[img=http://i.imgur.com/cfQzJva.png] [b][u]Aliquam: Academy of the Arts - Theater Hall[/b][/u] As per Xandra's suggestion, Angel remained buckled down as well; he was already hurting too much to even contemplate getting back on his feet anyway, but so long as he and the chick guilder were safe from where they remained, furniture and anything else with a killer instinct in this hurricane would have a much more difficult time reaching them. Any fights nearby them had been interrupted due to the heavy winds - hell, he could barely even make out what on earth the Masked Phantom was saying. Everything stopped in an instant. Whatever had been hurled in the air came crashing down; Angel muttered his gratitude in a foreign tongue as he released his head from his clutches. He eyed Xandra to make sure she was okay before reaching for the (stable) chair nearest to him and pulling himself up to see what was going on. The glasses'ed guilder stood with his hands in the air as he calmly chastised the surprised Phantom. He turned to Xandra again, wanting to inquire about what this could mean, but the moment he looked away the entire room was sent rumbling. Angel nearly dropped back to the floor, only to see the giant hole caused from Dylan's creation beyond Xandra's head. His mouth gaped open slightly, though he quickly caught himself by bringing a fist to his mouth and coughing into it. Angel had heard so much about Dylan's mastery at art before he left Aliquam for the guild - but [i]nothing[/i] to this extent about what kind of power he wielded within his ability to practically speed paint. Seeing the giant, statue fist spoke volumes about just what the artist was capable of. The aristocrat shook his head in disbelief. "Does this mean... we've won?" His eyes flitted to Francesca and Jay next, who were just across where he and Xandra were huddled. It didn't seem like the Phantom would be coming back. At least, Angel hoped it would remain that way. Would the other thieves back down now? --- [img=http://i.imgur.com/dO6vRyy.png] [img=http://i.imgur.com/t9SKBzc.png] Trixie was undeterred by Fabian's antics as she continued to bark back with her own, ignoring the boy's threats. However once the maelstrom kicked up, her eyes widened as her hands went to clamp down on the beanie atop her head. Being on top of the kid meant she was in more danger of flying off, and she scrunched her eyes in trepidation. Suddenly she found herself plucked off the brat and huddled by the backside of the chairs nearest to them, with an arm wrapped around her backside to keep her down - Amy. "Ames!?" Trixie called out, unaware that the cleric had even entered into the room. But Amy remained unresponsive, instead focusing on keeping herself and the prankster buckled down. Especially with her own pigtails flapping into her face, Trixie could not even bother to look back towards Fabian. He had the upper hand in their duel now thanks to Amy swiping up Trixie and holding down a defensive stance - but Tobias too intervened before Fabian could even respond on time. A bright glow caught the duo's attention next, as they were able to catch it from their peripherals. Trixie called out to Amy, questioning if she had anything to do with the brightness, though Amy again said nothing. She bit her lower lip. If this was how chaotic all their magicry could get, these thieves were going to get [i]everybody[/i] including themselves killed-- Then the winds just... stopped. Marcus had spoken up next, scolding the thief leader. But before the girls could even figure out just what was going on, a giant fist came out of nowhere and beat the pants off of the MP by blasting him through a hole in the theater's wall. Yeah, no big deal. They had two summoners on their side so it wasn't like this was out of the ordinary or anything. Right? Well, Amy thought otherwise, as she continued to stare at the creation with her jaw hanging. Judging from Dylan's position from afar, he must have been the one who... but that kind of power, he couldn't possibly be... "Aaaa-[b]hah!"[/b] Trixie threw herself away from Amy's loosened grasp, scrambling to get back on her feet. Though Tobias and Fabian weren't even looking in her direction, Trixie stood tall on her two feet and, panting heavily, pointed a finger in Fabian's direction. "How many times we gotta knock it into you that you [i]lose![/i] You should--" "Trixie," Amy called, still looking away to the manhole. "That's enough."