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[rogue-starsr.livejournal.com]

A massive castle, filled with vampires. She isn't sure she can trust her allies when the chips are down, given that they won't even lay off of each other. But somehow, she has managed to find a trace of magic, the hammer homing in on it.
Its difficult, hard to keep focusing, but Sarah is pretty sure it'll lead her to Stephen Strange. And maybe from there he can help figure out how to light the queen's darkness.

Given that the map just takes her past countless vampires, she ignores it, and takes the quick route. Through walls, through floors, through locked doors, all in a straight line from their entry point towards the source of magic. However sturdy this place is, she's a powerhouse by almost any standard, and is equipped with the best damned door opener ever enchanted.

Its just as handy should anyone decide to come between her and the prisoner.

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[kingtchalla.livejournal.com]

The firing stops entirely.

The scattering of the cloaked soldiers below is silent.

The body is heavy and lifeless as it falls down... down to the lowest floor. Cracking even more, lying alone in the dark.

[rogue-starsr.livejournal.com]

She feels sick for a moment. Even if it was a vampire, this is someone she grew up hearing stories of, about what a great hero he was.

Its actually that last thought that helps her choke it back and get moving again. This is what the Panther would have wanted, before he died for the first time here.

She lifts off, and heads for Strange again, just what they all need to save more lives.

A few moments later.

[marvel-citizens.livejournal.com]

The air wavers and rips, one gray claw peeling a hole in the very walls of reality to allow a dark clad body to shuffle out into the dim light. He gazes a long moment at the rubble of stone and wood. The vampire steps carefully around both to pick his way toward the center and finally settle into a deliberate crouched pose.

One razor talon pokes the body swathed in black lying immobile upon the debris. Emplate waits for confirmation that his senses grant. He peels back the black cowl, revealing lifeless brown eyes upon a formerly regal face. A single gray hand descends with sharp rows of teeth straining outward from the center. Orange eyes glow in heated hunger as he begins to siphon the marrow from the corpse.

He'll catch up to the girl soon enough, he reasons. Even scavengers have their role to play in the food chain.

Re: A few moments later.

[rogue-starsr.livejournal.com]

Sarah forges on, paying little attention to what lies behind her, just homing in on where the hammer tells her Strange is, hoping she's in time.