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[@PaulHaynek],[@Lmpkio]
FF5353

Magnus stopped in his tracks as he saw the bandits surrounding the girl, now certain that they were definitely not here looking to post a job or sign up. Gulping, Magnus had to face the reality that a woman was facing down seven men alone, and, began rushing to help her out. Of course, he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the woman's spines begin lighting up with cold blue energy, frozen in anticipation before a massive beam of energy shot from her mouth. If it weren't so dark, one could see how much Magnus' eyes were shining, in awe of the woman's beam. [color=FF5353][i]"S-She shot a beam!? I didn't know dragons could shoot beams...I thought only Gazers could. SHE SHOT A GIANT BEAM THOUGH!"[/i][/color] he thought to himself, unconsciously pumping his arms up and down as he watched, before remembering that he was supposed to be helping, and not cheering. 

Lowering his stance a bit, Magnus charged forward head first...but nearly got hit by the beam, feeling a slight burn on the hair that cascaded down his back as he dove, basically belly flopping down onto one of the thieves, his massive body weight undoubtedly knocking him out cold from the sudden impact. Putting his hands over his head, Magnus just really hoped that the scary beam dragon lady wouldn't incinerate him for being there, unaware that his hair was kind of on fire near the lowest part, hanging at his mid back. He also wasn't aware that he had crushed one of the men with muskets, thankfully with the gun barrel not pointed directly at his heart or anything. Moving with Magnus atop them was impossible, unless they were freakishly strong...and that was even if they were conscious after having a nine foot minotaur slam them into the cold hard dirt.

Spotting that the other brigand was lining up a shot on Titanica, Magnus narrowed his eyes, and snapped his arm up, throwing a whole pheasant at the gun's barrel and forcing him to shoot his bullet aimlessly into the air. Crawling back a bit, Magnus made sure to keep low to stay away from the beam, saying: [color=FF5353][b]"P-Please don't incinerate me, Miss. I work here."[/b][/color] as he did his best to return to a standing position without biting the dust from atomic death being shot everywhere.

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[@PaulHaynek]
A9A9A9

Standing on the edge of the window, Nephele's ears perked up as the roar ended, and the thieves' leader began to speak of...a target? Were they here as assassins, or as kidnappers? Quickly however, the situation turned sour as brigands entered the guild hall, the sound of gunshots unfamiliar to her ears rang out, leading her to believe that some sort of explosive had been detonated. Her maw opened ever so slightly as she ran downstairs, beginning to fill the building with her thick fog as she reached downstairs, dashing past Bart and Bast to get at the would-be-assassins. 

Her eyes shined ever so slightly in the small bubble of fog that began to condense around the entrance of the guild, entrapping the assailants in her illusion. Seeing that Freyr had saw fit to take out the one with a stranger weapon than the others, her claws soon sank into the heart of the other musketeer, piercing through his chest and heart, leaving him to slump on the ground. A nearby brigand brandishing his dagger lunged at her, just before she slipped away into the fog, and as a result managed to land a stab onto her left arm just above where her thick black scales might have protected her. Wincing in pain and gritting her teeth, she pulled away and ran out of the fog, clutching her arm and watching the fog. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Sorry...I got careless...but that fog should keep them confused for a moment."[/b][/color] she said, squeezing a hand over her wound to try and staunch the bleeding. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Bart, you need to find someplace safe."[/b][/color] she said, fog coming out of her mouth as she panted. She wasn't quite used to being stabbed.