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[b][u]The Academy of the Arts - Performance Hall[/u][/b]
Wait... what? Jay stopped in his tracks, putting an arm in front of his face to try and shield his eyes from the wind. Did the boss just threaten to kill them? It was just that, right? A threat? He looked back to where the boss was, trying to make him out among the chaos.

Right now, the Masked Phantom scared him just as much as anyone else. A whirlwind of fury had never been a more appropriate term. And for a moment, a very brief moment... Jay wondered if this was the same man he thought he knew. The same man he owed so much to.

And just as suddenly, it was over. The wind was gone, the boss was defeated...

Jay looked down. He'd found her. The girl with the detonator. He stood over her for a moment, his eyes in shadow. They could still do this. The boss had trained them all after all, and the man who summoned the monstrous, terrifying fist thing seemed to have had it. And this girl, just curled up in a ball like that... taking it from her should be childs play.

So why was he stricken with so much indecision? He sucked through his teeth, bringing his fingers to his earpiece. "...I can't do this, my dears," he said, his words sounding strained. "They're a persistant bunch of assholes, and I don't think any of us signed up for killing anybody."

He locked eyes with Francesca, his beloved Francesca, although he kept his communications open to everyone. "I'm sorry. I think this is over." He extended his arm towards her, his palm open. An apology. "I think we should retreat. Although Mattis, Fabian seems to be a bit... stuck."

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[b][u]The Academy of the Arts - Outer Theatrical hall[/u][/b]
Was... was it over? Syed stared at the destroyed door, unnerved by the silence within. He didn't know. It was so sudden! He looked back to Mattis with wide eyes. Did this mean the Phantom was down... or did it mean [i]Marcus[/i] was? He had powerful wind magic too. He wasn't... the Phantom hadn't... brilliant bolts of electricity leapt from his body as he fretted. No!

Moira pulled herself up, swaying on the spot. It was taking all she had to remain standing. She took one slow, agonising step forward towards Mattis, then another, then another. "You sure like to hang back, huh..." she hissed. Another swaying step. "Especially for a guy who beat me twice. Even if you did it by being a dirty bastard." Oh. So she still wasn't admitting it was partly her own fault. She made one final, stumbling step.

"Still can't let you through though. My friends are relying on me." She coughed, before standing in his way. Although with how beat up she was, even Moira knew it was a hollow gesture. "You gotta go through me."