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[b][u]Aliquam: The Academy of the Arts - Southern Section[/b][/u]

[i]“Trixie, can you go and see if miss Rose is injured?”[/i]

"Ah, ah!" Trixie called out, ignoring Lute's request. Her voice was nasally, thanks to the clothes pin clamped right over her nostrils. "This baddie likes tricks! Well, I got tricks too!" She wouldn't be able to sniff out their attacker in a stinky chaos like this, so she decided to forgo it altogether for another tactic: chucking her own stink bomb in the direction the opponent's came from. Trixie was able to whiff enough of the stench to know where the source was, and she wasted no time with retaliating.

Her grenade managed to glide over where Fabian's had crashed, though whether it landed anywhere near the offender, she was unsure. There was enough moonlight crawling in for her to maneuver decently in the darkness, but all the smog that came with all three bombs hindered the heroes even further. It was all touch and sound now!

After throwing her own stink, Trixie immediately whipped out her two guns, locked and loaded. The second she heard any skittering or thuds coming from the thief's movements, she would unload a barrage of bullets. "Echo! You can do soundsy stuff, right?" She did not looked back to him, instead staring in the direction the supposed Masked Phantom assaulted them from. "Lemme know if you hear any footsteps! Also please check on Miss Rosy too ♥"

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[b][u]Aliquam: The Academy of the Arts - Western Section[/b][/u]

[i]"You said you didn't know magic!" Moira hissed. "Liar!"[/i]

"Whoa whoa, easy, honey. I said I didn't use magic for art, not that I'm magic-free!" Angel called back as he continued scanning the room. Nada. Of course this thief remained put in the shadows; if Moira had been calling Angel out like that, he would too! Too bad the only source of light in the room was that of the moon, which only cleared one section and left many angles to be explored. Damn statues turned the room into a maze in the dark!

The aristocrat snickered suddenly. A thought crossed him by - "Wouldn't it be great if we just tore down the entire room? He'd only have the other statues to hide behind, until he high-tails it of course." He said it jokingly, but he contemplated it in all seriousness. Besides, the walls weren't worth as much as the statues anyway, right?

Something tittered along the moonlit flooring - his die, turning up a four. As Angel knelt down to retrieve it, the statues too began to move. Their movements were scarily fluid; even if they were unseen, the cranking of their leg parts and footsteps sounded much more natural than mechanical, as if they were manned. One remained by the double doors, its head shifting side to side. The other sauntered into the darkness, holding out its spear towards the wall like a metal detector as it moved. It froze still after a meager distance traveled.

The die dropped once again: three. The exploring knight began moving once again. In the meantime Angel turned away from where his statues came from and began heading towards the other end of the long room, sticking to the moonlit surfaces. "He's still gotta be in here somewhere. Unless... he's not." The aristocrat spoke all too casually.

Unbeknownst to both Angel and Mattis, the sculpted suit of armor was coming straight towards the thief.