[img]http://i.imgur.com/J8VStXo.png[/img] [b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top: Aisle[/u][/b] “Aw geez! This isn’t funny anymore!” Lucien wheezed, staggering as much as he could to try and stay away from the approaching vortex of toys, dolls and plush spinning in his direction. His body hurt far too much to be able to properly run, even with Amy’s healing buff. He had suffered severe wounds from that strange flying plush that the tiny mute girl had saved him from, and after this, if there even was an after, he’d need a big, long rest… Again, if there even was an after. The tornado of toys continued to rampage behind him, snatching up more and more of their fallen breathren and spinning them around the hope of battering Lucien to death. Even some of the chairs that had been broken from their moorings clattered about in its path, and was picked up by it, to spin in rotation along with the dolls. It was all getting too much, and Lucien… Lucien was at the end of his rope. He tripped over a piece of metal and fell harshly to the floor, panting and gasping. He turned back around, hoping that his friend Lute might be able to help him, but the pair had been separated with the tornado’s splitting. “Guys?” Lucien meekly called out. “Any help here, guys? Guys?” The tornado was inches upon, its spinning maelstrom mere seconds away from pummelling Lucien over and over…! But then just before it could attack the exhausted summoner, the vortex suddenly stopped, and every single toy, doll and plush that had been a part of it stopped still, suspended in the air, the winds that it had been generating completely immobilised. Replaced instead by much smaller winds buffeting and trapping the diminutive, light weight toys, all courtesy of: [img]http://i.imgur.com/8mPMSWF.png[/img] “A tornado?” Marcus chuckled beneath a brow of sweat, as he focused his two outstretched, glowing arms on the vortex remnants in front of Lucien. "Using a tornado against us is almost as amusing as one of Lucien's jokes. Almost." It took a lot of power and careful concentration to be able to so precisely weave and manipulate the winds like this, but fortunately for Marcus he didn’t need to maintain his spell too long. [img]http://i.imgur.com/yWeW5Rr.png[/img] Piercing from the belly of a stuffed toy and destroying its squeak, two razor thin, diamond tipped wires shot forth throughout the air, snaking and zigzagging about to puncture and stab every other remaining toy, doll and plush that had formed the tornado, ending with the ball of stuffing that had been its centre, resulting in a diorama of ruined, suspended toys. Eric’s wires then suddenly snapped taut into two fully straight lines, the stabbed and punctured dolls and toys resembling a skewered shishkebab, finally ending with them all slowly falling to the ground like dominos as Eric’s wires recoiled back into his wrists. Lucien gave the man a thumbs up and grin, and Eric obliged the gesture. --------- [img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/ZEQcnsM.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/snHZ3iM.png[/img] [b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top: Onstage[/u][/b] Meanwhile, the stuffed rhino monster had been soundly defeated, and the giant hulking, grotesque dolly had been bowled over to its side by Moira, with a helpful follow up attack delivered by Lute. This was their opportunity. “Go!” Xandra shouted, using her metallurgical powers to extend the metal rod she wielded to horizontally push the two sticky hands back, the ends of the pole sharpening into fine blades which delved into their bodies with a squishy stab. In order to prevent her weapon from being trapped within their body, she automatically concentrated on reducing the length of the metal pole, reshaping it in her hands and then extending it again vertically to stab and stop the missile like hand flying above them. As Xandra used what remained of her stamina, Estelle shot forward with the last dredges of her own, charging towards the fallen dollie, at the trapped Trixie, and at the gloating woman Guinevere behind them. With a trail of fire following behind her, Estelle leapt up and jumped towards the dollie, swinging her sword down at the giant beast. Her flaming lunge and slash pierced straight through and severed the centaur doll’s front legs, making its ability to stand up again impossible. After doing that, she flipped forwards again, this time exchanging a vertical swing for a horizontal one aimed at the sticky gelatinous arm of the hand trapping Trixie. Her enflamed sword dug in deep, and effortlessly slashed the thing in two. Frantic slashes were cut at the hand trapping Trixie, being careful to dig in deep enough to break the prankster’s bonds, but not harm the girl she considered a little sister inside. Trixie gasped in a deep lungful of air, as Estelle pulled her friend out of the sticky hand’s wreckage and embraced her tightly with one hand, the other still clutching her burning blade. She whispered to Trixie, reassuring her over and over that she was alright, and that this would all be over very soon, as she glared over her friends shoulders at the cornered Guinevere. Her dollie was still moving and functional, but barely. The Pride had the initiative now, and they needed to cease it. A woman like Guinevere proved impossibly dangerous, cornered and alone like this. But the Pride were equally as dangerous when cornered as well, and they would stop at nothing to turn the tables and become victorious, a lesson Guinevere was soon about to learn.