Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-24123288-20140205231843

Mikasa felt herself being lifted by some of Elsas reinforcements.

"Get her to Veneficus!" Nepht shrieked.

The Bretons head rolled to the side and she groaned again as she was carried out of her home.

"P-petra..." She slurred.

Meanwhile, in the Chapel.

Veneficus was rushed off his feet. A swarm of citizens had flocked to his chapel to hide from the fighting that was about to break out at any second.

Many people were sporting small injuries due to the panic and Corelas was shuffling around with his aides trying to help calm the situation.

"Get in the undercroft! All of you!" Veneficus barked, using a spell to amplify his voice so he could be heard over the crowds.

He whipped round as the door opened, spell prepared to fire on a Legate. He stopped when he realised it was Mikasa being carried inside with Nepht following shortly after.

"Mikasa!" The Old Man croaked in panic.

"What happened to her!" He demanded to Nepht. Looking at her for explanation.