The Clayman's Finale
Was it a cowardly thing to do, running back? She would not back out of a fight. She never had, and never would... as long as it was only about herself. But the moment other people's lives were in danger, she hesitated. She did not know whether she should have pressed on, but she knew one thing. The lives of those men were important and if her moving back, her retreating was good for their safety, then she should have to be satisfied. No matter who thought badly of her. No matter if Sonneillon may look at her as if she was the dumbest person in the world, no matter if others may think she was disobeying orders.
Of course, inside her head, she was not escaping but merely moving back to meet with the reinforcements. Advancing together was better for everyone. Safety in numbers, as it was often said. Of course, this would not always be the case but in this situation, Salia was convinced the more people they had, they would have more chances to make it ahead. And then all of a sudden, that berserk warrior Noelle snapped at them, her huge axe appearing into her hand. "I'm not putting these people's lives in danger!" Salia responded, clearly confident, as she herself materialised her own sword. Salia felt the assistants clinging behind herself with Noelle raising her axe menacingly.
Adeline was calmer now and asked Noelle to take the assistants off the golem... it may have been a good idea. In fact, Salia wasn't keen on taking them in the first place but... why were they coming, anyway? Lux agreed with Adeline about taking the assistants... it was frustrating to see her original idea of not taking them had not been convincing and yet now... but Salia shook her head. It was not time to think of that, but rather to proceed with their mission and do so in the quickest possible way. Soon, Lux himself was offering a shoulder for her to lean on.
"Heh, you certainly look much better than you did back when I helped you. I hope I'm not looking too bad although I suppose it's only fair you get a chance to play a bit of role reversal" she teased the man who was helping her. She accepted his help and walked with him. A bit of resting and taking it easy and she could, perhaps, be of help if they were to fight later on. "Thank you, Lux. I appreciate both your help and your comming as our back up unit. It is embarrassing to admit, but we were in complete disarray, now".
"Salia Kyrie. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Maria" she smiled politely. This person, Maria, seemed like someone they could trust. She still gave Salia a very professional, almost detached feel, but that was probably just her first impression. Still, apparently this person meant business, and Salia liked perople like that. "We ran into several traps, like a rolling boulder... which is what left me in this state". She decided not to get into many details about how she had tried to stop it, although truth be told, many others would have been crushed instead of "just" being damaged.
Free Billy
So far, so good. People at least listened to her and she was able to open a good, safe space, just as she had intended to. For the time being, people were sufficiently surprised to see a rook out in the open to back off. Of course, this did not mean it would last long. But at least for now, things were stable. "Hey!!" Remia replied to Simon's words. And she planned to go on longer before Lancelot quickly talked her out of it. It was not wise to do so... and even less so in that moment. Sighing, the girl went on with Eowyn, protecting Simon's space.
Remia listened to the information about the other holders mixed inside the crowd. A gray-haired woman and someone in a group of men... with darker skin than the rest of the people in the zone. It was good for them to know, since they at least knew who they had to be wary of. But without more time to think of that, she heard Eowyn's voice and as they looked at each other, the girl noticed her companion's eyes. She nodded and quickly moved towards Arlette. "Make way, make way!!" she was being more assertive than before since she felt this was far more important.
She slowly caught up to Arlette, although with so many people to move away from her path, it was like a slow-motion chase that was happening at the beach. It would have been rather amusing to watch but of course, not to take part in since she feared any moment now she could lose the people she was following. It was during that time that Lancelot relayed the message from Mime to Remia. "What? Damn it, what the hell is going on here?!" Obviously, things had started moving faster than she had guessed. The rook was somehow expecting a frontal attack towards Simon himself and not things to start happening around him and not directed to him. They probably knew he'd be protected... or maybe he wasn't the true objective?
"Remia is already heading towards Arlette!" Lancelot informed back to Mime. "It will be hard for anybody else to follow her through the crowd. She needs to be the one going there!" he claimed, confidently. This was a case of a 'master' sort of defending his student's skills. However, he felt it was true that Remia was probably able to move faster through the crowd and therefore could have better chances of getting Arlette back. And of course, he could feel that Remia really wanted to help Eowyn with how they had become closer. And so the girl wanted to do what Eowyn was hoping she would do.
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
Diane was almost like a spectator to the whole situation and she realised she was being of no aid to the whole situation. All she could do was remain alert and ready for anything that was to happen... if anything happened at all. However, despite the fact that she knew she would do well in remaining alert, she relaxed once Fran seemed to take command of the situation. She knew some not very well-known things about this Sean, she had gathered, and he seemed to hesitate. Perhaps he would join them... however, the armour had different plans and by the time Diane realised, they were being attacked!
Emily warned them all to be aware of anything that could come out from inside the sand and try to avoid anything hurting the Drakes. "Right!" Diane nodded and looked around. Her moment may come soon, but she would need to know exactly how to proceed. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. "Relax, relax..." The fight was on and Emily's arrow quickly whistled through the air towards the armour. Having a good ear, she heard chains moving around when they shot up near everyone... and instinctively tried to dodge the chains... before realising there were no chains trying to bind her.
And just as she was feeling relief on that count, she felt the sand soften and quickly tried to move away from the spot, hoping it would not be what she thought it could be... quicksand. There was only one reasonable thing she could do at that point, and that was to sing her most typical song. Starting with the Vanilla Scherzo. The woman starts glowing in a yellow-like light as she starts feeling lighter... faster. Would that be enough for her to break free of the quicksand, in the event it was truly one? Not that she needed to know if it was or not, before deciding to sing. If she had thought about it for too long, it may have been too late for her to break free.
Diane focused the energy of her song towards herself... and towards Emily. She had been improving her skills lately and with the amount of Spiritual energy she had, she could deal with sending the effects of her song to an extra ally. Surely, Emily would feel the surge in her agility thanks to the spell... and hopefully, this would help give them the edge on the battle.