Desmond watches as Otael uses his hook as leverage. He snaps his finger and grabs his sword.

"Wait, this won't hold out. This is thin..," Desmond muttered. He spots Jessica's sword on the ground beside her and he rushes to her side. "Forgive me, sister," The stitcher stopped on his words, surprised he said them. "I need to use your sword. Mine is weaker so lend me your strength."

With that, Desmond took the blade and wedged it between the door. Ghan took notice and grabbed the blade whilst Desmond had the handle. They both heaved.

"We have to get this open! Ravin! Gabriel! Adric! Anyone!"

OOC: I wanted to post something earlier but, whatever it doesn't really matter

Jessica wanted to take out the sword by herself but she couldn't move yet, only quick small movements and Jessica could only say to Desmond in a really worried and tired tone "Be careful...please...". A single tear rolled down from her face out of frustration for not being able to help her friends when they needed it...

Ravin had searched fruitlessly for the bastards that hurt Lady Jessica. He had been on their trail for so long, when suddenly it vanished, as if it had never existed. He decided the best course of action would be to return to the cemetery. But what a sight he beheld when he arrived. His allies were strewn everywhere and he could hear fighting from inside the crypt. A few of his friends were attempting to open the door. Seeing no use for his talents outside, Ravin joined his comrades in attempting to open the door. He only hoped he was able to open it in time to aid his comrades and fight whatever had dared to harm them.

Nikita was knocked off of his feet for only a split second, which was enough for Marcus to rush the vampire beast with his sword. However, Nikita took this oppurtunity as a backflip, landing on his feet and clashing swords in a pluming barrel of fire that lit up the entire room for only another split second. He then slashed the sword horizontally.

OOC: One more post, outside guys.

Quote from Winterfront

OOC: One more post until what?

[OOC: Until the door opens.]

Desmond nodded to Ravin and Otael. "Come on! We need to get in...!"

The stitcher and Ghan pulled on Jessica's blade, the makeshift lever began to pry open the door ever so slowly.

Otael was putting as much strength as he could into moving the door, but it was still not enough. The door was slowly budging, but was barely giving as they worked their pry-bars. He gave himself some extra oomph as Fluffy ran down Otaels mass. She wedged herself in the the crack and started pushing against the door as well.

The Minister's large blade cleaved towards the vampire. Should he dodge backwards or even jump away then the minister would break his sword back into the crossbows and begin firing at him. Should he dive to the side he planned to follow with a kick or a punch, whichever seemed more appropriate.

"Which demon lord did you have to pleasure for your power, foul beast?" The preacher taunted.

Adric and Samson wandered a bit behind Ravin, but were caught off guard by Ravin suddenly running towards the crypt. Adric was a bit offended. His company was the best company anyone could be offered, and Ravin had so rudely rejected it. Adric didn't have long to be offended as he saw Ravin rush to the crypt and aid the party in trying to open it. Adric and Samson both picked up their pace and arrived in a state of confusion. What was going on? Why was everyone trying to open up the crypt? Where were half of their companions? And why was it taking them so damn long? Adric found a nice spot that was currently unoccupied by anyone trying to pull the door open. He grabbed it. Adric grabbed his right forearm and the whirring became louder and louder, until it became audible to everyone around him. Suddenly it stopped with a click. Adric pulled with the force of a dozen horses, and Samson saw an opportunity. There was already a small crack in the doorframe, large enough for something small to slip through. Conveniently enough, Samson was something small. He squeezed past the rabbit blocking his way, and managed to arrive on the other side with an audible pop. He saw Liss on the floor and a very angry looking vampire. Samson called down the stairs

"Hey bozo! Whadya think you're doin, tossin around my best gal?"

Jessica couldn't take it anymore, she was there lying on the ground whike her friends were getting killed and badly injured. "I... can't stay... here...". Her body hurt as hell, her broken ribs wouldn't let her breathe normally, her broken arm felt like a horrible sting that was constantly torturing her... but that didn't hurt as much as hearing the screams of her friends getting hurt or even worse. By pure force of will, Jessica pushed her body against the tree and using her legs she pushed herself up, neither her spirit or her legs were broken... and her friends needed her aid. She waited until she could regain her balance groaning in pain with each movement.

Then again, more screams were heard from inside, unlike others she could hear them clearly this only made her want to help even more. She started to walk slowly towards the door, after about a minute she finally reached it, she ignored all the pain and grabed the habdle of her sword that was holding open the door but the gap wasn't big enough yet she took the handle with her good arm and pushing with all her strenght, she started to pull to open the door once and for all.

Ravin took a quick step away from the door. Now with Jess, though weakened, and Adric's arm device, there was more than enough strength to open the door. He took this time to truly prepare himself. He took out a vial of the venom from the spider, opened it, and applied a bit to the blade of Cerulean. After running multiple tests on whatever small animals he found on their journey from Worborrow, he found out it was a very potent neuro-toxin. Excellent. This should stop anything, even a vampire. After that, he downed the rest of it. What would it do to him? Paralyze nerves he didn't have? This would be a fight to remember, for better or for worse

Boris later feels his strength returning after resting with Lissette, who refused his comfort at first. He set Lissette against the wall and, with all his might, he lift himself off the ground, still keeping his injured foot lifted in the air. Using his staff to facilitate his balance, he gazed at the malevolent vampire with fierce anger in his eyes. After learning from his prior attempt in attacking Nikita, it's best to keep his distance from him at all costs, but enough to inflict some form of damage against him. He quietly whistled to one of the birds in his wicker hat and summoned it to perch on his finger. A blue jay, one of his favorite type of birds.

He looked around his surroundings for any opportunity to corner Nikita and provide enough time to get his teammate's shit together. A proper distraction will suffice, for what other option can he choose. The bird elevated in the air as, with the snap of his fingers, Boris shrunk the blue jay as small as a mosquito. He signaled a certain whistle to the jay and commanded it to cause as much annoyance to Nikita as possible. Without hesitation, the tiny blue jay darted through the air and into the lobe of the vampire's ear, chirping mercilessly as it swarm around him in a blinding speed.

OOC: I'm gonna have to be creative with magic.

Ahriman hissed as he picked up his arm. If he weren't dead, he'd be unconscious from blood loss. the sword went through his armor and flesh, but by some miracle, the cut was almost completely flat. Ahriman shoved his arm back into the socket, using his shock magic to weld the metal back together. The arm was far from combat-ready, but he made the most of the distraction and dedicated his mana to mending the flesh. He had been watching Gabriel heal his comrades, and slowly worked out how to knit bones. As soon as the flesh was intact, mana seeped into his marrow, expanding tendrils within like sutures to pull the fracture together. It would take a while for the fracture to fully repair, but at least he could use it for spellcasting. He began inspecting the others, deciding he would take on a supportive role and make the most of his magic. He could not effectively fight in this condition.

Marcus drew his sword close to him after the two blades collided. Now holding his sword vertically, Marcus side-stepped Nikita's slash and with great speed he unleashed a mighty slash of his own that would rip from the vampire's shoulder into his sternum. No one would harm his Lissette and live to tell about it.