You have chosen AA.
“I don’t care what you think you can do, you can do it on your way out,” says Celling. “We’re leaving. Now. We can’t afford the Secondborn getting his hands on the-”
Midway through Celling’s sentence, the world caves in.
A meter-thick bolt of magical energy sizzles into the room, slicing through the wall like a knife through hot butter and exploding in a blast of blinding light. Celling is thrown backwards out through the door in a cloud of dust and debris. The rebels take cover at the other side of the room. Someone screams. When Celling’s head stops spinning, the room’s filled with rubble, a thin mist of dust fills the air, and there’s a gaping hole in the left wall, sunlight streaming in. Through the hole Celling can see trees and buildings, and a splotch of blue and white that is the sky.
The Secondborn jumps from above in an impossible arc through the hole. The being with David Eborrenial’s body sails in with arms outstretched, flying almost effortlessly to land in the middle of the room.
“How the hell are you here?” Jacob Eldin asks, standing up from a crouch behind the upturned table, which now sits against the far wall of the room.
“Let’s just say… I had a little help,” the Secondborn replies, smirking haughtily. “From an old friend of yours.”
Jacob gasps with realization. “You set us up!” he says, pointing an accusing finger at Celling. “You were hoping we’d get killed stopping him, and then you can take the Key!”
In the meantime the woman who brought J. V. Boonering also stands up. She sticks two fingers out in a sideways V shape, then rightens it, and thrusts it at the Secondborn like a shield. “Begone from this earth, demon! For you cannot harm the Children of the Shrubbery, for nothing born can harm the Overgrown God, nor can the fire burn him!”
“Just shut the hell up,” the Secondborn mutters, thrusting his right hand at the woman and extending his thumb, index finger, and middle finger at right angles to each other. A plane of invisible force projected from his hand slams into the woman and hurls her against the wall with a thud. The Secondborn closes his hand, and she drops to the ground in a heap.
“We… we can still beat you,” Anna says. “We still have the Key.”
“Ah yes, the Key of Taloc,” the Secondborn replies. He brings his left hand up to shoulder height and pinches his index finger and thumb together. Symbols of power simmer in and out of existence around his hand. “I would demand that you hand it over, but that seems to be an overused turn of phrase these days.”
The Secondborn snaps his fingers. There’s a whirlwind tearing of space, like a rubber band snapping in two - then the Key of Taloc fragments teleport into his hand, suspended in the air as if hung from a museum display, in a mass the rough size and shape of a football.
“You know, it’s really a good thing I took this from you,” the Secondborn muses. “I’ve seen this kind of thing before, and it’s pretty clear it runs off soul power. If you’d activated it, it would have drained yours.” He gestures at Celling. “Once Erin Quill and his friends return me to Atlantis, though? I’m sure we’ll find a better way to power it.”
RTD time! Post actions. Glass gets Celling, Madman gets Fansworth, the rest of you can just take ingame expies.