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[b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top: Performance Ring[/u][/b]

[b]“PETRA! YOU HURT PETRA!!”[/b]

A massive fist swung down, smashing the ground where Crispin had been but a second ago. The pain from the brawler’s fire fist attack earlier seemed to have no effect on the large and mighty, muscular beast tamer Abram, who was lost in anger and rage at seeing what the tenacious little upstart had done to his precious panda. On and on, he lunged forwards, swiping his giant, powerful arms inches away from Crispin, who ducked and weaved and backtracked his way out of reach, feeling the wind generated by the shockwave from Abram’s punches hit against his cheeks, his baseball cap almost flying off. 

“First you try burn circus! Then you harm little Isa! And now…!” Abram’s voice grew louder and louder, his shouts turning into as loud a roar as his lion Lidya. “Now Abram smash stupid boy!”

He charged forwards, racing towards Crispin like a stampeding bull. With a small shriek, Crispin darted to the side and just out of reach of the giant’s mammoth hands. As he did, he swung one of his enflamed fists out, jabbing Abram in the side as he spun back around and hopped to and fro on his feet again, his fists raised above his head. And he was gripped with yet more surprise at seeing Abram appear seemingly unaffected. The larger man skidded to a halt, and already turned back around to charge again. He ducked and weaved out of the beast tamer’s path once more, throwing another quick jab out to the man’s other side. Was this how it was going to be for the entirety of this fight or something?

Except Abram didn’t return the same type of attack. Instead, he stopped, bending over and lifting up a herculean sized platform for where the ringmaster would stand upon in the central performance ring in order to announce and address the crowd watching. The thing was huge and solidly built, having to have weighed an almost impossible amount… and Abram lifted it as if it was nothing. 

And just as he had lifted it, he threw it like it was nothing as well – spinning like a giant discus and aimed directly at Crispin. 

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“Down!” Estelle screamed, racing in from the side and grabbing Crispin’s legs, dragging him into a slide underneath the spinning attack (which crashed into the far ringside wall with a rumbling afterquake) and to safety a short distance away. Estelle hopped up to her feet, one hand still holding onto the katana, the other offered to Crispin to help pull him up. “Don’t get carried away, you idiot!” Estelle swung and readied her sword in a new stance, looking towards their opponents – Abram was already beginning to lift up new weapons in which to hurl at them, whilst Tammie was racing around and to the side, her focus entirely centered on them. 

And then there was the others – Aria, desperately fighting overhead on the tightrope against that vicious acrobat Isabella… and Lucien, in his bear form, having become lost in a bestial rage fighting against two of Abram’s pets… she desperately wanted to run to them and help them both, but how on Ddaear could she?