Phillis Circus: Big Top - OnstagePetra was down. Isabella was down. Poppy, Abram, the triplets, even Max and Olga -
everyone was down. Toys and dolls scattered throughout the tent, many of which busted beyond repair, if not bursting with foam, fluff, and broken seams. Everyone who shared the circus with her was crippled by this team of ragtag guilders. Perhaps she had underestimated their power. Perhaps they all had.
Or, perhaps, she wasn't trying hard enough.
Guinevere screamed, loud enough to jar even her own brother for a moment, before the tuna slammed down on his face anyway. The teddy bear rose back up, roaring similarly to Lucien's own summon; like a feral bear with a disjointed face it lunged at the two girls. However it found itself landing on its side; Lute and Delilah had managed another attack just as Vance dropped his control. The virtuoso pounced on it with enough force to save them - though the teddy lashed back in time to send Lute back bouncing. It was dizzying if anything, but it kept him separated still from the duo.
"Fiends! You will
not have this battle!"
"Invalids!" Vance cried out, kicking the fallen tuna back offstage. He had temporarily dropped his control on Syed and Lute now thanks to that witless summoner, and following that flub the bigger woman managed to constrain her own teammate. Just when he was having fun. "Have you guilders no sense of--"
He couldn't even finish his sentence. That blasted tuna - the fish of vengeance had suddenly flown back up and whacked him on his face, hard enough to push the puppeteer back. A loud slap echoed throughout the entire tent as the fish's body collided into Vance's cheek. And again. And again, until the man had fallen over.
Before it could go in for another round, Vance snatched it from the air and yanked it towards him - roughly pulling Amy on stage as well.
She had reached the pit amid the chaos and, thanks to Lucien's dumb warnings, followed up his distraction with a variant of her deadly slaps. Her light whip lashed forward and wrapped itself around the fish, allowing her to beat the man silly while he was still caught unawares. While not from her hand, they still hurt. Plus the bonus embarrassment factor was enough to get a chuckle out of Amy herself, until she was yanked onstage anyway.
Vance's lips twitched into a smile. "Amaranth. Of course. How pleasant of you to join me."
"Piss off."
"Ooh, grouchy! I don't quite remember you being so belligerent, dear."
With both Moira and Syed out of the way, Estelle was in free range of Vance, with Amy the only other person between them. Guinevere however caught sight of this and turned her fierce eyes to the swordswoman. She threw both arms skyward. Now the majority of toys and plushes that were free-roaming throughout the tent maneuvered toward the pit, where Estelle was. It wasn't enough that her previous battles with Xandra and Syed were taking their toll; neither of the siblings were letting up.
The remaining foam swords encircled around Estelle again, ready to dive right in - but they were shot down in an instant, thanks to Trixie from far off.
One of the swords however flipped midair back towards the stage - and Guinevere forced it in Amy's direction. She had used her staff as a clutch to stand herself back up during Vance's taunts, and she didn't quite expect herself to flop forward so soon. The hardened blade flying her way drove itself into her arm before dropping onto the stage.
Amy screamed.
Vance shook his head as he walked up to the writing cleric. "Gwee. That wasn't very nice." His sister gave him no response. To this he resumed scanning the battlefield, with Amy's wrist beneath his foot. She cried aloud again, dropping her staff instantly. "Now my dear, I believe we still had a game to play."
Phillis Circus: Big Top - EntranceBaltimore nodded to Marcus and Eric; they were all in mutual understanding that both herself and her uncle were willing to fight alongside the guilders. Quickly the mime girl snatched the busted mallet from the ground and chucked it forward. She ran after it while deftly crafting something in front of her, as if she were molding invisible clay. In moments there was a booming sound of glass shattering, with chinks sounding off from beneath Baltimore's feet. She held her fists now over her shoulder as she ran in Lucien's direction.
But she was too late.
The dragon plush that soared in earlier, merely rebuffed by Marcus' gales but not dismantled, dove in after Lucien now that he was in vulnerable. Open and alone. Guinevere cried out in sync with the dragon's muffled roar: "Suffer, suffer!"
Its flat linen claws sharpened in an instant. As it descended upon Lucien, it raked its claws across his body - whatever it could nab - sending the summoner flying out from his spot and into another chair; the crash was severe enough to break the chair from its hinges as well. Before the reptile could take off after its prey, it found itself gurgling instead.
It collapsed onto its stomach and seemed to deflate, as its puffy white innards poured out from two holes punctured into its thorax. Baltimore stood behind it, huffing, her invisible weapon driven into the beast. She yanked it out with a kick and looked towards where Lucien had landed. She hadn't seen much of him since the battle started, but with all the mental and physical abuse being dealt to him...
What a brave soul, sacrificing himself so his friends could get the upper hand.
Baltimore shook her head and turned to the stage. Keeping an eye on the toys floating around and nearby, she began crafting something else with her diligent fingers.
Before Eric could follow up with his own moves, he suddenly found himself with the jitters. Like some bug or amphibian made its way into his trenchcoat with the sole intention to tickle him silly. A quick swat and tug up his sleeves revealed something different entirely, however.
Little porcelain dolls with skin as pure as snow, clothed in brilliant red silk and golden rayon locks. Two of the finger-sized monsters had crawled up his sleeves. Marcus found similar ones jumping after the staff in his hand. Curiously, some of them had bits of their dresses and hair singed off, while others had chunks of their glassy faces missing.
Others waddled (or crawled if their legs were missing) into the exit nearest to where Moira dragged Syed. If the sight of them didn't send tingles running down their spines, Moira suddenly felt one now. It was a mix of tingles and numbness running through her limbs, as she found her body suddenly not within her control - with poor helpless Syed in her grasp.
Now, who else was nearest to her?
Lovely Aria and Echo the Mighty save the day! Well Trixie's day. From being squished. By a giant teddy bear. She let out the biggest sigh of relief of her life as she shoved in her new ammo.
"I don't suppose you have any more smoke bombs to distract them with? We need to get to the fancy coat guy!""Smokes? Smokes?? Nooo Xanny told me to use them earlier!" She reached back into her pouch for something else instead. "But I still got this!" Between her fingers now was a shiny silver ball - a flashbang. She nodded to Aria with understanding, and the two averted their eyes as Trixie chucked it to the stage, towards Guinevere.
But it was seized from the air, in the beak of a flying stuffed duck. Trixie jumped and fired rapidly after the plush bird, but suddenly found her fingers locked. As well as her feet. "Uh. Guys this isn't supposed to--"
The duck flung the bang right back at them, with Trixie looking away just in time. Instantly both Aria and Lute were blinded from Trixie's flash - and she began following up on the duo with her own gunshots. "It's not me! Honest! I swear! Please get away - get away get away get away! Aaaah!"
"Humm. What's in here?"
"NO, STOP IT, THAT'S MY STUFF. BAD HAND." From her pouch Trixie flung another grenade out - this one being a splat bomb like her beloved mechanical Yam, with stuffing-like texture designed to hold someone in place. Way better than a dumb net.
As if things weren't chaotic enough, now those porcelain dressy blonde dolls were flinging themselves at people, making weird fairy-pixie noises like they were some baby girls with each jump. Like those by Marcus and Eric, many of them were scorched, zapped, or otherwise beaten up. They didn't hurt nearly as much as Guinevere's other plushes, even if they were loud and had glassy bodies already. Rather, Guinevere narrowed her eyes at the sight of this, but still kept them under her control anyway.