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

“Balti, hang on! Don’t run off without Uncle Eric…! Man, what are these things?” Halfway to running down the aisle to the main performance ring where the two remaining circus adversaries, the Phillis siblings, stood, Eric found himself having to stop, with something crawling up and over him at various parts of his body, causing his skin to flair up and itch like crazy. It was only upon looking down and feeling around his wrists that Eric found what it was, and he had to take a back take in surprise at the sight greeting him – miniature porcelain dolls, each with a blank, delicate and unblinking stare moving across his body, trying to unstrap the devices around his wrists that he used to fire his wires from. 

He frowned at them intensely. It was almost like he had seen these strange things before, but he couldn’t remember where. 

At any rate, they were beginning to itch and annoy like crazy. Eric’s offense was rendered immobile as he struggled to rip and tear the persistent dolls off his body, but it felt like for every one he managed to rip free, another would latch on in their place. 

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Marcus too was suffering with the same plight. The ones attacking him held a fascination for his staff, perhaps believing that taking it and disarming him might leave him powerless. A simple folly. If they wanted his staff so badly, then let them have it.

Relinquishing his hold on his staff, Marcus turned away and ignored the dolls that snatched the wooden staff. His body began to move quicker, enhanced by the wind magic he was generating through himself, striding straight towards Vance and Guinevere’s position as quickly as possible. At first he was aimed for Vance, following up on Estelle’s cry from before. But no sooner had he charged towards the puppettering man then did he stop, his eyes widening in horror at what the two siblings had done to Amy. First, the foam sword, now sharpened beyond all measure cutting into her arm. And then Vance, stepping onto and crushing her wrist. 

Marcus’ eyes shone a bright emerald hue, and he swiped his hand from left to right as if motioning a backhand. With it, to the siblings’ surprise, followed a mighty powerful gust of wind that picked Vance up from his feet, and sent him flying away from his sister to the side in surprise.

“Vance!” Guinevere called out. 

The man landed down on the ground as ably as possible. The assault hadn’t hurt him physically, only wounding his pride, and flaring up his temper further still. That man had driven him away from his precious Amaranth, and for that he would pay. He had not yet been subjected to his mastery or dominance. Perhaps the ignorant fool should be the next one to learn…!

[b]“You.”[/b]

A voice called out from behind Vance, shocking him out of the reverie of his anger to focus on the speaker, and his nearest surroundings. Vance was taken aback by what he saw, in absolute disbelief. He threw his hands across his body, ready to face this new danger.

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Surrounded by a bevy of burning toy, plushie and doll corpses, the last of whom which were attacking had been deflected and sliced in two in front of him (before yet more and more were swarming along the ground to approach them) was Estelle, who locked her eyes and focus completely upon Vance. She gritted her teeth and flared the flame of her blade even higher, as with the aid of Marcus’ agility buff, she leapt out of the pit and began charging towards him. After seeing him use and control her and her friends... Xandra, Crispin, Lucien, Syed, Lute and Trixie... and hurt Amy in such a way...!

[b]“You’ve hurt my friends for the last time!!”[/b]