Sirad Purified's Story

It had been too long since Lilith had experienced simple pleasures. Yes she was different, but a phrase would come to mind. You can't change a Leopard's Spots. It was apt, true she was trying to be far less sadistic and cruel, but she still revelled in the utter excess of all of this debauchery. The dub-step atmosphere while spinning slot machines, bubbling with beeps and bloops. The sound of dice hitting the leather, combined with the euphoric yells from those winning big. It was an atmosphere she had forgotten she had once enjoyed. Even while she had been Demonic she had completely lost the idea of how fun this all was. Being what she now represented or tried to represent. It was difficult to go from one extreme to another.

Yes the Barcardi obliterated the hurt in her soul. Her soul. Now that was just as strange to understand. She now had it again, even more she had her life restored. Not a trace of demonic darkness within her now. Just immortality and powerful magicks. Memories, remnants of who she once was. Who she now was? Crimes she still remembered, horrific truly abhorrent atrocities. And he have forgiven her? Maybe that's why she seeked such loud places to silence her own tormenting doubts.

Has she made the correct choice? Her wife, her beloved sister snatched from her. Taken, the one thing she had to connect to her past now taken. Yet she did not resent this outcome. Or tried not too.

Gripping a bottle of barcardi, she sighed morosely, "Who am I even now? How can a person who remember's all their crimes and sins and ever truly be good?" she spoke to the air. Of course it said nothing, merely a stony silence, "Yahweh I just want to know, what even am I now? Things seemed so clear when you spoke again to us again... now I feel even more lost. I am back to what I was meant to be? But at what cost Father?" again a silence...

Exhaling she tipped the bottle and took a drink, thinking once more, 'Who am I?'

Under the table on the opposite side of Lilith approaches a soft shuffling noise of carpet. Shortly after the noise stops three large snake heads in respective red, green, and blue eyes stare at her. An unmistakable chorus of salesmen voices begins.

"It's the most beautiful pair of ennuis I've ever seen, Blue!"

"That's right red, you can't find many like these on this side of the nebula! What do you think, Green?"

"Oh I'd love to have one of these in my databanks. It's just striking."

The three mind-eavesdropping snakes raise far enough to see the join of necks. They chorus, "So tell us, how much does this bountiful rarity cost!? Please, tell us more!"

Hearing different voices she spun around, at first she saw nothing and assumed she had merely picked up the voices from around her. Of course being how unlikely this seemed, she first looked left, nothing. Looked right, nothing. Looked Up, nothing. Finally in exasperation she stared down and even she was little beyond baffled at sight in front of her. For a few seconds Lilith looked at the bottle in her hand, then back at three headed snake or three snakes. Finally, with a sigh she responded, "I am not drunk or high enough to ever think that conversing with you would achieve something other than me continuing to drink this Barcardi. So kindly fuck off. I may not be demonic anymore, but I am not in the mood to deal with strange shit right now. Go slither up a girl's leg or something far more entertaining." she once more began to swig from the bottle before placing it down and sighing loudly, "Plus I have no fucking idea what you are talking about so I could not even answer if I deigned it worth it."

Hotei's thick rear body pushed the human-sized snake heads above the table line a little more even to view. Red put his head upside down on the table, "I told them a good pitch is still a hard sell for that many questions."

Green eyes scoffs at red then straightens to look at Sirad, "Ssspah, We're here for the sounds of good questions not entertainment! Who wants to buy all the swearing and shallow questions?"

Blue sidles in sideways beside green forked tongue hanging out. Blue looks up at green explaining, "We can hear you thinking deep questions but not what they are. What hope for good answers do small swearing minds have?"

Red eyes the bottle psychokinetics pushing at it lightly, "If you're going to drown good questions we'll take them off your hands! They're all blurry now!"

The former demoness growled in the past she would have done unspeakable things to this annoyance as she was admittedly really damn petty and outright hateful in the past. Now she was meant to be a lot more than this. Although from the voices she gathered what they wanted. Still did not remove her rage she felt towards these things, "FINE! I used to be so many things from in Garden of Eden to something far more complex. I was a demoness. I was Lilith. I still am Lilith, but my sister who defined so much of myself from hate to love and intimacy I no longer have. I don't know what my purpose is. I can't go back to what I previously did as I been given a second chance. Thus, I face conundrum what am I meant to do?" she sneered with clear fury surging towards her mind, "I don't who I am, because how I defined myself is gone. I am not even human like these folks. I am Pure Human, which means I am magical and immortal. So tell me dear expert WHAT THE FUCK AM I?"

Magali could sense trouble a mile away. Working with the magically-inclined as a waitress all day gave her a sixth sense for the stuff. After all, business was only booming as long as fights weren't breaking out and tensions kept low. She could hear the tone of the rather loud woman and in an instant, Magi had her warm, disarming smile on her face as she strutted slowly over to the table in question.

Things were still in control, that was good. Magi'd seen stranger things, but she wasn't quite sure which set of snake eyes to make contact with so she instead decided to address the woman first. "Well, right now I see a woman with a beautiful face and powerful voice. Do you need another bottle?" she asked, her tone polite as she trilled out the words. Her gaze swiveled towards the snakes and she made a small questioning gesture. "And you..." She looked them all over and decided to guess. "...boys, do you need anything? Perhaps some snacks, hm? With your mouths full, perhaps we can have a calmer chat. No more feather ruffling." The last statement was a little firmer, she was ready to lay down the law if needed. "Hm?"

Excitement widens three pairs of slit eyes for interesting answers raising so many questions. Was there empirical proof of a deity? Excellent questions for scientists. They couldn't actually talk to each other but they knew roughly what each were thinking. A demon made into mankind? So many interesting questions!

Blue feels the waitress enter his telekinetic envelope first and turns toward her. He cleans his eyes with his tongue while he listens. Shortly the others turn to listen too.

Blue looks at Red though they all look down ever so slight at a calmer authority, "Okay, we'll be good. Less loud questions. Red can eat since we only have one stomach anyway."

"But isn't it a human's purpose to ask their unanswerable 'why'?" Green piped up with a quieter voice toward fuming Lilith, "Doesn't that make you much more like them now? Did creation with answers to purpose make it difficult to change for so long? Does that it mean if you ask questions about your purpose but did not before that now your future can change? Humans gave our answer for purpose of always asking why. We don't mean to cause anger."

Red looked up and shook his head, "Green your optimism will get us bitten one day. Why do I have to be the eating one!"

Under normal circumstances, a pretty face would never have stopped Lilith from teaching the snake a lesson, but fortunately, she was a changed person thus though she had images of murdering the snake or one of the heads she instead counted to three in her head before turning and staring at the other person.

Forget the snake, this person was far more interesting.

The former demoness had never encountered someone who was so easy on the eyes the freckles giving her an air of innocence and increasing attraction for her. For a time, she just gazed licking her lips back and forth being lost in the beauty appearance and struggling to think straight. Even her melancholy had taken a back seat currently everything focused on Magali.

For a time just saying nothing, but appearing obviously attracted to the waitress.

Finally, she spoke, "Fuck the snakes, you are less likely to piss me off... come sit with me..." smirking she gestured to a seat off at the far corner before adding, "Also would love another bottle of Barcardi, but what would someone like you desire my dear? I have money to spare and you have likely been on your feet all day, why not a little rest?" she asked with disarming glint in her eyes which appeared older than her whole body, in fact, she exuded an old soul truly. Nonetheless, she smiled warmly, "Lilith, I don't have a proper surname but I also can go by the name Sirad if one desire's and anything you desire I would truthfully promise you will definitely receive." licking her lips again she gave one last look of the snake thing rolled her eyes and started towards the seats she had gestured off at a dim part of the casino away from much of the noise. Likely a VIP area.

Red and Blue saw it even if Green was oblivious. It was time to go. The body pivoted behind Green dragging him quickly away. As they quickly slithered away Red can be seen holding Green's mouth shut with his own. They certainly couldn't use cloaking in here the casino would have words about that. Once they passed the doors however the three heads seemed to slither into nothing but a very faint distortion along a wall.

Outside the doors one could see a short argument of floating mouths trying to stay out of the way of passers-by.

Magali allowed some tension to drop from her shoulders as the situation resolved itself, the snakes deciding to take their leave. She took the moment to study the woman more closely, taking in more than just the more obvious physical traits that she had noticed before. She kept on a smile as she decided to follow the woman. After all, she wasn't really on shift at the moment, she was just keeping the peace. "If you insist, how can I refuse such a kind invitation?" Magali responded as she walked. "My name is Magali Auzenne, but I'm known as Magi. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lilith. As for a drink, since you're offering, I'm a wine girl. You can do as you please with that information."

Leading her to a far off table, the former demoness sat herself down sighing in slightly haunted melancholy, before remembering Magali, "I am charmed to meet someone not alarmed by such brashness. I admit another life I may well have done unspeakable things to those miscreants. But when one is given a second chance you don't fuck it over for ingrates. Thus, the fact you came well you provided the needed distraction. As for wine, well hold on..." closing her glowing eyes she focused before turning her palm. Sparks of beautiful white energy flew nearby Lilith, before, in a flash of incandescent light, a beautiful bottle of white wine appeared.

As she handed it over, she smiled softly, before tracing fingers lightly over the wrist of Magali, "I am honestly glad for company my dear one. The intelligent and beautiful company too, those freckles well there is innocent radiance about them." pausing she gave disarming grin before continuing, "I dare say you must have many admirers, but perhaps for now, I should stop the compliments? Unless you wish for more my darling... I just wish for company, and someone who won't judge whatever they find out I formally was..." her voice faded almost like a mist before she continued, "Your beauty could topple the walls metaphorical or otherwise... more real than Helen of Troy and true in appearance and soul."

Honestly, she would not be here, but she had made a promise, a promise she would prove being redeemed was the correct course for herself. But even though Sirad was extremely powerful and deadly even she found herself wondering if she could make any difference. All her magic was infused with holy energies. Normally that would be enough, but in this case, she felt hopelessly outnumbered, still, she did appear next to the trainer, "It was impossible to miss this battle from even Lutetia, so I come here offering some form of help." as to what help she could provide that entirely depended on how long she could focus the sacred magicks but it was evident to her the main focus was the tainted decaying patrol.

So immediately she teleports in front of them before immediately focusing and summoning waves of power to unleash, the effect of bringing forth so much radiant force at once would provide a buffer pushing the hordes back until she could unleash it all at once. The gradual gathering would take time, but she was working light so while not phased by the blinding holy incandescence the brightness would harm most shadows. But once again she could do this once maybe twice and she working to keep it on the biggest problem, let others handle the Shadow Dragon.

Although, Draco would likely recognize Sirad now redeemed and empowered with Heavenly powers. Pure unfathomable radiance growing and creating quite a light show in the spot she stood. Her eyes glowing white as her hair, while she stood straining but determined to hold back and eventually send forth.

The smiling priestess walked forward as Draco did, her steps almost noiseless. A smug smirk came across her face as she opened her eyes for a change, revealing glowing flesh-tone pupils in black sclera. Fitting in the colors of her outfit, too black dominant with flesh-tone trim.

You will not stand for it, yet you stand now before it. Are all Dragons as hypocritical as the worms around them? You must tell me, Shadow Lord.

Emily took up her unusual, if not signature, fighting stance, almost challenging Draco in her intense gaze alone to just try and take a shot at her. She was no ordinary opponent, though by assuming her stance, she seemed to be giving a certain amount of actual respect to Draco's capabilities, compared to any other opponent she's faced.

If you do not tell me, then I shall mock you a second time.

The reverberation and distortion in her voice strangely contrasted the normal Human tone she had only minutes ago before the fighting began. Sirad's arrival was not unnoticed however, a small fact staying within Emily's mind, since Sirad too would be a potential challenger who could do her harm.

Jennifer just smiled to herself. She couldn't make a break for the portal just yet to continue her quest. She had to make sure the Shadow Legion would not follow her, and only the defeat of their leader would prove sufficient motivation to do just that. IT made her proud to realize that she did in fact do a small part in saving her home city, spearheading the assault and acting as the primary diversion for more powerful things to get in and do the real damage. Just like she was a Stealth Rock user, like her pet Bastiodon...

Meanwhile, the berserkers had run out of legionnaires to kill and decided that the perfect target was each other, creating what's called a self-correcting problem. The last two even managed to finish each other off! How perfect was that? And the whole time, the jellyfish in the air seemed to be cheering on the liberators, offering help in their own mysterious way through song and healing goop.

But her role in this conflict had ended. It was time for the boss fight. Time to head for the League building to the north. If the liberators won, she would go right through the portal with none the wiser as to where she had gone, and if the forces of darkness prevailed, she could make her last stand in the bottleneck that was customs there.

Another step, another mouthful of blood coughed up. As Draco's power continued to flare, the Shadow Legion receded from the field entirely, freeing up his mind, and allowing him to focus solely on killing this mockery of Dragon Kind, and keeping himself from tearing himself apart. He snarled in response to her taunting, and he flicked out his hands, his Shadow Fire Swords appearing in his hands as the metal groaned with his rage-filled grip.

As Emily settled into a Fighting Stance, she would immediately find herself being assaulted by Numerous Tendrils of Shadow erupting from all sides. From the alley ways, from the gutters, from her own shadow, all of them aiming to grab her, and toss her around like an angry child would a broken toy. To tear her apart limb from limb, to incapacitate and destroy and corrupt. And that was only the start.

Draco's body began to burn in a Phoenix Cloak of Shadow Fire, boosting his already self-destructive power and making him hack up another mouthful of blood as he began to sprint towards her, swords trialing behind him before he flipped one into a reverse grip, and brought it in front of him to ward off any incoming strikes for now. Sirad's presence went un-cared for - Draco was much too rage-blind to notice or care for the presence of a Holy Magic User. Draco leaped into the air above Emily, a ball of Dark Draconian Energy gathering in his hideous mutated Dragon-maw while his humanoid body flew through the air. Similar to a Pokemon's hyper-beam, the charged the attack, and then released it towards Emily in a frightening beam of corrupting, terrifying Shadow Fire that would burn everything it touched until there was nothing left. Living beings if they survived were left horribly scarred and rendered infertile unless healed by Holy Magics.

Following this beam of unholy Magic, Draco would launch himself towards Emily's last known position, aiming to strike with a flurry of slashes and stabs as he spun his body wildly fast, seeming like a blur as his blades moved with surgical precision to try and dismantle and tear apart their intended target, the Black Duradaeden humming with Draconian Lightning, making them vibrate, and therefore increasing their ability to cut ten-fold at the least.

All of this, and it wasn't even a Tenth of Draco's power. Using a full tenth of his power would have killed him already. Yet he was pushing it even now. If he didn't kill these intruders now, he would have to pull back to his Fortress, lest he kill himself by exertion.

As the tendrils lashed at Emily herself, her body seemed to dodge their swipes and parry their strikes with inhuman speed. Despite her closing her eyes, she was not scratched by any of them. When the rush of Shadow Fire came upon her, she would raise her arms to take the attack before melting into a pile of quivering fleshy bits. The fleshy mass leapt back out of the attack's impact point and reformed into the Priestess. To Draco's sight, she would appear to not have been affected by the other effects of the Shadow Fire, though she did seem to have some marks indicative of the minimum of damage, likely from defending against the impressive attack.

Now back in her humanoid form, she kept her eyes closed as Draco approached her at great speed. Taking to hovering, with the tips of her flats just millimeters above the ground, she would play defense, gracefully floating backwards at a pace matching Draco's advancing onslaught. As he took each swing, Emily continued dodging and parrying the attacks with her hands and arms, with few of the swings ever connecting with her body, though those that did did leave some minor gashes and tore pieces off of her priestess' robes.

To any Human or similar being in the area, Draco and Emily were no doubt barely visible or comprehensible with the speed of their attacks; only certain individuals would be skilled enough to spectate the battle occurring. However, in Draco's sight, Emily seemed to be moving as fast as he was, though it appeared she too was placing minimal effort into the act, almost as if she wasn't using her own maximum either, much as he. Her smirk never left her face.

Your attacks lack finesse. You won't land a properly respectable strike against me if that's your best.

In the midst of her parries, Emily attempted to use one of the brief recovery moments present in each of Draco's swings to grab one of his wrists within that opening, intent on guiding his strike past her on her terms.

If she succeeded, she would move forward and use one of her legs to deliver a very precisely aimed kick to his gut, a kick specifically laced with enough strength to lightly damage his armor and halt his advance and unsteady him for a moment, though causing minimal other harm. Then, she would melt into a fleshy mass once more and slip behind him a short distance away, reforming in her fighting stance to await his next actions.

If she failed, Draco would find an opportunity to regain the edge in their skirmish, whether through backing off and preparing a new line of attack, through preparing to counter attacks of her own, or perhaps some other action he deems suitable.

How do you console yourself with all the evil you have done as a person? That was Lilith aka Sirad major question, she had recovered from losing Eve now, but she still had much to redeem herself for. The one she knew she had to address first was honestly one of the darkest things she had ever done in Wing City. Lilith had done many horrible and truly wretched things in her life, many she could never hope to be forgiven for. Which made this all the more important in her view. She had sent out a missive to the Scarlet Devil Mansion with only this written:

Dearest Flandre
We need to talk.

Meet at this Cafe in Lutetia.

Don't feel obligated to come.

Signed Sirad

She truly did not expect her to show, but Sirad was here as promised and she was scared.

Yes she looked different, far older, she had a more mature body, but she still dressed like a tomboy, denim shorts, a random t-shirt and longer white hair than Flandre likely remembered Sirad with.

Only thing indicating it was her was her two eyes were same as before both different colours.

Scarlet Devil Mansion

The Scarlet Devil Mansion (紅魔館, Koumakan lit. Scarlet Mansion or Scarlet Manor) is the Scarlet family's fancy European-style mansion. It is located on a ridge at the Nyx.

Never busy, and never receiving many visitors Flandre had been stuck in the Scarlet Devil Mansion for a couple months with nothing to do...her only friend Omoide had been gone for a bit now, and she was only left with the company of the many fairy maids to play with. That was when she received..."it".

That was all she needed to see to take off immediately...

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Corner Cafe

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Out on her own despite the attempts of the fairy maids to stop her progress, she walked about within the cafe...her eyes were narrowed, looking for this person not that it was so difficult to find her considering the lack of a crowd and once she was able to spot Sirad among the crowd, she began stomping over. She had an air of malice about her, aggression...yet...not the kind of child-like aggression she showed for not getting what she wants. Aggression stemming from something much deeper than her child-like mind could put to words.

"You." As all she could manage to say. "What is it you want of all people?" She had no spatial awareness of her different appearance, perhaps chalking it up to just cosmetic changes without reason. Her concern at this very moment was what this she-devil was doing looking for her.

Sirad had, of course, expected this and did not seem phased at all if anything she seemed to have accepted it and resigned herself to this. Not even interrupting just waiting she sighed stood awkwardly placing hands behind her head as she gave an awkward smile, no sadism in her eyes or even her usual apathy, regret that much was evident, "Okay I deserve that and much more... but it is good you came..." she would wait for the vampire to sit down before sitting herself down, "The way you knew me Flandre is no longer who I am and you must understand when much of your life has been crushing and ruining lives all because of cruel I was and unrelenting there is little I can do to ever address all."

Sighing she turned away, "But that is no longer who I am... and with this comes realization since I still have all the memories." she paused seemingly unable to speak, until she lifted her face and she was crying, "I was a monster, a fucking monster... and I remember it all... All I did to you... I made you obsessed with me, I made you believe you deserved nothing else. I controlled and robbed you of anything resembling innocence and you are a Vampire and then I threw you to the wayside when I got bored."

Maybe, Flandre would assume this was another cruel joke, but she had likely seen the former Demoness cry and be so honest, "I only want to say one thing... I don't expect forgiveness. I don't deserve it. But know this I am sorry and everything I did to you I live with and honestly when you did as many 'things' as I have done it really shows just how horrifying what I did to you was..."

"Once again I am sorry for everything Flandre. I know you hate me and have every right too... But nothing you can do would hurt me. I have lost everything and now must live with everything I lost, everything I did... Every person I hurt, every relationship I had and those who suffered because they believe an aberration like me could love..."

Draco snarled at her words, none of his strikes landing, or even hitting with enough purpose to do anything of value to her. It was as she began to try and counter-attack that he saw his opening. While not letting her do what she wanted, the Dragon likewise allowed his wrist to be grabbed. She would find his armor harder than any common metal used by Mortals or different creatures. Draconian-Forged Duradaeden, or better in Draco's case, blessed Draconian Duradaeden, was yet one of those long list of metals much harder and lighter than steel. And while it didn't stop kinetic energy, it didn't just take it either.

Emily's leg would meet Draco's gut, and would feel as though every nerve was likely exploding on contact. Depending on the strength of her kick, she'd likely even break her own leg on impact alone. As the Dragon's wrist was grabbed, a sickening smirk spread across his face, and used his body to conceal his next strike: A direct stab directly into Emily's gut. The world would fall away for a second, and seem to stop as her kick landed at the precise moment his blade sank into her belly with scalpel-like ease. The vibrating, humming blade filled with normally corrupting Draconian Lightning would merely enhance the sharpness of the blade to the point of being able to cut through most things like a molten knife through butter.

Her arms, however, from the Shadowfire she decided to try and tank, were left burned, bleeding, and oozing. The corruption normally present not taking place, but instead the immediate damage of the fire itself: The end-product of the corruption. There was a sizable chunk of flesh simply oozing off of Emily's forearms, falling off as a chunk of dead flesh and bone, leaving everything exposed to the elements and the rigors of combat. No further damage would occur due to Emily's own properties, but the initial effect of Shadowfire was still something even she couldn't avoid.

As time slowed and the reality of the situation sank in, Draco lifted his head, pressing on the blade he'd gutted Emily with, aiming to press it painfully deeper into her body. He was shaking, his eyes were bloodshot, and blood poured down his chin and out of his ears. He was at his absolute limit. And the fool was going to keep pushing himself....

"You are a fool... thinking you can teach a Dragon as old I.... how to properly fight." he wheezed out, panting softly. Slowly he straightened his back, multiple joints popping sickeningly loud as he did so, his previously grabbed wrist shuddering before tearing itself from her grasp, and moving to allow Draco to grab her by the shoulder. This stab was intimate and Draco was going to keep it that way in order to kill Emily if he could. His eye twitched, and a tear of blood streaked down his cheek from the outward corner. The amount of pain he was in was palpable in the air.

He was fully committed to killing her right now, even if that meant killing himself. He paused though, as his blade continued to sink further, having already exited the other side of her body. His Coal Red eyes narrowed as he stared into her eyes. Emily wasn't all she turned out to be... no she was much more. And Draco could see that now. She was much more than a human... something he'd never be able to handle in his current state. With a twitch of his lip, he snarled.

"A fool you may be... but... you are not one to be trifled with....Farewell. Fool." he growled out before ripping his sword from her body unceremoniously and leaping backwards. The Shadows would follow him, pooling under where he was to land, and he would splash into them like a pool, and vanish from the area.

Draco was gone, and so was the Legion. For now.

Emily's damaged body never stopped smirking. As he left, she stood tall again, despite the visible injuries and torn clothing. Seemingly unfazed, she adopted her usual prayer posture. Shortly thereafter, she melted into a fleshy mass that quivered on the ground for a short time. The mass itself was at least 4' tall, vaguely roundish with the consistency of gelatin, and had tentacles and eyes scattered all over its surface.

Such arrogance. Perhaps it is best he keep the motivation it provides. He will not succeed at his goal as he is now, but perhaps events can be arranged such.

The fleshy mass reassembled itself to form a humanoid creature, feminine in form, that nonetheless looked eldritch and alien. Rolling waves of random organs and appendages folded to smooth out and refine the shapely figure that stood in the place of where Emily was. With the slanted and mismatched eyes, including extras in odd places, as well as the sharp teeth in a wide smile, and the vestigial mouths in places they did not belong, even the alluring female figure was grotesquely marred.

The damage he did to me. Pitiful as a whole, but promising in potential. I do hope I'll witness refinement in the future.

The female figure than grew skin, the process looking much like a zipper was zipping up, only with far more disgusting detail. At the end of it, Emily's nude figure stood, fully repaired of any damage she had taken. Assessing herself, she smirked again and generated the outfit she was wearing beforehand, the clerical robes and mitre. The human form was back to a brand new state. She then stood and began seemingly praying once more, observing what damage was done to the city.

Sara watched as Draco and this Emily...whatever she was started to clash. She didn't watch long though as she turned to Jennifer and the others. "Time to move." She stated. "Stay Low, Stay quiet, and stick close...if we are lucky and careful we should be able to slip past Draco and his legion while they are focused on this goddess or whatever the hell she is... Move out!"

Sara lowered a thin half visor over her left eye it showed her a HUD with a map of the course given to her by Jennifer. As she past by Jennifer she handed her what looked like a smart watch. "Listen.." she said in a low voice. "i don't know what is ahead of us here but it is most important that you get though..." Sara opened the device and showed Jennifer a small button within. "Should we run into anything we can't handle press this... it will cover you in a cloaking field. It can only be used once and will only last for about a minute or two... so only use it if you have to..."

That done Sara took the lead creeping though the back alleys as much as possible. A few times she had to signal for the group to stop and lay low as a Shadow Legion patrol would pass by. Luckily the bulk of the legion seemed to be distracted by the battle of the powerful beings and soon their goal was in sight.

All at once it seemed as if the shadows lifted as Draco roared and retreated... "This could be a trick..." Sara warned feeling a bit uneasy at the sudden departure of Draco and his legion. "Wait or risk it?" she asked Jennifer as she looked toward the center.

"Shit. I'm out of time. I gotta go." Jennifer said out loud to herself. With the final showdown coming, it was time for her to damn the consequences and bolt for the portal. It was getting to the point where there wasn't much of a city left to fight over. Starting to look like Wing City, actually.

Decked out in her improvised post-apocalyptic road warrior armor made from concrete, rebar, and scrap metal that made her look a bit like a miniature Aggron herself, she slammed in the boot up sequence for the portal to Ruula, specifically to Castelia City.

"Come on, come on...this thing is going to light up every sensor around, I don't think I can hold this bottleneck..."

Finally, she saw the iris open! The stargate was ready to go, thank Palkia!

Taking a deep breath for no real reason, she proceeded to dive in!