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[b]Second Floor: Mirror Hall[/b]
Everything went to shit.

Moira swore as rubble rained down upon them. Rock, armour, weapons, [i]people[/i]. Well, at least they found the others, with Marcus in tow to boot. Shame they'd all probably be crushed to death. "AMY!" she bellowed, diving forward to catch the falling person nearest to her. It wasn't like she had the time to ask her to do that golden thing.

And then, deathly silence. Had... had the explosion silenced their reflections? The dust began to settle, allowing her to see the outlines of those still standing. Luckily for her, her armour protected her from the glass, and she had managed to avoid any of the more substantial debris. "Ey, nobody's dead are they?" she called out. She could hear Aria speaking at least. Oh hey, a sword! She'll take that thank you very much.

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Syed was bent over double, retching all over again. He held his trembling hands before him and stared at them for a couple of seconds, before he was bent over again. Marcus... what Marcus did. Pictures of electricity and flying glass and burning wood flashed in his mind. It was like that. It was like that, except Marcus did it willingly. Without harming even a hair on those around's heads.

He knew he was a powerful man, but he didn't realise he was [i]that[/i] powerful. A whole different level. Had he been holding back this entire time? Was... was he still holding back now? It [i]terrified[/i] him.

Were... were these even the real people he knew? Was this another trick? There was no telling in this room. They [i]felt[/i] real. He hugged himself, then slowly stepped forward towards the others shivering all the while. "D... does anyone need help?" his words felt odd and hollow and forced. He crouched down to pull the rubble off Dylan to the best of his ability, ignoring the blood which poured from the gash in the back of his shoulder.

Meanwhile, the black goo began to bubble up from beneath the rubble, slowly forming the shape of a certain berserker to join that of Lisette's shadowy doppleganger.