“Leave the opening of the next act to me, I will buy us some more time, but be ready. Once Beatrix enters the skirmish.” Wylde said as she was frantically dressing up in the next stage clothing for herself. This one was quite form fitting, without sleeves, and as a corset in the front. Additionally she quickly put on a white mask that hid the face as she made a few acrobatic jumps to land on the stage once more, appearing with a blast of smoke.

 “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! HONORABLE QUEEN BRAHNE AND PRINCESS GARNET! RESPECTED GENERAL BEATRIX!!!” Wylde started addressing towards everyone in a grand manner of speech, befitting a stage play.” WITH THINS THE ACT IS OVER AND ANOTHER BEGINS. OUR HEROES DEFEATED THE TRAITOROUS SWORN BROTHER AND NOW MARCUS AND HIS FRIENDS NEED TO BRING THE PRINCESS TO SAFETY, AWAY FROM HER FATHER!” She stated, making a spin, noticing the general and her troops had arrived and just in time at that.

 “THIS ACT WILL BE GRAND! OVER HALF A LIFE OF PREPARATIONS FOR THIS ONE PLAY!!!” She called, probably to quite confusion of the audience. Then she reached to her mask and threw it high into the air so they can recognize her. After all she was formerly working under Beatrix.

 “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN NOW FOR THE EXCITING ENDING OF THIS RENDITION OF ‘I WANT TO BE YOUR CANARY’. FOR THE PRINCESS WE SHALL STEAL AWAY!” She swung her arm to the side as smoke erupted on both sides of her.

 “I’ve waited years for this moment, general.” Wylde said, pointing her arm forward.” COME FORTH, HATRED OF THE AGES! DEEP FROM THE ABYSS! HEED MY CALL, CASTANICA!!!” She called, as the air behind her cracked and a huge pure black fracture appeared in the world itself. A feminine figure struggling to get out, bound by chains and hands of darkness. Her wailing reaching every corner of the theatre, filling the ears of all present with dark whispers of hatred and despair. She was huge too, bigger than most dragons.” CASTANICA, MASS SLOW!” She called, as the huge familiar screamed in her chains, her mouth still obscured by a piece of black cloth. Orbs of darkness formed and fired at all soldiers that were around the stage. Next moment a jet black lance formed into Wylde’s hands as jet black chains and cloth reached from beyond the crack of darkness and also wrapped her, forming an armor. She was glad she found this familiar, this cursed existence all others denied to pursue, but she found and managed to form a bond with.

 Those guys better be ready with the ship soon, cause this was all the time she could buy before the battle starts.