Methusaleh chanted and pointed at the valkyrie with his staff. A sickly green cloudy ball shot from the tip and struck the valkyrie in the chest.

"Now we run like hell." Meth said and took off like a shot.

The old wizard's spell was followed immediately by an exceedingly powerful wave of black energy from Darilk. So powerful, infact, that he fell to one knee and was forced to plunge his sword into the ground to hold himself up after having released so much of his energy at once. Darilk watched triumphantly, however, as the blade of dark energy collided with the valkyrie, blowing apart most of the bridge segment which she stood upon.

(OOC: I see a DBZ-esque moment. Smoke clears, and there stands Saras... annoyed but unscathed. Maybe her clothes messed a little. Also, to give note of the amount of energy he expounded... he used just about all of his spirit at once.)

When the smoke cleared, the Valkyrie was kneeling down on one knee. A faint trail of blood trickled out of her mouth. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, looking fairly amused. She glanced down at the body of her father, trembling on the ground. He was still alive, but his wound was fatal, and Sara knew it, "It seems I overestimated you people." She said, glancing at them, she seemed to nod as she saw Fenris, "Ah. So these are the people you've been searching for, aren't they, Fenris?" She chuckled, "I may have failed at stoping you before you found them, but now, their journey ends. They will never stop Freya now!" She cried, summoning another ball of energy, it was slowly growing in her hands.

"Run!" Lidia cried.

"No!" Iris yelled at her, "The only place to run is into Fayon! And if we go where the innocent civilians are, she'll kill them too!"

"Then what are we gonna do?!"

(OOC:What to do... what to do.... You guys get to decide! ^^ Choose wisely...)

Darilk slowly rose to his feet and leveled his blade at her, although he barely had the strength to do so. His cold voice was clear and emotionless as he spoke. "You're injured, valkyrie... and I can see your fear. You're afraid to face us on equal terms. Come and fight me like a warrior... if you believe you can win."

(OOC: Yes, he is trying to play on her pride to lure her into a sword fight instead of tossing the ball of energy)

Kal ran forward, near Darilk. "Don't be stupid.

"EVERYONE DOWN!" He slammed down on one knee, both palms slapping the ground, and poured his energy into the ground. A solid steel wall slid up. Then another, and another, and another. A line of steel walls slid up out of the ground, each one shining brightly. Each one able to cover the group, and each one likely able to weather a lot of force.

Kal couldn't decide whether he wanted to throw up, or die while holding this up.

OOC: So....after this, if it even works (Be merciful CJ) Kal is toast, completely out, and done. Like, still alive, but he'll be sleeping for a few days.

With the steel walls in the group's way, they couldn't see anything except a flash of almost-blinding light. They could only hide behind their walls as they heard destruction all around them. Each of them remained protected, but the same couldn't be said for Fayon. Seeing that the heroes had protected themselves with their boxes, Sara had redirected the blunt of her blow into the part of the city right behind them, levelling many buildings.

"Ugh. My concentration is off... damn it all...." She growled, then spoke outloud to the others, "I have my revenge on that man." She said, indicating Lord Irine, "I will leave you... for now." She scoffed, "We will see how well you 'heroes' fare when there will be no walls to hide behind..."

And with that Sara disappeared, leaving a smoldering section of Fayon behind, and the survivors to cope with what happened.

(OOC: Well, The damage to Fayon could have been less, but it could have been a lot more too so... ^^ Heh. I had a WHOLE other post for what would happen here, but I changed it at the last second.)

All around them, the steel wall crumbled, and broke off into dust, sand, gravel, and dirt. Kal himself slumped over, landing face first, completely unconscious.

Where the wall had stood collapsed. When Kal had made it, he'd used a lot of mass that was really deep, so the ground had nothing left, except to be filled up with the dust and dirt. The part that had been above them tumbled down.

"Holy jumping shit." Vult looked around at the devastation, from the ruined bridge to the annihilated buildings. Could be worse...

"Is everyone still breathing? " He looked around and saw Iris, and then her father. Lying on the ground. Bleeding. Profusely.

"Someone better help him!"

Darilk sheathed his sword and picked up the unconcious alchemist. Normally he could have done so with one hand, but he was still weak from his expenditure of energy, and so was forced to lift him with both arms and put Kal over his shoulder, shrugging off the dirt that fell from the wall over him.

He then turned around and looked at the city cooly, noting the destruction carefully, and walking into the city. "I need rest," he stated simply as he walked past the others, intent on finding a bed.

Now that the battle was over, he felt all injury flying to the surface. Though groaning as he stood up slowly, he took a look around. "Take a look at this," he sighed. "This could have turned out a lot better."

Then Truce promptly fell flat on his back. Meh...I don't remember ever feeling this bad since that OTHER crazy girl attacked me.