Breckenridge and Birmingham (Office Building)

Running upstairs after Magdalena, Corinth came to a halt and pulled his other gun, Loy, from its holster at the top of the stairs. With both guns now pointed at Ivy, or what was once Ivy, Corinth slowly moved closer to his fellow Templar. He looked the crazed woman over, trying to see if there was anything left of Ivy. He had only met her a couple of times and she seemed nice. Way to good for Jack Stone, but there was someone for everyone out there. She didn't deserve this.

"Ivy, I need to know you're still in there," shouted Corinth, his grip on his guns getting tighter.

Ivy looked over at hm and smiled a wicked smile of bloody sharp teeth. The smile caused her skin to tear at the edges. Upon closer inspection, there were a lot of rips across her skin, much like her clothes. Instead of there being bloody tissue or even muscle showing, there was only more skin. It was like she was shedding the skin of Ivy and there was another...or someone new, underneath.

"Ivy isn't here anymore," she replied in a deep sinister voice. With speed they had not seen yet, Ivy lunged at Magdalena, digging her claws into the shoulders of the Demolisher. Magdalena howled in pain and anger, pushing the woman off of her, sending her flying away, but managing to land on her feet.

Corinth succumbed to the fact that Ivy was gone and opened fire on her. He sent four bullets her way, two from each gun. All four hit their target causing Ivy to stagger and then focus her attention on him. Shaking his head side to side, he dared her to move at him.

But Ivy didn't get the chance. Magdalena lifted her hammer high in the air and brought it down like a meteor, creating a loud thunderous roar. The force of the blow blasted both Corinth and Ivy away from her, sending Ivy out a window and Corinth slamming into a wall., dropping his guns in the process.

"What the hell...," gasped Corinth as he tried filling his lungs back up with air. He looked around and saw that Magdalena was still standing with a defiant look on her face, but Ivy was gone. The floor was cracked in many places and wasn't going to be able to be held together much longer.

"Mags...we need to-." Before he could finish his sentence, the floor gave way, sending both Templars plummeting to the level below. The landing was hard and there was so much dust in the air that it was near impossible to see anything. Corinth coughed a few times and tried to sit up, but there was a large piece of debris laying across his abdomen and right arm.

As the dust began to clear, he felt immense pressure being applied to the debris on him. When he looked up, Ivy had one foot pressing down on him and a smile on her face. She pressed harder as she leaned down to get closer to him.

"So close," she purred. "You might of had me if you hadn't brought that titan of a woman with you. See you at the party tomorrow...maybe." She laughed as she walked away and out the front door.

Meanwhile, Magdalena erupted from underneath her own pile of debris. She looked around the room with anger in her eyes, but there was no one to focus on. "Give us a shout if yer still kickin', Whitethorn."

"Over here," growled Corinth as he tried pushing some of the weight off him. Magdalena approached him and assisted in freeing him from his partially buried confinement. He took her hand and she pulled him to his feet.

Looking around the room, he sighed. "Don't you think this is a bit excessive?"

She smiled wryly, "You do know wot the word demolish means, yeah?"

"What I do know," he said as he began looking for his guns; finding one and brushing some dust off of it, "is that I now know why they usually send your people far away from the mission area as a distraction."

Magdalena gave him a good hearty laugh. "True that."

He stretched his back before finding his second gun. "Come on, we need to get out of here and I need to lie down." Reaching into his pocket, he was relieved to find that he still had his pills. Twisting the lid off, he shook one into his mouth and swallowed it.

"I see you're still on them. Ever think maybe... not," she questioned as they exited the building and onto the street.

"Every day." He sighed as he looked both up and down the street. "She's going to get another victim tonight. All we can do is use their tragedies as stepping stones till the next encounter."

That's one way of lookin' at it. I just keep tellin' myself we can't save 'em all." lamented Magdalena. "How about that pint now, then?"

Corinth took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. "Yeah, why not."