[h3]The [color=lawngreen]Dover[/color] [color=goldenrod]Twins[/color][/h3] [u]Ben's Current Power set[/u] -2x human Speed -Mandate's Strength -Mandate's Durability. The Dover Twins' flagging faith in their allies fell further as all hell broke loose. The Ambassador and Mandate made a bluff against them (Freya snorted at this, earning a sharp glance from [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] to silence her) and the two of the wolves rushed the golem and the witch, only to be stopped by magic and physical means. Freya sighed. [color=lawngreen]"Does no one listen to me when I talk?[/color]" Her brother gestured and they stepped a few more feet away, conferring. [color=goldenrod]"We need to leave.[/color]" He said, looking over at the mess behind them. [color=goldenrod]"These kids don't even know how to handle their powers, their emotions, [i]and[/i] they have no sense a situation. They're going to get us killed in their fights. You saw how easily they were shut down by Mandate and the Ambassador. You think we would have made much of a difference?"[/color] Freya shook her head, vehemently. [color=lawngreen]"We can't do that. Even if we decide to bail on these wolves, we still need to stick with the only person still sensible,"[/color] She gestured to Marie, [color=lawngreen]"and we need to get our foot in the door with those two if we decide to bail on our original group.[/color]" She and [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] flinched and covered, [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] blocking Freya with his body,as Marie screamed and devastated the area around her. They looked at her in mild surprise, holding their hands up as if to say 'hey, we just got here, we're innocent', as she addressed them. [color=goldenrod]"Sensible huh?[/color]" Freya glared up at him. [color=lawngreen]"Aside from that outburst, what she said makes sense. She needs help, and The Ambassador will only hinder her. Though, she didn't indicate either way if she's fallen for the bluff."[/color] [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] shook his head in frustration. [color=goldenrod]"Fine. Lets just play our cards close to our chest, alright? I don't want this Ambassador and her pet enforcer to know too much about us, or to get too interested in us."[/color] As if saying her name summoned her, the witch in question approached them. They tensed, expecting a fight or a cutting word. Freya managed a smile at her compliment about her French. [color=lawngreen]"Thank you. I've been told that I speak like a native. It is amazing the things you pick up on the streets."[/color] She nodded in response to the question. [color=lawngreen]"We're not supers with magic, so this is all extremely confusing. Needless to say, we're glad it didn't come to a fight we weren't prepared for.[/color]" She got the feeling someone was watching her, and moved her eyes towards the spot where she thought it was coming from. Suddenly a fey (at least she assumed that's what it was) appeared in front of her, and [i]grew[/i]. Freya fell back with a yelp, eyes wide. He spoke to her, in a language she hadn't heard before. Remembering [color=goldenrod]Ben's[/color] plan, she quelled the initial impulse to respond in his own language,her mouth opening and closing. She was still very alarmed, as anyone in their right mind would be when a fey appears in front of them, and babbled out questions. [color=lawngreen]"Uuuuh Ambassador? Who is that? Is that a Fey? What is it saying? Can I only see it? What does it want?"[/color] She waved her hand in front of herself, and watched as Bach took a step backwards to avoid being touched. [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] looked down in surprise at the Ambassador. He was used to people addressing their questions to Freya, ignoring him as the quiet muscle. [color=goldenrod]"They have a favor they want done, we have a favor we want done. Our's didn't have a time frame, so we helped them first."[/color] He shrugged. [color=goldenrod]"Nothing more than that."[/color] He looked over at his sister as she fell back with a yelp, beginning to babble out questions towards the Ambassador. He looked down at the witch, eyebrows raised in question.