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

"L-lulu!" Aria gasped as the Virtuoso all but tackled his way through the throngs of stuffed animals, throwing them off of her and releasing her from their fluffy clutches. Almost at the same time a golden glow encompassed her body, healing the smaller bruises and cuts that she had sustained. The pain in her shoulder lessened as the wound closed slightly, the flow of blood lessening. The illusionist felt rejuvenated, suddenly becoming more aware of her surroundings.

For a short moment she felt that fainting might have been a better choice. A lion and a girl with strange looking limbs were approaching fast from one side, while Isabella was coming from the other side, looking murderous once again. Aria shoved Lute down as a rain of knives came at them, snatching a small plush wolf that scampered by her feet and using it as a shield. A few knives shredded the thing into scraps of fabric and stuffing, only then Aria noticing how a large variety of stuffed animals had invaded the circus tent, all doing their best to hinder her friends' movements. 

At this rate they would be overwhelmed by sheer numbers alone. No, they needed to take down whoever was controlling these squishy dolls, and her eyes landed on Guinevere. That was the woman, she had no doubt. They had no time to deal with the lion, Poppy, and especially not Isabella. Amy was in trouble, she could see, restrained by a large terrifying teddy bear with a multitude of strangely sharp toy swords pointed at her. 

"We have to deal with the creepy doll lady first," she hissed out at Lute. "and then we can- where are your shoes? Aaah, whatever! Run for it!" She grabbed, Lulu's hand, yanking him into a sprint- Directly at Isabella.

She released the knives she had plucked from the poor skewered wolf plushie, chucking them at the acrobat. A small illusion was made, all that she could manage right now. It hid the real knives within a group of false ones, making it hard to discern and avoid them. The acrobat hadn't been expecting the two to make a run towards her, eyes widening as more knives than she could remember throwing flying towards her. There was no way for her to dodge them all, and yet when the first knife hit her flesh she felt nothing. Instead the blades that had reached Isabella whisped away, the real knives heading instead for the target behind her- Guinevere.

What Aria didn't expect was Eric's sudden appearance and his rescue of Amy, but it only served as a further distraction to the ruffles-wearing lady. Perhaps it would even distract her enough so that she wouldn't notice the blades flying towards her.