Aliquam: Academy of the Arts â Performance HallWhen the wind intensified, Francesca had no choice but to duck for cover behind a row of seats. Her worst fears were realized when more and more chairs were uprooted from the floor, the nails pinning them down flying through the air like shrapnel. One even grazed past her left cheek. Her grapnel shot out, trying to deflect or catch objects that were hurtling too close, but with the staggering amount of potential weapons whipping around...
'Please stop... This isn't you.'The Masked Phantom was battered out of the room by a giant construct after the hurricane he had summoned was dispelled by the other wind mage. The fixtures sent flying around the room froze in their places before clattering to the floor, all except the ones near and above Xandra and Angel. These ones were gently lowered by trembling vines of shadow, ones that retreated balefully to a figure shrouded in black, almost completely unrecognizable thanks to the sheer amount of tendrils that had sprouted from her arms.
Before most of the objects were even laid down properly, the shadows gave out and their user let out a weary gasp. Francesca doubled over with her arms crossed over her chest, her fingers pressing hard against her sides as she gulped in a lungful of the cold night air. She forced herself up and took a step back, disoriented, when Jayâs voice came through the earpiece. They shared a glance and Francesca smiled gently, and then nodded. He offered his hand to the priestess cowering in front of him.
â⊠Mattis, Fabian. Stand down. Our mission objectives have changed. Jay and I will assist the leader and find a way out. Mattis, I trust you will find a way to escape along with Fabian⊠Neither of you will return for us unless I have given you the order to,
comprenez-vous? Now go,â Francesca murmured into the communicator, suppressing the pain looming from within her temples as she spoke. Oh GodsâŠ
Aliquam: Academy of the Arts â Performance Hall, ExteriorâIâm here to fight you too!â Lute cried out as he swayed from one foot to another. With his place in front of the entrance, the doors exploding actually sent him
flying past Mattis. âOkay, scratch that, Iâm not really⊠Ugh,â The virtuoso mumbled, âGimme a minute. Thereâs birds everywhere.â
Bunnyface seemed cool for a psycho anyway, so whatâs a few requests?
"You gotta go through me." Moira said.
Delilah wasnât about to let Lute go to sleep after that.
âOi, kid. You gonna let the big red lady take a few more hits in that state of hers!? Get up, you limp chicken!â She screeched and after a few more of different, yet still scathing, lines Lute had lost the peace of mind to wander off to dreamland.
He swung his sword and readied, then charged at the thief.
Except he failed to notice a rock jutting out from the courtyard soil and tripped, skidding to a stop a few feet away from Mattis.