Aliquam: Academy of the Arts: Northern Sector: Theatre Hall
“For if you applied the same creed to yourself, you would only be able to fight with little girls!”
Oh heeeeeeell naw.
Aria fumed, fist clenched. Yes the thief had much bigger... Assets than she did, but a bigger chest booty did not mean that she was inferior. She wasn't jealous at all- who wanted water balloons slapping their face when they jumped or ran?
The two women's spat was quickly interrupted, much to Aria's annoyance as she had a few choice words she has wanted to share, but the illusionist was forced back to avoid being sucked up in the twister of shrapnel that had formed in the middle of the room. She gripped tightly to one of the theatre chairs that hasdn't been ripped up from here it was bolted, watching in frustration as the woman grappled her way through the wind with what looked to be thick tendrils of darkness.
She barely made out Xan's warning before hitting the floor just as a barrage of chairs zoomed past overhead. Yet she kept her focus on the woman; Marcus would be trying to counter the Phantom's magic and he certainly didn't need any distractions. Aria grappled her way after the thief, using whatever hasn't flown off yet to drag herself closer against the typhoon.
The Academy of the Arts - Outer Theatrical hall
Mattis took his eye off of the woman for a second, blinking at the yelling swordsman. He looked rather disturbed and scared despite how he shouted he wasn't, confusing the larger man greatly. Did he look like a psycho or something? Granted the mask he wore wasn't very fitting of a man his stature, but his siblings had said it was cute.
His stare shifted back to the struggling Berseker. He wasn't sure if she had calmed down any, but she did seem a bit better than before. The thief didn't bother looking to the lightning pole man when he asked a question and merely shrugged.
"Necessity and circumstance," he answered simply. The doors blew open without warnig and Marris leapt back, staring at the wall of wind and debris blocking the door. It wasn't like the boss to lose his temper like this.
Francesca's message only fueled his apprehension. He was tempted to force his way in through the wind to drag the boy out of the dangerous magic if it wasn't for the fact that the wind was too strong to get close too, and the fact that he's probably get shredded if he tried to force his way in.
"I'm still outside," he growled unhappily. "Fabi, listen to Fran. Get somewhere safe." He looked back, backing up from the woman who was getting off the floor. Luckily the light had gone with the blonde woman, and until the girl got up again he was at an advantage with his mask. Unfortunately he wasn't in a good position to attack any of them- go for one and the other two would pounce on him. Instead he stepped back, ready to dodge anything they might throw at him in order to buy some time.
