Cian/Damia/Guy/Elvira
Guy followed the sounds of clattering and gunfire.
Word had traveled to the Mages Guild about a disturbance at the Aerodrome, but the secondhand descriptions had been vague at best, and he had scrambled quick-footed out the doors of the Tower with little idea as to what sort of wild fray he would be charging into this time. It had become something a strange trend during these past several months, but then, Guy wasn't one to hide himself away at the Tower at the first word of danger. He may not have been the perfect picture of heroism, but Sparrow couldn't afford to simply turn his back, and Guy Lenard had a reputation as an experienced battle mage to uphold.
So it was that the synergist found himself sprinting up behind the unknown man (one of the workers here?) and, with a well-practiced incantation, afforded him a quick round of Protect and Shell. Keeping a distance from the metallic creature scrambling around above them, Guy reached around for his boomerang. "Well then," he said cheerily, "seems like I've made it just in time!"
While he seemed comfortable enough joining in the chaos, Guy was not pleased to watch as another of these strange creatures began to scramble its way over in a fury. Just how many were there?