[center][b][h3]Industrial Center[/h3][/b][/center][hr]

Circe was right on all accounts. 

They were young in body and behavior. It was certainly a joke, for it amused the ones who placed it. The can was an awful security measure because they required little more then that. And above all that she so flippantly deduced, was that they knew they were coming.

The better question to ask, however, would have been: Who plans an ambush in complete darkness? The obvious answer is one that can see without issue in it. For all of the shifter's finally attuned senses they failed to pierce the veil of magic which concealed a figure standing upon the shelves, her body making not a sound as she leaned forward and scooped the transformed youth into a plastic container and slapped a lid atop it quick as a flash.

[color=cyan]"Oh ho, thought you were a sneaky one, didn't ya?"[/color] The glamour parted with the snarky declaration, revealing rows of [url=https://imgur.com/aZMTAYQ]pointed teeth[/url] belonging to what would obviously be an Imp to Circe, with her many hours of study under her belt. The imp's pointed nails had carved hasty symbols into the typically flimsy plastic that pulsed with a demonic power. [color=cyan]"Come on, try to change back. I'd love to see a whole person fit into this."[/color]

In response to the Imp's attack, three peels of laughter rose from the dark, and were quickly joined by the revving of three motors. Three pairs of blinding high beams would blink to life along the middle lane of isles and rumble closer with the grumble of thickset tires burning across the warehouse floor. The Imp carrying a trapped Circe dropped down and landed atop the passing light as it thundered towards the doorway.

And thus Roland, Ceiran, and the Teachers would be confronted by a trio a forklifts launching themselves out the bay door and barreling towards them with the loading forks raised to chest level, leaving their demonic drivers bare to see  behind the wheel of their mechanical steeds. Atop the middle forklift's roof was hooded Imp who clutched Circe's container close to her chest, guarding her with all the zeal of tuna fish lunch. [color=cyan]"Let's get ready to joust!"[/color]