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[/center][hr][center][b][color=808080]Location:[/color][/b] The Palace Lawn
[b][color=4169E1]Skill:[/color][/b] Perception
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	[color=4169E1]"Great,"[/color] Lyra exclaimed grimly to Arya's reply. If fighting this attacker was even beyond the abilities of the ExtraOrdinary Wizard, then what hope was there for her to succeed? She mentally shook her head. No, she couldn't think like that. For the sake of her mistress, for the sake of her [i]Queen[/i], she had to try--even if it killed her. Her lips thinned, and her hand tightened its grip on the hilt of her raised sword. Yet, all the while, the piercing quality of her gaze remained unchanged. Her brows furrowed and her head tilted back slightly as she heard Valda's question, but she didn't dare pull her gaze away from its current surveillance of the crowds. She gave a simple shake of her head in reply but otherwise stayed focused on the immensely important task at hand. 

	Out of her peripheral vision, she could see when Asha the [b]Magykal[/b] stepped forward with her eyes glowing. She felt a small sense of relief knowing that the other wizard was here. Asha abosultely radiated with [b]Magyk[/b], so surely, that meant she was more powerful than the ExtraOrdinary Wizard, right? Maybe. But what did Lyra know. She had a strong desire to admire Asha while the woman performed her [b]Magyk[/b] but quickly pushed that thought to the back of her mind. It was a selfish desire, all things considering, and she would have a long talk with herself about that later. Once again assuming there was a later...

	Meanwhile, Malekith may have just thrown up in his mouth a little at Rhys's suggestive comment. [I]In your dreams, boy. The only company we'll be spending together is me over your dismembered parts,[/I] he thought with utter disdain, as with long strides he caught up to Fleur in the midst of the panicking crowds. Yet, as he did so, he could feel something come over him and with it came the strong desire to go to the stage. A grimace crossed his features, and his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to fight what was no doubt a [b]Magykal[/b] intrusion into his mind. [I]How violating.[/I] Unfortunately, however strong the warlock thought himself to be, he was no match for Asha's [b]Magyk[/b]. His eyes opened once more and he straightened before he strode not of his own volition through the crowd towards the stage. 

	All the while, he mentally tried to figure out how the hell this even happened in the first place. He had no part, directly speaking, in Luna's disappearance so there really should be no means of tying him to it. He was too meticulous to allow for that. With that in mind, it really only left one other possibility. He was being set up. But who would do such a thing to him? It didn't take long for the answer to come to him. [I]NERA!!![/I] he inwardly cursed, his eyes darkening. He had to take a deep breath in order to calm the rage burning up inside him. Now was not the time for that. His vengeance would come, but right now, he needed to play his cards carefully.

	A yelp off to her side quickly garnered Lyra's attention, and she instantly shifted her defensive stance to face the source. She blinked slightly when her gaze landed on Myrus, but that was not what truly gave her pause. No, it was what appeared to be a small explosion going off in the young prince's hands that made her think twice. To her knowledge, Myrus didn't possess [b]Magyk[/b], but what else could that have logically been? Well, she supposed that she would have to inquire of that another time, as she could see a tall, dark figure walking up onto the stage. The man was no doubt heeding Asha's [b]Call[/b].

	Malekith walked up onto the stage, giving a slight respectful bow before his gaze landed on Asha the [b]Magykal[/b]. [color=808080]"You [b]Call[/b]ed,"[/color] he said, more as a statement rather than a question. The corner of his lips twitched upwards the slightest bit before he corrected it. His gaze then swept over the group of people gathered before him to land finally on Queen Valda behind her self-proclaimed bodyguard. To his mundane pleasure, he noted how Lyra's muscles tensed in reaction, how her blue/green eyes narrowed on him, and how she lined up the edge of her blade to face him. [i]Typical hero types.[/i]

	[color=808080]"I believe there has been a bit of a misunderstanding. I didn't snatch Princess Luna, but it would seem that someone would wish to make it appear as though I did. In other words, I've been set up,"[/color] he explained with a certain ease, addressing Queen Valda specifically. 

	[color=4169E1]"And that's exactly what someone who is guilty would say,"[/color] Lyra scoffed. 

	Malekith fought the urge to roll his eyes at Lyra's interjection. [i]She thinks she's tough, but I've squashed bigger bugs than her,[/i] he thought derisively. His gaze once again swept over the people on stage. [color=808080]"Use your [b]Magyk[/b], and tell me if I'm lying,[/color] he stated simply.