With that, she exited into the hallway and headed back to the library, hefting the curtain experimentally in her hand. It was heavy, but that worked to her benefit. It’d be a good distraction, however quickly destroyed.

Mistletoe rounded the corner into the library, eyes scanning the toppled shelves briskly. A bellow snapped her head over in time to catch Derrick and the Jailor struggling against some sort of misty chain. From their previous encounter, it'd been clear that the Jailor was the gargoyle in command and therefore probably the strongest. There were a few gargoyles gathered by the other side of the room, but Kenza was nowhere in sight.

[i]Assuming the worst,[/i] Mistletoe thought, swallowing her sadness, [i]that leaves me and Derrick.[/i]

So, going along with the trend of doing selfless acts that may very well get her killed, Mistletoe rushed at the struggling pair. Using her momentum, Mistletoe flung the curtain she'd been carrying at the gargoyle-like beast, hoping that it would serve as a sufficient distraction.

"Derrick!" Mistletoe hissed to the other hunter. "We need to go!"

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