Terrene, The GM
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Lison lurches and staggers but with your guidance Hive...he topples over the edge of the building and falls. The chaotic last few moments of its un-life spasm through your mind, racing through alien and human connections until it's just static. There was, once, another mind however primitive within you. Now there isn't. Even with all that, your assistance to Zodiac pays off and as your energy wall breaks through the rotting scent. The scent of humans, other humans, is strong. Fear, uncertainty and even curiosity cut through like a knife. The reporters and staff of the Weekly Herald are indeed still in the building. A few floors down no less. They could probably be snagged if you're quick, they're certainly not at risk of dying but...getting hurt is very much likely since the building starts to creak and shift and large chunks of it fall to the street below. It won't be long now. The clock is ticking.

Arachne and the rest of the cultists for what it's worth are finished. Even as Alex's first assault misses, a crossbow in the face is enough to distract anyone even if they are a witch and the second kick lands without much trouble. Arachne goes scattering out onto the swiftly disintegrating building. If left it's unlikely they'll make it out. That may not be a concern for all for any of you but it's the reality. They don't have a way off. You barely have a way off. Either way, the fight against Lison and Arachne is over. The fight for your lives however isn't.

What do you do?