“You don’t have nice friends” Kathlin informed Lisa-Lithrielle lightly as she stared at Epic Showdown : Serphia VS Puppet-Malizia. The chevalier did little but groan feebly in response as the girl stood, lifting the gigantic elf with her and darted for the door in one motion, which had been left ajar by Valion and Sharon’s recent exit.

As she paused for breath with a solid chunk of oak between herself and the battle raging inside, Kathlin noted her cloak, now hanging empty with a large slash in one side. “Oh…that was silly, me”

“…..”

[i]“What is she doing?” [/i]

The girl thought as she peered back into the room, with Liaena standing bewildered right in the middle of it, still holding a vial as though she had no idea what to do with it. “Li, come over here, before you get sword-ed”

[i]“What is going on!?”[/i]

Liaena could only stare around the room in confusion as she attempted to make sense of her surroundings. Valion appeared to have frozen, and instead chose to loom over her in an ominous sort of way (as that elf lost interest in the illusion to avoid getting sword-ed). The room around her was a mess of confusing shapes and a blur of noise. The one constant was the vial in her hand. 

The vial was no longer in her hand. 

Liaena flashed straight into attack-mode as the potion she was holding was suddenly and unexpectedly ripped away by unknown forces. Going for her satchel, more invisible forces obstructed her and forced it shut as she tried to go for more ammunition. Kathlin meanwhile, waved her free hand – while doing her best to fend off the flailing girl – in front of the shorter girl’s eyes. “Hey Li, how many fingers? No?”

Glancing around quickly, Kathlin’s eyes lit upon Silje-Serphia, lying crying and groaning on the floor by the gigantic mahogany desk. Reaching over, the girl yanked the short dagger at the ‘Captain’s’ hip out of its sheath with her free hand, to slice through the strap holding the satchel to her friends body. Liaena successfully disarmed, with a gentle push Kathlin sent the other girl floating gently through the doorway to the office, the latter flailing around and screaming incoherently about ‘ghosts’. “I’m going to maintain later that this was for your own good, you know”

“….”

“You should probably leave too, before collateral happens” Kathlin observed as she grabbed Silje-Serphia by the scruff and, with very little effort, towed her towards the exit. Tossing the gigantic elf through it, the girl spared a glance behind her at Rithrynn and also the combined forces of Night-Elf might, magic and…was that a draenei? That definitely wasn’t there earlier….before she also dived through the doors and shut them firmly behind her. 

“Light….”

The girl sighed as she slid down the giant doors, before catching the eye of Silje-Serphia. Somehow that girl was still conscious, even after the fairly harsh beating she had sustained at Actual-Serphia’s hands. “Did you know that that was a death knight?”