[OOC:] BWAHAHAHAHA!!! I makes FZ moves his posts! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! [/OOC]

Blyr cocked an eyebrow. "At least he didn't blow a hole in your head with a tek rifle. I'm sure nothing short of Curaga or Life could save you from that."

He turned his magitek towards the passage. "C'mon! I bet everyone else is long gone by now. We'd best hurry!"

"Give me a moment. I was just splattered over a bloody stone wall by a MAGITEK."

"Hmm, yes I think you did mention something like that before. Well, it was an accident, and I did heal you back to full health. Man, I can't belive the Healing Force worked, it was a purely theoretical device, and you know, the button for Healing Force looks similar to the button for Fire Beam, they really need to fix that, or who knows what could have happened. Well, anyway it all turned out okay, now let's hurry, I'm sure Deamon's army won't wait for us." Dezil then turned his Magitek and began to head back in the direction of the other Magiteks, towards Ciaran's Castle.

Meanwhile, in the throne room, most of the civilians were already into the secret passage and had stopped filing into the throne room, as the last of them entered the caverns. Ciaran hoped the Ren was keeping them moving quickly below ground when the first of the bandits in magitek lumbered in, with the rest following shortly.

The ruler of the doomed city nodded toward them as they entered. "Activate your anti-magic auras and disperse yourself amongst the populace so that they overlap, covering as many people as possible, starting at the back and moving forward. ...And make sure they move quickly. Anyone with a cart pick up the sick, young, and elderly and put them in it. ...Go now!"

With the urgency in Ciaran's voice the bandits barrelled past him, crashing into the large cave... the entry way to which took up nearly the entire backside of the throne room... large enough for four magitek to walk in side by side. Within a few minutes, a green glow began to eminate from the dark cavern. They had activated the A/M field. Now where is Dezil...

(OOC: I didn't really have much a plan for them... past the basic that I laid down. Also, Dezil... I assume when you set up the deathfield you left the doors open so that the trap wasn't really set yet, as that the main doors, the way I envision the throne room, should be the only way in and out.)

OOC: Should I just start the demons attack?

OOC: I would think the demons would be at the outer walls at least by now.

Dezil lumbered by in his Magitek and said, "Alright Ciaran, the Magitek are moving out and protecting the civilians, the Death Field is physically ready, and the demons will be here any time now. Any last minute problems crop up, cause I plan on staying here for a bit to double check the Death Field, then I'll join the others in the excape tunnels."

Arc whistled, and brought his hands into a t shape.

"Woah woah woah. Time out! Death Field!?"

OOC: Damn Hockey practice gettin in my postin ways.

BIC: Cassie had hopped into a Magitek suit and was lumbering around. She had always been more or less adept with technology and she adapted well. She walked up to Dezil as smoothly as she could. "I'd like to help, what would you like me to do?"

Ciaran addressed Dezil calmly. "Be fast... I'm leaving last so that I can seal this up, and hopefully the demons won't find out how we got out... in case they manage to nullify the field... time is of the essence. Judging by their distance from the city earlier, they're probably nearly at the outer walls if not there now."

He then turned his eyes to the thief, Arc and his rather large wings, but, although he wondered about them, Ciaran realized that now was not the time to bother with it. "Yes. A death field... anything and everything within it is reduced to skeletal remains... I'm certain you saw the death in the noble's area of the city... trees... animals... it was caused by sabotage to a model just like that." Ciaran pointed nonchalantly at the deathfield generator before continuing, "I've had Dezil recreate that sabotage... the antimagic fields of the magitek in the tunnels will protect us from it... I suggest you get into the tunnels as soon as possible... if you like this plane of existence, that is."

With that Ciaran reached down and patted the head of his slave girl and summarily ignored the thief, addressing Dezil again without bothering to look towards him. "Hurry."

"Right. So your entire plan is to unleash a field of death on enemies that aren't even alive. You're a bloody genius."

Arc stretched his wings out, and grabbed one of the feathers that was falling. He'd started noticing he was losing feathers. Slowly, but still.

"And don't mind the fact I'm shedding. Or something."