Dezil had gotten the order, and ordered his squad to open fire on the new Airship that had appeared with everything they had. Soon the Magitek Armor was aimed at the sky, and Tek Missiles and Lasers were blasting away at the airship. Lasers struck, piercing deep if narrow holes into the ship, and missiles truck, blasting holes in the side and bottom, but it was a large ship, and even with all the firepower aimed at it it wouldn't drop unless someone got a solid hit on the engine room which was at the top of the airship, the best to defend it from attacks from the ground.

OOC: Well, you see, he's going to punch it really hard many times in one spot...

Deamon got through the door, and closed it behind him. He thightened his grip on Luce. "Which way is the engine room?"

Luce waved his hand, and all the signs on the doors said Engine Room.

"We keep backups."

Carolina had just about started to get up and tear into Arc when all of a sudden one of the messengers bursted through the front of the tent.

"All white mages are ordered to stop healing the wounded and focus on protecting the main lines!"

As quickly as he had came, he was gone, running off to the other tents to spread the order.

Carolina returned her attention to Arc, glaring at him. "We'll talk some other time, I've got more important things to do right now than mess around with some petty little thief." She stood and made her way out of the tent with the other mages, spreading out a bit amongst the soldiers, black mages, and Magitek's as they focused the attack now on the airship above them.

OOC: LWM, you need to pick. Are you N', or are you Rad? Kyro is N', and the N' mages are making a shield. Dante is Rad, and you were healing him...

Deamon punched Luce in the head. "Just take me to the engine room. This airship is going down no matter what, but I want to be the one to do it. So just take me to the engine, or I'll throw you off this thing."

[OOC]

Wasn't this already discussed? I've SAID I'm on N --;;;; Mrrrr... talk to Dante for that loophole, which I think he had already fixed.

"Fine." Luce said simply. He pointed, then shuffled along with his capturer, and watched as he broke down the door. The engines stood before them, and Deamon punched, his fist sailing through thin air.

"Oops, hmm...ya know, I think we must have moved them, probably somewhere well guarded or something."

OOC: I can't think of good reactions that don't involve your guy dieing...

"You know, I saw a real (As in you didn't illusion it) window down the hall, do you want to go out of it?"

"I don't fear death. Plus, we seem to be descending, so I'm sure I'd most likely survive the fall and get healed up right quick by a passing white mage. But, if you truly want to destroy the engines, then we should just go down the hall, then up the stairs, then we get to the engine room where no less then five armed guards are no doubt watching over the room. Mages honor."

"So you will survive the fall? Ok then." Deamon dragged Luce over to the window. With his free hand, Deamon punched out the window, along with the surrondings of the window. "Down you go." Deamon said to Luce before pushing him out the window. Before he got sucked into the hole, Deamon grabbed the edges of the wall and held himself in the airship.