[center][b]Carnival of Chaos - Aneura Shivan[/b][/center]

"Pendulums," Aneura whispered to herself, keeping her shield held close to her shoulder side, "Moreso, [i]guillotines[/i] I should say." Aneura narrowed her eyes and looked forward into the gauntlet's pathway, trying to make out as much as she could from within the darkness. Taking it slowly, she moved her towards her front, readying it to be moved into either direction -left or right- if she saw one of the pendulums approaching her from the darkness. They seemed large enough that her shield may do very little, but at the very least it was better than taking the force of it all with her body alone.

Time was of the essence, and she kept track, but there was no wisdom in rushing this mission. She could only hope the others weren't experiencing as dangerous a task. Slowly but surely, Aneura took careful steps forward, making sure that she wasn't walking straight into the path of a pendulum. With each glint of steel she saw, Aneura marked the time, and counted how long it took for each one she saw to make its back across her path. If she timed it right, she could simply walk past each, knowing well where they were and when they would come. Nevertheless, she still took her time, step-by-step, making her way to the end of the pavilion.

The image of noose-hung children managed to keep her nerves calmed even in the midst of innumerable guillotines swinging about; only rescue and success was on her mind. Deeper into the darkness she went, hoping continually that the vile illusionist wouldn't dare throw a wild card her way and manifest a pendulum she hadn't accounted for or seen prior to approaching.