Aliquam: The Academy of the Arts - Central-Going-North SectionAmy halted nearby a small column after feeling around in the dark a bit, and she leaned on it for support as she fought for air. Of all the Pride members, even including Moira, Amy was probably the worst when it came to athleticism and constant running. She simply was not cut out for it.
Amidst their breaths and random bear noises, loud footsteps echoed from a particular direction. The cleric tried to hold her breath in so as to conceal herself, assuming the runner was coming straight for them, but she was unable to. "Eyes open and ears peeled," she huffed. Unfortunately the scant amount of windows and thus little moonlight pouring him did not help them see the upcoming runner in the least bit.
The footsteps grew louder and louder. Before the bear or the boys could even do anything to halt it, the runner charged into their group - and crashed right into Amy, knocking both of them and the column Amy stood by down. The column did not totally shatter upon impact, though the crash was loud enough.
Amy cried out and rolled away from the body that knocked her over. With her staff tightly in hand, she thrusted it in the other body's direction, calling forth light to its gem like a torch. There was enough light to reveal Tobias, Lucien, and the bear as well, though anything beyond the group was still submerged in darkness.
Of course, the light revealed the figure before Amy as well, blinding it if it had been looking that way when the gem lit up. Amy pulled back, eyebrows contorted in confusion. "Estelle!? What are you doing over here? Where's the thief?"
It was then the communicator began ringing with voices left and right. Multiple groups had encountered the thief, from the sounds of it. Tobias screamed aloud what was on everyone's mind.
Aliquam: The Academy of the Arts - Southern SectionTrixie pulled at her braided pigtails. Despite Moira's plea, she was still convinced the Masked Phantom was indeed with her own group, especially having witnessed it first hand with the dart. Man, that is so cool - but so unfair.
Having run away from the stench, Trixie could at the least make out another figure somewhere there in the dark. She puffed her cheeks. Well, maybe he'd like a taste of his own medicine! Then they could attack him while he was still dazed! She didn't think through it beyond that, but now was no time to hesitate.
"Guys, close your eyes,
close your eyes!" she snapped, quiet enough for the trio to hear. At once she chucked out one of her flashbangs, lighting up the entire area for a brief spell - and hopefully blinding their attacker.
Aliquam: The Academy of the Arts - Western Section"He's here? Wait, can you see him?" Angel called out, glancing around. Dumb question; they were in near total darkness from where they stood. Thankfully, with the statue and sculpture sections being as large as they were to accommodate for their sizes, the windows were equally as tall as well. The aristocrat maneuvered himself towards them, crossing into the moonlight.
"Moira, Syed! Come on, get into the light where he can't... oh." Turns out Syed was knocked out. Damn, this guy was smooth!
Suddenly the room began to rumble. Angel turned around to face its source, his die clenched tightly in hand. The duo was able to make out that the rumbles weren't a concurrent thing, but very short-lived and in a quickened rhythm. Once they drew near enough, they could hear what sounded like concrete grinding amongst each other before slamming onto the marble flooring, causing another rumble.
Then the noise makers - not one, but two - stepped into view, lit from the moonlight shining down from one side of the hallway they were in. The two faux-metallic suits of armor Angel and his gang had passed by earlier. Each wielded their own matching spear and shield. They moved further towards the group, but both froze mid-step.
Angel's grin widened as he chucked the die into the air and caught it in his palm again. His laughter was somewhat hesitant, considering the mage conversation they had earlier. "...ta-da! I'm not as useless as I look!"
Now that they had reinforcements, Angel felt that much more confident that the thief was less likely to knock out either of the two left standing. The suits of concrete (skillfully polished to resemble metallic armor) were tall and thick enough to deal damage if they were to swing their weapons, but hollow and light enough to move around quickly. Hopefully quickly enough to catch a thief.