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It looked like no matter how many times they would have the same conversation, it always ended the same way; Justinian would do as he pleased. Bianca was glad for her helmet to hide her frustration at his stubbornness. He had to learn to take a step back and see the bigger picture; whoever this was clearly were looking for [i]Scions[/i]. Hiding behind her was what he was [i]supposed[/i] to do! It was already humiliating to be seen as a glorified babysitter on a daily basis, but she naively believed that if something like this were to happen, Justinian would have done the right thing. She was a fool to trust him.

His words were cut off and he stopped moving. For a moment, she dared hope that he changed his mind, but his reaction proved that something was wrong. His sudden yelling surprised her--was he stuck? How? The thought that anything could stop a Scion's magic was horrifying on its own, but she was a little more concerned at the fact that he was trapped in his makeshift armor. She reached out to his helmet, her fingers digging into the marble and prying open the marble around his face so he could properly breathe.

Irina's voice filtered in and her orders were given. Would she be able to get him out or was he going to keep resisting her? If she had to drag him kicking and screaming, then so be it.

[color=salmon]"We're helping by leaving--[i]now[/i],"[/color] She stated, trying to do her best to strip Justinian of his armor. Once he was freed, she took a firm hold of his arm. [color=salmon]"Either you walk with me or I'm throwing you over my shoulder. Your choice."[/color]

Without waiting for a confirmation, she began to drag Justinian in the direction of the windows.
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Lucas felt like it would have been better if he had just outright passed out. At first it was because of the foreign feeling of exhaustion, like his body had been zapped of all its energy in a second. It took whatever he had left to not fall over as Tyler pulled him to his feet, but he figured they'd end up sitting ducks if they just stood there. The darkness didn't help--wait, what happened to the light? Were the other Scions affected? That seemed like such a narrow scope, but he couldn't think of any other explanation. 

He did scowl at Tyler's comment, but his next movement concerned him. Was he going to [i]carry[/i] him? Lucas absolutely hated the idea, it was humiliating! [color=dodgerblue]"No. No, no, no--!"[/color] His protest fell on deaf ears as he suddenly found himself vertical against his will. To add insult to even more injury, Tyler had all the care of a dog wrangling a squeaky toy. He was going to end up bruised and battered by his own Templar by the end of all this! If it wasn't for the fact that he already emptied his stomach earlier, he would have heaved all over Tyler out of spite.

The sudden movement made his position worse, and he was convinced his initial spike-puke was going to end up an accident-puke. Tyler's control over his element was precise, but it made for the worst ride of his life. If the Goddess had any shred of mercy for him, she'd have Tyler trip and accidentally bash Lucas' head so hard he'd fall unconscious. But he always knew the Goddess never showed him any favor, so by the time Tyler finally came to a full stop, Lucas was just glad he hadn't thrown up. 

Although Dame Irina’s main objective was to shepherd civilians to safety, she was often beset by adversaries - a complication she welcomed with religious fervor. As the ballroom gradually emptied of frightened partygoers, the floor started to open up, giving the attackers - and crucially, Irina - more space to work with. 

Now and again they would fall upon her in multiples of three or more, only to be quickly dispatched to spectacular effect. By the time Sir Tyler found her, Irina’s saber arm was entirely red with the blood of the Mother’s enemies, with more flecked tastefully across her uniform, face, and hair. Her eyes shone like fire as she worked, coming more and more alive with every swing. When Sir Tyler made his presence known, Dame Irina looked more like a wild animal on the prowl than a buttoned-up Church soldier. 

So the contrast was striking when, upon receiving Tyler’s news, Irina finished off her current opponent and straightened calmly, checking her watch and surveying the ballroom-turned-battlefield with a sharp, calculating gaze. Her face was unreadable; she didn’t look troubled, or even surprised. 

[color=lightskyblue]“Get His Holiness to the extraction point as ordered,”[/color] she replied, turning her attention back to Sir Tyler. [color=lightskyblue]“Stop for nothing and no one; we will handle it.”[/color]

Lucas lifted and turned his head to give Dame Irina an incredulous look. Anyone involved in the church at any capacity knew of the Dame's coldness, but she didn't so much as bat an eye at the news. He let his head hang, chuckling to himself. [color=dodgerblue]"Can't even pretend to care one of your own is dead, but I guess Templars are just expendable to the church,"[/color] He sighed.
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