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

“All right, that long-haired fish stick’s going [i]down[/i]!” Lute and Delilah snarled at the same time as the virtuoso got up from the ground. “I think I just found the one damn decent thing about my clumsiness,” He muttered, pertaining to that moment earlier where he slipped instead of sending more attacks to Aria. Wait, who was he kidding? He actually [i]punched[/i] her! Both were equally frustrated with what Vance had them do and were waiting for a chance to get free of his control, and now that they had the opportunity…! Anyway, earlier Poppy had her hands poised around Aria’s throat, but Trixie arrived and lent them her aid. Now the two were running away from that blasted teddy bear that was supposed to have been destroyed already! With a battle cry of his own, the virtuoso charged at the giant plushie and tackled it. He pulled out a handful of stuffing out of the toy’s head before being pawed back. For something made out of cloth, that thing sure packed a punch…!

“Owww. Bad idea,” Lute groaned as he staggered to his feet. He could still catch up to Aria and Trixie if he ran fast enough, and he did, even jumping on the accursed bear for good measure. “Okay, what’s happening?” He called out as he reached the duo, where the prankster pulled out a flashbang that was, unfortunately, thrown back at them. And then the girl started firing her guns too! “They really don’t let up, do they?” Delilah steered Lute away from what shots she could hear, though he ran like a drunk thanks to the disorientation from the flash. 

In fact, he was a bit too slow to avoid the new bomb she chucked, and when Lute finally got the stars out of his vision he found that he was now stuck in one place. “Ohhhh, ughhhh! Disgusting!” He screeched. That sticky, damp feeling! Like condensed mold! As if that wasn’t enough, a handful of creepy ass little dolls went their way. As Lute twisted and turned his body to get a step out of the trap- definitely won’t do to have him fall on his butt now, not unless he wanted to fight without pants- some of them jumped up on him with those horrendously childish sound effects. He refrained from swatting at himself and shot sound bolts at the smallest dolls, at least until he felt something squirming inside his shirt.

Over his wound, actually.