#earthrunes

And she takes to a run - sprinting for the broken window and the sky beyond.

((are they purely mechanical, or chimeric-mechanical?))

OOC: Chimerical Mechanical. BIC: Claire slashes one of the beetles, as does Coradel... but they swarm to consume. Delores makes a gesture "Sweepy Sweepy bugs so creepy! Do not touch Coradel! For bogan demands, and you must contend, with a kith that could clean HELL!" And does her best Malficient impersonation . A wave of Gimmix knocks back some but not all the mechinsecticchimera

And Sparrow closes on the gunman as she goes through the window. Her approach in the Wyrd makes his own seeming flare, and behind his cameo gear she can see hisface grow into swirling patterns. The treeasure gun comes up again as he tries to get a bead on her before she can close.

Her wings flare as she leaps - taking the sky in great gusty flaps, crossing the distance between buildings.

Coradel cannot help Deryn right now. She focuses on pushing the advantage after Delores clears away the first wave. She strikes and stabs and slashes at the things.

"SEE me, nocker! Know your foe, and let your heart quake!" She invokes more than just the wyrd, challenging the nocker, drawing his attention as a bunk.

Claire takes the breather to cast quicksilver on Coradel, and Coradel's strikes gain greater and greater speed sending mechanical legs and wings before the things can bite.

He fires again even as Sparrow draws on the beauty and glory of her kith and rank, a Baroness of dreams ancient and eternal, glorious and inspiring and terrifying! This is a shining one, a favored of the Tuatha, a SIDHE ! Worship her... and Despair. His bullet is wide, misssing because one can't shoot the sun. And he gapes

She banks on the wind, even as the bullet fires wide, before back-winging to drop into a landing by the sniper's perch. "Villain. "

The Sniper's eyes widen and despite his best efforts, he's helpless to do anything but gaze.

She sneers with contempt. "You will answer for this." She pulls the gun from his hands, well aware of what her aura is doing as she meets little resistance.

Coradel whirls, a spinning flame as she strikes first at one, then another of the little skittering things.

The sidhe looks for something to bind the nocker's hands. Though she oozes contempt, she doesn't ask questions - in this state, he couldn't answer them.

Coradel finds CLaire moving along too, slashing whirling as she has by now cast her own quicksilver.

Delores, slower, pounds one with a rolling pin. Where that pin came from is hard to say

And Sparrow takes the man's own belt from his waist, and tightens it around his wrists.

This part is fun, and Coradel bares her teeth in a vicious smile. Perhaps her foes are tiny, but they are many.

Less satisfying a fight, but Sparrow makes sure the nocker is secure. She slings his gun over her shoulder, but keeps the point of her sword against his throat. "Rise."

LaFair flies back but has found a piece of jewelry, a gift from a 'patron' perhaps, and from it chimerical flames dance and pop along the mechanical beetles.

The nocker swallows and rises, some part of his sense of self coming back enough to realize how he is pretty much dead if he tries to get tricky with a rapier at his throat

She allows the wyrd to fade. "We'll be going on a trip to see the Baron. I don't think he'll be pleased."

"He'll kill me, or worse. Look, I got furkin cash stored awaay, plenty. I saw you in there, you, you dressed down on purpose or maybe you couldn't afford the furkin good life. you let me go, and I swear I can get you ten K up front, double that later. I'll oath on it" The nocker pleads.

And in the Penthouse, the last beetle dies.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you started shooting. March."

As soon as the bugs stop moving, Coradel runs to the window to check on Sparrow. Yes, she's making herself a target. Fiona.

There is two nasty bites on Coradel's leg, and one along the arm of Delores. Claire, having come armored, is in better shape, but no one is in immediate dangers. LaFair says, "Normally my tea style isn't that western."

"I was going to ask, is this a regular occurrence?"

The Nocker eyes the ledge, "I don't furkin fly"

"No, you don't. We'll go down the old-fashioned way." The steel drags along his neck, going from his throat to a sensitive spot against his spine.

Coradel sees that Sparrow's got things under control, then looks back to the others. "Can either of you fetch the gunman here directly? He's restrained, but I have not the ability."

"Thank you" He says.

And starts marching.

Lafair says "I could try to fly him back but I think he might take liberties" Doubtful

Claire grins "No offense, but no way am I taking this one from Deryn. See how she's handling him? She's got her fierce noble on. Let her walk him. Exercise will do him good."

Delores says "We could call her cellphone and ask her where she plans on taking him?"

"Good idea." Coradel pulls her cell phone from a vest pocket and calls.

Her sword does not waiver, and any lollygagging brings a soft prick of pressure against his spine.

Sparrow's phone rings. Sounds like Coradel's Ringtone, which I assume is 'Roar' by Katy Perry

She answers with her off hand. "I think we'll need the car."

((Ha!))

Yes, the nocker keeps a steady pace.

"Deryn, wait there...if you bring him down through a building, more chances of him getting away. We can come across and meet you."

"Fine."

"We won't be long." She hangs up. "Miss LaFair, my apologies...we cannot stay for tea. Would you come with us to see the one who damaged your decor?" Coradel is striding for the door.

LaFair nods elegantly, "Normally I wear black for interrogation, but in this case white will have to do."

Sparrow holds the nocker, green eyes burning like balefire with righteous anger.

"Lovely. Let's hurry." She's pressing the elevator call button impatiently.

"Yeah, I want to talk to him too," Claire says darkly. Delores cleans herself off, and the group of them head down to join Sparrow.

Sparrow sees them approach and soon they're together.