(Characters can perform actions. A city cannot. Also, I need the captial city intact for a climactic plot device, so I'm not gonna let you blow it up. Heh...)
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Draven leaned forwards flew backwards as the blade impended, his feet striking the wall of flame behind him. As he did this, his aura amplified as the flame from the wall surrounded him, and he began to move up, following the inner sphere of flame almost like a skater. He followed the arc until he was at the upper tip of the inner sphere and then promptly fell, flipping around and slashing his burning blade downwards, creating a thin crescent wave of flame that extended the full height of the sphere and sliced the air as it flew towards Melkoth...
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"Oof--!!"
Ven found himself slammed in the stomach by a huge metal gauntlet and thrown back at least twenty feet. He tumbled and rolled a few times on the rocky ground, kicking up much dust, before steadying and propping himself up on his sword and one knee.
"Aww... nuts..."
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Vincent blinked as he looked for the prophet. As he heard the bottle break, he knew exactly what was happening. He buried his nose and mouth under a flap of his trench coat and ran at full speed down the corridor, in the direction the prophet came from, while holding his breath.
He kicked open a random wooden door at the end of the hallway, and entered, promptly shutting it behind. He dare not breath yet, and continued into the dark room, stumbling over a wooden chair, before finding the door on the opposite side. He opened this one, more gently this time, and entered, shutting it with loud *clang* that resonated a few times in a fading echo.
He now breathed lightly. This hallway was lined on both sides by glassless windows. It looked like a corridor that passed through a courtyard, connecting two main buildings.
He stood there, catching his breath and listening to the silence... profound silence...
After a good few minutes, he began to walk. Slowly... Though he stepped lightly, his boots still made an audible clap on the stone floor, and he listened for a response...
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The wall that Haraldur was in the process of smashing suddenly froze, large sheets of ice continuously edged over the large cracks, reinforcing it. Fires were quickly put out and other damaged walls supported in the same manner. The short elite with the blue trimmed armor landed on the frozen wall that Haraldur stood before.
"Hmmm, interesting. So single minded he is in his objective, he has ignored everything else and left himself open to attack..."
"HARRRRRRGH!!!!"
The huge elite with the green trim landed ten feet in front of Haraldur, before the wall. Raising his right fist in to the air.
"I'LL SMASH YOU!!"
"DO NOT use your earthquake attacks in the city, Rufus..." the dark one ordered, as he landed some twenty feet behind Haraldur.
An enraged Hans flew in from where he missed his attack out in the sky, surging with electricity.
"That's right! He's MINE!!"
Julian extended his left hand to the side, which would have caught Hans' head if he had continued flying past.
"I believe General Valos has issued him a challenge. Who are we to interrupt?"
"HUH?!"