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

Constance blinked back to life, then quickly pushed herself up, panting. Her mind felt like someone opened up a hole in her skull and decided to make scrambled eggs out of her brain. What was going on? What were people talking about? It was a different language to her.

She stood up, still dazed, stumbling, before finding her footing. Her mind reorientated everything, and she saw what was going on. The old lady lie beside her. [color=FFE4E1]“Mason! Get her out of here!”[/color]She yelled, hoping her numb mouth was making the right sounds. She grabbed her shield-finally being capable to reach it- and held her stand in front of the old lady, willing Mason to get out of there. If he could pick her up, that was.

Ganymede snarled. She made a short and deep [color=E4583C]“Ugh,”[/color] before changing directions. In a show of her markings flashing, she had a long chain in her hand. At the end, a small but sharp barbed-sword. Her main opponent was trying to distract her, but she wasn’t as dumb as they were. She continued to Constance, taking a huge leap in the air with a gust of wind, launching the chain with a deadly throw to the heart of the lady.

Constance’s eyes widened, and she dove to protect her. It skimmed on her shield just barely, and imbed itself inches from where the old lady lie. Constance didn’t have time for a breather though. Ganymede was coming with a downward slash. Yelping, she reached up, and caught the blade between her shield and her sword. Sparks flew. They both were strong, but who was stronger?

Luckily for the gang, it was Constance. Pushing forwards, Ganymede stumbled back, her face in dismay. She was about to lunge again when she fell to her knees, screaming in agony. Constance looked behind her, and a basilisk was bleeding everywhere- but Mason was up in the air. The smaller basilisk was dead. Blood filled the floors, partly from Ganymede's own mouth. She looked up, her eyes purely white, though it could be sensed she was looking at Mason.

She stands, scales nearly covering her whole body. She held herself like they were choking her, in addition to the snake coiling around her tightly. Imbued with another voice, this one deeper and that of a royal, it filled the air like nothing else. [color=#4f7a68]“WHO DARES KILL ONE OF MY CHILDREN?!”[/color] Wind stirred around the room, building up to vortex-like winds, as Ilya woke up, pain in his eyes, blood from his mouth. Rocks were thrown everywhere, some as big as Ganymede herself. Ganymede starts to get picked off the ground, not being thrown around from the tornado, but out of levitation.

Constance held herself, wind slashing at her face. The moss on the ground started to grow around her feet, letting her move, but keeping her on the ground. She tried to trudge forwards, towards Ganymede, though it would take her a while.

In the meantime, Ganymede has locked on.  She slashes her scythe downwards, aiming a slice of wind at Mason, trying to get blurred winds to push him violently against the wall.

[h3][color=4f7a68]“PERISH!”[/color][/h3]