Reinholdt/OPEN! - Catherdral heading to Tower!
"Oh hoho~!" Reinholdt's cheerful laugh echoed against the crashes of metal with monsters, and spells booming around the area. Quickly, he suddenly disappeared, only reappearing a few seconds later on the run with a hand-bomb (golden with purple trim) lobbed off to his left, taking out an Earth Elemental on his sprint through the streets.
The street began to rise below his feet, and Reinholdt went with it, running up the rise and leaping over the chasm created as it cracked and broke without a second thought. Vivian had once been an ally, a party member, and now she was the threat. He'd feared this might happen all along, but had prayed against it the whole time. He ought to have known better by now.
A large knife was produced from his suit jacket sleeve, and with a flick of his wrist it was sent sailing through the air into an eye of an Adamatitan that was attempting to sneak up on a group already engaging another beast of sorts - he hadn't caught which - alerting them to its presence by its howl of pain, as he continued quickly on his way. He had to make it to the Mage's tower, he had to set this right, and one way or another, he was sure he would.
A Babil turned on a group that was struggling against it, and with a shift of his wrist, a set of dice slipped into his hand before being flung in the direction of the monster. Thundaga burst to life and push the beast back, hopefully long enough to buy the group the time it desperately needed to get back on their feet.
He didn't know how, he didn't know when, but either himself, or the Mages of the guild needed to take Vivian down, they were the only ones justified in righting this heinous wrong.