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Moira felt her arms suddenly tense, the bear-hug she was giving Syed tightening. So the sick bastard was going to get into her head, eh? She found herself snarling. Yet... this is exactly what she was expecting. That was why she backed off from everyone after all. "FUCKIN' TWISTED SON OF A-!" she screamed nonetheless as her body began to strafe towards Lucien.

At least, until Vance was sent flying through the air by Marcus and severed his control. For a brief moment she felt quite dazed, with pins and needles travelling across her body. She immediately let go of her partner to stagger, who promptly collapsed straight to the floor and started coughing.

She had no fucking idea what was what anymore what with everyone attacking one another and holy shit she felt like she had fleas or something. What the fuck?! It was those dolls. Those, horrible, creepy, stalker dolls, crawling all over her, scratching at her burned skin until it began to seep blood. Moira yelled, scratching at herself to dislodge them and only really making matters worse.

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Syed, meanwhile, continued to lay shivvering on the floor. His mind was brought back to the current state of affairs when one of the dolls strode in front of his gaze, bending over and waving in front of his face with it's tiny fabric paw. It stared at him blankly with those green button eyes, that charred crimson silk dress. His reddened eyes widened at the sight.

Amy. Amy, she was hurt by these creeps who clearly had a vendetta against her at this point, he heard her scream even if it didn't register properly at the time. He blinked rapidly, flexing his fingers as he went to roll over onto his back. The doll didn't seem to like this, jolting forward to gouge his eye in retaliation.

Fortunately, Syed's magic was faster. He involuntarily sparked up in self defence, damaging the many dolls which were by now also crawling over his body, agitating the wounds he had received in their earlier match-up with Max. He then scrambled up, taking in everything he could.

If the man was the one who could control people, then that meant the woman...

He raised his hands, flexing them a little before his gaze and allowing a few sparks to form. He still started a little at the sight, but they were his again. His magic was his again. He hesitated.

And with that, he leapt forward. "Holy SHIT these dolls are fuckin' annoying!" Moira exclaimed, launching herself after him and still scratching herself all the while. Fortunately Syed was casting, forming a path through the masses of toys with his electricity to allow Moira to run towards Vance mostly unimpeded. Even the dolls which continued to damage her skin were starting to dwindle in number, even if some clung steadfast. She clenched her fists.

That wasn't the purpose of his cast, however. While both he and Moira were indeed sprinting towards Vance to support Estelle...

...A loose piece of scaffolding, dislodged from the fighting earlier flew through the air and impaled itself into the ground with a loud bang, forming a sparking metallic barrier between Amy and Guinevere. A time-buying move at best, one which made him stagger as both magical and mental exhaustion began to take hold, but like hell was he going to let them keep torturing her.

Now he had a grip on himself again, he had to save the freak-outs til later.