[center][b]Free Billy[/center][/b]

[u]Quartz and Nathair[/u]

Both Nathair and Quartz had made their way off the stage. They rushed deep into the pushing crowds, men and women rushing about in utter panic, as a muffled voice rang over the screams. It was Mr. Getskilled. Quartz snorted at the PR head's late request about not making more of a fuss and "concern" over the creature's well being, mainly it's worth. It made the snake's skin quiver in anger and replied back just before his figure slithered among the many feet, vanished behind Nathair. 

"It's a little late for that! Our main concern is making sure both lives, animal and human make it out alive. Personally there's better places and times to release that thing, now isn't one of them!" Quartz shouted back, his body moved forward and in front of his holder. His form pushed and shoved away to part the frantic sea of living. 

 Already the fight between Mime, Remia and Eowyn ended fairly quickly which caused Quartz to wonder why the Drogans had been sent out at all. Wasn't it to stop the librarians? Nathair picked up on Quartz confusion and gave his own answer to it. "It was made to cause panic. Look around, what better way to stop our then by making it harder to complete our task? We're limited by the crowd." 

Quartz paused for a second, absorbing the fact which was sound and sensible. Then broke off part of the way changing his course for the wagon, the creature suctioned to the glass and head butted it until cracks had started to appear. Water started to spring from the blemishes, poured in tiny streams upon the hot sands, leaving dark spots as the water level crawled lower. If the animal continued then it was likely it wouldn't have a tank for much longer. 'Nathair, you keep heading towards the others. I'm going to delay the wagon.' He mentally ordered his Holder, Nathair's head nodded and once more returned to pushing his way through still only half way from where he was suppose to meet the others. 

Meanwhile it didn't take long for Quartz to approach the wagon, his eyes watched the beast still beating against the glass and another activist trying to hush it. Quartz just mused within his mind at the fruitless effort of the man hushing the creature, sounding more like hissing then anything calming. Even Nathair knew better and would've covered the animal up, bidding it's sight from the chaos outside to sooth it's raw nerves. Not wasting his time explaining matters to the activist, Quartz slithered closer to the wagon axel. He whipped his tail about and latched upon the axel's center. Once attached, his muscles started to constrict in an attempt to break it as he pulled back to slow the wagon's way to the ocean.