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

Pain. Pure, unspeakable pain gripped the poor man, forced to lie down in a foetal position and hugging his crown jewels. At first he couldn’t see or feel anything else, oblivious to the sensation of all of Guinevere’s [b]plushie[/b] army washing over him or the sounds of the chaotic fighting escalating throughout the tent. He just wanted to lie still and curl up and cry. The pain he was feeling was way worse then anything else he had experienced during his time in the-

“Balti?” Eric spoke, feeling a familiar set of hands cradle and try to soothe his aching head. Blinking through his tears and straightening his blurred vision, Eric saw Balti kneel before him, her concerned and worried expression speaking volumes to how his niece felt. He gritted his teeth and steeled himself. He couldn’t let Balti see him in such a state as this. Not ever.

It was only a powerful mallet smacking him in the nuts. No big deal. 

He rose up again, patting his niece on the head and smiling down to reassure her. Everything was going to be alright. He’d make sure of it. 

“Hey,” Eric spoke out, pointing towards the recovering Cammie and snatching his attention. “You’re going to pay for that, you little punk. No one hits my balls and gets away with it.”

Cammie frowned, stealing himself for whatever the peculiar trenchcoat wearing man’s next move would be, however he didn’t expect it to be so swift or sudden. One of the wires from Eric’s wrists had already snagged around his leg, tightening to ensnare it completely, but not enough to pierce through. As Cammie tried to speak, he was wrenched off the ground and forced to spin through the air at a dizzying rate, circling around and around through the air as Eric spun him about like a lasso. This new makeshift weapon also helped to knock the [b]plushies[/b] closest to him and Balti, swatting them away with various squeaks and puffs. 

“Get lost!” Eric finally released the tension of his wire from Cammie’s leg. The magician was sent flying through the air at high speed, shooting across the length of the Big Top’s tent, aimed directly at a particular person who only caught her brother at the last second. 

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“C-cammie!~*” Tammie was regrettably bonked on the head with her brother’s own. The two collapsed in a heap beside their other fallen sister Sammie, as Poppy’s coffee was sent spiralling up into the sky. And in a twist of ironic fate, what Tammie had done to Lucien earlier now happened to her – the steaming liquid landed on hers and Cammie’s hands, lightly burning them. 

“Steeerike!” Eric and Balti both jumped and fist pumped. “Hopefully those two weirdos stay down, huh?” Eric turned back to grin with Baltimore. 

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At the same time, Marcus, who stood before them unleashed another gale of wind from around him that blew the toys and [b]plushies[/b] closest to them further back. After that, with a raise of his staff into the air, he erected a wall of wind around them, a swirling hurricane that forced all of the [b]plushies[/b] that tried to enter to swirl about its winds and then go catapulting off somewhere, as the trio stood in the relative safety of the hurricane’s eye. It wouldn’t last too long, but it was enough to give them a breather. 

“Eric… I would ask for you to leave and escort that young girl with you to safety,” Marcus sighed, catching his breath. “But I get the feeling that neither you nor her are ordinary civilians, are you?”

Eric laughed. “Define ordinary?”

“A guilder, perhaps?”

“No, not quite, nothing as fancy as that. It doesn’t matter, I’m retired now.” Eric handwaved the topic away. 

“Well, perhaps that’s something we could talk about later. As for now… if you would be willing, perhaps together we can stop these people,” Marcus refocused his attentions on the two nearby standing siblings, Vance and Guinevere Phillis, and Amy who stood before Vance. The two of them were the ones causing the most danger and chaos, controlling their friends and commanding a dangerous [b]plushie[/b] army. “They’ve hurt my friends enough.”

Eric nodded, walking forwards, cracking his neck from side to side with one hand, as the other held onto Balti’s hand. “Yeah… them and their thing with kidnapping people. [i]It ends today.”[/i]