[center][h3][color=39b54a]Liam[/color]&[color=00aeef]Matt[/color][/h3][/center]

	As Liam finished his exchange with the woman, a motley-crew of others stepped through the doorway unannounced and into the studio apartment. The blonde (now battered) male opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word, a man shifted into a heavily armored state and charged at Sam. In a meer matter of moments, the man had been stopped by multiple "champions" and an ice wall was cast to wall the assailant near the hallway. Growling beneath his breath, Liam could feel his canine's growing in his mouth with a sickly shift in his gums and other teeth. However, it was when Sam spoke out, he paused, glancing over to her as his eyes softened slightly.

	"[color=39b54a]Everyone, calm down![/color]" Liam spoke out, his voice sound with a twinge of the power from before as he continue to try and suppress his urge to intercede. As the woman brought her fist around to strike and silence the immolated woman, Liam quickly held out his hand as a cloud of dust and sand began to slowly form around the heavily armored woman. The effects of this subtle storm would cause the woman to slow in her movements and strikes, hopefully allowing Sam the moments she needed to dodge out of the way. With that, he'd summon his staff and make his way to Sam's side (struck or not).

	"[color=00aeef]Knock it off![/color]" A stern and authoritative voice called out of the back of the room. Those looking could seen the form of Matt, stepping forward with his phone clutched in a hand to the side as another was poised in a fashion that appeared as if meant to snap his fingers. As silly as this gesture might have seemed, those who were paying attention could hear a subtle beeping around the doorway. Those who managed to work their way inside of the apartment could see a cluster of now flickering devices, previously hidden by the shadows of the low-lit. The beeping was steady, rhythmic, almost seeming like an electronic heartbeat. "[color=00aeef]Settle down. Now.[/color]" The man spoke once more, his tone still retaining it's harsh nature, "[color=00aeef]She's a dragon, and the man is from the Shadow Isles. The nature of the champions can leak out in times like this. If you can't retain it, you lose.[/color]" Matt spoke out, glancing over to Sam.

 	 "[color=00aeef]Or so I just found out... Shy was a loose-cannon in- Well, the canon. We provoked her intentionally to expose her powers. Throwing combat upon her is not going to help. Notice she's not striking anyone? She's trying to calm down.[/color]" At this point, Matt's gaze glanced between the armored woman and the one adorned with the markings of Diana, "[color=00aeef]You two would have the best chance of calming her down. You-[/color]" Looking towards Clarice, "[color=00aeef]I'm hoping you're from Demacia, and you,[/color]" Now to Artemis, "[color=00aeef]Seem to be friendly with Sam. Appeal to both sides of her at once.[/color]" His gaze locked onto the one who was adorned with Hecarim's armor, falling silent a moment before glancing over to Sam, his gaze softening slightly.




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