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[h1][center][color=FFE4E1] CONSTANCE MARIT AND[/color] [color=E4583C]GANYMEDE [/color][/center][/h1]

Ganymede laughed, blood coming from the corner of her mouth spraying out a bit. Perfect. Good test, it was. Spreading her arms, her scythe vanished in a gust of air.

[color=E4583C][i]”Skir ashi mj voous,[/i][/color] She sang, her voice clear as water on the lip of a wine glass. She flashed her doe eyes, nearing Siiga frozen in time. The basilisks turned towards her, their attention on their snacks slowly dispersing.

[color=E4583C][i]“Bours ver querv Gup vaaseur,”[/i][/color] Came now. Constance looked at the basilisks as they started to turn away. Back to her friends, she was ready to grab them the second an opening came through. Her breathing was heavy, almost tired, as she watched vigilantly.

[color=E4583C][i]“Knys ir mj tyem,”[/i][/color] Rang, with the basilisks slowing their circling. They still surrounded them, but now stopped. Constance blinked hard, just as she spotted something. The space between their tails. She’d have to charge through, but it was possible. Turning to Mason, she held out her hand to help him up.

[color=E4583C][i]“Vuef mien surkur skir.”[/i][/color]

Constance fell to her knees, her shield clattering to the ground just like the Basilisk’s heads. What was happening? She gingerly looked up to Ganymede, now in line with the one that kissed her. Gany reached down, going to pry the paper off her leg. 

An enchantment… Every time she reached for her shield, it seemed to get further away. Her drunkard-like attempts at standing up were futile. Everything turned into clouds, ready for her to rest her head. [color=FFE4E1]“Pluu…. rs…”[/color] She whispered, probably too quiet for anyone to hear. Curse her Nayu ears… Everything was amplified, not that she’d be able to withstand it with Sol ears either. She clenched her fists. Not here, not now… Please…

Ganymede continued to hum the tune of the song, putting a hand over Siiga’s ears.  The perpetuated sounds into everyone’s heads was still strong. Would that shield come down? Who knew. Worth the attempt. Plus, she hoped to get the Tyro back without the paper, as she bent forwards to try and take the paper off, hoping the the lullaby would make it weak. One could dream, just like her basilisks and those incapacitated.