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[b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top Tent: Performance Ring[/u][/b]

Vance recoiled as he saw the blazing girl in front of him, effortlessly cut through and reduce to ruin more of his dearest sister’s toys, dolls and plushes that attempted to swarm him. She seemed like a madwoman possessed, and not in the good, personal way he endeavoured in, charging forwards and leaping out of the pit and charging towards him as fast as she possibly could. 

And she wasn’t the only one. Turning to the side, he spied two more Guilders charging towards him, the redheaded woman brandishing a giant sword that he had just been puppeting, and her electricity fuelled partner. What fools! He thought to himself. When would their audacity ever end? 

The blazing, fire fuelled girl would be his, along with the small, diminutive uzi firing rascal attacking the two Guilders who sought to upset his sister. He would take control of this enraged girl once more and use her to fight against her dear friends. He would make her bow and submit to his will, and learn just who here was in control. Who out of them was the Master, and who his powerless servant. He had had enough of Estelle’s infuriating desires to resist – the prolonged battles he had waged against her, controlling her friends over and over to try and defeat her, and her aggravating inability to simply admit defeat and lie down. But now she would learn, and it would be through her that the rest of these cretinous plebeians would know defeat!

He raised his hand up towards Estelle, focusing his concentration upon her, and locking in his control. His fingers twitched as they danced the dance of the puppeteer, each one flexing up and down as he toyed and played with the metaphorical strings hooked onto Estelle’s body. It was through her, and the other with the uzis across the far side of the stage, that the rest of these Guilders would be destroyed. And then, finally, he could take his dear sweet Amaranth for himself, and…

But wait. 

Something was wrong. Very, very wrong.

“This… this cannot be…” Vance muttered. For some impossible, inexplicable reason… his power was not working. The bullheaded girl charging at her was resistant to him! But how?! His power had worked on her before! Only someone of such powerful will would be able to resist his control… was that it? Was all the humiliation he had elected on her and her friends throughout their battle so far what drove her to this? He focused his concentration on the last split second moments before they met upon her, exacting all of his power and focus to make her stop… and he felt it. He felt it within her body, the strings he so elegantly weaved snake around and tighten about her, restrict it. But it was too little, too late. Even with all of the force and power he inflicted upon her to stop, Estelle still swung her sword, her will filled with the rage and determination of each and every one of her friends. Vance’s control had almost had her, but it was a single second too late. 

With the flat of her blade, Estelle’s swift strike struck diagonally across Vance’s body, sending him flying back with flames smouldering across his wound.