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some of those kidnappers are heading towards the harbour
get over there

I'm already here. And where are you?

( the answer to that question becomes apparent barely a second after Red Wine sends that text. Steak isn't subtle at the best of times, but loaded up on unused magic and dashing down the winding streets of the city?

well, let's just say that he's putting on a small fireworks show for anyone who happens to be in the vicinity, magic sparking off his steps with the snap of a firecracker, darting out like missiles seeking the target of the cultists just ahead of him. )

[The people on the docks scatter in an effort to keep away from the sudden combat in their midst, with no small amount of noisy splashes as bodies hit the water. Red Wine moves quickly, turning his heel against the gritty ground of the harbour-side and pushing his weight forwards--

And vanishing.

A surge of white-red mist plumes swiftly across the space between he and Steak and the ring of steel announces his reappearance, sword in hand as he hits the ground running.]

You don't look well. [He comments immediately. Physically, Steak looks just fine of course, but he's been here for long enough to note that the appearance of his companion's magic isn't normal.]

We'll discuss it when we've dealt with these degenerates. Come on.

I'm fine— ( it's... not true, but not exactly a lie, either. Steak feels fine — between his bond with Marie and Howl's magic spell, a good amount of it has discharged, but having ignored his magic for so long, Steak isn't done yet.

at least those fireworks, unintentional as they are, do something to alleviate the build up for a few more moments. and it isn't as important as wrecking these bastards is, which is why Steak doesn't bother to say anything more, swords already out and slicing at the nearest cult member as soon as Red Wine jumps into the fray.

this should be no problem for them. this is small fry compared to Fallen Angels. )

Get back!

( excess magic and Steak's usual energy skill? well that's just explosive now, quite literally booming as his swords rend at the air. )

[He is not fine, but there's a time to argue and though many times are deemed appropriate for that between the two of them, now is not one of those times. They have something to deal with.

And these cultists fall apart with far more ease than any Fallen Angel would. It's almost too easy to take them down, especially with Red Wine feeling better than he has in at least a year and in full possession of all of his abiilities in this form.

The warning is taken quite literally, and Red Wine puts some considerable distance between himself and Steak with no desire to be caught up in whatever is going on with his magic.]

( he shouldn't enjoy this uncontrolled power, but it's kind of intoxicating. his attacks, which were already exceptionally powerful thank you, seem even stronger now. there's a sense of euphoria flooding his veins as the cultists go ricocheting away and bounce off a nearby building.

ouch.

but they're no match for the two of them, why would they be? they're not fast enough to compete with hundreds of years of skill, further bolstered by Aefenglom's provided power. Steak's magic may be raw, untamed, and only just returning to normal levels, but it's those very qualities which make it hit like a truck.

maybe this magical build up isn't such a bad thing after all, no matter what others might say. )

Tch...

[If Steak hits him with any of that, they're going to be having serious words later. Words. And probably fists.

Now is not the time for that, and nor is it the time for his concern that despite best efforts Steak is still overdoing it as far as his magic is concerned. They may need to have words about that too. He really has no desire to see his fellow knight explode.

Blood sprays as the tip of Red Wine's sword slashes across the neck of one of the cultists. He doesn't mean to do it and the smell of blood hits him like a whip-crack across the face.

Trying to catch one alive might be better, but maybe he doesn't want to.]

( he doesn't think it's a concern. Red Wine's always been more than capable of reading his movements and darting out of the way. Steak may never admit it aloud, but in speed, Red Wine will always have him beat. and so it's easy for Steak to continue letting loose as he pins a cultist to the wall with his body weight and a sword at their throat. )

Bastards— ( it would be easy to kill them, and maybe, given the injuries already inflicted, even kinder, but they aren't the kinds of monsters he exists to slay.

no, these are things for the natives here to deal with. )

Red Wine, capture them.

( he's just gotta tie this guy's hands together and he'll be there. )

[Capturing them doesn't seem like the better option, somehow. The smell of blood is powerful and as he watches the cultist bleed out in front of him (and quickly, given the major artery that he cut), he can't help but think that he'd like to see more of that.

He'd like to see a lot more of that.

But Steak's voice, as ever, yanks him sharply back from the brink of those kinds of impulses. He lets out a grunt of acknowedgement and the next one that he approaches seems inclined to go quietly - perhaps because Red Wine is covered in the blood of his compatriot.]

And do what with them?

[Just ignore the dead one. He'll kick him into the harbour in a minute.]

Take them to the coven. ( this is an Aefenglom problem, and therefore the coven's responsibility to deal with. their job is to save the people on the streets, not to dish out justice, after all.

just to make sure this guy doesn't try anything else, though, Steak bounces his head off the wall and sends him into unconsciousness. )

Tch.

[He doesn't make a comment as to Steak's choice of method in knocking the cultist out, as his next act is to thud the pommel of his sword against the head of the one he's dealing with, dropping him to the ground.

They're far easier to deal with when they're unconscious.]

The Coven are doing next to nothing in stepping in while this is going on.

Then we leave them on their doorstep. ( Steak shrugs. they shouldn't have to kill people because the Coven refuses to pull their finger out. ) We make sure they won't be ignored.

( what else can they do? it isn't their job to enforce the law, and Steak doesn't intend on taking it into his own hands because the Coven won't. )

Hmn. There's an idea I can get behind.

[Well, apart from the one he 'accidentally' slit the throat of. He looks down at that corpse, his expression set into something that is undeniably utter distaste.]

And that one?

[Look, he can carry his own mess and dump it somewhere else, but he'd prefer to get away from the smell of blood if he's completely honest.]

( ugh. that's not exactly something he wants to deal with either. but it has to be done, so... )

I'll bury it.

( even on Tierra, Red Wine would hate that job, but here his fears have taken shape, and even Steak knows better than to push. )

Can you handle them alone?

[Red Wine blinks, surprise showing clearly on his face for a moment.]

I-- yes. I'm sure.

[He keeps a firm hand knotted into the back of the collar of the one he tied up and marches them forwards to bring the other to heel as well.]

I can handle them. ... Thank you.

( is it really that surprising, Steak wonders, as he hauls the corpse onto his shoulder. he'll need a shovel, but if it comes down to it, there's always the option of blasting open the earth with magic. it sure seems willing to explode out of him recently. )

Get going!

( hmph. he doesn't need to be thanked. he's never needed to be thanked. this just needs to be done. )

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