Janus flying overhead, races away from the rest of the team to grab Cicero and attempt to stop his attacks on his own team. Kalie look over the team, defaulting to the leadership position. All around the field of battle the fight rages, inhuman things that have crawled out of the ground engaging with Gangrel and other teams, Art Morgan and the Archons standing toe to toe with a nine foot monstrosity. As she examines the field she hears the screams of Maddie across the network then she also hears something else, a deep rumbling laughter. Something tries to grab control of her mind, it is powerful, overwhelmingly so. She can feel it gaining ground as she struggles, turning towards her team, she squeezes out a single word . . . “RUN!” she screams pointing away from the battle and herself. Once more Maddalena feels a leader ripped out of her telepathic network, pain shooting through her mind.

Mini-Ogre and James McCagin look at each other, their eyes growing wide, without a word they turn and begin to run in separate directions. Kalie struggles and then takes off after McCagin. He makes it mere steps before Kalie grabs him by the back of the shirt. She begins to pummel him, he fights back, hitting her with all he has, but it doesn’t seem to slow her down. Her fists alight in flames as she continues beating him, he can feel the darkness closing in on him and sends out one last glimmer of hope for salvation.

Salvation arrives in the form of a fiery red head, with a half her body and face painted blue, she’s wearing a kilt with no shirt, her feet bare, fangs extended and screaming in some foreign language “Fág an bealach!” Emma slams into her friend, knocking her off of McCagin and rolling across the ground, sliding into one of the open fissures. One of the ‘things’ crawling out of it latches onto her foot, pulling her down as it makes its way up, Kalie rolls around slamming a fist into Emma’s face with deadly force. Emma hisses, then moves so fast that onlookers can not see but the results appear in devastating clarity. The irish woman is wielding a bright sword having taken the arm off the thing that has grabbed onto her; now standing on her feet with its point held to Kalie’s throat.

“Yield!” she commands her clanmate “Come to your senses!”

One of the creatures grabs onto Mini-Ogre as he tries to get away, knocking him to the ground. He rolls with it, rising up and turning, he goes toe to toe with the creature, holding his own. McCagin looks over, seeing his team mate in trouble starts running over to team up with Mini-Ogre. The two of them together start to overcome their foe, but around them the battle is still in chaos.