[img]http://i.imgur.com/bWd8nKB.png[/img] [b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top[/u][/b] Bedlam. The entire circus turned to bedlam. It was almost as if Estelle’s defeat of one of the Phillis Siblings, Vance, had actually made the situation a hundred times worse. With the puppeteer’s fall, the remaining standing sibling and member of the circus was the owner and ringmaster herself – Guinevere Phillis. And in the wreckage of her home and family’s defeat, the doll user had gone mad with grief and anger. In her eyes, it was she whom had been assaulted and hurt by these would be invaders, never mind the fact that the circus had been abducting people and forcing them to perform against their will. Or at least, perhaps the guilt laid only with a fraction of the circus’ number? Perhaps Guinevere truly was innocent of any crime… it was something Marcus had considered. But such a possibility didn’t seem convincing. She was the circus’ owner. The Ringmaster herself, and thus in charge of everything that occurred within these grounds. Surely she would know… right? Too many questions and not enough answers… not nearly enough information to draw a definitive conclusion. And not enough time to possibly allow it. Guinevere’s attack had escalated to a terrifying degree. If the Pride didn’t keep their wits about them, they would be defeated. Already their entire team had been injured and hurt, with Xandra, Lucien, Aria and Crispin proving the worst. If they didn’t focus on defeating Guinevere as quickly as possible, they would never have the opportunity to discover the real truth of this whole affair. --------- [img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] [b][u]Onstage[/u][/b] “Raaaargh!” Estelle raised her fireblade into the air before her, defending herself from the sudden lunge of the flying foam shark’s attack, which drove Estelle skidding backwards as sharp teeth clanged against sharp metal. Eventually the swordwoman’s feet stopped, and Estelle held her ground against the attacker, struggling backwards against the inhumanly powerful shark. But almost as soon as Estelle began to turn the tables against her foe, it suddenly shifted its own attack. Its body suddenly swiped to the side, and smacked its powerful tail straight into Estelle’s side, knocking her down to the floor with a grunt. As soon as she landed on the ground, many more of the toys and dolls controlled by Guinevere began to swarm to and over her, throwing their weight onto her to keep her completely pinned. The dolls laughed a sinister giggle as they did so, and started to rake their horribly sharp nails along Estelle’s bare skin to her scream. “Yes…” Guinevere’s lips quivered as her eyes darted across the battleground, side to side, along all areas of the tent. “Suffer… just as you have forced me to suffer!!” ----------- [img]http://i.imgur.com/8mPMSWF.png[/img] [b][u]Pit[/u][/b] “What on Ddaear…?!” Marcus’ eyes widened in horror as his body was suddenly lurched off stage and into the pit along with Amy and Crispin. With a wheeze his body gasped upon landing on his back, and Marcus was rendered speechless at the sight of their would be attackers. Plush monkeys with preposterously huge, sticky hands growing larger and larger and forming into giant fists, ready to slam down upon them…! Marcus didn’t have any time. He concentrated his energy, and gave himself, Amy and Crispin a swift boost in agility at the same time he unleashed a buffeting gale in-between themselves and the falling fists. Would the fists be slowed enough, and themselves fast enough to avoid the impending attack? ------ [img]http://i.imgur.com/yWeW5Rr.png[/img] [b][u]Aisle[/u][/b] “Oh c’mon, you have got to be shittin’ me…!” Eric cursed, as from behind came the rumbling rebounding sound of giant boulders crashing through from the nearest exit – some bouncing up and down in an arc towards him, some rolling down along the sloping aisle. All of them modelled after a certain particular notorious monster… who on ddaear was deranged enough to make these? “Get off of me you annoying… things!” Eric’s fidgeting about his body grew more and more eratic, picking up and throwing porcelain dolls as far away from his person as he could. And then, he started to run, run away from the boulders. But he was too late. One of the two bouncing balls bounced up and slammed him right in his wounded nether regions again, and the other then went and uppercutted him in the chin. Pain washed throughout him as he staggered backwards. And then, two more of the dangerous boulders rolled down the aisle and bowled him over at his legs. He hit the ground and sobbed loudly.