[img]http://i.imgur.com/yWeW5Rr.png[/img] [b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top: Aisle[/u][/b] With surprising agility and speed, graced from a magical enchantment blessed from Marcus, Eric’s body began to move, racing through the damaged and ruin circus’ seating, sprinting around and hurdling over several discarded seats that lay in his way, deftly dodging flying plush cannonballs splattering against the ground in the spot where he had once been. He said nothing as he moved forwards, working on doing his best to dodge the incoming projectiles, and get as close as he possibly could to that which he was chasing. And then, after getting close enough and at the right possible angle… He swiped his right hand out to the side, a wire shooting out from within his sleeve and sharply snaking about and through the air, coiling around and digging into the strange six-legged alien cat toy beast’s pitch forked tongue, with the diamond tip of his wire stabbing through its very centre. The sudden action suddenly stopped the beast’s rampage after Trixie, and it turned in confusion at the surprising strength that held it in place. Trixie, gasping and huffing as she skidded to a stop to watch what had happened to cause the beast to stop its chase, gasped in surprise at the site before her. Who knew the weird poopie man could do that? “You hurt my niece!” Eric yelled, bracing his body and flexing his muscles as he channelled his strength throughout his arms and into the wire trapping the giant horrible plush amalgamation. “You’re gonna pay for that!!” And with that, the beast was suddenly wrenched free from the ground upon which it stood, and forced to revolve about in a spinning circle with Eric as its centre, over and over again. Trixie gasped as Eric strained to pour more and more speed and momentum into it, genuinely impressed and raising her twin uzis up into the air to pelt the hapless beast with bullet after bullet. ------ [img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/ZEQcnsM.png[/img] [b][u]Onstage[/u][/b] “Leader!” Xandra cried out, backtracking in horror at the sudden grotesque transformation greeting the oversized doll attacking them. As more and more toys, plushes and dolls swarmed to the foe, latching themselves onto it and making it grow more and more sinister and powerful, Estelle and Xandra could only watch in disbelief at what now stood before them. A foe so large and unbelievably powerful that it was able to simultaneously attack her and Xandra, Moira and Syed, and Lute and Aria, as separated as they all were. How on Ddaear could such an abomination exist?! “I see it, Xan, I just… I don’t believe it…!” Estelle raised her sword up in front of her, ready to meet this new challenge. Xandra nodded alongside her, taking in a deep, lungful of breath as a warm rejuvenating sensation flowed throughout her body, numbing the pain that had been coursing through her thanks to Amy. With a new agility buff graced to them from Marcus, they stood ready more then ever to fight! “Now!” Estelle yelled, as the doll glanced at the two with a menacing eye, swiping its metal barrier at them like a heavy, gigantic club. Xandra planted one end of her pole against the ground, using it to assist her to vault over the sweeping attack, as Estelle jumped up and onto the club, crouching as low as she could to maintain her balance. The doll almost seemed to act surprised by the unpredictable attack, as Estelle raced up the metal’s remaining length and, lifting her ignited fireblade up overhead, drove it downwards to stab the doll’s hand. ------ [img]http://i.imgur.com/J8VStXo.png[/img] [b][u]Aisle[/u][/b] Like ‘rock-em, sock-em robots’, Lucien’s imp and the plush gargoyle it faced off against traded blow after blow at each other, swiping claws and boxing each other over and over with the hope of winning. The gargoyle plush wasn’t too powerful or dangerous, more of a distracting annoyance then anything, and so it was that Lucien’s imp, rearing back and charging its fist for a swift, deadly uppercut, finished the match by punching its damaged head off, stuffing and stitching spilling everywhere in its fall. The imp grinned and bounced from side to side as it laughed, quite pleased with itself and pointing down at its fallen foe whilst blasting an unsporting raspberry at it, until its head jolted to the side once, then twice, then a third. The imp looked around in confusion, at the way it had felt like it’d been hit, but not able to see anything. What was happening? And then Lucien’s real body blinked, reawakening to his surroundings. His head and chest really hurt… what gives? And then he recoiled with a sharp yelp as another flying plush projectile smacked the ground in front of him. Looking up, Lucien rubbed his eyes in disbelief at the flying winged rainbow rhino thing, and then jumped onto his feet and booked it as fast as he could for some better cover whilst holding his head. There had to be some inappropriately stupid joke that was just [i]perfect[/i] for this situation, but he was far too busy trying to avoid death by cannon plushes to say anything.