Break Down (Black B.)

[Black Bird]

Jethro didn't find any part in this little fight, so he decided to do something else. At least the families of the victims should know who was killed, at least if they would be able to identify them. Jethro started to drag the bodies over the she of th building so they would drop on the mass of police cars surrounding the building. After a portion of the bodies landed on the ground he watched the cop cars and officers get caked with blood. It was actually pretty entertaining until he was awoken back into reality by the sound of bullets hitting the concrete around him. Jethro looked up and saw a helicopter with a man with a machine gun peering out the door. Oh great. Jethro started to back up from the edge. He did have his gun but he wouldn't be able to take it out without getting shot first.

[freedom]

If having to deal with Seven wasn't enough, now Jethro was throwing the bodies off the side of the building. This, perhaps, wasn't as bad or dangerous, but still disrespectful to say the least. If Jethro joined the fight, Seamus was going to need more help. To do so, Seamus used his powers to lift three of the bodies off the ground that hadn't been so mutilated. Their bodies became reanimated, and prepared to attack or defend, whatever was deemed necessary.

[Seven Snis]

Seven ducked awy from the helicopter and its ricocheting bullets. "Jethro!" He called in command to leave it. This whole event was going to shit fast. Three bodies were on their feet and Seven was on the urge of a break down. He rubbed his temples, willing himself to calm down before he did something he'd regret later.
They needed an escape route, and fast. The police were coming in hoards o people and if he waited too long he and Jethro would both be in deep trouble. His eyes glanced at Blaze, hope sparking in his eyes. He stared at Jethro, hopin he understood where he was going with this.
In a flash, Seven pulled a knife out and suddenly appeared by Blaze. He twisted her wrists, forcing her into a death grip by yours truly. He held the knife dangerously close to her jugular, one wrong move and she'd lose her own head. "This world is too predictable." He spat, his words dripping in venom and hatred mixed with insanity. He gave a crooked laugh, his words suddenly comin out in his native tongue.
"Damno vos totus ut Abyssus!" He cursed at them. He pressed the blade closer as his true colors shown through.
"Call them off." He growled in a serious but threatening voice.

[freedom]

The three bodies walked next to Seamus, and two of them collapsed lifelessly in their place. "How about I one up it? I get you out of here, and you leave town. If I catch you again you're dead." Seamus took a metal beam from the roof and stretched it across to an adjacent roof. "Leave Blaze, you'll thank me later." His wings shot out to each side and he lifted off the ground, shooting toward the helicopter, before diving down over the police cars and down the street. Though he had left, the body still stood, keeping watch of Seven.