[b][u]Academy of the Arts – Western Sector[/u][/b]
"...They're... they're going to take..." He pushed himself up into a sitting position gingerly once Estelle had left, a loose shards of glass falling from him as he did so, "...the [i]academy?![/i]"

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Syed locked eyes with Amy, distress quite evident on his features. Estelle's shouting had actually woken him up earlier, although in his dazed state he was quite content to just continue lying there quietly at the time. Especially as he was a bit paranoid the pain in the back of his neck might be a spinal injury. But this... this was one hell of a wake up call.

A part of him blamed himself. He sure enough knew he couldn't remember anything at all - the last thing he remembered was feeling something strange, a presence. That was it. And yet here he was, next to an unconcious Moira sprawled across what looked like a warzone. There had been a fight, and some way or another they lost. And as they lost... Angel had been taken. They were directly responsible for him being taken hostage. A student.

"This is a school, a place of faith..." he murmured, picking himself up. "It's supposed to be a [i]safe place![/i] Who does he think he is?!" Electricity began to spark across his body, his fists clenched by his sides. This... everything about this offended him at the most fundamental level. The Phantom was willing to hurt all these people... to take something so important... to harm a [i]student?![/i] Like hell would he let him!

Electricity practically exploded from his body, striking the chandelier and causing all the bulbs in it to blow. It left Syed stood shaking beneath it, the glow of his eyes and tattoo fading as it's swinging began to slow. He shrank back a little with guilt for the temporary loss of control.

"...Sorry," he said finally, his voice still shaking. "Thanks, Amy. For helping us." His eyes lowered to Moira, who still lay beaten and bloody on the floor. At least the cuts mostly seemed shallow. The worrying thing was for something to knock [i]her[/i] out of commission... what kind of blow must that have been?! "Don't worry about me, could you concentrate on her?"

He brushed some glass aside to allow himself to kneel down beside her, before taking her arm and trying to pull it over his shoulder. Trying being the operative word, as she was so heavy he nearly tumbled over trying to pull her up. She did groan, but she showed no sign of lucidity. Wake up Moira, please...

But maybe... he could do something about the weight. He was no wind mage, but... he closed his eyes for a moment, his slim brows knitting with concentration as his hands moved in those gestures of his. Then, in one fluid movement, he managed to actually haul her up, keeping one hand moving the entire time.

"I'm sorry... this is probably hurting her more," he said apologetically, looking down to his partner. The small sparks jumping from the metal plating of her armour betrayed how he did it - using his magic to share the weight. "It's the best I can do. I... urh... I can't keep it up long, though." He averted his eyes, before looking back to Amy with one of his trademark awkward dorky smiles. "So I hope you don't mind me saying, but I'm counting on you."

He then turned and began dragging Moira somewhat labourously towards the south. They needed to hurry!