[h1]Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm[/h1]

Ben nodded, watching Amy pull herself up the gap to the next floor and waiting for her to signal that she was ready. He didn't want to leave her up there by herself for long, but he didn't want to start tossing people until she was ready, either. The gap wasn't too large, and both Amy and Sangue could probably land on their feet, but best to have that safety net. Speaking of, Sangue had already stepped up for the pass off. As serious as the situation was, Ben was still Ben. Resisting every quip was a little too difficult for him.

"Thank you for choosing Lloyd Elevators," He began, slipping Artorius into its holder and scooping Sangue up with one hand. He used the other to steady her, and had her almost resting on his shoulder like a pitcher winding up to throw. And as soon as he was ready, Deinamig sent Aura rushing to  his arms and he sent Sangue rushing up towards the second floor. "Second floor, Grimm, survivors, and fashion accessories!"