Momentarily Paralyzed

JP with mdman, Redsword, Jaxx, Lucian, Lasersexpanther, Lorem and Cindy

As they looked down the staircase, Dr. Jackal and Lily felt uneasy. They continued to observe the wounded thug’s moaning in pain from being shot by Lily. Sadly she forgot to bring extra ammunition with her so she hoped that no more intruders came in. Dr. Jackal on the other hand was feeling queasy and became nervous as if he was going to have a panic attack. Lily saw the good doctor moving oddly and firmly grabbed his cheeks to make him look at her. She whispered, “It’s going to be okay. Stay with me doctor. We will get through this together.” Dr. Jackal’s eyes turned to a bright amber color as his breathing grew heavier and faster. Lily knew he was on the verge of changing and that was a bad idea. So she gazed into his eyes and kissed him passionately as her hands moved behind his head and before long she was sitting on his lap. The good doctor was rather inexperienced with women, especially for his age. This young aggressive woman who was all over him, had somehow managed to overwhelm his brilliant mind as he was subdued by her kiss. Even though his eyes were still golden he was not transforming into a demon. Then slowly he began to calm down as his eyes began to return to the normal color. Lily continued to snog with the good doctor as got lost in the moment.

Meanwhile, Lorem had run out of things that she could actively do from the security of her workshop. The gas lights were on, intruder locations were they tripped, the system had been relayed, and she double checked to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. From this point, if she wanted to do anything she would need to venture out. Lorem, scared by what could be out there since she heard the gunshots and shouts, remained inside her workshop. She got her hand cannon out and then took a seat at the control panel once more. She would continue to monitor what she could in case there were any new developments.

Vor had begun running to find where the attack was, unsure of what he could actually do and being driven by a mix of fear and adrenaline.

Suddenly being struck by a force that overwhelmed the fear and locked his legs, he nearly stumbled into a roll before catching himself on the wall. He had to catch his breath, still not fully restored and finding the strain making it harder to get enough air. As he looked to the stairs leading to the first floor, he had a double take.

He was mentally prepared for bodies, but not for the sight of Lily and Dr.Jackal sharing a moment of passion amidst the mayhem. It took his mind a moment to register it was happening, which with struggling to move made it rather awkward for him, doing what he could to keep them out of view until whatever magic held his legs hostage freed them.

Cronk was having fun. He had bashed three men while the others tended to those in the house. He became concerned for Camille’s safety, so he thought he’d finish this guy off. Looking down, Cronk got a grin upon his face. With the club in his hand, he thought of a game in the Scottish territory of Great Britain.

“Four!” he shouted, as the club came swings mg down like he had seen in the lowlands with Quinn. The club bashed the side of the man’s face.

With no more outside, Cronk chose to enter the back door of the house. Checking on Camille, he urged her to stay put. She’d be safe there. As quietly as an orc can be, which is about as quiet as the walking elephant, Cronk marched toward where he heard the commotion.

Elizabeth had been struck by fear and paralyzed like the others, but she knew what Sung was doing and went with it rather than fighting it.

Pascal felt the cut if the sword, there wasn't much he could do to stop it. By the time the two minutes were up for the spell, Pascal had lost a lot of blood. He used his stamina to drop to the floor, and close his eyes to use healing on himself to stop the healing but he didn't have enough in him and passed out. Elizabeth backed away slightly.

The spell lifted from the rest of the house, out in the hallway the sounds of the fight between Maseo and the two men continued. Elizabeth picked up a poker from the fireplace in her office, infused it with magic and headed towards the door. "It sounds like the Captain could use some help.”

Suddenly free, Vor made his way past the lovebirds and tiptoed around the still groaning wounded at the bottom of the stairs. He could still hear fighting and soon found the captain in battle against two imposing men.
His inexperience made him hover around the fight, not sure when to try and help or whether an attack would hurt Maseo instead of the enemy, but he took hold of his flowing doubts and focused them into a throw. The jar of paint that hit the side of one man's face wasn't enough to knock him out, but the paint itself was water soluble and so readily entered the mouth and eyes. It was distraction enough to weave in with a knife, severing an Achilles tendon before moving out of the way. Vor then gathered another paint jar, looking for another opening to further aid Maseo.

Cronk was stopped for a short while. You could hear him growling, wondering what was holding his powerful form back, so that he could not move. It came suddenly as he struggled against the force. Immediately, Cronk flew forward, as he became free, right into an ancient Chinese vase, which was smashed.

Cronk stood up, brushed the porcelain dust from his Union suit, then marched forward, toward Elizabeth’s office.

Sung smiled "Lady Elizabeth, try not to kill too many of them," commented Sung leaning down to Pascal and trying to heal just enough to stop the bleeding. "I will watch over this one. Need me just yell." said Sung sounding a little tired now from the expenditure of KI.

Masao before aid arrived was trying to backpaddle and get any amount of distance but each time he paused to shoot the goons were to close and with in swiping range. "Damn it." he thought. "I hate close range." Eventually getting grabbed by the remaining goon, and lifted off the ground but his shirt, the man let out a chuckle as was reading to smash Masao against the wall he'd backed against when a glass jar of paint exploded on the back of the man between neck and shoulder, some of the paint splattering on and around Masao but when the man turned his head to see who threw it Masao pressed the nose of his handgun against the underside of the man's jaw, and felt him tense up. "Okay big guy sit me down nice and slow." Masao said keeping the gun in place even as he was lowered to the floor. "Now on your knees." the man did as ordered not wanting his skull redecorated.

After a moment of catching her breath being freed from the spell, feeling true deep primal fear was rare for her and spell or not shook her slightly but she pushed that aside and b-lined it for Elizabeth's office. Arriving to see things were handled.

Elizabeth nodded at Sung, opened her door to see Maseo get one of the men on the floor but the other kept going directly at Maseo, Elizabeth moved quickly striking the man in the leg with the magically infused poker, bringing the second man down. That ended the fight. Elizabeth said, "Keep an eye on these two. I'm going to...."

Elizabeth looked up to her father in the front hall. Apparently, he had just arrived. Her father asked, "Is everyone alright?"

"I was just going to check on that." Elizabeth stated. "Sung has Pascal, the Empirical mage, in my office."

"Well, I think I will see to that." The Duke stated. "As a notice there is an audience out front."

Elizabeth sighed, she would deal with that in a moment. "Is everyone alright?" She asked to anyone who could hear her, which should be any team member except Lorem.

The Duke, announced his presence before stepping into the office, just in case Sung was still in combat mode. Once inside the room. He closed the door and said, "Mr. Sung, you have quite the guest there.”