[img]http://i.imgur.com/ZEQcnsM.png[/img] [b][u]Phillis Circus: Outside[/u][/b] “Trixie!” Xandra exclaimed, finally finding the prankster after their splitting apart from her earlier smoke bomb. The metallurgist looked worse the wear, moving with a painful grimace at the fray nerves screaming agony from her prosthetic. Even despite this, she had ran over to and retrieved Estelle and Lute’s swords and Aria’s knives, running as desperately as she could with them in hand, even as red lines streaked past her from Lily and Stevie’s laser visors. As the final remnant of Trixie’s smokescreen began to dissipate, Lily’s form became fully visible, striding forwards with another relentless burst of laser fire that destroyed the ground just in front of Xandra. If she had turned to the side in time, she would have been hit directly by it. For now, she was lucky. “Xan!” “You again…” Poppy turned to see Xandra approach her and Trixie, readying herself to block the woman from rejoining her partner. Xandra frowned as she dashed forwards, glancing to her side at the strange pair of legs making their way towards Poppy as well. She turned again, dodging another volley of laser fire from Stevie, and booted the pair of legs in the shin, hard. Poppy’s face contorted in twisted agony from the hurt, and Xandra gave them another swift quick for good measure. “Trixie! Another smokescreen, please!” Xandra called out, running past Trixie. The prankster, hopping back onto her feet after Poppy’s shoulder barge, obliged. Much to Lily, Stevie and Poppy’s annoyance, the ground exploded again with yet another all consuming smoke bomb detonating to blanket the area in a thick grey fog. “Foolish girls…” Behind her metal visor Lily’s head shook. Her vision had been shifted into that of a heat vision spectrum – smokescreens were useless against her. She charged and primed her laser once more, watching as Trixie and Xandra planned to use this smokescreen to mask their retreat, the hum and glow of her laser growing brighter and brighter and brighter…! But then ceasing and dying down upon seeing Trixie and Xandra disappear behind a conglomerate of tents and vanish out of sight. Lily could have fired, but destroying their own property was not something they should have gone about doing (unlike, say, Max). She stopped, turning to her brother. “Are you alright, Stevie? You’re not badly hurt, are you?” Meanwhile, running as fast as they could to maximise their distance away from their enemies, Xandra and Trixie finally came to a stop, huffing and puffing as they crouched inside a tent. “Ha… ha… Trixie… are you okay?” Asked Xandra, setting the heavy weapon down on the ground for the time being. She gripped her prosthetic again. It’s all in the mind, she willed to herself. It wasn’t anything serious… she just had to remind herself of that. What was more important was getting these weapons back to her friends in the Big Top… that’s all. But saying it was one thing, the reality was another. No matter how many times Xandra insisted it to herself, her arm still hurt with unbelievable agony. ----- [img]http://i.imgur.com/BzPWL7E.png[/img] [b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top: Peformance Ring[/u][/b] “You think you big tough man, da?” Abram asked from behind Crispin, shocking the young fire brawler back into realisation of his surroundings. Tammie’s surprise attack had, for the moment, completely distracted him, leaving him vulnerable to Abram from behind. He couldn’t believe it, he was sure he had put enough distance between himself and the beast tamer that such a thing like this shouldn’t have been possible, but indeed he was there, and his mighty powerful arm swiped down, grabbing Crispin before he could react. Getting beaten around a lot like he had by Isabella and Abram already, maybe that made him more tired and disoriented then he thought… or was Abram simply faster then he could imagine? “Nraggh!” Crispin howled, as Abram lifted him in the air with his hands squeezed around Crispin’s head, slowly crushing him, hoping to smother the air out of him. “You set fire to circus, hurt innocent animals and pick on little girls whilst running away from mighty Abram, hmm?” The mighty muscle tamer snorted hot air from his nostrils. He kept the flailing Crispin at arm’s length, making it impossible for the brawler to possibly connect any punches to Abram’s vital areas. Occasionally, in his blind struggle he managed to punch Abram’s arm, however for Abram, a man so far embroiled in anger… it felt like a tiny mosquito buzzing away. He simply increased the pressure over Crispin. “Big, tough guy! Not so big or tough now, eh?” Abram glared at his prey with an intense, penetrating stare. “You stop struggling little man, and this be all over lot easier, da? Abram doesn’t like popping tiny head like little melon.” [img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] “Get off of him!” Screamed a voice from behind. Abram turned to look over his shoulder at a charging Estelle, dashing as quickly as she could to her partner’s defence. Abram simply stepped to the side, and with his free hand shoved Estelle back. The sudden of his action, as weak as the gesture was, threw her to the ground, unexpectantly dropping the katana. Recovering as quickly as she could, she jumped forward to grab it again, but a mighty boot stepped on top of the blade, making it impossible. “Little girl, do not make this harder then needs be, da?” Abram shook his head from side to side. “You remind Abram of his own precious daughters. He would not like to harm you if he can. But if Abram must, Abram shall. [b]Give. Up.[/b]” “Give up?” Estelle glared back through gritted teeth. “Estelle… Fenix… never gives up! Especially against people who think it’s alright to kidnap people!!” “Kidnap?” Abram frowned. “Whatever does little girl mean?”