind Orlando in the middle of the air, bright hot, the top of the ceiling began to smolder.

"You have no place in this realm, I   CAST   YOU    OUT!!!!," Orlando raged at the creature, pure determination echoed in each word. He held up his cross and the sun beamed through it, illuminating it, hues of the most brilliant light cast upon Kirby's grandmother. The sun's rays shot into the crystal, marking the flesh in holy exuberance. He slammed the cross on to Elizabeth Gray's flesh, attempting to exorcise the creature.

      The demon pulled away from both mens' touch, on both planes of existence. The creature shuddered and convulsed, unable to withstand the attacks, Aeviternus was able to wrench the creature away, discorporating it from Elizabeth Gray's soul. This weakened the creature further, compounded with Xuan's song, Orlando's placement of the sunlight and spell were the only needed nails for this creature. It shrieked as it was cast out.

     Orlando caught Elizabeth as she fell. He touched her head, closing his eyes. She was not yet out of the woods. He picked her fragile frame up completely. He looked at Kirby with a worried expression.

    The Bostonian's hand grew to the size of wheel barrels and hoisted the debris off of them, several choice words were spoken to himself. His hand stretched up to the broken balcony and he lifted himself up with a swing and moved towards Elsi...the Storm still raced outside.


This is a good spot to ask questions.

The immediate reflex was to go back to Avery's body and rejoin the group on the physical plane.  But there was the path on which the demon left... it had a magnetic pull that was an intrigue all its own.  Aeviternus could see the imprint of what could be considered footprints to a different place.  Knowing that it was not he who cast it out left the possibilities endless as to where the path might lead.

Suddenly, two thousand years of experience were reduced to the trepidation of a child as the old soul looked from Elizabeth to Elsi with ignorance obvious in his hesitance.  Where does that go? he asked of neither in particular, the pull between his responsibilities back on the material plane and the possibilities of what lay before him on this a painful dichotomy of choice.