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

The second the Masked Phantom brought up his plans to basically rob the entire academy, Trixie's initial reactions were to scream into the communicator: [i]"I told you! I told you I told you I told you, but nooooo, no one wanted to listen to me!"[/i] But then the little runt opened his mouth again and Trixie fumed. She forced more pressure on his shoulder via her foot, though before she could bark back, Lute was attacked. Luckily he managed to stagger back to his feet, but just barely; he couldn't even stand straight.

From the looks of it, Rose was beginning to worry too, but she was far too injured to strengthen her grip on Fabian. If she loosened her hold any further than she had... Well, Trixie had taken most of Fabian's gear. But he was a trickster just like her, and she didn't want to risk him having more up his sleeves. Despite the 'MP making some deal with Estelle and the others, it seemed some battles still had to go down.

Trixie called for Rose's communicator. Once it was tossed and in her nimble hands, Trixie whipped out one uzi while she held the communicator to her mouth with her other hand. She aimed the barrel down various directions, and sniffed madly at the air around her. "Help! Someone, please help! Mayday, mayday!" she cried out. She pressed down on the seated boy further, so that he ended up leaning forward over his legs instead of sitting upright. Seeing how lithe his body is, it wasn't so much painful as it was compromising and more difficult to get out.

Unless of course the shadowed thief got to Trixie next. With Rose already handicapped and Lute on his way to dreamland...

She suddenly unleashed a barrage of bullets in one direction. "Lute! Lute, he's over there! I can smell you!" With all the gunfire then, it would be difficult to track the thief down if he had moved from his previous spot, especially in all this darkness. Trixie could only hope she nailed him as she waited for help to arrive. If it ever did.

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

While they weren't moving fast, they were still moving. Every step brought them further to the southern section, and Amy did what she could to continue feeding more spells to Moira's unconscious body. Hopefully her groaning from earlier was a sign that she would reawaken soon, but even then, the duo was still remarkably injured. Would they be able to fight under these conditions? If not, was it worth it to spend all her energy here when the others were struggling?

She hated to think like this, but time was working against her. Especially with the sudden sound of gunfire further down the halls (though out of sight), accompanied by Trixie's shrills. It was dangerous for a weaponless healer to rush into battle, but her help may be what they needed to keep on their feet. Despite whatever conversation the others were having with the Masked Phantom now, there was still chaos unfolding in the premisses. She looked to Syed with a pained expression as she imbued Moira with another, final golden hue. "I pray that's enough to get her back to her feet," she muttered distastefully, turning away from the two. With that she took off running towards the other group.

Her suspicions were correct; they were just right around the corner. Amy continued following the sound of gunfire, eventually coming across Rose and a fallen Sebastian. The aristocrat was seated, her ankle twisted awkwardly, as she strained to keep the vines in control of Fabian; Amy couldn't figure out what exactly Rose was doing from where she stood, but whatever it was, she needed some help. Amy stepped forward some more, her heels clicking on the marble floor, and thanks to the light from Trixie's gun she was also able to make out where she and Lute had been standing.

She sighed silently. Thank Dyn none of the fighters were knocked out. While Rose too needed the help, she decided against it for her first move, though she stood by her as she chanted. At once Lute's body glowed with a warm gold, and something transparent materialized behind Trixie's head and neck. Like the backside of a helmet too big, the manifested floating shield followed as she turned her head to see Amy there. "Ames! You came!"

Amy did not reply, instead focusing her chanting on Lute. Anything to keep this kid on his feet.