Adjutor
Adjutor's minor amusement at the show of colors was abruptly forgotten when a corpse crashed down upon the psychedelic floor with a meaty thunk. The teen stared for a moment, revulsion tearing at him. The corpse would have been a disturbing sight by itself, with the barely evident hints of sadism present in the myriad wounds borne by the child, but more disconcerting still was the resemblance the body bore to Adjutor.
No way.
Eh?
What the fuck, there's no way that could be-
The hell are you going on about?
...Never mind.
...Wha-...Oh. The kid got you pretty good, didn't he?
I suppose so...regardless, that was in poor taste.
Had Adjutor had a mental projection of himself that could have interacted with the child in his head, said mental projection would have been frowning. Before the teen could say anything, however, the distant sounds of gunfire and screaming drifted into the abandoned building. Adjutor's surprise kept him immobile for all of an instant before he slipped into the shadows, leaving Laivatain out as he sped off in the general direction of the screaming.
Exiting the shadows a short while later already Reinforced, the teen found himself overlooking a lot preceding what appeared to be a blast furnace. From his vantage point, Adjutor could make out what appeared to be a disorganized mob rampaging around the place. Oddly enough, trailing behind them was a man in priestly robes. The main yard still bore traces of the fighting Adjutor had heard earlier, blood and dismembered bodies littering the ground near the entrance.
...Wait a minute, aren't those the Halloweeners?
So those Monsters the other day weren't kidding when they said there were more.
Even so, they never really seemed like the type to pull off something like this...
Suspicious, Adjutor released the seal on his eyes, warm brown giving way to pupil-less silver as he scanned the crowd again.
No magic users...
Okay, seriously, what the hell is going on here?
I mean, those are Halloweeners down there. Not really much to debate on how to deal with them when they're on a rampage like this...
At this point, Adjutor decided to call Laivatain and Rahab back, the Elementals sliding into their sheaths soon afterwards, but decided to leave Valmanway to its current task as he continued to scope the situation out, already planning out possible escape routes, marking any cover he found.
Well, at least we're running pretty hot in terms of mana...
Perhaps we could...
"Firebrand, Laivatain," Adjutor muttered, drawing the two-hander and pouring mana into it in preparation.