Group ATheir eyes turned next to Trixie, as a bunch of clanking noises sounded off from her direction. She turned to face them, wearing one of the armor's giant headpieces. "I don't see how people can wear this stuff," she remarked, turning away from them again with her arms fumbling around like she were performing a cautious magic trick. Having been inactive most of their nightmarish trek so far, she figured she'd help prod and examine the room as well, to speed up their efforts in getting out of there.
Though Trixie realized a bit too late that running around investigating things before they could even work out some plan was probably not the most helpful thing. All the suits rattled for a moment, the hollowness beneath their eye shields glowing an angry red. The prankster lifted her eye shield soon enough. "Hoo! I figured it out, guys--"
"Watch out!" Marcus called. Trixie flinched - only to be pounced on by Estelle, pushing her away from her previous position.
A pendulum had sung through from the wall, from in between the two armored suits closest to her. Once the weapon flew back skyward after a clear cut swing across the room, it disappeared into a thick crevice in the ceiling, which then sealed itself up. With bated breath Trixie removed the helmet and ran her hands through her ruffled hair. She chuckled, offering a nervous shrug. "Heh... hehe. Um. Whoops."
Group C"Whew, you scared me!"Amy glossed over her shoulder to see Lute fumbling about before stepping back into his position beside her. Amy only rolled her eyes. After they chaos they had just endured, she wanted nothing more than a breather, especially considering she wasn't suited for neither battling nor running. But with their current position, they couldn't afford to lag and linger. There was moving forward, and there was this guy, who chuckled to himself nervously before rambling on and on and
on..."Amy. It's Amy." She replied back with a flat tone. It was then that she noticed that he had gotten a cut on his cheek, presumably during the final conflict with the big three. Having fought the three monsters prior, Amy was certain Oren and the Bearon lacked the capacity to infect their prey with poisons or whatevers - but even if they did, Lute didn't appear to be in any immediate danger. She continued walking on with her eyes kept forward. Simply put, Amy acknowledged his injury and chose to ignore it.
That was, until a flashback of her previous nightmare rang in her head: Trixie crying out, calling her a selfish monster. Amy shuddered. Before Lute could say anything further, the cleric jerked her gem, fist clenching, and muttered something brief. The cut lacing his cheek glowed a faint gold - the virtuoso would feel a warming sensation on his face - before dissipating. In an instant, the wound sealed itself, and gradually began to return to normal. Again, she did not look back at him, even if he said or did anything in reaction to the healing.
Next thing she knew, Lucien up ahead was taunting a lion. Which was a ridiculous idea on its own, despite the fact that it seemed barricaded. Amy opened her mouth to speak up against it, only for the lion come right at them. He turned to grab her wrist along with Lute's, though Amy quickly yanked herself free from his grasp and followed Xandra and Dylan into the nearest door.
Then they fell. Amy could only pray the calamity would end soon, even if it meant just killing her right then and there. After all, it was all just a dream, wasn't it?
That idea withered away once the fallen guilders crash landed with another group: Atlas, Lisette, Moira, Syed, and Aria. Only five were missing now - including Marcus. Amy sat herself up and murmured something quick to soothe her aching joints, while the others jumped to the questions. Like Dylan she too wanted to just lay there, but that option was not feasible. Instead she stood herself and brushed down her dress before eying the others. "...Is anyone hurt?"