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

If Trixie were attentive, she would have realized Fabian speaking his location into some communicator latched to his mask meant backup was coming. Which also meant his little threat had more merit than not. It really seemed like he wasn't going to spill the beans on where the Masked Phantom was; this didn't really help out Trixie's crew much at all, but at least that meant she get to keep taking his stuff. While Lute communicated with the other Pride members, Trixie dumped the rest of the pouch's remains into her hands and put them all away in her own pouches. "You really do have a lot of stuff! Hope you don't mind if I hold it for you. ♥"

As she resumed eying Fabian's person (and his butt in case he had guns in his pockets like she did), the Masked Phantom spoke into the communicator in Lute's hand. The prankster puffed her cheeks at this, knowing well that that was [i]not[/i] a good sign at all. But she couldn't loosen her focus on the captured thief. Trixie stood back up and resumed scouting position - eyes flitting back and forth between the boy and her surroundings. She also put her foot on his shoulder in an attempt to keep him in place... as well as to, of course, keep rubbing it in that the heroes had won that particular battle.

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

Their sprinting came to a brief stop the moment they entered the western sector. Namely because of the two knocked out bodies highlighted by the moon's shine, and the glass shards scattered by them. They cricked and cracked beneath the ladies' footsteps as they ran again to these bodies. Moira and Syed. Amy scowled at this, eyes turning to the busted window pane before returning to her fallen comrades. "Wasn't that aristocrat supposed to be with them?" She eyed out-of-place armored statue outside with contorted brows (while the other was lost somewhere in the shadows), but she thought nothing more of it.

Amy turned her attention to healing. While Syed looked mostly unharmed, despite being out cold, Moira's body and non-armored clothing was sliced and diced, presumably from the shards considering how shallow yet numerous they were. She would have never guessed the beserker's body had also been thrown around the way the Masked Phantom handled her, although the few bruises Amy also spotted were concerning as well.

The three guilders' bodies glowed with a beautiful golden aura as Amy worked to relieve Moira of her cuts and punctures and to rejuvenate them both. Her magic had grown enough to bring Lucien back from unconsciousness, though he was still recovering. As she chanted, she could only pray to Dyn that she could assist Moira and Syed next. They did not have much time to waste, if they wanted to get to Rose's section sooner than later. But she wasn't fond of just leaving them there either.

Her spells were momentarily interrupted by an unfamiliar voice buzzing on Estelle's communicator: the Masked Phantom. Amy merely scowled at this before returning to healing. Now they definitely needed to act quickly. "Please for the love of Dyn, get your asses up. Please."