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[b][u] Academy of the Arts - Northern Section[/u][/b]

Marcus felt the wind get knocked out of his stomach as a hand suddenly grabbed him in mid jump, driving him to the ground and kicking him harshly again in the same spot. The presence of a shadowy figure lurched on top of him and pushed something closed over his nose and mouth- a rag with a powerful chemical agent designed to send the victim to unconsciousness. With the precise manner in which his attacker had drove much of Marcus’ breath away from him already, it would take only seconds for the rest of the agent to drive a normal man into unconscious oblivion. 

But Marcus wasn’t a normal man. 

His body reacted instantaneously, almost by itself. Energy flared and warped around him, and much to Jay’s frightful disbelief, a powerful gust of wind gripped him from his feet, flipping him up as a surge of wind pushed him backwards, spinning backwards into the air with a scream. What the heck?!

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Dalia’s own eyes widened at the surprising scene before her- the aura flying in the air, spinning and awash with a great many blurring colours. There could have been no doubt… this was the culprit! “There!” Dalia shouted with her finger pointed. Simon’s camera turned, and the beam of light from it illuminated Jay’s body. The thief was already turning in midair, his practiced litheness making him ready to hit the ground running, and move to a more advantageous position. He still didn’t know how that man was able to resist, unless he was a lot more powerful then he first assumed… had he bitten off more then he could chew? Himself, alone, against six of them? These guys weren’t like those priests and priestesses… these were professionals. Guilders?

Jay’s body elegantly hit the ground in a crouch, his legs springing him forwards to run and escape by hiding amongst the rows of seats again…

…but he didn’t get far before smashing his head against a cold bar of steel and stumbling backwards and onto his rear. A low groan of pain mumbled from his lips. 

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“You did it, Dylan!” Aria exclaimed as she looked upon her team’s handiwork. The light from Simon’s camera illuminated Jay in all of his splendour, trapped within a large steel cage drawn and constructed into reality by the sketching Matter Artist. Jay was pinned and trapped on all six sides, unable to escape, with the rest of the group quickly regrouping towards him. 

“This… isn’t the Masked Phantom…” Dylan frowned, looking at the strange attired man. “Who are you?” Dylan asked, keeping a wary distance from the man. Jay was now their prisoner, and he meant to get some answers from him. 

“Cough… cough…” Further down the row of seats, Marcus unsteadily rose to his feet, clutching onto one of the chairs. He stared daggers in Jay’s direction. 

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

[i]“Good work, Mattis.”[/i]

With their focus completely absorbed on their opponent within the room, the same, one who had sneaked up on them and taken Syed out before any of them could realise it, neither Moira nor Angel expected or anticipated that they could be interrupted by [i]another[/i] opponent… 

The windows all shattered at once, glass raining down over the swearing Moira and disbelieving Angel, as a shadowy figure’s silhouette stood illuminated in the moonlight behind, the locks of his hair fluttering. His mouth opening revealed teeth glistening a pearl white smile. 

The glass didn’t stay scattered across the ground for long. Before Moira or Angel could react, they all shot up into the air, and began instantly spinning around Moira, too fast and haphazardly for her to predict. More and more lurched into the air, becoming one with the dizzying vortex. Individual pieces began flying out it, nicking her body at intervals all over where the armor didn’t protect and drawing sharp, shallow cuts across her skin, before becoming a part of the bladed vortex again – the glass spinning faster and faster, too quickly to keep up with or attempt escape. From outside of the dome, Angel was left free, but it was impossible for him to move in and help Moira… without being shredded to pieces.

And at the same time, it gave Mattis the perfect opportunity to strike.