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Damn it, where the hell is Uriel?! I could relly use a Molotov right now! Jacob thought as he fired another shot in the direction the enemy bullets were coming from. He did not know how much ammunition they had, but he hoped they'd need to reload soon.

(Coming from: Down by the River)

Uriel looked thru a window .
He had an excellent view on their attackers, and he was almost certain that nobody
Noticed him.
He slowly opened the window, took one of his molotovs, lit it and threw it towards The shotgun wielding boy.

Adam was crouching behind a bush when he heard a loud crash and the area began to get quite hot. He glanced up and saw that the tree immediately above him was on fire, the remnants of a molotov cocktail on the ground several feet from him. Shit, thank god for small favours... Adam thought as he jumped away from the bush to avoid being cooked like a Christmas turkey. Diving over to another tree, he aimed the shotgun up at the open window and fired once quickly, before running over to the path and diving behind another one of the trees. He couldn't help wondering where Hawley had gone off to...

Hearing the rush of flames, the sound of running feet, and the shotgun blast, Jacob leaned his hand out again to fire at the area the footsteps stopped. He was starting to really think he could win this gun battle.

He blinked hearing glass break, not surpised when he saw flames. Swore these two where trying to rid the island of all forms of woodland by setting it ablaze.

Hearing another loud shot from the shotgun, he shot up from his hiding place and tried to angle his shot around the corner of the school building, firing another round.

Jacob couldn't help but flinch a bit as he heard the whistle of a bullet passing in front of him but missing both him and the school wall. Once again he fired, noting that it was getting quite monotonous. The life and death struggle almost becoming a routine as he waited for the return volley, then opened fire in a seemingly never ending cycle.

Uriels hart filled with fear when his target rolled out of danger and fired his shotgun.
The witchhunter ducked as fast as he could, and dodged the shrapnel that would’ve end his quest.
Holy father in heaven, give me the strength to survive this epic battle.
He knew that he wouldn’t be safe there, so the boy crawled towards the door,
Rolled thru the opening and ran down the hallway, towards his ally : Jacob Starr.

Seeing Uriel exit the school and approach him, Jacob gave a curt nod to the other boy and motioned at the other two while firing, silently telling Uriel to throw the last Molotov at them, preferably right between the two.

My last chance, uriel thought.
He took his last Molotov, lit it, and threw , hoping that it would land where he wanted.

Adam looked up again and saw yet another molotov cocktail hurtling towards the space between him and Hawley. Already having his shotgun ready, he did the only thing he could think of to syop it - he raised his gun and fired at the approaching cocktail. The pellets ruptured the bottle and the momentum of the pellets send the gasoline and bottle hurtling back towards the school, leaving what seemed to be a wall of fire between Uriel and Jacob and Adam and Hawley. Looking around, he tried to scan for Hawley in the fire and smoke that was filling the area. They needed to leave, and quickly.

Coughing through the smoke, Hawley sat up somewhat readjusting his bag onto his back and begun crawling, at least the best he could on his knee, back toward he remembered seeing Adam.

"Oi... Adam?" Hawley questioned softly, blinking and looking about trying to spot his ally.

"Damn." Jacob muttered as the Molotov was shot out of the sky, making a wall of fire between the two groups. Aiming where he last heard the shotgun, Jacob fired all three rounds in the chamber and went behind the wall to reload.

Uriel screamed in pure frustration .
Smoke filled the no mansland between the two groups, making it almost impossible to see.
They will not escape us again !
Brother ! Let us use this Chaos and attack the enemy while they are disorganised .
Now is the time to engage them in close combat. What do you say, my friend ?

Finally spotting Hawley a few feet away, Adam took a chance as he got up and started to run over to his ally. Diving behind the bush, he grabbed his pack on the way and rolled to a stop beside Hawley. Coughing in the smoke, he nodded to Hawley.

"Hey man, what's up? These fuckers sure like to burn things, eh?"

Jacob nodded in agreement. "We'll charge them through the flames while I keep them pinned with my bullets." he said, drawing his knife in his left hand and shooting where he had just heard voices. "Charge on my mark."