[center][h2]Celestine Lightbringer[/h2][/center]
[center][@Letter Bee] [@Crowvette] [@Dezuel] [@KillamriX88][/center]
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It was a hyena-like laughter what tipped Celestine of the position of their targets. He narrowed his eyes, as traffic signs and features became blur. His senses were struggling to cope with the tunnel vission, as the car roared, climbing up speed like a voracious predator. And in the middle of it all, her hearing tuned out to the maximum, trying to figure the faintest sound amidst the roaring of the expensive engine. 

[i]What a bunch of uncooperative assets. And you want to do a good tournament with these rags, Mephisto? Sometimes I find that you just order near impossible tasks to people for your amusement.[/i] He lamented as he drew closer. More people. Only one of the so-called kidnappers remained, surrounded by two fighters. One in spiky armor, looked like a heavy hitter. The other someone he had seen already at the school. Vernon. He never forgot one face, and that was no exception. 

He was the one making the taunts, flailing as if he was in control. Well, to an extent, he was. The dolls of Galbrek proved as brainless and as haughty as their master, and had not thought of the most obvious. [i]An escape plan.[/i]

[i]Well, teaching how things are done to juniors is what a senior would do?[/i] Celestine smiled gleefully, still not lifting his foot from the pedal. And then , suddenly, with the reflexes of a street racer or someone really [i]insane[/i], turned the steering wheel and hit the handbrake. The car swerved violently, as G-forces were set into motion, and skidded sideways making an awful racket...  And directly into the fray. [i]Well, if Vernon and that guy want to argue with more than a ton of metal and horsepower at ludicrous speed, let them become roadkill. They probably won't be much of a show in the tournament if they can't dodge this in time.[/i] thought the effeminate driver to himself as he continued on his warpath of burnt tires and screeching brakes.

[h2]SKREEEEEEEEEE....[/h2]

The car seemingly stopped skillfully right next to the doll that was still holding the hostage, giving them a light tap in the process. And as if on cue, the door of the transport jolted open, its driver eyeing the doll with conviction and urgency. 

"I am the Fallen One." He said solemny, his masked visage eyeing the doll and Andras.

[b]"Come with me if you want to live."[/b] He sentenced.