The battle was horrific. Maya’s dragon had turned on them in an instant, or at least it seemed as if the beast had taken an aggressive stance against the group from Sorcerers. JD blanched as he watched the events unfold, but still fresh in his ear drums was the rattle of machine-gun fire. Unfortunately he was of no use against a flying enemy- or at least JD assumed that the American cops wouldn’t want him unhinging lamp posts, hurling benches, and launching cars into the sky.
Instead he bolted towards the sound of guns rattling.
It took a moment but he found their teacher- Marcus it might have been- with bullet holes riddled through him and oozing blood out of every single one of them. “Ballsack,” JD breathed unceremoniously before running up to the fellow and checking his pulse. After your previous employer passes out drunk one too many times in various alley- you get used to knowing where to check for life signs. “Still alive but barely,” JD grumbled as he looked at the other man. He was much much larger than the boy, and he knew he couldn’t use his usual strength to handle such an intimidating figure.
So JD channeled his power- it was easy with the thoughts of Eos being pretty much being attached to Voltaire’s hip- and his skin armored itself almost immediately. He didn’t do an entire cover, but just enough that he could hoist the other to his torso without snapping his back in two. Not to imply Marcus was that heavy, but JD was just that short.
Attempting not to jostle the man too much he made his way back to the others. “Get E,” he grunted. His shirt was practically soaked in the accumulated blood that painted their teacher. About that time he noticed that Enzo was also in critical condition.
This was not good.
But JD felt that might have been an understatement.