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[i]“Disappointment attracts disappointment, I see,”[/i] The warrior said and Lute’s eyes widened as he felt the very air in front of them move. Before he could even react Aria had tackled him over and they skidded over to the edge of the tower, the cold blackness lapping over at Lute’s hands as he pushed himself up. “Aria! Your arm!” He got up just in time to see the illusionist lob one of her daggers at their attacker’s face, and he followed suit by readying his sword as he adopted a defensive stance. They really got the short end of the stick, didn’t they? His sword was [i]chicken doo[/i] compared to Largo’s axe.

“Look, spicy big dad, I don’t know what your deal is but you better stay away!” Driven by desperation and fear of death by guillotine Lute resorted to threats, and accentuated his not-so-threatening words with wide slashes as if he was trying to cleave a path back to steady footing. “Plus, [i]how dare you[/i] call my friend a disappointment!” Aria’s wound glowed and although he was happy that she wasn’t hurt anymore, the virtuoso couldn’t keep the morale boost running for more than a couple of seconds seeing that they were still cornered. 

Swimming away was a bad idea, that much he was certain. But they can’t fight this creature like this! “I’ll distract him, okay? Just run or something,” Lute stabbed his sword through the ground and brought his hands together, his brows knitting together as he concentrated. 
[i]“THERE’S ONLY ONE LARGO!” “I’M MAD! HOW DARE THIS THING DO THIS!?”[/i] 
Voices pounding with fury meshed into one another and he heard them clearer including the dull thudding caused by their opponent’s approach. He crouched down, his free hand shaking as he formed a fist. “I’m almost done!” Lute reported as more beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, and from the corner of his eye he saw a flash of red drop down on their platform from the side. Estelle’s appearance was going to make this tricky. He didn’t even know if he could pull it off…

Lute exhaled and clapped his hands together one time, and a mishmash of voices- screams, laughter, nonsensical chatter- flowed from him, yet the virtuoso stemmed his attack so that only fake Largo, and the people standing directly behind it, heard the piercing cries. A second in the attack, Lute's shoulders sagged and the voices wavered, but were back at loud volume before the change could even be noticed.