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[h1][center][color=E4583C] GANYMEDE [/color][/center][/h1]

That was all it took. The air pushed her continuously to her mouse, not giving the string of blood the fish to it’s bait. As the hag ragdolled in his arms, she struck. The chain connected to the end of her scythe, and she threw it out, going to try and hook it on the old lady and pull her violently towards herself. The child should’ve never touched the battlefield- and he would pay. First by failure…

[h1][center][color=FFE4E1] CONSTANCE MARIT[/color][/center][/h1]

Constance spotted the flirt as she now saw her in the midst of the other bloodbath, not knowing what killed her. Her eyes widened, and she looked between her objectives. She tried to call out a sincere apology to her and her ancestors… And went as fast as she could to Dremmick. Looking up at Ganymede now, she took a sharp breath in. [color=FFE4E1]“She needs to be trapped, or tricked in this frenzy. The lady is important… But we are obligated to protect Mason’s life first and foremost,”[/color] She yelled over the howling wind. She tried to gain direct eye contact with her cold-ally. Her mind was running faster that a rabbit being chased by a pack of wolves. [color=FFE4E1]“Blood… Can be shiny, right? What if,”[/color] She paused, trying to finish connecting all the strings. [color=FFE4E1]“I could use it to catch the light- and… guide the light over there to… Create...”[/color] Blinking a few times, she hoped to make it complete, and as foolproof as a guess could be. [color=FFE4E1]“I’d need something shiny near him… And then…”[/color] Ancestors, she’d need help figuring this all out. [color=FFE4E1]“You got your blood on the old lady from the chain, right? Could you control that to become something sharp..?”[/color] Clenching her fists, she looked up at them. [color=FFE4E1]“It’s a stretch, I know… It might not make sense to you… But I trust my gut and adrenaline right now. Make the old lady bleed. I think I can do this if you can.”[/color]