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[b][u]Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Performance Hall[/b][/u]

[i]“Try picking on someone your own size!”[/i]

How rude, they were almost the same height and body type… Save for, well… Francesca narrowed her eyes and one of her hands reformed and shot forward to deflect the knife. “Did you mean someone that can actually compete with my figure?” The rogue snapped back, far too incensed by the madness going on to ignore Aria, “For if you applied the same creed to yourself, you would only be able to fight with little girls!” 

But then, the tension between their leader and the other wind mage rose to new heights, and she forgot the slight quickly enough.

The wind tore through the room, ripping up chairs and panels as it went. Francesca’s eyes widened in shock and her finger immediately went to her communicator. “Fabian! Please, [i]please[/i] leave this place! Mattis, are you there? Can you hear me?” She knew that the Masked Phantom meant to hurt the Guilders, but she didn’t want to take any chances. If push came to shove, she would stay here and search for the detonator but…!

Thick vines tore from Francesca’s shoulder blades, gripping on tightly to the handful of chairs still rooted to their place as she forded through in search for Dahlia. As she moved she kept glancing at the furniture their leader had gathered, her grapnel growing taut like exposed muscles as she considered the severity of the wounds those would inflict on the Guilders…

She hoped the gunner would be all right.

And amidst the winds that howled and whipped she remained, her black dress billowing around her ankles as she shielded her eyes with her arm. If Jay was spreading himself thin looking for that priestess, then she wasn't just going to wait around and consider her safety! That said, Francesca gritted her teeth and her shadows lashed out, reaching further for a handhold as she surged onwards.