[b][center]Free Billy[/center][/b]

[u]Nathair &Quartz[/u]

Nathair had managed to make their way through the crowd, quickly as he could. He was rather tensed and aggravated to have so many people pushed into him. Uncomfortable memories started to creep into his head but Quartz’s voice help shut them, namely before Nathair did something unnecessary. They were making lead way and almost half the way to Arlette, the Holder forced his way past the shifting sea of bodies. Quartz had only bitten one so far, a stubborn man who refused to moved and quickly learned otherwise. It was an experience which allowed Nathair to move slightly easier while others avoided the pair thankfully.

However before they met up with Arlette, Remia had already started to make her way to them as well. Quartz was instantly confused. His head turned to Nathair as if seeking an answer or determining that the boy and him were in sync with each other’s thoughts: That Mime didn’t deliver the message. They witnessed the Rook shifted easily towards their target, far faster then the pair had accomplished, while the crowds seemed unable to bother her. Nathair felt a slight pang of envied at the sight. He always admired the Rooks and even Bishops for their unique talents to use their Spirit’s stronger trait as if they were their own. Unlike him, an average man, they could easily be counted on when it came to stealth or their own strength which was a bitter reality for him. Quartz was his only defense and despite the serpent’s reassurances, Nathair had a hard time swallowing he was something other than a burden. 

Immediately upon seeing Remia catch up to Arlette, Nathair and Quartz had ceased their push against the crowd. It was pointless because the Rook had the girl, now able to escort her and Mime back to the stage. Sadly, it seemed Mime didn’t want that. His mental voice leapt into Quartz’s mind with a very serious message which could cause trouble for the Rook, namely since Arlette would be completely oblivious to what the spirit intended to do. 

 ~Oooh, we're famous, Mime chuckled to the mental link connecting the 4 spirits, unheard by their holders. But, we're probably the safest right now, sooo, I'd like to keep it that way. Get it? I'd fake knowing you if I have to~

“Mime, what good do you think will be completed over there? We do have a job and what do you think might happen to Arlette if it doesn’t get done?” Quartz might’ve sounded mean but in truth, it was mere reasoning on his part. What was the point to have Holders around if they didn’t complete their task after all? Finally he added on as an afterthought. “And I would appreciate it if you would just deliver my message then we can likely keep both Nathair and Arlette safe. Or at least have a greater chance to do that!” 

Quartz then turned to Nathair to make a note for the future. “Remind me to get Telepathy so we never need to fall into this situation again, please?” 

“Agreed. “ Nathair said as he felt himself shoved, the crowd started to close into his space again forcing him towards the back. 

[b][center]Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon[/center][/b]

[u]Emily[/u]

Emily was surprised to see her arrow hasten so quickly from her bow as if it was spurred on by some unseen force. This couldn’t be her own strength, the woman knew her own limits since after the Mother of the Dunes mission, her eyes had caught Vignar wince then lips suddenly move. She couldn’t make out the words but Emily knew something was said before she let her arrow fly. During her attempt to notch another arrow, her feet planted, she shifted a brief glance at him with a questioning eyebrow to see if he was the one responsible for the boost. There wasn’t much time to receive an answer when sand scattered near her feet causing her to recoil back and cease her arrow’s forming. 

Her bow forgotten, Emily stumbled and fell when a chain nearly wrapped about her ankle. Immediately her body scrambled back, the chain missing entangling her by seconds. Sand scratched and ripped at her flesh, making it sting slightly, while she rushed to get away from. Her head darted to Vignar, Fran, and then Diane to see if the others were having similar difficulty. Vignar’s and Fran’s situation seemed to just like herself but Diane’s was slightly different. Instead of chains, the sand seemed to soften at the woman’s feet! Emily’s first thoughts came to two options. It could’ve been a rouge sand drake or quicksand, neither one good for the Holder and both just as dangerous in their own right. 

“Vignar, can you help out Diane?” Emily shouted to the man, a vain hope he would be able to get to Diane quicker than when herself. After all, picking oneself up wasn’t easy or quick. 

When she finally got to her feet, Emily felt the surge of energy rush through her body just when Diane began singing. The chain swept at her legs and she jumped back, barely to manage to keep herself from falling down again. She readied another arrow then fired it. This time aimed a little higher towards the shoulder, still clear of the head. However after the arrow was unnotched, she failed to see the chain edged towards her unguarded shin.