Meridious was far too busy trying to take care of matters more pressing than the Immortal King, whom liked to hear himself speak criticisms mixed with his commands in the middle of an absolute shitstorm. Whatever the Immortal was saying, it came half in and half out to him, Meridious only taking in things pertinent.. The same was felt for the Princess. Only a fool would continue to harass someone in a time like this, so Meridious did what he was sworn to do and sheathed his mace, while leaving the sword out. He positioned himself next to the Princess, and affirmed the safe spaces located throughout. Other than that he said nothing more for fear of wasting precious time, time they'd already lost bickering back and forth between him, her, and the King of the Immortals. He helped up some of the wounded who'd been found by the Princess, and guided them as they made way for the exit. 


(exit Meridious. I'll be gone most of the weekend and this event ends Sunday, so for story sake Meridious is one of the people guarding the Princess and some of the people who she found huddled behind the table - sorry for posting so close together). 

Connor dodged back, but not before the jaguar's claws made several purchases on his flesh. The wounds immediately burned, carrying with them the distinctive stinging sensation produced by felines that were much smaller than his size. Fortunately, however, while his knife was clasped firmly in hand as he regarded him, the ebony feline did not seem inclined to sticking around. Connor was somewhat relieved, when he dodged off, pleased that he wouldn’t have to kill another of his lovers... Until he became aware of the human princess' incessant complaints.

Orders.

It was cute. He cast her a headlong look amidst the chaos. The look was flat, and entirely unamused. "You don't are not my King." Despite the circumstance, the gore, the chaos... He wanted to roll his eyes indignantly. She did not seem to hear him, however, as she scampered off among the blood and chaos to help others. He didn’t blame her, but he found it no less pathetic. She could’ve scarcely helped herself… And then there was the matter of Meridious, dodging into the fray himself as he sought to protect his Princess. The very one he himself had spoken to earlier in the evening.

He felt, internally, a simmering dislike directed at the mortals right then, as he barked an order in a voice that cracked like a whip. "If your King is not ordering you, then do something! Don’t get in our way. Help the people you all conspired to bleed tonight!" Casting a quick look around to his men, he drew his second blade, something longer and curved more severely than his first. He wielded that one with a grip that held it in reverse, curving along the length of his forearm in a more defensive posture, while the first was clutched easily, primed for attack. Werebeasts, whether rendered dead or unconscious, littered the floor by that point; dust, debris, blood, and bodies, too. Speaking of which... He couldn't see Solara right then. He hoped she'd slipped off.

The Commander’s voice belted loud and short. "Formation. Evacuate the injured. Do NOT kill the beasts!" His assertion gave little room for argument, and indeed, his guards complied swiftly. With the terror and bloodshed of the evening, many had already slipped out. Of course they still had the behemoth of a dragon to contend with... but that would be a different thing to address. His eyes lingered on the beast; that aside… If she wanted to snap up guards right and left in her jaws, even if she threatened to bring the weight of the building down on their skulls, she could’ve. And yet she didn’t. His eyes turned, seeking out Justus from where he'd reprimanded the human guard who had spoken to Solara before, the same one he had snapped at. In a short span, he found his way closer.

Quickly surveying the room, noting the gaping hole then created by the dragon, he was keenly aware of the fact that the remaining guards, beasts, and the injured seemed to far outnumber then the werebeasts which were currently standing… or the partygoers for that matter. He exhaled a thin breath, casting Justus a look. Of course, the man had paused to reprimand and bellow his words at the guards. Connor was less inclined to do so. In such a situation, short, sharp, and to the point would’ve fared the best. As for other pressing matters, he’d known even before engaging with Alvina that the Immortal Queen would’ve been one of the first shepherded out, traumatized by the sights or not. He was colder in that consideration, viewing it as an inevitability of her position and their long lifespan.

Connor’s expression was tight as stone when he regarded Justus. “Those subdued will need medical attention. We need to commandeer the King and his family before they disappear.” His eyes fell quickly to the dragon, gauging, thoughtful. While she struggled, flailing and casting flame from the chandelier… No. That was a bigger threat than they had the manpower for in that moment. “I’ll give the orders; we should go seek out the King.” Helping people, assessing the injured – any of those tasks could’ve been done by their men. Taking a snake by the head, however, would require more than force or ability alone.


In that vein of thought, his eyes began searching the ballroom.

It did not take long for him to find her form, distinct among those soldiers present. Her ability, while of use here, would be more beneficial if they did proceed after the mad, Mortal king. It also didn't hurt that she was one of a few to match him in combat, even going so far as to best him with her weapon of choice. Then again... He'd always prefered to slice or stab, than to blugeon. "Niera!" A summons, his voice rang clearly. 

Meridious Risgar Rhiannon Dufour  Justus Delago  Niera Venrali

Dull abrasive consequence saw the joy of this event turn into little more than a circus. For all of his faults the King had not intended this. From the balcony he watched the zoo of were creatures battling the mages and humans alike, and many of his own losing. "Fools," he sputtered and coughed as his men held him back from wailing down upon his own guard "Get me away from here!" Upon his command, the king was promptly surrounded by his men who bravely fought against the ravages of the souls that were trying to kill him. His eyes scanned over the battleground as he watched with remorse as the agents of the immortal army and the magi sought to fight against the bloody beasts. What was one a beautiful dance hall turned red, and his temper still writing.

Inside of his own head the man cursed the moment he set foot into the throne room. Losses could be counted from all sides and it was the others that would have to clean up his mess. As he would have predicted by any frontal assault made by his race head on with a bunch of magic users, his men had been mostly carved up across the floor and the few that remained in tact, despite their bravery were foolishly doing their best to defend their King. His eyes briefly flickered to his King's guard, his daughter and the Immortal commander. For whatever strange reasons his daughter appeared to be in good hands, as for the rest of his family, he assumed they had already been taken. Another figure was approaching, a woman with dark skin and eyes like burning fire. He knew that look as well as anything, it was one of primal angry and he wasn't about to risk his own.

Victor broke his attention away from the individuals "Go!" the king commanded and quickly passed with his guard behind the dragon and into a secret tunnel designed as a secret passage to loose others in times of great duress, or to escape the castle if it were being taken over. "Fly you fools," the King muttered angrily as his guard carried him down into the darkness of the tunnels below the city. He expected the strangers to follow, but at least beneath the city they were fighting on his grounds.

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