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

Eowyn's attempt to keep the glass together had proven futile. Not just that; the situation changed completely. The monster-fish had broken out and something crazy was happening to the crowds... As well as two of their own. 

“Eowyn, maybe could you create a crude pond or something for our little fishy friend.” Quartz asked her, but Eowyn hadn't the faintest idea how... Not to mention the way Sleipnir thought was far different from Quartz.

“It need not last another breath.” The horse spoke it's mind through Eowyn's mouth. “Hear me, I shall ride into battle! I shall not be vetoed of bloodshed!” The centaur let out a warcry, and galloped forward. But the entities were conflicted... As loud and commanding Sleipnir's voice sounded, Eowyn's contrasted with doubt.

“Sleipnir, that fish is important.” Eowyn spoke in her mind, Simon had said so after all, “And Quartz is right, the bigger fish may be related. We don't want to make it angry.”

“Cease this absurd speculation.” Sleipnir dictated, taking reign of their combined form “We shall compensate for it's indignation with that of our sword!” The horse claimed, as it galloped past the giant snake and towards the menacing marine giant. 

“But the Library wants it-” Eowyn protested, but far too weakly to even scratch Sleipnir's will. She didn't want to cause trouble, but in truth she also wanted to protect Remia and Arlette from whatever was heading their way. She was more determined to have them come back alive, than to obey the Library...

“We crave no approval from a mortal, we seek entrance to Valhalla!” Sleipnir sensed Eowyn's feelings, even if it's own were far different. At the edge of the water, the centaur halted abruptly, before planting it's sword within the sand. “Surtr's Wake!” The ground began to shake, and the sand to rummage. From below the ocean floor it rumbled; and in a massive burst of rock and fire; a stream of lava shot up at the giant fish from below; towards it's belly. It was a two-fanged attack with Quartz' Aztec Winds; hitting the fish hard from multiple angles.

[b][center]A Clayman's Finale[/center][/b]

“Whoah, whoah, whoah!” Lux shouted as he and Salia were suddenly pushed through a maze of dark sliding tunnels. This wasn't what he had planned for at all. The roughness of the ride reminded him of Noelle's or the Queen's treatment; but nothing so much hurt him as slamming down on a cold stone floor and soon after, involuntarily breaking Salia's fall, as the rook landed on top of him.

Every part of Lux' body ached. He'd be lucky if he hadn't broken anything, he thought, but as he tried to pick himself up, Lux found that Salia wasn't the only one with an injured limb anymore... His right arm had tried to brace him from the fall, and had been squashed in the process. “Of all things going limp right now,” Lux muttered to himself, before his attention shifted from the pain in his arm to the sight in front of him.

“Didn't expect to see you again so soon, Maria.” Lux habitually joked, as he stretched out his arm and called for a greenhouse spell to surround the stone golem. This time however, he wouldn't throw his lightning at it (even if he had been left-handed, he still couldn't get up quickly with Salia on top of him) but summoned his frost mists to freeze his mist and expand outwardly between the cracks of the golem. With a little luck, he'd be able to take down two of them in one day.

If not... Well, hopefully Salia or Maria would be so kind to help him up...