[color=0076a3][h3][center]~Ceri~[/center][/h3][/color]

[@Lmpkio]
[@Fourze]
- fleeing the scene.

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Ceri's eyes went wide under her hood. They...they did? They accepted his little challenge? Oh dear. She shivered slightly at the thought of being in a contest...with everyone looking at her...in the spotlight. They might as well just skip the entire formalities of this then, because there was no way she was winning this. She wasn't good at all at this sort of thing, and there wasn't any way she could win this. This wasn't something the small mage intended to go through with, especially after seeing the flyer. She wasn't doubted Mat's skill of course, but she wasn't as brave as he was.

[color=0076a3]"I-I u-uhm...I don't,"[/color] She squeaked, fumbling with words more so than usual. [color=0076a3]"I-I'm not-this isn't-"[/color] Words failing her, she defaulted to her most often used form of fleeing. Suddenly, there was a loud [i]poomf[/i] noise. Mat would suddenly feel himself being assaulted by a surprising amount of force as smoke forcefully ejected itself from beneath Ceri's robes, followed by a thick blanket of almost fog like white, odorless smoke filling the area in a surprisingly short amount of time.

The smoke only lasted seconds and likely could be seen from quite a way away, but by the time it cleared, Ceri was already gone. During the brief time it had blanketed the area the small mage's legs carried her surprisingly quickly from the two of them and had already managed to flee quite a distance away, though she hadn't been paying attention to where exactly she had been running to.

[i][color=0076a3]"Smooth, me, real nice. Ten outta ten on 'how not to make friends'."[/color][/i]

She pulled the hood tighter over her face as she finally stopped running, taking a moment to try and get her bearings. Today really wasn't going well, was it?