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[b][u]Phillis Circus: Outside the Big Top[/b][/u]

Sammie lashed her whip, catching Lidya's attention a second time. She motioned for the lioness to come to her, and Lidya did without question. Olga and Elena followed suit, curious as to what their second-in-command tamer had in mind for them, now that their bear villain had been vanquished. With Max, Lute, and Poppy all literally flying back into the Big Top, it was time for the magician to make her return as well. "Let's go finish what we started, girls! Maybe if we're lucky that flaming asshole's already been taken control of..."

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"Sis, calm down. Wait a second." Cammie followed in after her with a soft (and rather dull) voice. Sammie stopped, but did not look back to her brother. "He said something about a kidnapping. You think maybe something's going on in the area? Could it be a misunderstanding?"

Her shoulders hunched, but she kept her eyes forward. "What, the whole kidnapping thing? I have no idea! He's doing some dumb guildy ploy to get you to doubt yourself. Come on, Cammie!" Sammie continued her stride towards the Big Top, her legion of animals calmly following after her. She stepped foot into the Big Top with a loud stomp, followed by Elena's own. She pointed towards the where Lute and Poppy had fallen, with Tammie, Lucien, and Trixie not too far off - and lashed her whip in that direction. A loud snap echoed from her position. "Get 'em, girls! Our friends are hurt and they need your help!"

Lidya lunged after Lute's position, aware of Poppy's presence as well. Elena and Olga stalked after Trixie's position, though at a calmer pace. Upon hearing the elephant's loud entrance, Trixie looked up from her wrestling with Tammie and gulped loudly. "...uh oh."

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How on Ddaear had this simple special night gotten so far out of control? Vance couldn't even hear Abram checking on him amidst all the brewing chaos. He had thought setting the tent aflame was far enough already - but then more of Crispin's teammates poured into a harmless [i]circus[/i] with [i]weapons.[/i] If this didn't classify as assault... what would?

The redhead's sword spurted flames as bright as Crispin's own, and the brawler nearly fainted upon the brilliant sight. Thankfully Xandra caught him before he toppled over completely. "Oh sweet, sweet gods. This must be it. I am actually dead now. Ohhh gods." His mutterings went unheard by all parties involved.

Despite Vance's injuries, both to his face and his pride, he still looked to Estelle with his chin held high and expression unscathed. Now that this child had her own weapon in hand, now that he could see personally that Crispin had more of these allies than it seemed... he had considered Abram's request earlier to allow him to deal with Crispin on his own on account of letting Estelle and the others off the hook. But now - mercy was not an option.

As Estelle's blade raged with an inferno brighter than her own fury, a cry left Xandra's mouth: "Estelle! Look out!"

Perhaps she was expecting a projectile, or a suckerpunch from one of the other circus troops, but not for Xandra to immediately launch into an attack herself. She had been running after Aria, but changed course the instant she began running. She threw a punch at the swordswoman's side, her metal arm shifting into a hammer-like shape during their fray. Vance's arm had extended towards her with fingers bent like spiderlegs. His mouth curled into a slight smile. "A morphing prosthetic? Interesting."

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Without hesitation, Crispin leapt back onto the stage - Estelle's fireblade and Xandra's attack had rekindled his own fighting spirit. He wound up a fist, his knuckles burning brightly with his pyrokinesis. "You're dead to me, Vance! Dead!" While he didn't have the intention to kill, the anger was all there. The only thing that stood close enough to deter Crispin's hit was Vance's right-hand man.