The Hunt for Le Fay: I'll have another fizzy cake, please

[Finola Marlowe]

"Wait...you know Jack," Finola said as she looked at Mr. Dragotti and Mrs. Brown. "I saw you briefly at that silly party in New York. I know where you can hide until those bigots are driven back..."

"Finola, please, be careful," Snape said as he watched her move toward Sparrow's friend and their housekeeper. "You may wish to take Shalandra with you."

"No, I need to stay here and help fend off those robed fools," Shalandra said as called Cicero over for one last peck on his head. "You go with your new master now, and you defend him and his house, Cicero. Protect them always."

"I'm going to set those wankers on fire," Sumner said as he bathed his right hand in fire and started to make a wall of it in the dining room near the doorway. "Watch yourselves!"

"Follow me," Finola said as she conjured a casting staff from thin air. It was made from an ebony-colored wood and had a rose quartz set in the top as a power amplifier. "I can get you to the tubes and help you get back home. They are like a teleportation device. You will need to warn the X-Men about this."
 

 

[Craig Dragotti]

Mr. Dragotti turned to Finola and nodded. ''Of course I'm familiar with Jack. Mrs. Brown and I live with him.'' It wasn't a sharp tone at all. He began to bite his bottom lip. ''I don't recall seeing you at the party.''

Mr. Dragotti's eyes were large after Shalandra mentioned staying behind. Frowning, he shook his head back and forth. ''Our enemies might...'' The pyrokinetic refused to finish that one sentence. He had no idea if Shalandra was powerful enough to defeat most or all of their enemies. He also wasn't certain if he was able to view her alive another time. The sight of Shalandra kissing Cicero caused sudden tears to form in his eyes.  

*I'm Cicero's new master. A possible final kiss? Shalandra is going to...* Mr. Dragotti thought. He began to shake his head in disbelief. *Maybe Shalandra will survive.* He smiled at Shalandra.

''Thank you for Cicero. I will protect him,'' Mr. Dragotti said. His smile remained as he faced Sumner. He viewed the other man using fire to create a wall. ''I was never with other pyrokinetics. Things will be very interesting,'' he said to Sumner.  

[Finola Marlowe]

"Shalandra! Where the sun rides the waves in darkest night," Finola said to the blue-hued woman before looking at Mr. Dragotti and Mrs. Brown. It was a code that both women seemed to understand, but it likely confounded everyone else. "I was sitting near Severus, but I didn't get to introduce myself before all those demons popped up. Now, please, follow me. Mister Sumner and Severus will make sure Shalandra is not left alone or injured. She is a daughter of Avalon, and she must survive this..."

Finola turned to look at the wyvern Cicero and thought back to the last time she had encountered such a creature. "The tubes are..."

"Blocked!" a cook from the kitchen shouted as he ran back into the fray with a large butcher's knife. "They have some army of winged men down there blocking the exits!"

"Bloody hell!" Sumner yelled as he kept his fire active on his hand as he prepared to push back the Purifiers. "Fi, any of the Macs in house?"

"Wait. Edward is here," she said as the rose quartz on her staff started to glow. "But he's a babe."

"Not an elder MacFeorais in the house? Lovely!" Sumner snapped as he looked back at Craig and Cicero. "Looks like it's you and me then. Care to help me roast these blighters?"
   

[Craig Dragotti]

''Remain with me at all times, Cicero.'' Mr. Dragotti concentrated on Shalandra after Cicero. He turned to a cook after the latter showed up. His eyes became wide as usual. ''The exits are blocked?'' he inquired. Mr. Dragotti faced Sumner and smiled. ''I'll be more than happy to aid you.'' Fire formed around a gloved fist.

[The Purifiers]

The Purifiers stormed the central hallway of the Mystic Council and started to fire on anyone in sight. Screams could be heard throughout the facility as gunfire rang out from every corner. Men with metallic wings started to fill the upper areas of the chambers, throwing blades from their wings as projectiles.

"We reclaim this ground for God! Burn it to ash, and we will rebuild anew!" one of the Purifiers yelled as more screams could be heard from outside the dining room area.

One Purifier started to fire on the group that had been dining together in the commissary, and the man aimed his rifle at what he assumed was a small demon. "I will send you back to hell, you demon spawn!" he said as he opened fire. 

[Craig Dragotti]

Mr. Dragotti gasped the minute he saw the Purifiers. Although he was with the mob at one time, the Purifiers' weapons seemed intimidating. He viewed the Purifiers shooting at Cicero. His eyes became wide. *Isabella is deceased due to me. I won't let Cicero die as well* he thought.

Mr. Dragotti seized Cicero and embraced him. ''I'll protect you, my new pet. I will not let anyone harm you.'' He smiled at the wyvern in case the latter was frightened.

Scowling, Mr. Dragotti turned and faced the Purifiers. They were going to suffer for attacking Cicero and the others. Fire formed around a fist again. He released a burst of fire from his palm. ''Here is a taste of where you're going. You will all die via fire and endure it in the afterlife.''

[Leo Sumner]

"Listen to the man and burn in hell, you wankers!" Leo yelled as he watched Craig taking care of the wyvern and preparing to send fire at those robbed bigots. It sort of stunned Sumner a bit because, to be truthful, he didn't think mutants liked magical things all that bloody much. Craig was proving him wrong, and that was new for the dabbler in the dark arts.

"You lot probably burned the witches in Salem and all through Europe, so you should pay for that, too!" Leo yelled as he sent his own fiery blast at the Purifiers. "I had friends that died because of your hatred, you self-righteous idiots!"

Leo nodded to Craig as the Purifiers kept advancing. "Give'em hell! They deserve no less!"

[Craig Dragotti]

*I couldn't protect Isabella. I'll protect Mrs. Brown, Cicero, and everyone else* Craig thought. He glanced at Leo. He couldn't help but smile at the latter's remark about the Purifiers burning in hell. One of his eyebrows went up after he viewed Leo releasing a fiery blast. ''Impressive ability,'' Craig muttered in a tone that wasn't sarcastic.

A grin began to form at a snail's pace. ''The Purifiers are going to perish slowly and painfully. They will die for everything they did. They must die for attacking us.'' Although he was a former mob boss, killing still appealed to Mr. Dragotti. He continued to grin as he released additional bursts of fire. 

[Ingrid Bjornstad]

Ingrid Bjornstad had been shuffled off to the Mystic Council by Stephen Strange after that mess of a party in Manhattan. It wasn't her fault she had been brought back to this dimension by the magicks of Morgan Le Fay, and she was not thrilled about being shoved back and forth until she could find her place in this world again. But then these men with guns showed up and started to make what was a quiet day in the company of mystics into a living nightmare.

As she came running through the main gallery of the Llyfrgell Taliesin, a string of gibberish in Welsh to many, or the Library of the Poet as it was called in English, Ingrid saw people in the dining hall battling more of these bigots wearing crosses. The robed attackers were being burned where they stood, and Ingrid saw the poetic justice of it all and smiled.

Ingrid banked around to the side door of the dining hall and came in behind those already involved in the battle. "Lady Fiona, the library is being destroyed," she said as she came to a halt next to blonde witch, "but the children in the daycare have been evacuated. Now, maybe I can help here."

Ingrid moved between Craig and Leo and started to chant as the fire started to form a cage around the Purifiers. The floor started to warp, and anyone inside the cage was slowly sucked through the floor. "Gentlemen, please, keep the fires steady. We may be in for a long fight. At least those maniacs are now truly in Hell with no hope of return."   

[Craig Dragotti]

Confusion caused Mr. Dragotti to tilt his head to one side after a very unfamiliar woman appeared. He turned to her after she got between him and Leo. His eyes became wide after fire formed a cage around the Purifiers. He watched as the cage got sucked through the floor. Craig focused on the woman for a moment. ''Remind me to never get on your bad side.''

[Finola Marlowe]

Finola wanted to correct poor Ingrid about her name, but now was not the time to do so. Craig was right about not getting on the young witch's bad side. Well, young by an immortal's standards anyway. Ingrid had been sent away long ago because of her powers, but that was not something the reformed mob boss needed to know just now.

"Yes, Mr. Dragotti, getting on Ingrid's bad side would be a very bad thing. Ingrid Bjornstad, Craig Dragotti and Leo Sumner," Finola said as she prepared for the next wave of lunatics to appear.

"Oh, I know Ingrid," Leo said with a very devilish grin. "I'm happy they got you out of that prison world where they stuck you, gel."

"Less chatter and more fire!" Finola shouted as what appeared to be a rocket was shot into the dining room from the hallway outside. "Craig, how are you holding up? And...."

Finola turned to see Mrs. Brown waving a huge frying pan at a Purifier.  "Oh heaven!" the witch shouted as Mrs. Brown knocked the attacker out cold. "I would not wish to be on her bad side either, Mr. Dragotti."

 

[Craig Dragotti]

Craig nodded at Ingrid. *Do I wish to know how many other enemies are going to appear?* he thought. He was startled after a rocket appeared in the dining room. His eyes were still wide as he took a deep breath. ''We will probably never get to relax!'' Craig groaned. His eyes widened for another reason as soon as Mrs. Brown used a frying pan to knock one of their enemies unconscious.

Another stream of fire emerged from the ex-mob leader's palm. He directed it at a Purifier. *None of the Purifiers are going to survive to see the sun* he thought. Craig turned his head before he glanced at Cicero. *Good. Cicero isn't harmed at all* he thought. He had to protect his new pet.