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[b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top - Pit[/b][/u]

Okay, so far, so good. At least that was what Lute believed as he hurtled out of the giant tent, seeing that none of his limbs were in flames. Still, the crazy chick was after him- just as he hoped- but boy oh boy, did she complicate matters. She summoned that strangely apathetic lookalike of hers and next thing the virtuoso knew an oversized towel was being flung at his face. Acting purely out of repulsion and instinct, Lute jumped away from the mysterious cape and the bacteria it held then spun towards the opposite direction. The last thing he saw was that batshit insane girl screaming and lunging at him before they fell to the ground.

Where Lute would have normally tried to calm her down, he opted to keep his mouth shut and pry the magician’s hands away from her face. Her nails were quite sharp and they hurt, not to mention that she really enjoyed yanking his hair by the roots every chance she got. In the end, Sammie’s wrath won over and Lute just covered his face, allowing the girl to torture him as she wished. That was, of course, before Delilah got pissed off. 

A loud, ear-splitting shriek erupted from the virtuoso’s fists, disorienting the magician and her twin (?) who was approaching the duo. While the nearby refugees screamed at the commotion Lute took the opportunity to roll away and reclaim ground, the thin trails on his skin almost as red as the flames in the Big Top. “Last warning, sister. Back off. I’m not the enemy here,” He snapped, sidestepping the two until his back was facing the tent’s exit. If they let him go, he’d rush back and help the others.

Not that he expected them to do that, really, and to be honest, he’d been itching for a good brawl for quite some time now.