Aliquam: The Academy of the Arts - Central SectionAny loathing Amy was developing towards Tobias during his whiny rants and blaming games came to an immediate halt, once he was knocked over with an unconscious Lucien in tow. After Tobias knocked him off, Amy knelt down and brought light so she could at least see a faint outline of the summoner. She muttered a curse to herself before casting a spell and encasing her ally in a golden hue.
She rose back to her feet the moment she was done, initially planning to continue feeding him healing spells now that she knew exactly where his body was. But that was interrupted with Estelle knocking her out of the way. From a flying... box. Multiple boxes, all hurtling in from different angles. What a childish ploy; to Amy this was an obvious distraction, but what could she do? Before she could respond to Estelle's request, the swordswoman burst off into the darkness.
"Estelle! Wait- dammit!" Amy grit her teeth. She chanted snappily, her eyes trailing the redhead's own source of light. As Estelle's body glowed with a forest green hue, something shined along the backside of her head. A glimmer, a reflection - a semi-circular, transparent shield protecting her blindside, including her lower neck. Once the cast was successful, Amy exhaled through her nose before starting up another chant, this time increasing the brightness of her gem. As she did this, she looked around warily; thankfully the box-throwing had stopped coming in Amy's direction now that Estelle was in tow. At least for a spell, which was all she needed.
"You," she said to Tobias, "keep your eyes and ears peeled. If we have more than one of these bastards prowling around here..." Amy began another chant, and again Lucien's body was encased in a golden aura. "Come on, you bloke. Get up..."
Aliquam: The Academy of the Arts - Southern SectionThe rustling sound was just a trap! "Dagnabbit!" Trixie turned around to see Lute helping Rose (which Trixie would have been totally useless at) - and without his pantalones on. But that didn't bother the prankster as much as something else did. "You had one job, Echo!" she squeaked back, nasally. "One job!"
Lute lashed back, which caused Trixie to yelp. She wasn't aware the virtuoso was capable for this kinda yelling! He was shouting out something about teaching the thief a lesson, though Trixie couldn't see what exactly he was doing beyond all the green smog. Then something else netted her attention: the sound of vines snapping and writhing nearby her. She blinked and, hesitating, jogged to where the source came from, only to stop at the sound of a yelp. ...and that was no yelp of a grown-butt man.
She wondered for a moment if Lisette had returned, but shook off the sad thought and drew her guns again. She couldn't see Rose nor Fabian from where she stood now, though she could see vines moving on the wall beside her. Whatever was happening to them, they were working in their favor, and Trixie was not about to let their assailant slide by. She began unloading a barrage of bullets to wherever the source of the boy's yelp came from.
Aliquam: The Academy of the Arts - Western SectionJust when Angel and Moira both laid their eyes on Mattis, thanks for the beserker's sword, the glass behind them shattered. The shards themselves began whirling around Moira, trapping her effectively in one spot. Before Angel could even wonder what the fuck was going on, the sound of one of his armored suits clanked and clattered as it was thrown through the air towards the aristocrat. To this Angel yelped and dove out of the way, dropping his die in the meantime. In the moonlight, it turned up a two.
With scary speed the armored suit by the door began charging down towards Mattis - but stopped midstep, halfway between the exit and where Mattis had charged off to, according to the sound of his voice. The one flying worked to stop its flight by pinning its spear into the ground, thus carving into it and producing an unearthly screeching sound - but its position froze and nearby Moira it landed on its side instead of upright and battle-ready.
Angel gasped. He pushed himself up quickly and flopped in the other direction. Rather ironic that he was grateful the shards of glass were on Moira right now and not the floor. At any rate, he quickly snatched his die and chucked it forward again, before rushing to stand himself back up. "Oh, thank Aislin."
Five.
Angel's eyes flicked back and forth between the darkness behind him and the smiling man outside. He positioned himself ready to... well... run behind cover? Or outside? Either position would open him to attack though, wouldn't they? Gods, Angel had no idea what to do. He'd never been in a fight before. He could only thank Aislin again that the armored suits had not been moved away like most of the other statues, because those were the most fight-capable things he could think of.
In the meantime, the armored suit nearby pushed its spear further on the ground, sliding it right underneath the vortex swirling around Moira. This caused some shards to ricochet by her ankle, but some sacrifices had to be made if she wanted to break free in time. It deftly lifted its thickened spear straight up, the shards ripping and tearing into its shell as they collided before flying out of the vortex's current. Without further hesitation, it then began charging outside of the window, towards where the masked man stood. It poised its spear, ready to attack, before thrusting it forward once close enough - though the suit froze in its track once the thrust was made, cutting it off from adjusting to the man if he moved or countered.
The other suit resumed its charge as if it had never stopped. Once it was close enough to where it assumed Mattis had ran to, it chucked its spear forward at a devastating speed, hoping to pin the thief. The suit itself continued running in its direction, preparing its arms to elbow something - but before it could even pinpoint where it should land, it again froze in place.