Rachel Finnigan
"Damnit!"
With that expression of exasperation, Rachel rose from her aiming position, relocating hastily. Her gun clattered against her clothes at her side as she dashed to the another corner of the roof and skidded down to a crouch. She whipped her rifle back to an aiming position, scanning the streets through the scope to reestablish line of sight. Why did they have to run behind the buildings?
She ignored the mess continuing at the alleyway for now. Her irritation at the progressively out of control situation and her hesitation nonwithstanding, after an instant she managed to put a bead on her targets. 'Got you.'
"Shadowkhan!" She called out. A contingent of the shadowy ninjas appeared behind her at the command. If she had looked back, she would've noticed that some actually appeared quite shaken now. But that fact, and that a number of them had already been corrupted and split from her command, were meaningless to focus on. She wasn't going to let them get away like this. "On my mark, I will open fire. You will pile up on top of those two and seize them. Do not let the girl tilt, drop or spill the chalice. As soon as you're able pull her away and cloud your escape."
With professional speed, she adjusted the sights of her gun and secured her line of fire through the gaps in the buildings. She absent-mindedly praised herself for picking a vantage point that towered over most structures in the area, and considered the distance between her and her targets. It was long, but she wasn't aiming to kill. It would do.
"Mark!" She said, squeezing the trigger. Bursts of suppressed gunfire sprayed down, aimed at the feet and below the waist of her targets. She focused on the man, hoping to disable his legs rather than kill or overly wound cup girl. As she opened fire, the ninja oni behind her disappeared - and few seconds later appeared again on the streets, following Rachel's directions.
Sarse
The seraph of Destiny let Than'Sanel see about the mall, and waited with a small smile. He resolved to take his mind off the many distortions in the Symphony he could feel rippling in the distance - he couldn't reach or correct all of them on his own anyways, and his mood wasn't all that light at the moment - and instead more carefully check for the damage his bike had taken the previous day.
Something, however, called his attention before he could even begin. Something he had never seen the exact likes of before (which seemed to be happening a lot since arriving at this city). He heard a powerful, lively melody, humming with strength and life in turn, seeping into those around it. He lifted his gaze to see a woman, simple of vestments but athletic of build, precede Than'Sanel towards the mall. And the shaman's saprolings blooming at her presence, their own sound strengthened by hers as they cradled her amiably.
Sarse blinked at this. The woman was giving off enough primal power she might as well have been overflowing with essence. It did not in fact appear to be the case, and he couldn't match the resonance of her loud presence in the symphony to anything he already knew.
But then again, he'd already met Death of all things. So he would have liked to say it was going to take much more to surprise him now. But for now, seeing Than's reaction, the angel decided to simply wait and observe.