Janus watches from his height, circling the battlefield. He watches the flow of battle back and forth, almost he feels something as the battle turns slightly back in their favor, his heart of stone almost finding a crack, but then it is gone. He realizes that the thing in the center is the cause of the problems that it is using some form of domination or presence to turn his friends against each other and in his mind, he realizes there is only one answer.

Carefully angling his wings he catches the currents, gaining height as he does so, higher and higher he climbs, pushing himself past the limits he has previously stopped at until even to his eyesight the battlefield seems to be little more then specks of humanity. Slowly he banks over, takes careful aim, then folds his wings in, enjoying the sensations of the cold wind rushing over his skin as gravity takes its full effect on his body.

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The Colonel leads the rest of his team forward, clearing the path with his huge size. The rest of his team tries to keep up; James Downing’s wounds slow him down. Unholy creatures pile onto the giant bear, JTM spends his time trying to knock them off using his bat. Lydia reappears once things are returned to control and takes every opportunity to make eye contact with her opponents, leaving them quivering masses of flesh. One of them runs into Downing, bowling him over and another piles on top, JTM wades into to save the Tremere, but by the time he gets him unburied, he has succumbed to his wounds.

“EXTRACTION!” JTM yells. “Hey Bitches! We got a man down!” He waves his arms wildly for a moment, turning around, unsure of which way to go. “Fuck, wish Kalie was here,” he mutters. He grabs Lydia by the arm. “Take him, protect him, get him behind the lines!” he says to her.

“Sure, I can protect him,” Lydia says, struggling with the dead weight valiantly as she tries to work her way back to an extraction team.

Running JTM follows the mostly cleared path left behind by the Colonel, almost they are at the creature that is the center of all this, bodies come flying back to him and he takes his batting practice swing. His attention focused on the incoming from the Colonel, he gets jumped by one from behind. JTM staggers under its weight, then another hits him taking his legs out from under him. He feels the sharp sting of fangs piercing his skin.

“Dammit! Barbie where you at now!” he screams struggling, but even his great strength is not gaining him much headway against the creatures piling on to him.