Log:The Horseman Cometh

2013/06/03 	 Star Girl Regan Himinglaeva Sally Anna 1

This is the Transportation Nexus, the center for travel to and from Colonial Bay, excepting only that by water and TransMat. A series of low buildings surround a huge circular pedestrian mall. Numerous lighted pathways and motorized conveyor-ways, with clearly labeled signs, guide travelers through park-like surroundings towards their various destinations at the perimeter, or to the center, where they can catch the MagLev to all parts of the city itself. The pedestrian mall is covered by an open-air dome, a stylized spider's web of plasteel and granite. The long graceful curves of each segment look like the flying buttresses of a cathedral, all meeting at the central pillar, where the main control tower rises above the dome to oversee air traffic. The entire facility is kept meticulously clean, and security, though unobtrusive, is high.

High-speed trains are to the northwest, with routes to destinations all up and down the eastern seaboard, as well as to inland destinations. The southeastern curve is dedicated to ground transportation and access to the city. Cabs, rental cars, short and long-term parking, buses, shuttle service, and concessions can all be found here. East, towards the ocean, are all forms of air transport. Everything from commuter flights with service to thousands of smaller airfields all over this part of the country, to the mainstay of current air-travel, the wide-bodied scram-jets that look like giant manta rays. Older aircraft service the intra-continental routes. A single runway is dedicated to the SST routes to Chicago, Los Angeles, London, Berlin, Mexico City, or Atlanta, where you can catch one of the elite sub-orbital ram-jets travelling from there to Tokyo or Sydney in just two hours - though the advent of the TransMat has already caused a decline in popularity of these services.

For those who monitor the police bands and other emergency service communications there's something /strange/ going on at the transport center into Colonial Bay. At first it was little things like people breaking out into fist fights and other altercations. Then the reports come in fast and furious, someone driving a forklift /at/ people trying to run them over, another person dousing people with fuel and trying to light them on fire. It's like waves of chaos are emanating out of the transport nexus... and they're spreading... fast. Even the first responders are getting more and more angry, rage filled, belligerent... and it's only getting worse as the absolute worst aggressions people harbor seem to be going out of control... Unfortunately it's not contained either as everywhere within a nearly 3 mile radius of the transport nexus is starting to have those very same reports! (re for Porter)

sally, being not far from the fringes of the chaos, gazes upon all of the anger and agression, tilting her head. She turns invisible and intangible as she ventures into the radius, searching for anything magical or anything that might be causing it.

Star Girl broadcasts on the Starguard radio band and on the police/emergency channels: "This is Star Girl. I'm going to attempt to enter the Transportation Nexus to see if I can find the reason why everything is freaking out down there. I'm hoping that my suit will protect me from what's going on. If not... well... Just wish me luck." And with that, she signs off. She sighs, nervously, and begins to head into the zone. She activates her stealth mode, just to be sure.

Well, it's not as if Himinglaeva has a radio. But what she -does- have.... is eyes. She is near the water and just kind of peoplewatching for now. Of course, she is also enjoying the outfit she selected after seeing Rae in that bikini... of course, a skimpy golden chainmail bikini is likely not what anyone (who doesn't know her) would expect her to be wearing.

When she notices chaos spreading, she narrows her eyes, "Loki, what are you up to?" she asks as she simply lifts off the ground and starts floating that way... at a decent clip... somewhere in the neighborhood of 40ish mph... but she doesn't do the level, straight flight so much as look almost like she is moving through water, even though she is moving through the air.

Porter often listens in to local emergency chatter. Usually, it's to see if anything pops up after he passes through somewhere that he needs to return to make ammends or help. For the record, Porter wasn't anywhere near the Transpost Center, until AFTER the radio call. Used to dealing with chaos, and always eager to try and help, all he has to do is hit a few buttons on his belt. The handy one that was delivered to his apartment by mistake. A few buttons, and he disappears from there and reappears here.

The call catches Regan in the midst of relatively mundane administrative duty at the gym. It takes a little while for the magnitude of the problem to become apparent but once the disturbances have spread to the first responders she is on her way. Without time to change she runs in her civilian clothig, the very process of running, leaping, and occasionally soaring tattering her and ruffling her clothes. It will take a while for her to get there even at a speed of nearly a hundred kilometers an hour in a flat sprint.

As Sally, Star Girl, and Himinglaeva begin to enter the affected area they begin to feel bubbles of... aggression, rage, anger, building up within them. It's almost unnoticable at first, but the further they go the more it starts to build as they get closer to the Transport Nexus, the feelings grow ever stronger...

It's Porters arrival in the transport nexus proper that causes everything to shift. There standing amidst chaos of people trying to /kill/ each other is a man wearing a red cloak, his face completely concealed in darkness except for eyes like burning red suns glowing in that pitch black. His body is covered in crimson armor that looks like something Roman's might have worn though he doesn't carry a shield. He is tall, about seven feet, extremely fit, and he carries a sword made of crimson steel that drips blood from it's edge. He surveys the carnage standing relaxed and casual until he notices Porter...

"You came alone. Foolish." That voice, it is terrible, like a thousand screams howling in harmony to make each syllable.

As Sally enters the field, she stops as soon as she notices the magical field. Decloaking and becoming very much solid, she looks up at the sky, and around her, black spots of energy appear, until a sphere of black appears around her, and seems to consume her as it disappears. And from high above, the black spots reappear, and disappear to reveal her.

From there, and now flying, she targets the center of this sphere, gulps, and repeats her stunt-heading straight for the transport nexus.

Porter is here to save the day? Or try to make it a little less chaotic? Ok, he's here to help. Honest. He reintegrates and looks around at the chaos. "Damn..." And he thought he was good at causing trouble. Then he notices the very obvious darkface in red... who also notices him. Porter clears his throat and attempts a bold smirk against the grating voice. "Yeah. Wouldn't be the first time somebody's accused me of that."

Star Girl pauses, as she feels the unnatural emotion seeping into her thoughts. o O ( Guess the suit's not going to be able to protect me. ) She looks back in the direction where she came. "Maybe I can turn back, before someone has to come to rescue me..." She considers it for a moment. "No. Maybe there's a chance I can stop it before it engulfs the entire city. Plus there's no guarantee I can make it back out before it gets me." She turns back towards the Transpo Nexus. o O ( It's ok Kristen -- you can do this. ) She pushes ahead towards the center of the madness.

Regan continues into the field, moving in a series of swift sprints and graceful leaps. Her lips compress slightly as she enters the field her expression darkening. Without slowing pace she activates her safeguard communicator pin whoch she hopes is still integrated into the emergency response network. "This is Obsidian Butterfly, am en route to Transport Nexus, am experience intense negative emotions as I progress deeper into affected area, recommend that second responders halt outside of affected area and employ non-lethal crowd control. I am uncertain if the cause is biochemical, psionic, or some other source."

The armored figure holding the sword might be amused, he might not, his expression is completely hidden by the darkness of his hooded cloak. "I assume there are more of you coming... I can feel them, little balls of rising anger on their way to me." He shrugs, "I wonder what they will feel when they get here. Will they attack me, or will they attack you... perhaps these people..." He gestures with the long bladed sword (It's really a greatsword he just swings it one handed) in a sweeping movement to indicate the fighting people who seem to be doing their level best to kill each other by this point.

As Himinglaeva, Regan, and Star Girl approach the Nexus they see humanity at one of it's worst. Pure unadulterated aggression and violence. Fights for the most part, fortunately not a lot of really traumatic things as most people seem to want to use their bare hands on others. Of course some people do seem to be somewhat more resistant and those mostly just try to run, or hide, or protect someone else, which usually ends badly for them as the person they're protecting often clobbers them from behind.

"I'm used to getting blamed," Porter shrugs, "but no one's killed me yet. And anyone who's coming is going to be smart enough to go after the source." Not that he knows who may be coming, if anyone. "So, why don't you just do everyone a favor and keep your little balls of anger to yourself, take your butter knife, and go home before something bad happens." Hopefully TO him, if needed, but it really is better for everyone if Porter can just get the guy to leave. Unlikely, but Porter's all about unlikely.

Rage, agression.. these are things known to those of Asgard. Berserkers... or Bear-sarkers... those who wear the bear shirt, are common in Norse folklore. But that does not make it easier to watch them butchering one another. . . at least not in a manner which is so unheroic. Himinglaeva simply drops from the sky, into the midst of the civilians, and announces, "You shall cease!" as she prepares to use large amounts of water to force it if need be.

As Sally reappears, she looks to the armor figure. Seeing him as the source, she wastes no time conjuring up a fireball, and /throwing/ it at him.

The armored man steps to put Porter between himself and the fireball, using the other man as a shield to block most of the damage. Even still the fireball explodes and... there is screaming, charred bodies, people who were already fighting flung away as they are caught in the blast. The cloaked man is also struck and blasted away, he flips through the air, and lands on his feet. The smell of burning and burnt human fills the air as the fireball leaves ruin in it's wake...

The cloaked man chuckles at Porter, "There you see... who do they truly attack now?" And the bloodlust grows... for those who can feel it.

Porter presses his luck often. Sometimes it works out, and sometimes he catches fireballs. INterestingly enough, the first thought that flashes through Porter's mind as the blast tosses him through the air is "Lia?" At least he won't need a new couch this time.

Sally seems...shocked and horrified at what she just did. It would seem that she need not the man's anger magic to become enraged, as her expression changes. She has a murderously serious look on her face now as she stares at the man.

Star Girl is almost stunned at the level of mayhem as she arrives on the scene. She perches on top of an abandoned baggage cart. She's invisible right now, and she takes a moment to try and assess the situation, resisting the urge to leap to the attack -- for now.

Regan's tone is tight as she activates her communications pin. "There's been an explosion in the terminal. If you haven't already done so you should re-route incoming traffic, clear the air over this portion of the city." She is still talking as she races up the stairs and into the facility itself. Her expression darkens as she assess the situation and closes in on where the armoured person stands. She looks around as she comes within range, assessing whether or not he might be some sort of bait in a trip but finally seems convince that the armoured figure is the main threat. She addresses the man. "You have my attention. Is this truly the scope of your ambition or is there something sane we can negotiate toward?"

The man removes his hood showing a face that is grim, stoic, and yet a visage of greek perfection. His hair is blond and he wears a metal headband with a sword, the same sword he is wielding, as an emblem in the middle of his forehead. "I am War. Horseman of the Apocalypse." He looks towards Himinglaeva, "Asgardian. This does not have to be your end. It is not time for Ragnarok yet." He then looks towards the others and there is another surge of... well, bloodlust. "Humanity is done. Their time at an end. Do not share their fate Asgardian." And he looks towards Regan. "One cannot negotiate with the inevitable. Fight if you wish, you will lose."

Regan's shoulders lift slightly. "So I can fight and lose or simply let you win." Her brows lift a little. "They're both really tempting options..." With that she springs forward trying to get within range, her hands curling into losse fists.

War smiles, "Good. At least there will be /some/ enjoyment before the end." And he whips his sword up, smacking Regan's attack to the side with the flat of his blade so that her blow whistles past his head instead of hitting him. "Very good. You have some skill. Perhaps this will be entertaining after all..."

Sally becomes a blob of green energy, stretches over to the man, and reforms as proper, "If destruction is what you seek, then destruction is what I will give /you/." And with that, a green bolt of magic shoots from Sally's hand, directed towards the man.

Regan lands just outside of contact range to adjust her angle of attack slightly, her right fist swinging in a cything arc toward the villain's midsection only to be intercepted by the flat of his blade. She recovers her balance quickly however, lifting her hands into a loose guard.

Sally's blast shoots past the man and through a nearby wall, and she scratches her head, "Though, I didn't mean destroying walls and buildings..."

"And the fact that without the mortals, the gods may as well not be?" asks Himinglaeva. "If I -am- to end, then it will be with my hands about your throat, and your blood on the ground." she states to this.. war dude. You see, she was focused on the people, but... now she has a new focus and her eyes narrow as she simply flows forward. "The sea, is inexorable, and you.. are reaching beyond your means. Now, if you be a warrior, fight me. But a warrior does not force madness upon others simply for his own amusement. A small, petty man does such things.... is that how you would care to be remembered?"

War stands at the ready still, twisting to avoid Sally's blast though it really didn't take much to make her bolt smash the wall instead of him. "This is not choice. This is my purpose. I am War. Horseman of Apocalypse. All who stand before me will fall." He still stands at the ready, like he is waiting for something.

Star Girl tries to use her stealth field to circle around behind War. If within range, she tries to grab him as her form shimmers into view.

Star Girl sighs, as War easily evades her attempt at a judo toss. She calls out to the other heroes. "Anybody heard about these Horsemen guys, or War before?"

Porter chases away the imaginary flying pixies circling his head and glares at war. All haughty in his shiny armor. Now, what are the odds that he missed a buckle? Or that the blasts and grabs knocked something loose?

Whatever it was Porter was hoping to happen, doesn't happen. Even as War shrugs off Star Girls attempt to grab hold of him, the hoseman's armor remains... right where it belongs. War's Fate is apparently, rather tightly bound!

Even through all of that, the bloodlust continues to build! War steps to the side, twisting to face Star Girl he swings out with a rather casual strike, heel of his palm first right towards the point of the 'X' if you drew a line between Star Girl's eyelets, and her ears....

The moment War turns to attack Star, Himinglaeva gathers herself and water hoses from her hands as they extend forward. Not a word is spoken, no boasts... merely a snarl on her face as she attempts to... shall we say, -forcibly- relocate the enemy?

Unfortunately, she misses.

BOOM War's straight arm palm strike tags Star Girl and sends her /flying/ across the lobby of the nexus away from War at speed... that might have stung a little.

Star Girl tries to shift out of the way of War's blow. She flies backwards across the pavement, skipping like a stone across water. To her credit, she doesn't make a sound, but it's probably because she was rendered instantly senseless by the savage force of the blow. She flops over onto her back, head lolling around on the ground. She's alive, but knocked silly.

Regan blinks at the ease with which her opponent dispatches Star Girl and pauses for a heartbeat before swinging again, her left fist swinging toward War's head in what looks like a regular punch. An instant before impact however her fingers flick out to graze across his eye sockets.

War twists fluidly, every movement graceful and efficient as he brings the flat of his blade up to smack Regan's strike away from him. He could easily have used the edge, but he doesn't. That voice like a thousand screams whispers out of his mouth as he smiles pleasantly, "I will save you for last, after the world falls to my brothers and I, only then will I end you, until then you will belong to me little warrior."

Sally hesitates, as everyone seems to either be blocked or dodged. It's like he's completely un-hittable. She looks...conflicted. And then she makes her choice with an angry and horrific expression, and from her hands, explodes her massive fireball, with her standing right next to him.

As Sally winds up to unleash a fireball Regan's eyes go wide and she leaps. In the blink of an eye she is suddenly arcing gracefully to a point some twenty feet away. The blossom of orange gold flame explodes around her, singing her already abused clothes and tumbling her another fifteen feet, wher she lands in an untidy jumble of limbs.

Sally goes /flying/ back after her explosion burns her, smashing into a pylon and looking /completely/ out of it. Though her body looks unharmed.

The Fireball... Explodes. There are more screams, more deaths. The destruction is immense as people are cooked and burned alive by that great blast of flame. War goes flying backwards out of the fireball, hitting the ground and rolling, ending up on his back but still he lifts his head up, not even /stunned/ by the blast and he laughs, a thousand souls screaming their laughter, joining him in his amusement.

Star Girl slowly comes to her senses, and she rouses to the sounds of more screaming, more violence. o O ( C'mon, think! How do we beat this guy? )

Porter is tossed about some again. This guy is good.. at being bad. Tormenting people, and even metas are sent flying. One small one that Porter sees, in particular. Fine. Say War's right, and it is the end of the world? Let's drag the SOB down screaming with it. All those explosions and rioting could easily have damaged supports or roof sections of the very large building.

The roof crumbles and breaks, sending a cascade of plasteel and other building materials onto War with a rumble and boom. A dust cloud kicks up from where War lays, well, covered in rubble, and unseen for the time being. That was a lot of rubble. If it had any effect, it's impossible to say.

Narrowing her eyes as Sally fireballs... again, Himinglaeva simply rights herself... and she's steamed. See? There's steam issuing from her flesh as she simply... rises and drifts over to Sally, "Restrain the coward..." she says to Regan... quite forceful and angry as she speaks. She gestures to Sally and says, "I will move this one to where she can do no more immediate harm." And then water gushes from her hand to envelope Sally... which then Himinglaeva uses to hurl Sally as far from this location as she can... aiming generally for the front doors.

Regan pulls her knees into her chest and rolls onto her shoulder, plant her hands either side of her neck and smoothly twisting into a hand stand while simultaneously folding at the waist to place her feet on the floor. Straightening she spies the rubble under which War is buried and starts running toward it at ful speed.

The rubble shifts and then bursts apart as War is on his feet... well, not really. He's not standing so much as riding as a stallion with burning eyes and flaming hooves, blood flecking from it's black coat like sweat and a bloody froth from it's mouth carries him from underneath the rubble. He rides not for Regan, but for Porter! The horse fades as War hits the ground and lashes out with a boot at the man!

Even though the kick isn't the most powerful, compared to before, there is an answering PULSE of bloodlust from War, as the people who can be affected... are... and hatred grows stronger, even when they might be about to run, they instead fight, even if they are dying from fireballs...

Sally stirs back to conciousiness, and, and looks dizzy, and grugly. She looks very, very conflicted. She looks at her hands, and shakes her head. A horrific expression is upon her face.

Regan's head swivels as the horseman charges at Porter, her brow furrowing. She waits fora heartbeat or two to work out whether he's moving again and starts forward. "Can you blind him?" She picks up speed as she bears down on her target

Himinglaeva starts swatting mortals with water, pinning them down while muttering something about insects and should know when to run.

"No. But maybe I can blindside him again. Tell me what to do," Star says. She activates her stealth field again, vanishing from sight. She'll try to angle around War to get to the side opposite Regan.

Sally mutters, "And it all will fade to black..." And with that she holds her hands up, and charges up her green blast, before firing it straight /into/ herself. She thinks oO (I cause nothing but destruction, so I will destroy /myself/ before I've lost complete control).

War apparently doesn't find Regan to be a threat, and apparently he can't see or sense Star Girl coming up behind him due to her invisibility spectrum. Even as Sally blasts herself War casually lashes out with another hard kick at Porter, this time, presumably, with more force since he can plant his feet!

Regan moves as soon as War commits himself, taking a half pace into range., pirhouetting on her right foot, skirt fluttering as her left leg scythes through the air, her heel aimed at the junction of War's neck and shoulder.

Porter is revelling in his good fortunate from the glancing boot to the head... but he revels too loud. The boot, and the rest of War (and the horse he rode by on), turn around to come back. "What the-" And there's a second boot to the head. This one is not so glancing, and leaves Porter's head back on the ground. The imaginary floating pixies return to flutter in a ring around his brow.

War gets caught by the kick and it's hard enough to make him grunt, well, a thousand souls grunt as they escape his lips before he goes flying away from Regan, Porter, and the invisibile Star Girl. He hits the ground and rolls to his feet, cloak fluttering about him as he shakes his head. "Well well... you do have some fight in you. Good, a more... satisfying experience breaking you then."

Star Girl appears again, this time standing upside down on the ceiling, above War, palm blasters trained directly on him. A ball of blue-white energy coalesces between her hands before she releases it, in the form of an energy blast -- a giant one -- by Star's standards at least.

And there is another pulse, as aggression builds for all but Regan and Porter, pushing Star Girl and Sally and Himinglaeva onto ever greater heights of bloodlust!

The crack of Regan's boot against War's head is quite loud and more than a little gratifying after the effort she went to to land a blow. "Star,... " Whatever else she was going to say is interrupted by the young heroine's spectacular effort. "Good work!"

ZAMMM Star Girl's blast catches War even as he is trying to avoid the worst of the damage by covering up and the blast sends him crashing into the ground, laying prone for a moment at least as he shakes his head, finally looking, well, groggy.

"Die,you $@#!^#2396 @&*" Star Girl snarls, not seeming to register Regan's praise.

Star Girl adds, "There's more where that came from!"

Regan starts after her opponent, boots crunching on rubble as she closes in. "Breaking me?" Her brows lift. "I don't think you understand your situation." At about four metres away from where War lays she jumps, her torso folding forward as she elegantly tumbles in a forward roll. She stays in pike position for a fraction of a second before unfurling, bringing her right leg down with the additional force of all her weight and every tiny piece of effort she can muster.

And a mighty kick it would have been too, but War catches Regan's foot and tosses the kick away before it could do any damage. "You think you have won this little mortal?" He smirks, "I do not think so. I. Am. War. This is my meat and drink. I am eternal. I am a harbinger of the apocalypse. Even if you some how beat me my brothers and sisters will destroy you."

Sally screams as she hurts herself. But now, in fact, she's speeding back into the building, in a blurp of green stretchy blobby stuff that is her teleporting. She makes sure to be flying at the time too, so she can hover /above/ the crowd. And she is /pissed/. Never before has she been quite this angry-even if she's just barely conscious. Sally barks in her rage, "Shut, the $*#, up."

And there is /another/ pulse of Bloodlust from War, the effect piling on stronger and stronger! It's a good thing most normal people can't react as quick or as often as meta's can, because this... is getting brutal...

Star Girl adjusts her stance on the ceiling, bracing herself just before throwing an even larger blast down at War.

Regan grimaces slightly as her kick is intercepted but smoothly disengages, springing back into a low crouch and rising. "War involves warriors, pitted against one another in combat, not wommen and children fighting like animals. I can see why you target the weak and the frail though, you lack the skill and the courage to test yourself."

As that blast is coming down, War shows the first signs this is really getting to him. Mercifully, the bloodlust doesn't increase as he brings his sword around and smashes Star Girl's mega blast away from himself to blast into the ground nearby with her trademarked *ZAMMM!*. "War is impartial. It simply is. Do not mistake me for a man. I am a force of nature come to cleanse this world of humanity."

Star Girl's frame dangles just little bit, as she stand from the ceiling, her limbs starting to show signs of fatigue. She's been throwing just about everything she has at the horseman.

Regan flinches slightly as the scorching bolt of energy crunches into the concrete beside her, showering dust and debris into the air. Before the dust can settle she springs forward again, swinging a scything knife hand toward her opponent's eye sockets.

War having already committed to defending against Star Girl Regan's attack lands, her fingers twisting viciously as they gouge into his eyes. Her lips compress in annoyance. "You can justify it all you want, you're not war, you're a perversion, an atrocity. And for all your bluster, for all your worthlessness, you can't even make me want you dead."

Digging her fingers into a man's eyes would normally be blinding and painful, War's eyes though... are like sticking fingers into fire, there's nothing really there, hollow sockets filled with energy. The fire is dimmed, only for half a second.

Sally looks at herself as she no longer feels the bloodlust, and as that magic fades. She now seems to be...much more calm. She shakes her head, and looks squarely at War. And just keeps staring...she seems to have returned to a calm, serious stance, perhaps even a bit puzzled. But she doesn't do anything for the moment.

Star Girl leaps down from the ceiling, straight for War.

Star Girl lands on top of War and wrestles with until she manages to pin both his arms to the ground.

Himinglaeva snaps out of the bloodlust as well, and she uses her water to start pinning down mortals, not viciously, but to stop them from killing each other! She's really good at it too, thankfully!

Star Girl huffs as she struggles with War. "Get him, Regan!"

Porter awakens to find War not only still upright, but still boasting. He's still hurting too many, and this has to stop. When Star Girl gets hold of him, Porter gets and idea. Whomever War's tailor might by, they overlooked Edna Mole's cardinal rule. With the hole in the ceiling, and blasts all about, his cape/cloak is flapping all about.

Unfortunately for Porter, the cape merely flaps. Worse, the breeze dislodges more of the ceiling, and chunks fall upon POrter's outstretched arms, pinning them to the ground.

Regan takes a step to the side to make sure she is thoroughly obscured from War's view by the plucky Star Girl. Then she steps forward to smoothly kick the floundering godling as hard as she possibly can in the crotch.

War takes the kick, and proves he's not a man! He doesn't even double up, or scream or anything else. He just grunts and hisses, it's probably only a matter of time before Star Girl loses her hold at this point...

Sally looks at War as Regan slams him, and decides that, Star can take it if all goes wrong. And thus, she fires off another one of her green blasts of magical power (tm).

War finally screams! Not in pain, but in pure abject /rage/. Between the combined blasts and all the abuse War crumples into ash. "You cannot stop the inevitable! My brothers are coming!" The thousands of voices scream and then Star Girl is left holding onto a cloak, and the sword of war is laying there...

With War's disappearance, all the regular people lose their rage and bloodlust... well the survivors do anyways. The place is a charnal house... hundreds hurt, many dead...

Star Girl gets up, shouting, "Yeah! Colonial Bay, mother-@&*!*+!! You better run!" After a few moments, Star Girl regains her composure, cheeks turning red. She glances over to Regan. "Uhm. Sorry."

Sally looks over the death and destruction that she, probably entirely, caused. "...I need to work on controlling my fireball's targets..." She mutters, flying over to the sword, "...This thing needs to be destroyed or contained...before it can cause any more chaos."

Regan turns immediately to tending to the fallen, searching through the casualties for those in most dire need of medical attention. Absently she hits her communicator pi. "Hostile down, situation dire request emergency assistance, ambulances, and medical crews." She tears at the hem of her skirt for a bandage to staunch areterial bleeding from a middle aged man in the ruins of a business suit. "Many people with third degree burns, advise local hospitals to ready plasma stocks..."

Star Girl says, "I'll call in Starguard to help contain it."

"Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!" Porter is probably thinking worse, but that what he says. When he sees Sally, he's relieved, then immediately worried. "Don't go NEAR that thing!" He stays where he is, since he's, well, stuck.

Sally aims at the sword, and tries blasting it to pieces.

The sword is blasted! But it reflects the energy effortlessly off to the side.

Star Girl calls up Starguard to let them know that the bad guy is down, and that rescue teams should be clear to enter. She also calls for a containment team for the sword.

Regan looks over her shoulder at Sally and frowns. "Stop futzing around." She nods toward Porter. "Get him out of that rubble and start making yourself useful."

Sally then turns to Porter, "I wasn't even thinking about that." Sally also looks to Star Girl, "I know someone who actually specializes in dealing with things like this sword." Sally then goes to do as Regan noted, and helps Porter out of the rubble.

Regan looks to Porter once he's free. "There have to be first aid kits around her somewhere, the travel shop will sell them and they'll have some in store. Start getting them."

Anyone with more might than Porter, which is pretty much anyone, can pull him out of it pretty easily. "Got it." He immediately joins Regan in intent and goes to grab all the first aid kits he can find. They'll worry about the bill later. He then tends to helping the wounded as much as he can. It isn't much, but there may be some that, after some examination, are much more dirty and bloody than really injured.

The lobby of the Nexus is just the worst hardest hit, everywhere in a 4 kilometer radius has been under the effects of the hoseman, people are bloody, bruised, injured, many seriously all over the place. Eventually crews do arrive, but, it's a /lot/ to deal with and will take some time... not something quickly forgotten.

Sally likewise goes about trying to help as best she can. She makes a note to invest in a healing spell.

Arriving a bit late to the party, Anna comes running in. Cursing, she says, "...Too late." then sighs, "Alright, I heard some kind of war creature was around here?.."

Sally also explains to Anna that the sword there is some /immensely/ powerful magical artifact, that is /glowing/ with the 'end of the world' magic that War used, and figured it's right up Anna's alley as far as dealing with it goes.

Regan looks up at the new arrival, her eyes flickering to the woman's weaponry with some misgivings. Rising from one patient to crosses to where another lies. "Help with the injured."