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

The many plushies and stuffed toys that belonged to Guinevere and served as given prizes from the circus’ stalls continued to besiege the Big Top, spilling into and overflowing inwards from every entrance like an almighty tidal wave, seemingly without end. On and on they bounced and floated, joining the battle inside and causing mayhem wherever they could succeed. 

Marcus’ entire body was surrounded by them. Individually they were weak and nebulous, a distraction at best, but with Guinevere’s masterful control and focus of them, they became a dangerous threat, especially in high numbers. And high numbers there were. Marcus became battered on all sides by the plushies, weighted down and hit all around his body, the various dolls and toys obscuring his vision. For every one he would knock back and blow away, two more would take their place, and two more for them. It was all becoming too much. 

“Argh!” Marcus cried, as two of the foam swords swung through the air at opposite angles, lightly slashing his opposite arms and legs. With a gritting of his teeth, Marcus reopened his eyes, both glowing a powerful emerald hue. Spiralling out from his body, a massive, powerful tornado gust swept outwards, gripping the toys and sending them blowing out away from him to rain down all over the circus. 

‘Too many,’ Marcus tried to think, maintaining his wind magic to keep the toys at bay, but also to limit the strength of his spell lest it afflict the nearby Eric or any of his other close friends. He did not recognise the other two nearby, the charming girl or the strangely androgynous man in the big hat, but considering the latter’s assault on Eric and the two others dressed similarly about the tent attacking his friends, he could wager they were an enemy. ‘Too many to fight like this. We need to disable her, as quickly as we can.’

Lucien’s wild and erratic bear drew close towards Marcus, the wind mage snapping his head to face it. Twitching his eye, Marcus twirled his staff within his hands, as he quickly deliberated what he should do. 

Another powerful burst of wind shot out from the tip of Marcus’ staff, blowing out and enveloping the entire bear’s body. To its surprise, the sheer force and power of the wind ripped the bear off its feet and sent it flying back to crash against another of the Big Top tent’s walls, further destabilising and rocking the entire area. 

Perhaps this could be a suitable tactic?

Marcus turned his attention back again towards Vance and Guinevere, as Amy drew close towards Vance. On the other side of them, he could see another particular person charging at the puppeteer. He took a step forward to try and assist them, but was swamped by yet more stuffed dolls and toys surging in his path. 

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“Damnit!” Estelle cursed, ducking low underneath Crispin’s fiery assault, dodging and weaving throughout his errant strikes and using the back of her Fireblade to deflect the attacks too close for comfort. Sparks rained through the air as the two fire wielders danced about the stage. Crispin’s strikes continued to direct Estelle back to the wall of fire he had summoned, with Estelle dropping to her knees and rolling out of the path of his next strike which reverberated against the flames. “Fight it, Crispin, you idiot!” Estelle yelled, swinging her leg out and tripping Crispin onto his behind. 

As the man fell to his behind, Estelle quickly picked herself up and began dashing against towards Vance, her fireblade raised in hand. She was growing tired of him and his insulting antics. They needed to take him down. Now.