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[b][u]The Academy of the Arts - Outer Theatrical hall[/u][/b]
"I don't understand you," Syed ventured as he clumsily stood up. Moira continued to struggle despite the man's words, although she was looking him in the eye now. Or at least, as much as she could when he was wearing a silly rabbit mask. "If you're so concerned about people's wellbeing.... why are you doing this?"

The mage glanced back to Lute as he stood by the door then back to Mattis. He didn't trust himself to aim at things anymore, which as an electromage didn't really leave him many options. So instead he simply buckled down, hands raised. What choice did he have? Powering the lights would just leave him a sitting duck.

He instead resolved that if Mattis made any move to go for Lute, he'd grab him. While he knew fully well that almost everyone outclassed him with strength... you didn't need to aim to electrocute someone you were touching. It might be the last thing he did, but he couldn't let the man who had smashed so many of them down to go in there and finish the job.

Except... something felt off. He felt a force, an overwhelming power from behind the doors. The look on his face made it obvious to anyone who didn't even know him.

It frightened him.

Quite suddenly the double doors blew open, followed by Moira cursing as the spit she was aiming at Mattis' face blew back and hit her back in the eye. Syed found himself gripping the wall he was stood next to, trying not to be blown over. There was no way any of them could get in there, not with the force of the hurricane blowing in there. It was like a wall of wind, preventing entry or exit.

"Lute?! Estelle?!" he called out against the winds which buffeted at them even all the way back here. At least they weren't in the middle of it, like... like Amy who had just ran in there. Like the others, like Trixie, like maybe Lucien... no. He had to trust them. He had to trust they'd be okay.

Please.

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[b][u]The Academy of the Arts - Performance Hall[/u][/b]
Jay simply stood up amongst the billowing winds, one hand holding onto his hat to ensure it remained on his head. His expression seemed as calm and level as always. Sure, his nose was still pouring blood like no tomorrow, and the wind was [i]really hurting it[/i], but he still looked cool. Right? Well. It looked like they had pissed the boss off now. He had never seen him so angry.

He knew the boss would win though. No way some pretty faced kid in a fancy robe could match him, the boss was one of the most powerful people he had ever met.

So instead he turned and began to stride forwards, scouring the aisles of seats.

After all, there was still that tracker girl with the detonator to smoke out.