A strange looking green haired girl walked aimlessly in the streets. Her shaking being an indication of her creeping fear. She called out to anyone around but received no answer. "I'm scared mommy" she would say to no one in particular as as she continued to wander around in an attempt to gain her barings

A man in a militaristic looking coat would be walking along the streets of the city whistling to himself before the fog rolled in. He'd stop his cheery tune and just stare at the fog for a moment as if observing it. He certainly was curious what it was but it was far from the strangest thing he's seen. Still, the sense of dread was discomforting. He'd pull out a strange looking pistol from a holster on his side and a strange energy meter that seemed to be on its side. After seeing that the meter was full he'd lower the weapon to his side and begin looking around. "Seems something strange is happening here. Better make sure the innocents are alright. I'd hate for anybody uninvolved to be hurt."

Kamoana continues through the street, hardly able to see to the buildings beside her through the dense, white fog, it seems almost as though no one is around, at least no one responds to her cries. However, it almost feels as though there's something just out of reach, watching her. A cheerful laugh echoes through the streets around her "A lost child? You seem a little out of your element deary. I do hope you can keep me entertained." The shadows around the edge of the fog seem to grow thicker, before it begins darting through the fog, always remaining at the fringes of her vision. The shape almost seems familiar, and not in a good way, more like something from her nightmares, an enemy she had thought herself rid of in spite of the street around him having been busy earlier, Roland would find himself seemingly alone in the dark mist, or almost so. Humanoid shapes flit at the edges of his vision, careful to remain just out of reach, almost as though fleeing from, or mocking him "you humans do come up with the most wonderful toys don't you? I wonder just how long you intend to search. After all, no one's innocent. Everyone's involved. Shouldn't you spend a bit more time worrying about getting out? Or do you simply intend to wait it out? Pepper receives rather cold silence for the longest time, as though trying to let the anticipation build up for some time. Once the fog rolled in it was as if she became completely alone, with wolves darting in the shadows. Soon some concrete shape can be made out at the edge of their vision, one vaguely familiar to them, but by no means in a good way

Roland would seem to simply smile back at the figure. He almost seemed as if he was trying to be confident in his words as a way to intimidate the figure. "If waiting it out is what it takes then so be it. Maybe people aren't always as innocent as we'd like to believe but a true leader always has faith in those around him. Isn't that what it means to defend others, to believe in them so that they might believe in you? Besides, I can handle myself, it's those who can't that I'm worried about. So, who exactly would you be anyway? You seem awfully keen on keeping your distance. Maybe not as adamant to back up your words as you'd like me to think?" For now Roland's gun would remain at his side. It was almost as if he felt no need to bring it out yet.

Kamoana could feel her blood chill as she saw the creature darting around. It's silhouette reminding her of the first enemy that started everything. The one who only tormented her in the deepest recesses of her mind. A body as if made of energy that glowed an eerie black and red. An ominous black smoke that rose from its body. It was shaped like a werewolf but its large maw filled with jagged teeth and its glowing red eyes would suggest otherwise. Even if only seeing it's silhouette she had already begun to tremble. Holding herself as she continued to mutter to herself.

The shapes continue to twist and distort, always remaining at the edge of Pepper's vision, for a moment, one almost seems to lunge towards her, only to be dragged back into the shadows. (You're not giving me much to go with, and your profile image is generic enough that I couldn't find anything useful with it.) There's a brief pause before Roland gets any sort of response, before he can hear a heavy breath, the same, echoing voice sounds almost as though straining to keep some calm front "Defending others? If that's the sort of thing you seek, so be it. In my ideal world all would have the freedom to strive for what they seek. Personally, and I believe most would agree with me, all I seek is a little... Entertainment. To enjoy myself, even if it means watching something burn." The shadow in question vanishes once again, leaving behind only the twisting shapes at the edges of the fog as it continues "And what would be the point in showing myself? So you can shoot me? Nonono, I think I'd have a much better time introducing you to one of my pets. They're a little experimental, but I trust it'll be fun for both of us." With that last, sarcastic remark another shape begins forming in the shadows, one Roland may well remember, for now it, much like the figure before remains near the edge of his vision, but the being always seems to be circling nearer, as though waiting for the correct moment to get its revenge The werewolf remains lurking at the edge of Kamoana's vision, standing up as if to further intimidate the child. Seeing her cower, she can almost imagine a grin turning at the edge of the monster's mouth before it too bursts forth, fully visible in spite of the fog and lunges towards her, reaching out with its left arm to swat her aside, much as a cat playing with a mouse.

Roland would gain a sense of deja vu as he looked to the new creature. He would approach slowly with his other hand now on his sword, ready to draw it at any moment. He wasn't sure if he could get close enough to make out what it truly was but he also wasn't sure if he wanted to. Despite his own discomfort he would still try to put on a serious expression. It was second nature of him to never show his weakness at this point. Even if he was fearful inside he didn't want to let such a thing show. "Well, too scared to come out and fight. I'm right here so what are you waiting for?"

Raiden would start to walk out of one the buildings, sighing to himself as he looked around. Damn blind guy, always outperforming me. Can't even get one good show... Raiden wouldn't notice the already appearing dog around him until he hit himself on a lamppost. "Ow." He said to nobody.

"Mommy!" she screamed as she fell to her knees Immediately afterwards petals would grow out of the ground shielding her from the attack and covering her. The petals themselves were fragile and with every attack they would be torn away. It wouldn't take long at all for the beast to make it to Kamoana. She trembled as she called out for her mother but soon her hunger reared its ugly head. Her mothers voice in her head telling her not to frightened. Telling her everything would be alright as long as she kills the threat. Telling her to devour the creature and the world itself so that nothing could hurt her. Soon the sobbing would stop and the instincts of a therion would begin to take hold. She was scared, she was anxious, she didn't want to be hurt, but more than any of that she was hungry. So very hungry. A cruel smile would form on her face as the tears continued to flow.

Alex is somewhere doing shady stuff, his "job". He continues what he's doing, but not before taking a shot at the werewolf. Killing people like that is pretty messed up, and he knows that it kindof feels good and all but you could clean kill them and eat 'em. Alex was distracted by thoughts about orc steacon (steak bacon, really good, 10/10 would recommend) as he got back to work.

Roland can almost feel the shadow chuckling as a familiar shape takes form. The shadow seems about as tall as he is, with a large, serpentine head atop a humanoid figure "Why the rush Roland? I've waited for quite some time, I can wait a little longer." The shadow steps forward from the fog, its first notable feature being the gleaming, golden serpentine headress, with a tail that wraps around him, acting as a sort of ceremonial sash. He wears a loose, regal dress, primarily lighter purples with golden tassles decorating the ends of his long cape, with golden wristbands and shoes to match. What little can be seen of his face is a light green, rather than any ordinary human color, its mouth upturned in a grin "after all, its thanks to you that my kingdom will never rise again, its only fair I get something in return." The fog seems to close rapidly around Raiden, as though eager to devour him, a lighthearted voice echoes through the area around him, it almost sounds like its grinning, as much sense as that makes, as shadows begin to dance through the mist "Oh my, you seem to be very lost. No matter, I enjoy wildcards. I wonder just what you'll show me." The darkness almost seems to grow agitated with every moment, shapes flickering in and out of the fog until one more would become discernible, perhaps a figure Raiden would already know, and most certainly not a friendly one. For now it always remains at the edge of his vision, making the figure difficult to make out completely As said, the Werewolf would growl at the sudden barrier, making sure to rend each and every last petal for daring to keep it away from its prey, it takes only a few moments for the creature to burst through the barrier, with Kamoana finally within arms reach, and bring its claws arcing down towards the young girl's chest

Raiden smirked. This isn't good. "Now then, if you wanted to see my performance you could have just bought a ticket." Raiden said this with all the confidence he could muster. He didn't exactly know what to do nor what the shadowy figure is. All he did know is that he cannot let the echo get to him. He put top hat over his eyes to focus. Then he let out a sigh. "What did you do to this city? You know how hard it is to get customers as it it, now imagine how hard it would when they don't even show up?" Raiden looked at figure. "And who are you exactly?" Raiden blurted out the last question almost scaried to know the answer.

"Void Mire" Soon after those words left her lips a gate opened under the werewolf and dark tendrils came up restricting its movements. Kamoana looked at the werewolf as tears rolled down her face and she trembled but the eyes she had was not one of fear but of despiration. "I can eat right?" She said jumping towards the wolf and hitting it hard enough where it was on the ground. The dark tendrils still holding the wolf but they began to lose strength and fade. It was never a technique meant to last long but the girl didn't care as drool ran down from her mouth. "Mommy said I can eat so its fine right? RiGHt!?" she said as her lips came closer to the beast. If nothing else happened then the bulb attached to the back of her head would suddenly whip around and slam into the werewolf's chest as what seemed like roots would begin to spread through it's body draining its power. Her own teeth ripping into its body all the while. "That's right my child. Eat. Eat until you are full. Eat until you are strong. Eat until no one else can harm you"That voice continued to repeat itself in her head as she desperately feasted on her fears and devoured her foe

Alex slowly approached, curious. Eats people, packing in sanity, might taste good? Whatever. He would watch as the girl ate, observing.

Roland's expression would become tense as he fully recognized the voice and features of the man. Many sour memories began popping into mind just by seeing him here now. "Doloran, you were the last person I expected here. Why are you here? And what could you possibly gain from me? We already share enough, don't we?" He'd keep one hand on the hilt of the sword at his side and the other on the trigger of the pistol but he had yet to raise the weapon. Roland deep down still hoped maybe Doloran could be reasoned with here but he knew there was most likely more going on here than just Doloran's return. "I don't want to fight, can't we talk this out? You should already know there's another way to be a king again. Maybe your kingdom can't rise as it once was but you can start over. It's never too late to try again."

Raiden doesn't get any response for a moment, instead he's simply left with a few precious seconds of silence, before something finally emerges from the fog. It looks like a human, at least at first glance. Its humanoid and not much taller than Raiden. However, the creature is formed entirely out of a black, mist-like substance that rolls off the backside of the creature, mingling with the rest of the city's fog. In place of eyes the creature has a pair of blue orbs, glowing within the creature's head. As the being lunges towards him, the voice rings out once more "Well, this form's kind of boring, but if you can still make this fun for me I may answer some of your questions." The werewolf seems surprised by the sudden dark trap beneath it, causing it to simply look downward as Kamoana moves to tackle the creature, as soon as the bonds begin to slacken, the creature tears through them, spinning in order to get back on its feet and face its opponent. The creature does nothing to stop Kamoana's bulb from striking it, instead it takes the opportunity of the girl being so close to slash its claws across Kamoana's chest, which would leave a fairly deep wound Doloran grins, seemingly satisfied by Roland's reaction, he steps a little closer, though is careful to remain well out of sword reach at least as he opens his arms wide "Doloran": You're correct in that regard, neither of us really have anything to gain from the other, most certainly not here. But I'm afraid that time has long passed. Doloran bends his elbows inwards, with a ball of dark energy forming between his hands, as Doloran continues speaking, he slowly opens his arms again, expanding and elongating the energy until it forms his signature staff, a long, black wooden object with a golden endpiece at the bottom, and an intricate headpiece culminating in a serpent atop the creation "Doloran": Even if I managed to make a new one, it wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't bring back Alisandra, my loyal guards, my artists, these are all things too far gone. All I can do now is avenge them. By ridding the world of the man who killed them. And the man who denied their second chance.

Kamoana would stumble back as the bulb detached itself. Tears streaming from her eyes as she fell down holding onto the wound. "IT HURTS! NOOO! MOMMY! I'M SCARED! I DON'T WANT TO HURT! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HUUUUURTS!" she would be screeching at the top of her lungs before the ground slightly shook and two strong roots burst forth from the asphalt and shot towards the werewolf

Raiden parry the lunge at him with his wand chanceing the creatures off and causing Raiden to roll over, gaining some distance betwen them. Raiden pulled out small CPU looking boxes and grip them in his hand. He looked at where the creature was and then them at it. While being thrown the boxes take shape, each one turning into a dove. "FlockWave!" He said as each of them detonated in front of the creature sending out a shockwave. As this happened Raiden would spin around his wand charging up a bolt, then swinging it to aim at the creature before launching.

Roland would finally pull out his sword and held it out in front of him in a ready position. His gun would be cocked as well and at his side, ready to be aimed and fired at a moments notice. He wasn't quite ready to resort to violence yet but he knew at the rate things were going it would be inevitable. "Second chance? The only second chance you offered them were as mindless monsters. What happened to your kingdom was a tragedy but that's no excuse for the suffering you've caused others. Last chance, stand down. I don't want to fight but that doesn't mean I won't. Even a diplomate can fire a gun and I've got a lot more than just a gun at my disposal."

The werewolf dashes forwards, running straight into the roots, the tips of its claws become wreathed in flames as it slowly slashes through them, advancing ever closer to Kamoana, the roots would buy her around ten seconds, but the werewolf doesn't seem likely to relent any time soon. The creature keeps its momentum, ending up somewhere to Raiden's side for him to blast it. When Raiden's shockwave strikes it, the creature's body seems to burst, dissipating into a dark black mist. The mist splits off to Raiden's sides, before beginning to coalesce, gathering and taking shape once more, now as a pair of dark, misty humanoids. The voice from earlier laughs "Would have been rather boring if they just went out, wouldn't it?" Doloran grins and floats a few inches into the air, more of a show than any practical purpose to it, and focuses a dark purple energy into the end of his staff "Doloran": I wonder. You talk well, as befits a ruler, but will you have the courage to actually kill me, knowing what would happen? With that, Doloran swings his staff in a horizontal arc, lashing out with a dark serpent aimed roughly at Roland's chest, fangs bared and ready to strike at its foe

"NOOO! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER! I'M SCARED! STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!" the young girl screamed as a twisted spike of stone and asphalt shot out from the ground. Maybe because of her panic in casting the arte it wasn't accurate and could be easily evaded. As the werewolf's claws came down upon her an aura of darkness quickly exuded from her body as if threatening to push the mist back and swallow the area. The aura of darkness condensed only for a moment before it burst forth creating a shock-wave that threw the beast back. In her place was a twisted demonic tree whose front had a jagged mouth and whose bark pulsated an ominous red light in its wrinkles. Its roots were spread out above the ground and and seemed more like gnarled tentacles with the disgusting way they moved about. Distorted sobbing could be heard from within the tree as it slightly shook. This time, however several earth spears shot out of the ground heading straight for the beast of nightmares.

Roland would hold his sword forward as a large amount of magic seemed to begin flowing through his hand and into the hilt of the blade. From the hilt a large amount of energy would finally let loose as a wall of pure force would firmly project forward in a large arc. His aim was to push the snake away as well as to try and have the force reach out far enough to strike at Doloran as well. It was uncertain if it would even hit from this range but at very least he hoped it would buy him a few seconds. "My answer hasn't changed. I'll do what's nessecary. My life doesn't matter if I can't even protect the people who need me. What about you? Is this all just revenge? If I die so do you, is that really what you want?"

Raiden tipped his top hat down, then grinned. "Well now nice little trick you have there." Raiden said when saw the shadows take shape. "However, when a performance is asked of me, I just must deliver!" Raiden cracked his wand, this time smoke came out as he started to spin it. Then he pointed at the fog creatures. "Let's see how you like my heats." He says as a burst of fire came out the wand.

The werewolf's form almost seems to flicker for a moment as its pushed back by a sudden burst of energy, the creature seems to grow alongside Kamoana's change in form. In moments the beast of her nightmares stands at nearly a story tall, and lunges forwards once more, getting itself impaled carelessly on Kamoana's earth spears, piercing its chest in several locations and which once again throwing the creature back, though it doesn't seem ready to give up yet, swiftly bringing its claws down to shatter the spears holding it back..... Only to freeze entirely as a voice rings out "Cut, cut. I've seen more than enough now." Another figure steps forwards from the fog, his ragged, long, grey hair flows down his back, bringing attention to his ministrel-like attire, complete with an instrument strung across his back, the man claps as the werewolf finally collapses, either unable or unwilling to move further. Roland's wave of force strikes the snake, dissipating it beneath his superior, if shorter ranged energy. By the time it gets to Doloran most of the force has spread out, simply blowing his cape back and causing Doloran to raise his staff to cover his eyes, his mouth twisting to an enraged frown as a faint blue flame begins glowing at the end "That's right, if you die so will I, and so my kingdom will be avenged. Both for its first falling at my folly." The fire grows, taking up the entirety of its headpiece and burning further into the air "And its second at your interference." With that, Doloran waves the staff in front of him, raising three pillars of fire in a triangle formation in front of him, which rapidly begin approaching Roland As for Raiden, as he blasts the pair of shadows with flame, the two creatures dash towards him, meeting the fire halfway. The fog-like beings prove to be surprisingly flammable, and the pain elicits a pained screech from the creatures, which almost sounds like a child's weeping, yet they don't stop their charge. Instead, one slashes with its now burning claw aiming for his side, while the other simply seeks to move around and surround him.

Roland would quickly try to roll off to his right in order to try and get out of the flames immediate path. After rolling he'd keep moving believing that the flames might try to follow him further. This would also be an attempt to move behind Doloran in order to properly aim his pistol towards him. "Your revenge will accomplish nothing. Don't you see this is pointless. If your goal is to kill us both then mine will be..." He'd fire the gun only he'd be aiming for Doloran's legs rather than his torso. From the gun came a series of 4 shots that all looked to be concentrated magic. "...Is to make sure we both live!"

The tree slowly shook as the pulse of ominous light in the wrinkles of the bark slowly glowed a little brighter. The tree would exert all of its strength into its roots causing it to quickly jump back onto the side of a building at abnormal speeds as its roots dug deep into the side of the building. A loud guttural roar rushed through the area as the girls main body could be seen inside with crying blood. "I DON'T WANT TO HURT ANYMORE!!!" Her scream mixed into the roar as four spears of water formed around her and shot towards the werewolf unaware that she may not even be in danger anymore.

Raiden jolt back from the sounds of the screams. As the claw goes toward Raiden, he would see the other one making rounds on him. He stabbed his wand down and cracked it back, forming The Great Wall around him. Now! If they started on their attack the wall would collapse and a shockwave would ring out.

Sure enough the fire attempts to follow Roland, remaining about a foot away from him as he continues running. Doloran keeps his eyes focused on Roland, preventing him from circling around. He begins charging more of his Dark energy at the end of his staff, only to get struck in his legs... Since he’s floating it wouldn’t affect his mobility much, but it does elicit a grunt and a frown Doloran: There never was a point, you’ve always been like this. Unable to stop, unwilling to let me succeed, this bond is a curse for us both. The pillars of fire stop chasing Roland around the time Doloran finishes charging his staff, this time twirling it in the air before pointing it straight at Roland. In a few moments several serpents of dark energy would come from the mist behind Doloran, continuing on a straight path towards Roland and if they hit pass straight through. However, if he looked closely Roland might notice a faint, black mist coming from around the areas where he shot Doloran. A few more seconds would pass before he can feel the ground shake Surely enoughthe werewolf remains motionless in the ground, getting struck by all 4 of Kamoana’s water spears, and with them, bursting into a dark mist, much like that in the surrounding area, and leaving nothing behind The ground shakes from the force of her attack, which leaves a fairly sizable mark in the pavement. The grey-haired man simply laughs, walking over to the marks and clapping the whole time ???: Now THAT’S what I call a monster. Nothing like these pathetic rejects. Crack the city, shake the earth, destroy anything in your path. The man spreads his arms wide, pacing by the marks as he continues, head turned down in thought. ???: Might be a find, but if they can’t even hear me in this form there’s not much else I can do. Might serve best just to drop it and let them loose... Sure enough the creatures know nothing of stopping, only a relentless drive forwards, they would strike the wall around the same time, resulting in a burst of force which decimated the creatures. Once again causing them to both dissipate into mist, before reforming in doubles. Now there are four of them on different sides of Raiden, each roughly five feet away, they start forwards once more, only to be interrupted by a snap. ???: That’s enough now. I’m not learning any...... The voice from earlier is, in turn, interrupted by the ground rumbling, and with it the four shades freeze in place, either unable or unwilling to move. Finally, a tall, grey-haired man in minstrel garb steps out of the mist, glancing off to the side and muttering before he continues ???: Where was I? Right, those rejects aren’t doing anyone any good. It’d be best for them to scatter. At the man’s command, the four creatures begin reluctantly stepping backwards, into the mist around them

It's roots which were already dug deep into the building had already begun destroying the foundation pillars inside the building and once the building began to lean forward due to its weight it recalled its roots. Putting strength into them once more it leaped to the street out of the way of the building. the building would begin to fall down towards the grey haired man as a gate opened under him and the same dark tendrils as before would attempt to wrap around him to hold him in place as the building fell atop him. "If everyone dies. I won't hurt anymore. Right mommy?" the distorted voice came from within the trembling tree.

Raiden stepped back as the man walked forward. He's probably the one who did this to the city. A million questions raced threw Raiden head, but first... "What do you mean by rejects?" Said Raiden looking at the man. "And most importantly who are you?"

Roland knew he wouldn't be able to put a force wall up in time. He still needed time to prepare the proper energy for his magic and time wasn't what he had with the snakes approaching him. Roland would take out his sword and try to swipe at the snakes before they could reach him while bracing for impact with any he couldn't fend off, only to realize the snakes were passing right through both him and his sword. He'd look somewhat confused as if he expected an impact of some kind. "What kind of magic is this? Doloran, what kind of tricks are you playing?" It was then that Roland noticed the strange black mist appearing around Doloran. It seemed things were growing stranger by the minute. He'd holster his pistol and back away with both swords on his hand in a defensive position. "Something's not quite right here. It's almost as if-" Roland would be interrupted by the shaking of the ground. He'd do his best to try and maintain his balance as he began trying to scan the area for the source of the shaking.

Kamoana's dark tendrils attempt to grasp at the man's form, only to go through as if clawing at thin air. His form starts to disintegrate, beginning at the places it was touched as he breathes out a sigh "Ah well, My time was a....." Is as far as the man gets before the building crashes into him, completely decimating his form as well as blocking off a good half of the street and bringing with it a massive burst of wind, which in turn begins pushing away the fog. As the fog begins to clear three more things would become clear. On one end of the street, a few dozen meters away is a man wearing a red tophat and cape to compliment his largely black attire, as well as pure white gloves to finish off the magician's style On the other side, barely visible over the building's ruins and somewhat further than the magician are a pair of other people. The closest is a man loose, regal dress, primarily lighter purples with golden tassles decorating the ends of his long cape, with golden wristbands and shoes to match, in addition to a large, golden headress shaped like a serpent. A few feet further from him is a man with short, black hair tied into a ponytail wearing a fairly loose-fitting blue suit with brown boots, with a vaguely discernible glean from his sword which is raised as if to defend himself The grey-haired man merely chuckles and begins walking in a circle around Raiden, speaking as though simply reciting part of a rehearsed speech, factual and with an air of amusement which is noticably feigned. ???: Those shades that can hardly even keep their form for a few moments. Too pathetic to experiment with much, though I guess I could always set them on fire if I want them to do anything. As for who I am, I'm merely another traveling performer. Though I prefer setting up and watching shows to participating in them. A loud crash can be heard from within the mist, followed by the ground shaking intensely enough that the grey-haired man nearly falls over and a powerful breeze ???: Afraid that's all that I have time for today, but still, enjoy this little parting gift. From a friend. The wind rapidly begins to push away the fog, and causing the man's image to disintegrate with it, spreading like dust particles in the wind. As the fog is pushed back, the first thing he might note is part of a demolished building blocking off a good half of the street. Near the building stands a twisted demonic tree whose front had a jagged mouth and whose bark pulsated an ominous red light in its wrinkles. Its roots gnarled roots spread out above the ground more like tentacles than anything else "Doloran" looks back at his staff, seemingly at a loss for words himself, before returning back to glaring at Roland. He slowly sinks back to the ground, a frustrated grimace across his face, just as an incredibly loud crashing sound can be heard, that of shattering glass and tearing concrete, which is followed, first by the ground shaking once more, much like a weaker earthquake, and then a powerful breeze which begins to blow the fog away. "Doloran" himself doesn't seem bothered by any of this, instead making one last, seemingly desperate charge at Roland, swinging the serpentine tip of his staff at Roland's chest in an attempt to make some shallow cuts if nothing else. He would arrive around the time the fog would clear enough for Roland to make out the source of the sound, a demolished building, collapsed in the middle of the street and blocking off a good half of the road, and blocking his view from the rest of what looks like some sort of evil tree, its bark pulsing with an ominous red light

Roland would grow more confused with each event. There didn't seem to be much rhyme or reason to this fog. He would begin wondering if the fog itself was an illusion of sorts. He didn't have much expierence with any kind of illusions and his knowledge on them was limited but despite that he needed to focus on what was directly in front of him. He'd attempt to maintain his composure even with the earth shaking and the breeze blowing, waiting for Doloran to make his move. As Doloran approached for his desperate strike Roland would try to slash his staff away to keep it from hitting him. He was preparing to charge more of his magic in case he needed to deter Doloran more. It was at this point that Roland would notice the building that had collapsed along with the ominous tree behind it. He'd glare at Doloran with a serious look. "No more of your tricks, Doloran. What's going on here? If you know something about this now's the time to start talking!"

"Wait!" Raiden would say as he disappeared. Damn. Raiden looked to the sound of the noise. He was taken back by the "tree" sudden appearance. This is why I'm not vegan.. He tip his hat down a thought to himself. Whoever you are, you set quite the stage. However... Raiden looked up and smiled "Time for the grand performance!"Raiden exclaimed to... No one. "If you use a monster, be ready to meet mine!" He said as he stabbed his wand into the ground, cracking it back to Heat. All around him a ring of fire formed, connecting to something that was forming behind him. "Come forth, Sphinx!" Just then the fire behind him formed a large beast of fire. Raiden stepped forward, a little dizzy, and pointed forward with his wand. "Tree Monster Thing, I plan to make full use of my gift."

The tree would let loose a guttural roar once more as four water spears formed around it and shot towards the sphinx. "WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!?" the girls pleading scream mixed into the roar as strength was put into its roots once more, jumping back onto the side of another building, its roots digging deep to cause it's collapse as well. Two balls of water would then begin to float around the tree but the balls of water seemed purple in color and ominous in nature.

Raiden again was taken back by this. That thing can talk!? But it is destroying a amount of the city albeit maybe it's startled. However, not only is it potentially dangerous, she is destroying building, which means less customers, which mean less money. Although in fairness he probably isn't ever going to come back here. The Sphinx took the first few hits only for Raiden to increase the Heat making it less red and more blue in color. "Get back here and stop this at once! Don't you see what you're doing here!" Raiden ran after her while the Sphinx trailed behind keeping distance. In fairness it was there to keep things from going South, but Raiden has a feeling it probably already did looking at the floating balls in the air. Gotta at least try!