Sasha had made her way down, moving through the crowd with a recognizable ease, as people allowed her through. She wasn't too sure what to make of the attention, the recognition and the...fame. One brae soul sought to grope her, and at once, Sasha snatched his hand, which would become quite cold. [color=6ecff6]"you want to keep that hand, Sir, you are going to want to make sure it is no where near me"[/color] she said pleasantly enough, before moving on, now unhindered as she hurried to Karn's aid. 

Arriving just in time to see the stranger removing the lacrima from Karn, Sasha at once threw up some ice walls, containing the stranger, Herself, Karn and whoever else was there, but also subsequently making the stairs of the stadium quite slippery indeed. 

[color=6ecff6]"you're going to want to hand that back over, kid."[/color] she said softly, wondering where this...bravado was coming from. Perhaps she was merely channelling her edo self. [color=6ecff6]"returning it to my friend"[/color] she didn't think the [i]or else[/i] was necessary.

[hr]

Michael let out a slow breath as Prince seemed to become better, if only slightly. Perhaps moving away from deaths door. [color=00a651]"I don't think you'll be walking out of here, quite yet"[/color] he said, rising and looking about.'the fact that the whole thing was on display seemed rather...rude to Michael, but there wasn't anything to be done about it

Mean while, Balthazar was watching the confident stranger, and rolled his eyes at the comment, the demon scoffing "Michael wouldn't have left me here if he didn't trust I could handle myself. And if he didn't believe he was right that you have something to do with this. He may seem timid, but you've hurt his friend, so I'd be at least wary if I were you" 

There was, oddly enough, affection in the demons voice, as he studied his nails, almost appearing bored.

[@silver fox]