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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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The chamber they keep him in is behind many locked doors. It is dark, always dark here. Except for the moments when they come to torment or tempt him. Then there is candlelight. For the most part, he has been left in this oubliette of night for a very long time.

Sitting in the dark, bound in rune marked chains, trapped within a circle of fell magic and walled inside a stone room mortared with accursed blood, the Sorcerer Supreme whispers to himself verses from the Book of the Vishanti.

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There's a sudden flash of light, accompanied by a crack of stone. This place was better built than anything else she's encountered, but Sarah has yet to encounter the door that can stop her. The runes and other magic wards may even limit Mjolnir some here, but her own innate power remains, and the hammer is still a fine door opener.

"Stephen Strange? We're getting you out of here."

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Pale and sunken eyes flash in the darkened room as the light of the open door catches them. The clink of heavy chains sound out as a figure rustles and rises from the chamber floor.

"More games?" comes a weary and cracked voice.

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"No more tests, no more games." she announces as she uses the edge of the shield to sever the chains, figuring they're warded against magic, but she has plenty of sheer strength, and an indestructible tool for just such emergencies.
"My companions are back this way. Follow if you can, I can carry you if not. But be ready, its ugly out there." she warns as she prepares to lead the way, and clear some space for the sorceror.

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He's confused at first. Sealed away in the dark for who knows how long with demonic parodies of his friends and allies as his only visitors has put considerable strain on him physically and mentally. Lesser men would have gone mad. Starved and tortured, he now faces the possibility that this 'rescue' is in fact genuine.

As he looks down on the shattered chains, he rubs his wrists gingerly. It all seems unreal. They never dared to remove the enchanted bonds before.

They never dared.

A glint of steel sparks in those pale blue eyes and he steps out of the circle. Bare-chested and filthy, his hair is a long bedraggled mess and he shows the wounds of a mistreated prisoner as he steps into the light.

Outside of the room and in the light he shields his eyes. It has been so very long.

His voice sounds strained and parched yet the timbre is unfaltering and filled with a stern harshness that those who once knew him would blanch to hear.

"Yes. It will be very ugly."

A flash of illumination blooms about the magician and quite suddenly he is washed, groomed and clothed again. The hard cold edge to his mien however remains.

Stretching his hands out slightly to the sides he rises from the floor. His Cloak is sorely missed but levitation always came easy to him. Strange floats like a grim specter just behind Sarah as she hurries down the corridor.

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Sarah can't help but grin a little as she leads the way, leaving the same way she came in, clearing out anything in the way and making sure the Sorceror has a wide berth.
"Get to the others and help them out. I don't know what you're capable of after the time in prison, but we hoped it'd be enough to turn the tide. I'll cover you all I can."

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Marius lovingly caresses his dinner one more time before teleporting away back into his nethervoid dimension. He'd gotten a bit carried away with his snack, but was time to go back to work! After all, his Queen awaits her own fea- NO!

Orange eyes flare in panic as he tracks the blond female heading toward the Sorceror's prison. A whimper of disbelief escapes him when her odd mutant signature is joined by a human. Male and powerfully familiar, despite being off limits to all vampires. In his pocket dimension, he breaks into a dead run with long razor talons readily outstretched.

The walls of reality ripple again, suddenly revealing the deadly vampire rushing at the back of an unanticipating Cruasader. Full intent is upon ripping her apart.

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Sarah winces as the claws dig in. Thankfully, she's a lot tougher than she looks, and reacts rapidly, turning with the impact to direct a backhand fist towards her attacker as she spins.
"Stephen! Get to the others! I'll hold this one and any other pursuers off."

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He looks to Emplate...

No. There are greater tyrants to topple from thrones far higher.

"...I am in your debt." is all in his whisper that Crusader can catch before the gaunt Sorcerer is whisked away on the Winds of Watoomb.

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Her fist catches Emplate hard enough to pummel him back into the walls. But he's just supped on T'Challa's genetic material that grants him a preternatural feline grace allowing him to recover his feet quickly. But Strange is gone by then, so he goes for another feint with his claws. One toward her face and the other palm seeking to grapple to any exposed skin she's got.

The Queen promised him a taste and he'll be damned if he doesn't get one of this bitch.

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Sarah blocks with the shield, and lets him grab her wrist. "You know... I had trouble with the Panther... I grew up hearing stories of him and his heroism... you, I've never hear of. Bet no one'll miss you."
She kicks towards his gut, if he wants to grapple, fine. She can kick through titanium. Vampire or not, she doubts he measures up.

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He almost grins with triumph, feeling the mouth in his palm instinctively seek to rip and latch upon the woman's skin. That grin swiftly turns into a harsh hiss of surprise. His power can't pierce her skin, nor his claws through the shield. He turns away as she kicks, but she catches him in the ribs hard enough to likely have cracked a few. That'll take time and sustenance to heal.

Ultimately Marius is a scavenging predator, not a fighter. Survival supercedes greed, and so he suddenly retreats back into the safety of the nethervoid. He has to tell the Queen.