[center][b]Free Billy[/b][/center]
 
[u]Quartz[/u] 

The spirit let out a soft, warning hiss when Mr. Getskilled stomped his foot and nearly stepped upon him in the process. The man seem to demand an explanation for Eowyn's actions yet there was fear in his eyes over this utter chaos. Not that Quartz could blame him. Things went from a simple objective to utter panic when Eowyn's sword came down upon the man's foot and now it seemed the PR man's job would be at risk. If it wasn't for the uncomfortable pitch of the man's voice, followed by his little hissy fit then the spirit might've felt a little more sympathetic. 

Either way, it was done now as the crowd rushed away from the stage in full fledge panic. Like a stampede, they rushed away in disorder and haste the way a herd being attacked by a predator did. However, Quartz reasoned, Eowyn had moved off the stage at all. 

That's when the three shadows appeared. Strange, horned creatures with large horns and looked be a bizarre mixture of bat and dog flew overhead. Quartz smirked as he realized that perhaps Eowyn wasn't the total cause of the panic after all. Eowyn's voice caused both him and his holder to jerk in her direction when she said it was too late. Naturally, Quartz had agreed and before he could voice it, the knight was already apologizing. In moments she called out her spirit, an eight legged horse of brimstone and fire, then fused together. The woman's white flesh melted into the redden magma veins and cooled rock which formed her lower half. Then she vanished. 

Quartz blinked, both in awe and confusion, until he spotted one of the drogan had crashed into the ground. Even through the shouting and screaming, he heard the distinct canine yelp when hot hoof clashed into leathery skin. Meanwhile Mime clashes with another, knocking it away from Arlette with a flying tackle. 

Quartz sighed at the mess things became. "Either way, I agree with Eowyn Mr. Getskilled. It's too late to undo it, right now our job is merely damage control and to prevent anyone from getting hurt. I suggest, Mr. Getskilled, you and the other PR members get somewhere safe."

The spirit then turned to Nathair, his feathers pressed back when he spoke. "Nathair, you and Arlette aren't going to be much good in the fight with the crowd swarming about. We'll make our way towards Arlette and keep her out of the way while Mime, Remia and Eowyn handle whatever those things are. First things first..." 

Quartz's body started to shiver slight. His outside layer lightened into a whitish green the started to flake off, the fresh skin underneath was bright emerald in color. With each shedding the spirit grew until he was about the height size of a lynx (Candian species) when he stopped his shedding then turned back towards Nathair. "Keep close, I rather you not be swept up in the crowd." 

Nathair nodded then hopped off stage as Quartz glided down nearby, his long body slithered forward and parted the rushing sea of bodies. Mentally the spirit spoke to Mime, a faint hope the spirit would deliver the message to his holder. 'Coming towards Arlette and you. Can she meet us part of the way?'