FINAL CONFRONTATION.

[foundationmods]

The Winchester House looms before you, the barrier that kept everything in - the time stop that Dog placed over the area - now thin as a single pane of transparent glass, Solomon still clearly outside the house frozen in the same position he was on the tapes.

The minutes tick by - and the barrier slowly gets thinner and thinner, close to falling.

You have seen everything - the events of the past. You have also come up with your own ideas of what to do from here - how to save your fellow 6350's lost to the curse, and defeat the Curse itself.

There is no one left alive in the house.

But, at the end of all of this...

There will be a wrong righted.

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[le_mat]

[He sure wasn't looking down.

He howls in shocking pain as one of the shots tears through his thigh, sending him to a knee. But thankfully he's been shot enough times to still have a bit of thought in those split moments as the bullets hit the ceiling above him.]

Mara!!

[A flash of blue light and... man sorry Date but now there's a massive cock hovering above him just as the bullets start bouncing around.

Thankfully Mara blocks Gun element So he covers his head as the slugs pelt him, bouncing off harmlessly.]

[eyeforai]

[Well, that one hit is gratifying enough and he would be a little more elated about it if it weren't for... whatever the hell he's seeing here. He might be feeling just a little bit inadequate here.]

Why do you have a giant dick.

[He's not even firing anymore, although he isn't showing himself just yet. His voice will ring from one of the nearby walls though, because this is a great time to be asking questions.]

[le_mat]

I dunno, ask your mom.

[He smirks, clamping one hand over the wound and the other hand raising his own gun at the wall the voice is coming from]

[eyeforai]

I don't remember my mom!

[#AmnesiaProblems

But whatever presence he might've had by that wall will quickly fade for a little bit with that.]

[oxidegreen]

[Quite suddenly, he's surrounded by Maronas. They circle around him, each with their swords raised, and although only one is real the others are solid enough that it's going to be a real bad time if he remains in the center for the simultaneous sword thrust from all of them,

Think fast, Ren.]

[le_mat]

[Fuck.

Oh, he's fucked. He has no time to swap out for something that might have better defense against a sword attack. He has no time to heal.

All he can do is go all in and hope the Hornet armor and Firm Stance can eat some of the possible attacks.

And of course, the best defense is a good offense.]

Burn!!

[He casts Maragidyne, a wave of powerful fire spraying around him- meant to hit all targets at once]

[oxidegreen]

[Marona and her apparitions continue undeterred, even if there's a short grunt of pain. The damage might be reduced a little from taking the hit, but he's still gonna have to deal with a bunch of stabs before the apparitions rejoin with Marona herself.

She's burnt up a bit and certainly feeling that, but still able enough to leap back and get out of range of those flames - at least long enough to shift into a stance that most certainly signals another attack soon to follow.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[As flames fill the hallway, they would hear a low 'vroom' like the charging of some sci-fi weapon before several blasts of what appears to focused light flies at Marona.

Sherlock Holmes lands, his lenses whirling as they reposition himself, aiming the foundation issued revolver at her]

Amamiya? Your status?

[le_mat]

[If not for the armor and raised defense he'd be dead.

That's just a fact he has to accept- with a pained laugh he grasps the bullet on a chain around his neck. Blood would be bright on the armor if it wasn't black, and his breath is wheezing and wet]

Good timing, Mr. Detective. Just playing at being a pincushion- Keep her off me for a bit, would you? And watch out, Date is creeping around too.

[With someone having his back he feels safe enough to swap to Horus, the hallway flooding with divine light as he works to heal himself, the bullet in his leg popping out with a gross noise]

[oxidegreen]

[She steels herself, darting for Ren again since he's the injured party here. That Hurricane Slash makes another appearance as she kicks up a wind in an attempt to send Ren into the air - and make it harder for Sherlock to hit her with those lasers since she's in the air too, slashing at Ren while he's airborne before spiking him down into the ground again.]

[eyeforai]

[Well, speak of the devil.

After a brief disappearance, Date is back again to try and take some potshots at Ren from behind, although this time he'll be using his explosive rounds to try and do more damage. He'll be more or less hiding in the walls and providing support that way because when you're a ghost, might as well make the most of it!?]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Unfortunately, I'm a Detective, not a Doctor.

[His eyes glowed, as he waits for Date to take aim at Ren, before firing a bless ammo]

Now - Stand down, or I'll have to fire an "E.R" into your forehead.

[le_mat]

[Thanks to Sherlock he only has to eat Marona's attack- and it hurts. But thanks to his chance to heal he can handle it. Though hitting the ground knocks the air out of him.

But Horus is still there, and Joker smirks, wheezing out:]

Kougaon

[A spear of pure Holy light appears and chases after Maron as she jumps back, aiming to pierce her right through]

[oxidegreen]

[Oh shit that's some holy damage.

She screams in pain as the Kougaon hits, chasing away the miasma and leaving her wincing and confused. The cobwebs in her mind that clouded her thoughts seemingly swept away enough to provide a moment of lucidity.]

Ah--

[eyeforai]

[He doesn't make any effort to dodge. After all, why would he, when regular bullets wouldn't do anything against them, much less the walls?

Unfortunately, a miscalculation is a miscalculation, and Date pays for it with the sensation of a bullet ripping through his shoulder and a lightening of the miasma's haze. He's not completely down and out though (even if he feels the connection just cut off on Marona's end), and he ducks out from the wall and around a corner to take cover.

Moments later, a small object rolls into the hallway; it's a stun grenade. Might be best to cover your eyes and ears, but also try not to get shot in the meantime; Date's aim is still pretty accurate, and he'll be firing at Sherlock almost immediately after the grenade goes off.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[As the stun grenade rolls in, he suddenly slide into a defensive stance, his cane held out level to the ground as he kicks the air, before covering his ears and closing his eyes, his image blurring.

The art of Baritsu, a gentleman's self-defense skill would allow him to avoid the inevitable follow up attack]

[le_mat]

[And a winded Ren can only roll against the wall and cover his head and wait out the explosion.]

Marona! Get to the main area, there's others there that can get you out!

[oxidegreen]

[Her head is still reeling, but she manages a curt nod.]

Understood!

[And booking it for the outside, please, please let her make it before the miasma takes her again--]

[eyeforai]

[There's a click of the tongue as Marona flees and he's left to deal with these two on his lonesome. When it becomes apparent that firing directly at Sherlock isn't going to work, he'll switch over to incendiaries to slow them down by leaving flames at their feet to deal with.

Then he's going to fuck off because he knows a losing battle when he sees one. Maybe he'll reappear when you guys get to Subete, who knows.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Tch-! Sore loser... this is why I am not a fan of the police.

[He goes to assist Amamiya to get out before the flames get more so]

[le_mat]

[He's a little wobbly on his feet, but Horus... clucks... softly at him in concern and gets to work healing him]

The source... Subete's critter. It's in the vents. I caught sight of it before I got overwhelmed.

[improbablenotimpossible]

If he's as sloppy covering his tracks as he is with the murder, we can find with not too much trouble.