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	As Samoth charged, Bak began to spin her turrets, ramping up for her signature attack; a hot volley of metal to the face. But Samoth's charge cut her off before she was capable. But [i]just[/i] as his arms reached her, he felt her own grasp meet his hips. She was now holding him in what he perceived as some sort of awkward dance-pose that you saw on those dancing shows. He looked at her as she looked at him.

	Her face developed a smile. [color=82ca9d]Shit.[/color] he thought. He had underestimated the strength of the younger student. She turned to the wall beside them, shifting her grip and throwing him into it before he could turn his focus to a mental attack.

	A loud crash, as well as the sounds of splitting and creaking wood, accompanied Samoth's pain as he hit the wall, and then the floor on the other side of it. Dust filled his eyes and the wind was knocked out of him as he felt the grip upon him disappear, being replaced by the grip the pile of broken planks and debris that were now under him.

	He groggily tried to clear the dust from his eyes, as he heard the shrieks of terror from nearby creatures, scurrying around and presumably scattering from the room. He lashed out at the nearest consciousness he could sense, landing his fist upon a dazed imp, sending it across the room as he recovered his eyesight.

	He looked over, seeing a student unconscious on the floor beside him. [color=82ca9d]That's...one...[/color] 

	He hurriedly attempted to scurry to his feet, while moving away from the direction he thought he had come from. He wouldn't underestimate Bak Tsarevna again, but he also need to flank the other Mephisto's crew, and provide support for his fellow student, Katherine, below.