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All of a sudden, the Spirit advancing towards Lalisa is kicked away, thrown to the side by Feine, who then proceeds to speak at length about his [i]amazing abilities[/i], and Lalisa feels a strange emotion. She tries to pinpoint it, ignoring Feine’s speech in the process. What is it?

Ah, yes. [i]Annoyance[/i].

You see, Lalisa doesn’t get annoyed often. She’s usually the peaceful one, being brought up as quiet-mannered and calm, whatever the situation. Thus, this chain of events is new to her, this rapid exchange of blows is quite unlike anything she’s experienced back home. Back home it was just her and Grandmama, in their little gingerbread cottage. She’s never met anyone this conceited, and it bothers her. Why does he think he’s so great, anyway? Has he never heard of the word “friendship” or “teamwork”?

Mind still stuck on the lines of [i]Romeo and Juliet[/i], Lalisa struggles to stand, legs wobbling slightly under the strain of moving so soon after spending so much energy so quickly. Mustering up her courage, and any magic still left in her reserves, she opens her mouth to speak. Staring straight at Feine as she does, she quotes yet more Shakespeare--

[i]“Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.”[/i] 

Green vines and branches spring up around the area, trapping, in particular, a Spirit trying to attack a helpless Seren. Lalisa takes a deep breath, and calls forth one more tree. 

[i]“What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word,
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Have at thee, coward!”[/i]

And then, magic spent, she promptly faints.

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As the fighting begins to wind down, the Spirits repelled by the mass of students inside the great hall, the frontal defense begins to fall back, clustering into a tight formation around the wounded. The oldest students stand tall, undefeated, but battered from the tough fight as a temporary hush falls over the crowd. The remaining Spirits, bruised but “alive”, if such beings can be called alive, flee from the wall of students, once again shapeless and incorporeal. A mixture of black dust and slime from the defeated recedes, returning to whatever cracks it came from. 

Silence falls. Students catch their breath, tend to their wounds. And then, somebody speaks:

“It’s not over yet.” 

The crowd waits. People hold their breath, unable to break the silence that descends like fog. The lights flicker, as if they were unsettled by the absence of dark energy. A chill sweeps throughout the crowd, through the ranks of students--oldest first, first years in the back, wounded in the middle. In the midst of the crowd, somebody grows impatient, and quiet murmurs ripple throughout the settling dust.

And, suddenly--roar rips through the Great Hall, sending the dust whirling. Standing in front of the majestic stone doors, a large bear, rising from the purple and black slime on the floor, solidifies to face the students. Silence shattered, orders are barked above the din. 
Swords are raised. Spells are prepared. Injured make one last stand.

Miss Headmaster Elysion lands, golden wings alight, to lead the final fight.

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