[h3]Galbrek[/h3]

Celine had her sights on William, but that left her vulnerable as she didn't take into consideration of the others present. The one who had flung ice towards her earlier had done something. A freezing cry, but it was more like a loud screech which was spine chilling. Would Celine have had a spine to begin with.

Her feet became hard to control, she couldn't keep balance and fell forwards. Faceplanting into the ground. She could be heard muttering something, using her remaining arm to try look up and raise her body up abit.

If only she were stronger. Strong enough to defeat these people, strong enough to resist and break free from her creator's grip. But she was not. There was ice on her feet making her get up on her feet a troublesome task, especially only with one arm to push the rest of her body up. A sense on panic, a sense of dread. Is this how she was going to end?

[color=7bcdc8][i]Don't give me that crap! I am not going to die... not in a place like this! [/i][/color]

She finally managed to get up on her feet, there had been some further fighting around her. Her assailant had been flung out of the place, in the direction of her creator. But he had ordered her to get inside. Perhaps if her master would be no more then she could be free? It was a dark thought. But her desire for freedom was great. She knew what she had to do. Whomever that masked person was, perhaps she or he would be able to somehow assist her?

Right now she had to live. Even if it meant creating more trouble for later, her choices were limited. She ran over to Celestine. "Let's go now!" She gave Celestine a piercing stare, it was not very humanlike. She had the least humanlike eyes of all the dolls made by her creator. Celine tried to get into the car. She had only been in a car a few times, she knew the most important part however. Seatbelt. Better safe than sorry.


Galbrek on the other hand were in a troublesome situation yet again. He had the girl whom he had desired to kidnap, even if he would never admit to using a word like that. The interference of the driver of the car irked him, she had manifested or summoned those floating swords who were all over the place.

Against things like that, projectiles overall Galbrek did not have a very good way of dealing with. Especially not so many of them.

[i][color=8882be]Mrs. Ascot? Sounds familiar. But it is of no concern. I have what I need, now it is time to go. [/color][/i]

His thoughts were cut off by the woman in the car who had no intention of letting Andras go with him. Not to mention refering to him as a mere boy. He was a man. A young and powerful man. [i][color=8882be]Alexander? Whose that? Another person to use as a toy later perhaps.[/color][/i]

[b][color=8882be]"You wouldn't force a girl against her will would you? That's very much illegal, you old crone." [/color][/b] Galbrek replied to the woman in the car before looking to Andras, whispering to her as he began to use his hypnotic gaze on her yet again.

[b][color=8882be]"Use any means necessary to allow us to escape from these troublemakers who would try to harm you..."[/color][/b] The half-demon grinned but stopped as he heard a yell of some kind. It was the same boy who had paralyzed him earlier, and the sight of him caused Galbrek to grind his teeth against oneanother.

[i][color=8882be]That bastard... useless puppets who are good for nothing.[/color][/i] He couldn't tell if Celine was still 'alive' or not. As she had already been drained of her energy and it had returned to Galbrek himself. The half-demon considered his options, but the woman and the boy were getting in his way. And dropping his name like that, might trigger some response from the woman. He recalled what Vernon had sung to his ear earlier. 'Wanna build a snowman?' Some payback was due.

[b][color=8882be]"Wanna be a flatman? I happen to know just what you need to straighten your spine out. This will drive you into another perspective. Insolent cur."[/color][/b] Galbrek stretched out both his hands, sending his marionette wires to grab hold of Gilgamesha's car and then he flung it towards Vernon, having the car tumble around along the way, like a rolling wave of crashing metal. How could she use those swords of hers if her head was all dizzy and tumbled around. Better yet. How could that snowman pose a threat to him if he was flattened or left with the choice of helping the woman in the car or rescuing Andras from his infernal grasp.

This was truly demonic providence, with all the dark gods cheering for his victory. Of this he was certain.