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The clocktower slammed into the oily black ooze, Aria nearly falling over if not for Lute’s death grip on her arm for support. A wave of relief hit her as she saw Selan, Xan and Lucien safe and unharmed bobbing in the sea of pitch darkness. The clockwork debris around them were starting to sink down along with the clocktower they were standing on, and yet what caught her eye was the trail of ooze creeping onto the ground behind Estelle, twisting as it shaped itself into the form of a large and imposing man wielding an axe in the shape of a lion.

“Largo-“ She breathed, having heard stories of the Guilder deemed ‘The Lion’- and his death. Before she could properly react his axe had swung down, Estelle barely deflecting the blow and flying past her and Lute. 

[i] “Disappointment attracts disappointment, I see.”[/i]

Aria took a step back as Largo turned on them, gaze cold as he took in the pair. The clocktower was still sinking, black waves lapping at the brick and stone and bringing with it a half formed figure that rose up besides the illusionst. 

“[i]Just die already![/i]” It shrieked through oily lips, a cacophony of the Pride’s voices merged into one. It was enough to divert her concentration for a few seconds as Largo swung his axe once again despite the distance. The illusionist barely reacted in time to tackle Lute out of the way, feeling the very edge of the shockwave bite into her left arm as they skidded to the very edge of the tower. For what was supposed to be a nightmare, the wound sure hurt.

She staggered up to her feet quickly, resisting the urge to press down on the gash and instead whipping out a jagged knife and launching it at Largo’s hulking figure. The unsteady footing and pain made her miss, steel barely brushing past the man’s face as she drew out another, crouching down defensively as she flicked her eyes to Lute and then to the murky blackness that was starting to reach the tips of her boots. She couldn’t possibly block a hit from him, and if she and Lute tried to swim away and Dream Eater Largo attacked they would be no more than sitting ducks. 

She cursed, glaring down the mountain of a man and ready to either leap to the side and into the liquid or to attack as a distraction as needed. 

“Is there anywhere to run?” She gritted out, glancing over to Lute before back at Largo. She didn't dare risk taking her eye off the Lion to see if help was coming.