[img=http://i.imgur.com/bUTbEOv.png] [b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top - Pit[/b][/u] That was it. Whatever these guilders were doing was perfect. Crispin couldn't really see what was going on, but he sure as heck could feel it. And it felt [i]great.[/i] He was unaware, but both Amy and Marcus were glowing shades of green - each of them buffed with both agility and defense alike. On top of that, Marcus summoned a gale to slow down the fists as well. It was enough for Crispin to look up in time and see a jelly fist descent upon him. And like Moira and the shark, he seemed to be swallowed, right through the fist's very center. Until what looked like a long cylinder of jelly emerged from the top and bounced off to the side. The hand collapsed to the side in an instant, and there was Crispin, still crouched down low with his non-broken fist extended to the sky. No sizzles, no fire, just pure brute and speed. Without Marcus' buff or Amy's defense, he would not have been capable enough to land that hit. It did cause him to hunch over and puke again, though. [img=http://i.imgur.com/t9SKBzc.png] Unlike Marcus, Amy casted a single spell amongst the three of them, which gave her enough time to evade the punch. However, in both slowing down the fists and assisting his friends, he left himself open for the fist's mighty crash. "Marcus!" Amy cursed under her breath, lunged after the mage as quickly as she could, and roughly pushed him out of the way. Naturally she'd dodge her own demons to ensure her safety above all others, as she was one of the more fragile members of the group defense-wise, but something overcame her. She didn't know what it was, she couldn't think of what it was, but she knew she couldn't let him take the hit. So she would in his place...! But... she wasn't even hit. No, another gale seemed to rush overhead - not one by Marcus, but one resulting from something moving at a rapid pace. Something like the hand itself, swinging away. It suddenly flung away from the pit, with the monkey soaring after it, and into the aisle where Eric was at - effectively knocking the two boulder-like balls harassing him. Amy watched this happen overhead, before immediately going into another quick chant. Estelle was still screaming from onstage; she needed their help. The hand that previously targeted Amy slammed right into the ground, creating a miniature crater. Its master puppeteering monkey jumped and cried out in aggression. The hand lifted itself from the ground, shook its wrist a few times, then formed into another fist, ready to pummel both Amy and Marcus at once. --- [img=http://i.imgur.com/Ujon08s.png] [b][u]Seats[/b][/u] Baltimore had laid low in the meantime and constructed an invisible rope, a lasso to assist the others. As she ran off towards her injured uncle, she began crafting something else as well. She reached him soon enough. One of the giant balls rolled back from its landing spot and, without warning, bounced up into the air. It would crush them, it would crush them good! However, Baltimore was already prepared for this. She threw what was in her hands - an invisible spear - straight at the huge plush ball. It seemed to burst with stuffing suddenly as it charged course and flew back into both the monkey and other boulder. The young girl sighed and turned to her uncle, who was in a massive amount of pain yet again. Poor Uncle Eric. If he wanted this kind of lifestyle, he wouldn't have retired. His niece crouched beside him and hugged him tightly. She was no nurse or cleric, she couldn't help ease his pains, but at least she could show him that she was there for him. In the midst of this... a third boulder-like item rushed straight after them from the opposite direction. --- [img=http://i.imgur.com/dO6vRyy.png] [b][u]Seats[/u] (Eastern)[/b] "Ooph... my head hurts." Trixie found herself lying between a couple of seats again, after being thrown for the umpteenth time. Her head lolled in dizziness, but she shook it off quickly, tumbling and stumbling as she rose to her feet. "J, just because I'm funsize doesn't mean you can throw me around like that!" She fumbled for the guns in her butt pocket as her vision corrected itself. And she turned to see Moira suddenly eaten by a giant flying shark. Was she still dizzy? That's totally crazy! Trixie unloaded rapidfire on the shark plush. "Hey! Let go of Boss, butthole!" It twitched and jittered in response to the bullets pelleting against its fabric skin; several seams were torn open from this, but it was not enough to kill the shark entirely. Enraged and still hungry for more, despite the bulge in its now expanded belly, it began flying after the prankster. She screamed at this but kept firing at it rather than fleeing. --- [img=http://i.imgur.com/bWd8nKB.png] [b][u]Onstage[/u][/b] Part of Guinevere wanted to smile. Part of her simply couldn't. These demons were getting what they deserved, and yet it still didn't seem like enough. There laid the biggest offender of them all, she who had both defied and taken down her brother in a fell swing. The stage began to shake yet again. Among the throng of big plush creatures that flooded into the tent were more of those dressy porcelain dolls some of the Pride members had encountered earlier. One of them took off towards the stage immediately, running passed Moira and Syed as their attention focused on other enemies, and bypassing the distracted Lute and Aria as well. The new doll stopped at the metallic barrier Syed had set down on stage previously, and swept it up with stubby plastic fingers. It yanked it free from its holding, just like that. The black aura surrounding its body thickened even further. "Disgusting..." Guinevere murmured from behind it, her face hidden. This thing, this huge doll of porcelain skin and threaded copper hair and burned washcloth dress and half its face missing from a certain tent's destruction. It smiled and made the same googoo-ga giggle as those crawling along Estelle's skin. "Truly disgusting..." With Estelle still reeling in pain (though glowing now from Amy's spell), the doll titter-tottered her way with its new steel weapon held high.