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[b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top - Onstage (Stage Left)[/b][/u]

Guinevere grimaced as Lute's voice exploded, but she quickly shook off the ringing in her ears. Aria and Lute were starting to draw in too close for comfort, but still the ringmaster was confident Isabella and Poppy could handle them deftly. Lidya was still there as well, but she stood off from the enemies, pawing uncomfortably at her own face and ears. More inanimate prizes flowed into that area, but rather than distancing herself or focusing on the two guilders, Guinevere allowed the nearest toys to do her bidding.

Five more foam swords hovered around the quad, a couple in Poppy's reach(es) with their blades pointed at Lute and Aria. Once more they hardened and sharpened themselves, ready to fling at their opponents once they had a clear shot. There still remained the giant waddling teddy bear as well. Other hovering dolls arranged themselves into a flying fluffy fence, blocking off the guilders from easily reaching Guinevere. Still her injured panda laid beside her feet as well.

Lute cried out about hypocrisy, which only prompted Guinevere to snap back. "You forget who barged into whose home first!! Nobody would be getting hurt had it not been..."

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"Ohhh my gods," Crispin cried out, his body still fighting like a machine despite his attempts to override it. "Cut it with the 'innocent' game, will you!? I'm so sick of--ack!"

Estelle's leg knocked him down. She then used this opportunity to gain a headstart after Vance. As much as Crispin wanted to root for her, his body painfully jumped up and charged after her. Legs like noodles, he groaned with each step as he charged after her. "Ugh! To your left!"

With his one working hand, he punched forward, sending out a fiery projectile after Estelle. The flame was weak however, and even as Estelle shifted her direction to dodge it, it dissipated before it could even reach her. This only propelled Vance to move him faster, with as much agonizing speed as the brawler had left in him. Even then he had underestimated Estelle's versatility. Crispin continued to cry out as he ran after Estelle and sent more dying projectiles her way. He managed a jump, quickly gaining on the swordswoman, and attempted another punch at her face.

Of course, that punch missed entirely, and Vance forced him to follow up with his second hand. This hit landed; Crispin had loosely jabbed her shoulder... with his broken hand. While it did nothing more than harmlessly push the swordswoman away from him, Crispin began to howl in pain yet again. His entire body flooded in agony, begging him to stop, to cool off. His pyrokinesis was nowhere near trained enough to be used in prolonged battles like this, nor did he enjoy fighting with broken bones - but Vance pushed his limits regardless.

After that final jab, Crispin's movements became more erratic than normal. He staggered forward, after the fleeing swordswoman, but his legs wobbled with each step. The fire engulfing both of his hands flickered before going out.

Suddenly the brawler hunched over and fell onto his side. Trembling wildly, he cradled his busted hand and erratic fingers. Thin vapors emitted from his body but evaporated soon enough. "I'm gonna be sick..."