There will be time for thanks later, for now Genny takes the bag, slipping the jerky into her mouth and crunching down. There's no enjoyment of flavor or time spent doing much more than a quick chew and swallow. A blink and the wild glamour is a part of the wild satyr and she gives the whip a light shake which frees it from it's coils. Angry and feral the satyr looks something like a Celtic beserker, clad in hair, skin and blood.
The attacking kinain is picked up by the satyr and Genny moves to block, defending Chago's back and giving him the breathing space to keep his focus on Eric. The axe flashes down, changing course at the last instance to try to catch Genny by surprise, but she ducks and catches the kinain with a knee to the gut, pushing her back with a groan. This is it...the moment they've both worked so hard towards. There's no holding back, no mercy and as the kinain stumbles Genny moves to trample her.
Chago's head bobs in quick reaction to Genny covering his back before he bellows a war cry to match the one from Eric while the two of them lunge to the attack, meeting near the middle of the room in a flurry. Where Genny and the sidhe fight in a near dance, even with the satyr's brutality, these two are more like an explosion. Raw brutality. "Damn liar." hisses Eric. "You never were as much of a badass as you tried to make people think. I know you."
"Knew me." Chago hisses in reply. "I had to be better to clean up your mess." The axe swings and rips up gouges from the floor as Chago moves from showy posture to serious combat in the new tangle. Neither can get an advantage really as the few blows Chago does land leave no marks. Oakenshield serves the troll as well as it has the redcap.
As proof of how well they know each other, both back from the engagement almost at once, with Eric swinging wildly to force Chago back if he'd pressed. Then both of them begin casting, Eric's is very physical involving twirling of that massive axe like it was a cheerleader's baton and Chago's being more verbal, drawing on the music he's gained more appreciation of from being bonded to a satyr. When they come together again, it's a tornado of destruction, both Quicksilver fueled and bluring about one another violently, so fast it's hard to tell whose blood comes flying from the engagement.
It's likely that Genny is fully aware of the fight going on behind her, with all the fights they've both been in over the years there's a certain level of combat awareness that comes naturally, but she leaves it to them. As she charges the sidhe the kinain slashes at her legs, managing a high nick on one shin before Genny stomps down and breaks the kinain's arm.
A whimper goes up from the woman but she claws her way up, picking up the axe with the other hand and bawling out a banshee wail. She rushes forward, but Genny is set for her and catches the haft of the axe with the whip, grabbing it and pulling it away from the kinain, flipping the weapon across the room. For a moment the kinain just stands there, staring at her empty hands and Genny pulls on her magics, a simply musical strain that winds about herself just as the whip rises and winds about the kinain, pulling tighter and tighter until the blades dig into flesh and slowly the breath is squeezed out of the woman's body, her eyes bulging and face turning purple as she topples to the ground, bleeding and wheezing her life out.
As Genny expertly dispatches the kinain, Chago's fight continues at a blurring pace. An axehead flies from the fray to bury itself in the wall, severed from its haft. That's when Chago's Quicksilver finally fades and the redcap slows to a more normal pace, marked with small cuts and bruising already growing on his face from the battle. Bits of wood spray from his mouth as the spit of splinters that began at enhanced speed finishes at a normal one. Seems he chomped the head of that axe off during the battle. This all looks good for the moment it takes to realize that Eric's quicksilver hasn't ended yet, the whims of glamour favoring the troll in that moment.
Two blindingly fast strikes drive Chago to the ground and pin him there as said troll uses the wood still in his hands as a club furst, then as a nail, driving it through Chago's thigh and into the floor with trollish strength. Then he also slows, bending over the injured redcap and hissing "Gonna ream her out before I kill you so you can hear her beg." For his part, Eric looks like he took the worst of it during the Quicksilvered battle, but trollish toughness has him still looking rather strong, despite the wounds.
Chago grits his teeth and closes his eye in the face of the pain. Then Eric's words hit him even more sharply than the blows and the redcap's eye opens, revealing flames dancing in the pupil. Those flames are mirrored in the empty socket and when his mouth opens, he gives new meaning to -roars-. The redcap sits up as if he's not feeling any of the injuries and his hands snap out, even faster than he usually can move. One grabs the troll's chin, the other a horn. With a flex of strong arms, he snaps Eric's neck and shoves the body aside, then reaches for the pole through his leg to pull it free like it was nothing. Troll, meet Dragon's Ire – a spell of desperation and power.
His head turns enough that the flame filled socket takes in Genny and a smile touches his lips like he can see her there. Then a new cry enters the room as Theo drops her mystic hiding to lunge for the redcap's back with a dagger of her own.
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The faintest of relaxations had entered Genny's shoulders as Eric feel. Over...it was almost ov... "Chago look..." There's no time as the dagger pushes through his jacket and deep into greyed flesh. The Dragon has him, so not like he's feeling any of it, but the strike just pisses Genny off. She remembers how close Theo and Chago were at one time, how that might have saved Theo before, but the woman made her choice.
Genny draws on more glamour as she charges across the space, head down like the goat that she partially is the action a bunk that twists power into the impact to make it not just painful, but bone shattering. Theo sees it coming, but not fast enough to get out of the way of the very angry satyr. The impact sends Theo sailing through the air and when she lands it's with a crunch of broken bones. Genny doesn't stop, trampling the other woman's body until her hooves are bloody and there's not a shred of life left.
She scraps her hooves against the floor, like an animal kicking dirt over it's fallen enemy and slowly makes her way to Chago, dropping to her knees next to him.
Even with the Dragon in him, Chago isn't fast enough to react to Theo, or to Genny. As Theo is crushed, Chago looks pained for a moment, then he realizes the knife is there. Not by pain so much as just feeling it and he nods. "You were right." he says softly as she comes back, the power of that Dragon in each word still. "She changed."
He flips the wooden rod in his hand then and throws it suddenly, with all the strength that Dragon gves him. It punches through the door like it was made of tissue, and then he reaches behind himself for the knife and repeats the gesture with the same results. Twin thuds can be heard from the hall and then he turns his head to Genny. "Find the boggan's friends. Save anyone you see worth saving." With that, he blows a breath across her face, misted like it was suddenly chill in the room. As he releases that breath, the flames die in his eyes and he slumps to the floor, dazed for a moment from the return of pain.
Sharp eyes might catch that the mist in his breath moves like a dragon, and has tiny pinpricks of flame for eyes in it as well, but otherwise, the only obvious thing is that his words and the breath were a bunk for another Quicksilver. As the magic takes hold, Chago says one more thing "Leave me a knife. I've got more work to do."
Her hand comes up, touching his face and she leans forward to kiss his forehead before she rises. It's not enough time to affect anything close to a full healing, not to mention she doesn't have the strength for it right now. However, it's enough to ease some of the worst pain and make sure he's not going to fall over in a puddle while she's gone. They'll talk about Theo later...likely after he's finished being mad at her for this entire crazy plan. A glance to the shredded bubble wall and she nods. "I'll find 'em. I bet we can cross back here fer now, but it ain't gonna last. Already sealin' itself."
She gets up, slower now, but holding it together until they're safe. "I won't be long..." And she moves off quickly to find the young satyr and sidhe. Like as not there will be more blood spilled...though the wise will get the hell out of her way.
There will indeed be more blood spilled, both from those carrying the mark of Eric's new 'family' and from Eric himself. For her part, Genny is able to find the pair she was seeking, guarded by the last of Eric's goons. Surprise and the end of the Quicksilver is more than enough to get them free though. It's harder to find enough clothing to convince the sidhe she's finally free though. After a little, those worth saving are led back by Genny to see what work Chago had left.
When the door opens, Chago speaks without even looking up. "Walk careful or I'll rip you legs off and add you to the design!" He's used the knife to cut his own clothing so he could bandage his wounds to not drip blood as he worked, then he laid Eric open with the skill of a surgeon. Leave it to a sadist to know how to do that much damage and not kill. That's right, Eric is alive, despite the broken neck. Paralyzed, yes. Dying, for certain. Still breathing though, and his heart is beating. It shows through the open chest. Chago then moves up to Eric's face and leans in close. "Good thing I broke your neck or the pain would have finished you by now." Eric's eyes flutter as Chago speaks, but don't open. "You listening? I want you tro hear this real good."
Finally, he looks up and gestures toward the edges of the room and the bubble to show where to walk. After all, Eric is in the center of a detailed near artwork that Chago made in the time he's had, painting with the knife and Eric's blood, careful to not have any blood -but- Eric's in it. Then he turns back to the troll and draws up the last of the glamour he still carries to add fuel to the cantrip. "Meth labs are unstable. When your heart stops, Theo's lab in the basement will blow, taking all that's in that cold heart of yours to hell with you." And thus does the Soothsayer read Eric's fortunes.
Turning, he begins to drag himself away, carefully avoiding smearing the blood he so carefully arranged. Behind him, the labored heart, skips a beat. It's not long before that cantrip will play itself out.
As much as she wants to, Genny doesn't go to help Chago out of the room. There's appreciation in her gaze for the artistry on the floor and what it means, but she focuses on chivying her charges forward and making sure they DON'T screw anything up. She did find clothing for the sidhe, and just enough for herself that the sidhe agreed to follow. One of Eric's girls wouldn't have bothered.
Slowly they move to where the bubble is sealing itself, allowing the Dream and the waking world to return to their own sides. Genny reaches up, pressing fingers against what is becoming a much more solid wall. She pulls a second strip of the narrow jerky from the pouch and chews it, pulling in the glamour. Her eyes close for a moment and then for a third time she calls on the earth and force magic she loves with a sharp cry and gesture, sliding her fingers into the gap left in the bubble from Chago's entrance and ripping it back open, at least for a moment. "Go." She snaps at the others, forcing them through and waiting for Chago to pass before she joins them in the Dream. It snaps shut behind them, the last force of glamour speeding the sealing process.
Genny gets through and ends up sitting on the ground, shivering. "Done..."