"You forgive me?" the fairy squeaked, fluttering and flashing in front of Nyte's helmet. [i]"You forgive me?!"[/i] he screeched. "You're [i]sorry?![/i]" He stiffened and shook, his little fists eager for something to strike, some logical flaw in this metal monster's words. "You ... you!! You wouldn't know about beautiful views! You wouldn't know, you [i]don't[/i] understand! You're made of [i]metal![/i] The most [i]unnatural[/i] and [i]ugly[/i] thing in existence -- armor and blades and machines made for killing and ripping and crushing. [i]Peace[/i], you say! Do you realize what you [i]are?![/i]"

Another [i]BOOM[/i] sent the fairy darting back into the bush. For a moment all Nyte would see was the pulse of light from his wings, filtered through the tiny leaves.

After awhile -- after the fairy had had time to think, to realize that this metal monster had just accepted her fate with no argument nor anger -- his voice emerged again, hesitant and sour. "...Could you really put a stop to it?"

He finally emerged again, glaring at Nyte with a hesitant sort of half-trust. Sending her to stop the thing sounded like a far better idea than a useless statue in the woods.

"Fine." He lifted his arms, and the rust began to melt away from Nyte's joints. "I'll give you one chance."

Meanwhile, Sunny stood in the path of the mechanical spider-house's destruction, staring up at the shifting and creaking thing. Laphi held a card into her view -- the wise figure of an old robed man, glinting with magic -- and her eyebrows raised in confusion at his words.

[color=yellow]"Telepo --?!"[/color]

Suddenly she was falling, crashing through the canopy of scraping branches and yellow leaves, toward the shifting and tilting roof of the spider-house below. Laphi fell alongside her, but his eyes were closed and his body was limp. Her heart in her throat, Sunny grabbed him and spun them midair to place herself between him and the landing. Together they crashed through the splintering roof, and Sunny somehow caught a beam inside with her one free hand.

For a moment she dangled from the ceiling beam, gripping Laphi by the back of his shirt while the new hole in the roof rained splinters down on their heads and the whole house tossed and tilted around them. She looked down, saw that the floor wasn't too far from Laphi's feet, and let him go before she dropped down beside him.

[color=yellow]"Laphi, oy!"[/color] Sunny knelt beside him, a hand along his face, worried that he'd hit his head or overextended himself with -- what had even just happened? Teleportation?!

She yelped and flung an arm around Laphicet when the house gave a sudden jerk to one side. The smashed remains of a dining table and chairs, shards of plates and rolling cups skidded across the ruined floor. Above, tied to the beams, were swinging drying herbs and animal skins. It looked as if someone had lived here until only recently -- but there was no time to think about it while Laphi was in danger of being struck by skidding furniture.

Sunny hefted him up onto her shoulder and very slowly attempted to walk across the floor while it jolted and tilted. She somehow made it to the front door without getting hit too badly -- but once she'd stepped out next to the tied-up armor, she had a dizzying look at the ground below.

She wrapped an arm around the porch banister, staring at the ground far below, Laphi gripped in her other arm. Nevermind the armor -- how were they even going to get down?!