[@Letter Bee][@Tominas][@Rex]

"Ah yes, the ever late federick. As much of an annoyance as you are, I'm afraid I will have to request your aid in this matter. It would appear that we are dealing with a terrorist attack." The woman states, her mask remaining immobile the entire time with no sign of her jaw moving that could be perceived. Yet she did not turn away from the rather brave ex-noble, suggesting her bloodied outburst had likely not had the desired effect of making the "lady vespid" rethink her plans. Of course as yellow jackets went, their nature was to act in lady vespid's stead, allowing them the sense that one could never tell which one was which when paired with the unexplainable transference of information without courier between them. As for the impertenant lad that called out to her, she simply extends a hand towards him. 

There was a sudden shift in the air before he found his neck firmly gripped in her hand while the lich found himself firmly planted in a nearby wall along the same line. It was a fairly simple spell and seemed to require a connection between two things, in this case two people. Frederick Edelweiss likely recognized it as a spell from the world class and generally revolved around rather meticulous gravity manipulation mixed with linking two things and simply pulling on one of them. In theory it was rather complicated, but in action it was as simple as giving something a tug. "Frederick, I shall leave you to deal with the punishment of these wastes of space calling thesmelves magicians. As for this one, that slave over there, and the two Hugo is dealing with, we shall be taking them." She states flatly, the sudden shift having likely concussed Seth but left him otherwise unharmed, albeit in the grasp of a strange woman that had been, up until this point, completely ignoring him. In fact she was still ignoring him and the shocks his electricity was sending up her arm.

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[@supertinyking][@Overlord Thraka]

"Young lady, I'm afraid I have warned you and thus will have to be somewhat rough." The man in the mask states shortly before there's a rather loud "pop" and he blurrs. Mergoux was rather intimately introduced to the pain of an open-palmed strike to the chest right over the diaphragm. There was a burning sensation and a sudden cough that knocked out all the air in her lungs before a few seconds that seemed to drag on for eternity where the man held her up be her arm with the other wrapped around her side while she found herself incapable of breathing in. Once those few seconds passed and air flooded her once more she was met with the leather-y musk of the eight foot tall masked man that had pressed her against his chest. Where there should be chain she felt hard plates that smelled of metal rather than leather, a pointless nature to her sword. In addition to this he held her gingerly and after a deft wrist motion in her state of vulnerability left her wrists bound. He did the same to her ankles and picked her up over his shoulder so as to avoid damaging his mask should she struggle. "Young man, jokes aside, it would appear that there is a terrorist attack occuring within the plaza just after my compatriots and I finished dispatching. She would be the one that began the first attack and there is a reward if you would assist us in dealing with the second" The man in the mask states flatly, smoothly transitioning into the next conversation with the comfort that suggested this sort of action were mundane to him.