Team Gamma

Turning to his team, Evan Storm considered his resources. The battle had not yet begun but that didn’t stop the natural leader in him from deciding now, instead of later, was best to take command of his group.

“Father?” He said to Viktor. “I do not know if that thing down there is infernal or not… but let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth. If your prayers could mean anything to our team’s success… I suggest you make your best attempt at reaching your God, yes?”

Viktor nods. “I shall begin now.” With that Viktor begins to intone in latin but Storm pays no attention having no use for the god of the Catholics. Turning then to his next resource he notes that the Tremere, Izabella seems to be speaking to the air… likely doing some sort of Tremere magic in their best interest. He nods, satisfied and turns then to the Nosferatu, Droz.

“I presume you are capable of making yourself unseen… are you able to do that for others?” Evan arches an eyebrow.

Droz smiles, his oversized fangs making his grin look particularly frightening. “Do I look like an extraction team member?” He says, speech slightly effected by the size of his fangs, “What I intend to do is make the most of my invisibility and strength. With that the nosferatu disappears from sight.

Just then, the ground shakes and the whole group quickly turn toward the battlefield. “God protect your servants!” Viktor cries out at the sight of the thing and it’s minions rising up out of the ground. Over the web the Ventrue team leader hears the command and begins to move and as they do, the Tremere Izabella calls out loudly, arms raised to the sky…

“Spirits of the Prairie, hear my call to aid in the protection of your home and sanctuary. My friends and I are here to help cleanse this area of a great evil.” Her voice carries a power and the wind, which pull the heat up from the ground and towards you, seems to swirl all around her making her hair fly wildly about her as if it were magical energy itself. “I request any help that you can give in this fight for your powers and abilities are vast. This great evil endangers more than just your home it endangers all the area around your home! Where will you go if it continues to live? AID ME AND IN TURN AID YOURSELF!”

As they reach the battlefield’s edge Droz, still invisible, feels as though he has the worst headache imaginable… as if someone were driving nails into his skull at various points. Blood trickles down from his nose and in his mind he feels the presence of some… thing.

Fearful, knowing he does not want to be the mindless minion of any man or beast, he turns to flee the range of the creature and his friends… but it does no good. A moment later he reappears and springs upon Father Viktor, pummeling him relentlessly.

Across the web Evan calls out, “Droz is attacking us… My team is falling in upon itself!”

Evan moves then to Viktor’s aid even as the wind on the Prairie comes to a sudden and a supernaturally unexpected halt. She mutters as the Viktor and Evan struggle to grapple and secure Droz from hurting anyone too seriously but his sheer strength is proving formidable indeed.

Again the earth groans and Izabella smiles and speaks as if to herself… “Here it comes.”