Mistletoe watched a slow-motion sequence as the warden finished speaking, inhaled deeply, and opened its glowing mouth. A glowing smog of blue emerged from the back of his throat, lighting up before engulfing the cavity of his mouth, and—

"Mistletoe!" 

Kenza's voice interrupted the flow of the moment, causing Mistletoe to snap out of her staring and throw herself to the side, turning around as she did so. The flame grazed her injured arm, searing the outer shell of light leather away and inciting an inferno of pain that bubbled on her arm. Groaning, Mistletoe stayed sprawled on the floor, cradling her seared arm.

"Mistletoe!" Kenza called again, making a move forwards. Sudden movement from the gargoyle beside her sent her shooting back just as a glowing yellow projectile imbedded itself in the stone floor below her before dissipating into the air. "Bastards," she cursed, shooting the stone beings glares before trying to catch a glimpse of Mistletoe. From what she saw, the other hunter was now sitting up, obviously injured by the flame. 

[i]At least it's her injured arm,[/i] Kenza thought. [i]The Warden's on Mistletoe, the two gargoyles on me, and then there's Derrick...[/i]

Glancing to her side so that Derrick's hiding spot was in her peripheral vision, Kenza vaguely made out that the boy was looking at her, waiting for a signal. She gave a single shake of her head — no. [i]Better that one of us makes it out alive.[/i]

Mistletoe, having successfully pulled herself up into a sitting position, waited in trepidation for the Warden's next move. If the winged figure wanted to talk it out, she would listen, since the main exit of the room was behind it. If not, she would take the risk and make a sprint into the bookcases which, although a poor barrier, would work as obstacles for the flying creatures.

[hr][@hekazu][@lord of evil]