Phillis Circus: Big Top - Performance Ring"Thank you thank you thank you...!" Crispin wheezed as Estelle crossed by. No she didn't break him free from the behemoth's grasp, but her interference was more than enough to distract Abram. She brought to light the kidnapping issue, which seemed to confuse Abram more than it did launch him into a defensive state. Which was... not what Crispin expected. But at least that meant that chick believed him!
Abram's grip on Crispin weakened enough for the latter to catch his breath and calm his flailing, but not yet enough to break free. So Crispin repeated what he had done to Isabella: he wrapped his hands around Abram's wrist and began to incinerate it by warming up his own hands to a dangerous degree. Abram instantly, and unknowingly, loosened his grasp further, and Crispin pushed himself away from the beast.
“Kidnap? Whatever does little girl mean?”"Don't play dumb with us!" Crispin growled back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "You know exactly what she's talking about!" Abram looked to Crispin next, his frown unchanging. Crispin twitched, though maintained a combative stance. These guys were good actors.
Then a new voice boomed through the tent, barely loud enough to be heard over Petra's roaring. "What is the meaning of this? Explain yourselves!"
There they were. The big guys.
Without further hesitation, Crispin dashed towards the ringmasters, his right fist burning with a fiery fury. He could end this, he could end this right now. He didn't care that there were still three other performers and a panda to deal with; the moment Vance entered the scene changed his battle strategy entirely.
"You're gonna pay!" Crispin roared, his fire burning brighter. "You're gonna pay for what you...!"
His flame was knocked out. His body, once again, had been forced to the floor. Crispin cried aloud as he landed with a thud, a weight pressing him down even further. He was too riled up however, and managed to roll himself out from the assailant's hold - until a fist was jammed into the ground beside his head, stopping him completely. Crispin looked up, and his expression dropped. "What are you...!?"
His assailant merely looked back at him with the same confusion plastered across her face.
"The audacity...! Have you no shame!?" From the back, Vance strode to the duo, his hand extended to them. Fingers bent angrily. "Nobody enters my circus and makes a mockery of my family.
Nobody!""Hah!" Crispin angrily forced his laugh. "Hah! Hah!" He knocked over Estelle as he rose to his feet, and backed away towards the audience seating. He stopped moving once he felt his heel touch the edge of the stage. "'Enter'?? HAH! Maybe if you actually let me
leave in the first place, none of this would've happened!"
Vance snarled back. "What in the name of...!?" He noticed Abram's expression, visibly upset from whatever Crispin and Estelle were spewing at him before the Phillis' intervention. The rage within Vance's tone escalated. "What
lies have you been feeding them!? We welcome you into our home, we allow you to join our act, and
this - you thank us with your insolence? A retaliation!? I... I fail to understand how this..." His voice began to crack. "You could have easily deserted our home of your own will! What is this mockery!?"
Crispin held his fists up, still having a bounce to his step. He still had energy yet. "Unbelievable," he muttered. His eyes shifted to Estelle's now. Pleading. "Don't listen to them."
'Is this one of your friends, Caspian?" Vance's glare shifted to Estelle, who too had risen to her feet. Facing Crispin, she prepared for another strike. Her expression betrayed her stance. "Please do not tell me you
planned this assault. ...inexcusable." With one hand still extended in Estelle's direction, Vance looked next towards Abram. "Abram, how many of these fools are there?"
"Nyeeee, I got one over here!" Tammie called from the seats, looking over her shoulder to the audience with a fist raised.
Before her was Lucien, whose head lolled in a daze as his eyelids fluttered open. The image of Tammie was blurred for only a moment, but once his vision corrected itself, he could see just how in his face she really was. "Whoa," he murmured, "did you fall from heaven? Because you..."
"I already have a boyfriend, you DWEEB!" Instead of punching him again however, Tammie merely dropped him back on the floor. She then reached inside her hat. "How do you like - um - third-degree burns!? Huh!? And I don't mean setting things on FIRE like that asshole!" And from within her hat she procured... a mug. A steaming mug. Of hot coffee. "I'm gonna pour this all over ya unless you surrender!! And I'll burn your pretty clothes right off and OOH you guys are gonna pay!"
And outside, amidst the three animals surrounding their furry enemy... the bear ensnared within Elena's trunk suddenly vanished with a puff of smoke. The elephant's trunk loosened at this, feeling that there was nothing within her grasp anymore. Had she squeezed so hard that the opposing bear had...? Her trunk continually squeezed and unsqueezed at the absence of a body.
On the opposite side of the performance stage was Isabella's and Aria's battle, along with a rampaging Petra. As the bear stampeded after Isabella, in a desperate effort to knock the villain off her back, Aria clung onto her fur tightly. Isabella leaped out of the way in time, causing Petra to take a u-turn as she continued running around. Before the two could make their way after Isabella a second time, however... Aria soon found herself flying right off the bear, crash-landing onto the ground.
Atop her was... a turtle plushie in a skirt? Despite its soft texture and the tiny beads inside, the plush was as heavy as a large rock.
"Petra... Petra dear, shhh, shh... Guin's here to help..."
Having dropped her clutter of dolls to the floor, the sister ringmaster made her way after the panda bear and cooed her. The bear still jumped around and cried, but with Guinevere in her sights now, she slowly calmed down. Once it was safe enough to approach her, Guinevere did exactly that, and stroked the fur along her forearm. "There there, Petra, shhh, it's okay."
The bear had stopped her angry charging, but that didn't mean she was no longer hostile. Her roars turned to loud growls, as she looked over to where Aria was pinned. Aria was quite a distance away.
Guinevere turned to Isabella, still stroking Petra's fur - at least until the bear decided to prowl after the illusionist. "Isabella, darling, are you all right? Are you hurt?"