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[u][b]Phillus Circus-Big Top[/b][/u]

She had certainly not expected for Isabella to catch the knives by the toes, and had expected even less that she could throw them back that way. One sailed just back her shoulder, but the other one struck her in the shoulder, embedding firmly as she let out a gasp of pain jut as Crispin managed to hit his target. Their little victory was quickly cut short as Crispin was sent flying by the man who had been juggling animals. 

"Crispin!"

She whipped her head in the direction the man had been sent flying, panicked as to how he could have managed a hit by such a strong person, but the trunk wrapping around her waist barely give her time to worry about herself before she was flung high into the air, arms flailing in an attempt to grab onto something, anything that might slow her fall. Aria barely caught the tightrope as she started to fall, gasping as the dagger dug deeper into her shoulder from the exertion. Her grip was slipping, and she barely noticed the rope trembling under her fingers until she spotted Isabella stalking towards her. The woman's face betrayed no emotion but the knives in her hands clearly stated her intention.

Unfortunately, Aria had never had much experience with the tightrope but it looked like there wasn't much choice but for her to learn right now. She struggled to lift herself up onto the rope, right arm shuddering under the stress and pain as her eyes never left Isabella's approaching figure. Somehow she managed to crouch on the rope without tipping off the side and slowly stood, taking a small wobbly step back. She didn't even dare look down, not wanting a case of vertigo to add to the situation at hand. The illusionist was well aware of the fact that there was no safety underneath, and that if she fell even the least damage would be some broken bones unless she was really lucky. 

She redrew her fans, hoping that the weight of each would help her balance, and perhaps she would be able to at least block any attack that Isabella would throw- though it would most likely end with her falling. The platform was still a ways away- the elephant had thrown her only slightly off of the smack-dab middle of the rope. Maybe she could always try to make a dash for that?