#anywhere

Dagmar is no longer wyrded as she drags the fallen guards into a pile.

Dirk breathes hard and looks with annoyance at the vest that probably saved his life at least once "Fucking hate it when old people are right"

She just takes off her shirt, modesty be damned, and wraps the nasty knife in that before clipping after the Chieftain and reaching out to touch her arm, pressing some glamour to her. She used quite a bit in her cantrips, but she has the reserve dross as well.

"You're bleeding. " She blanches, seeing the wound in Brekke's side.

"MEDIC!" She calls!

There's plenty here to bind them - belts and shirts and shoelaces.

"Mm," Brekke grunts in surprise at the gift of glamour, blinking and taking a full breath. A sigh. "Thank you. That helps."

Dirk says "And shackles they used on these guys.. check it"

A grunt and a bit of a smile. "Smart, Dirk."

And the guards find themselves in the chains they had intended to wield.

"I will be fine, Piper. It is not as bad as it looks." Brekke reassures her, then looks back to the Balor. An internal struggle.

Piper trails after her, still looking concerned.

Symon pushes his way past a row of machines and heads for the offices, dark eyes scanning the chaos and disarray.

"Sy? What's wrong?"

He doesn't answer immediately, checking to see if anyone is left in the living quarters (if one could call it that), then towards the doors to the other rooms.

Under the table in what must be the break room for the guards... Symon finds the bleeding and bloody woman who he spoke to once before. She appears to be dying... and he suspects, looking at her, that she was dying before they got there...

"I could destroy her for all time," Brekke mutters. Piper can hear her, maybe dirk.

Dirk looks at Brekke and his face wars with something

She closes her eyes and takes a breath...and turns away to seek the exit. "Piper, confirm that we got everybody clear."

And the Redcap moves towards the Balor

Whether Brekke doesn't notice, or notices but doesn't act, is unclear.

Piper frowns at the Balor, but like Dirk - doesn't seem to argue in her favor... but then instead turns, not watching. "No one would mourn her." She says simply.

Symon stares at the mortal, aghast. What to do... he knows a little First aid, but that's not going to do it here. This isn't CPR or a choking victim, what she needs is more time. Time... Time! And he slips off his watch, the one his Da gave him for Christmas that has a calculator funtion in it and glows in the dark, and dropping it, he stomps it underfoot, crushing the delicate electronics in a desperate bunk.

And near the comatose mortal woman (Who was once a balor sidhe and might yet be again) they see Dirk's mouth open wide, almost unhinge, wide enough to bite a throat in one quick slice

And yes, some might see this (See your Perception rolls)

And ..for a moment, glamour bursts and there's a tick tick tick..and then.. everythings back... near Symon

And the woman gasps once.. twice

Out on the ice, Sylvi wonders why Symon went back indoors.

"Symon?"

His head jerks up, and he flails an arm in her direction, and is struggling to draw the woman out from under the table, to where Dagmar will see her piteously gasping for breath. "We need Sylvi!!"

Dagmar crouches down to scoop up the woman. "She's outside."

And there's a chomp sound.

"Can you hurry?" He tries to apply some basic first aid, but is fumbling...

And.. if anyone loose at hte balor again..her throat is missing.

Dag nods, carrying the injured woman to the dock.

Piper saw Dirk moving in, and turned away... a wince at the sound of the crunch, but.. her expression is set.

Brekke's expression is grim...but she continues to move out.

She makes her way to the factory floor...no fighting here....then on to the loading dock.

Piper trails after her, still carrying the knife - and had stopped to retrieve that nasty little gun, too, with the cold bullets. Both wrapped up and tucked under an arm.

Dirk looks a bit faded

But better than some

"Dirk," Brekke says without looking. "Use your dross."

"Yes, Chief" He says and some does flow

Piper offers her bundle to Dirk. "Can you hold this? DON'T eat it. It's the Balor's cold weapons." And she steps side, watching the rescuers tend their wounds, the prisoners milling about looking lost, and unsure, and she starts to sing. First softly, then she lets her voice rise a little, not loud, not insistent, but softly, letting the words carry over everyone, with an undertone of... hope.

Hello, my friend.
I remember when you were
So alive with your wide eyes,
Then the light that you had in your heart was stolen.
Now you say you that it ain't worth staying.
You wanna run, but you're hesitating.
I'm talking to me.

Don't let your lights go down,
Don't let your fire burn out.
Somewhere somebody needs a reason to believe.
Why don't you rise up now?
Don't be afraid to stand out.
That's how the lost get found.
The lost get found.

And hope fills those who were lost and now are found. Frank might be impressed, for it transcendds language and there is no loosening of inhibitions

Rather, there is a flush of hope in everyone who hears.

Brekke feels somewhat revived, and she raises a hand to Frank from the far end of the loading dock, waving him to go.

"Let us go," she turns, heading back to the portal towards the water.

Gerd looks to be nearly out of dross...and quite faded herself. She had opened Not one, but TWO Portal passages, possibly three... to get folks where they go.. and left them open this whole time

"We should clear out their armory..." Brekke hesitates, but then seeing Gerd looking so faded, she shakes her head. "Go, go..." she says to the others.

Ushering them out through the portal.

Gerd says "I guess we can use the regular doors now.." She says