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Teh werewolf simply stepped back each time he slashed, continuing to smile that fanged smirk. It was as if the thing was....mocking Soujiro. Eavan frowned, gritting her teeth. Knew all the rules my arse..she thought. But her eyes were on hsi wounds, which began to ooze teh same green disease. 'Oh hell...' Eavan thought, pulling out a needle. But the werewolf was moving quicker than one should. She could neither aim nor shoot. Her blade would probaly hit Soujiro too.....Damn it...

Donovan lengthened himself out to his full height with a strong posture and a straight neck. He took one powerful step towards Myth (but still wasn't too close, since he was reasonably far away to begin with). He looked Myth straight in the eye. "Tell me, Myth. What is it that makes you wish to be loyal to this new rebel idea? What is it that this idea will produce that you're willing to fight for to help make happen? What do you think will happen if the Incinator steps down from his throne?"

((It's fine =3 ))

The werewolf slash at Soujiro, grabbing the hilt of his blade with his other arm. This allowed....well, it's wasn't exactly good for the Incinarator.
"Soujiro!" Eavan shouted, dodging teh few Vargs' attacks. Now.
She threw a nedle straight into the still werewolf's chest cavity, hoping she made it to it's heart. Not quite....but just enough to cause the werewolf to run off in pain, the Vargs going along with it.

((Gotcha, I'll get on that. For future reference, anything inconsistent that I write, just tell me and I'll go back to it. 'Tis the price I pay for not reading all 12 pages.

All references to "rebel leader" now changed to "rebel idea."))

((Eep- we're on a road, not in a room- I'll just pretend I'm surrounded though))
Before he could respond to Donovan, Myth became entangled in a lethal situation.
A chill ran down Myth's spine. This boy was a General, and a force not to be viewed lightly. Myth was now surrounded, by Incinerators, ranging from soldier class to General. He was outnumbered, and knew there was no way he could fight now and still survive. He had not expected this, and suddenly remembered that, ironically, it was he who called for reinforcements.

Myth could feel his heat pumping in his ears, but his voice rang out strong and true. "I refuse to fight for this evil! The very truths and justice that the Incinerators once fought for are now being defiled. My sense of justice and basic human morals will not allow me to support this cause any longer. I reject the Incinerators, and I hope from the deepest recesses of my heart that you will do the same." As he spoke these words, his blue eyes glowed with a holiness. He kept his spear in both hands and his left knee bent, ready to strike or defend at any moment. He would probably need to do both.

White couldn't believe his luck. He had faced sure defeat, but had been saved at the last second. He watched Danza walk away with scorn. "One day I will find you. One day I'll make up for my mistakes, and rid all this evil", he thought.
White gave Donovan a smile of understanding and a nod. "You're not one of the bad guys, Donovan. You prove that one can be an Incinerator, and still be a good man. I, however, can't serve under such an evil lord. I'm going to fight for what I know is right, even if it's just me versus the world."
He tugged the ear piece out of his ear, and placed it in Donovan's open hand, making an eye contact that signaled "Best of luck."
A light drizzle began to fall. The water padded the streets, falling on tin roofs with a gentle tapping noise. The blood on the street mixed with the rain, swirling into the streets. Myth felt as if his past life was being swept away with the blood. He would once again fight only for good.
He realized however, he couldn't do it alone. He turned in the direction Volker had run off too. If Myth squinted, he could still see him standing far down the road- a blur in the increasing rain. Maybe Volker could help.

Donovan, having been satisfied that the earpeice was surrendered without any struggle, was off to the congregation eve before Glaedr had been. He was pretty sure he couldn't make a difference in Myth's ideas right now even if he weren't being summoned to his leader. It was true, Donovan knew, that the Incinator harbored horribly corrupt ideas, but he supposed that was just how it was going to be. Shortly after he had left the scene at the road, he was among numerous other military captains and generals and majors all waiting to see why they had been summoned. His liquor was in hand and the spare earpiece was in a pocket waiting to be returned to the store of others.