As terrible as it sounded, Fleo was almost grateful when the earth resonated with the bar's destruction and Felix changed courses to seek it out instead.  With her opponent out of the running, the race was over, and with a ragged sigh Fleo allowed her Sirocco to cut off.  She stumbled when her feet impacted the ground, but despite her exhaustion she managed to keep from tripping all the way and bloodying the pavement.  For a few moments she stood, doubled over and chest heaving, until she realized how the forms of her arms and legs flickered.  Suddenly galvanized by her fear and embarrassment, she willed her limbs to stay completely solid.  A mixture of anger, directed both at Felix and herself, coursed through her mind: she had been a fool to push herself so hard right after an already-tiring early morning run, and he had been a jerk to force out her competitive streak.  The dusty woman resolved to deal with both of these feelings in silence, and instead make her way in the direction of the explosion on foot.  The aroma of pancakes wafted through the air, causing her stomach to turn, but with a moan Fleo forced herself to walk away.

When the scene of the action came into view, Fleo was surprised to see several more guild members standing by.  Only a few pedestrians had not yet left the seen, leaving several wizards standing, talking, checking the wreckage, or otherwise hanging around.  She recognized Amaya, who she hadn't seen in over a day, as well as Felix, who was speaking with her.  Next Fleo turned her astonished gaze on the huge monster that currently rummaged through the rubble.  Having yet to see Karn in his beast form, the dusty woman was left to assume that the Chimera was the cause of the explosion.  Fleo donned her serious face and began to walk forward, gathering plentiful dust from her surroundings toward her across the ground.  Halfway there, she paused, thinking; if the beast had indeed reduced the building to rubble and splinters, why were the other present guild members treating it so casually?  Fleo's dust current calmed its already-lethargic swirl about her person and settled on the ground.  For now, she crossed her bandaged arms and waited to see what exactly she was dealing with.  Though admittedly a personal favorite of hers, rash action tended to have downsides, and in a case like this -where even a single sizable blow might batter her enough to render her unconscious and dissipate her precious limbs- seemed unappealing.