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[b][u]Thaum: Group B[/b][/u]

Aria blocked out the taunts as best as she could, instead opting for dodging to the side as a mirror with her warped reflection inside shot past her with a loud “[i]Wheeee![/i]” before shattering down onto the stony floor and shattering into pieces. 

She barely heard Xan’s question of the shattering glass and the booming voice that followed closely after, before she watched in horror as the mirrors revealed what was happening to the rest of the Pride through a green haze of noxious gas. Don was already out, lying sprawled out on the floor as the rest of them hacked and coughed. 
Things seem bleak until inexplicably, Marcus’ eyes began to glow as magic circles formed across the walls of the room and with a deafening rumble the room [i]exploded[/i], as did the roof of the mirror room. 

Aria jumped back as a particularly large chunk of ceiling smashed down in front of her, followed by a suit of armor and Selan who narrowly missed falling onto the sharp spikes of the metal armor. 

“Selan! Are you alright?” She darted over to the Songstress, dodging some last bits of falling debris and giving the woman a quick inspection. Twisted limbs- nope, gaping wounds- nope, breathing- she was coughing out a bit of dust and green fumes, but otherwise check. “Can you stand?” 

The room was now littered with broken glass, patches of black ooze, armor and large chunks of wall and ceiling as well as the various groaning bodies of the Pride. Miraculously nobody had been squashed and they were all finally accounted for. They weren’t out of danger yet, but Aria let out a sigh of temporary relief. At least everyone was still alive.