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A sense of relief washed over Magnus as he fell flat on his behind, glad that Titanica and Ditzy had managed to subdue the leader of those would-be-assassins, though Haley not being able to hear was a problem. One that would hopefully be fixed with time.

Cold hard reality hit at Bart's statement though, that they had nowhere to incarcerate the man, and the only options were to let him off Scott-Free, or kill him on the spot. Another idea crossed Magnus' mind however...why couldn't they just tie him to a post? It wasn't like cutting down a tree was an issue for the Minotaur, and as such he raised his hand to voice his suggestion, just as the man was sent flying over the horizon and into the woods. Slowly lowering his hand, Magnus cleared his throat. That plan was out, now. Bart's apparent breaking of a con-operation had caused this, but...he did the right thing. Them retaliating like this was definitely not justified in the slightest. Still, it was worrisome that they might all very well have been assaulted in their sleep. Gulping, Magnus couldn't help but imagine what might have happened if he was alone and got too close to the guild; Even for the Mighty(?) Magnus, that many individual opponents were overwhelming, and those strange weapons...he'd have died, almost certainly. 

As such, Magnus looked up at Titanica from his position on the ground, and heard her admit to breaking a hole in the guild hall...Hurriedly speaking up, Magnus said: [color=FF5353][b]"S-She did blow the hole in the wall, but...s-she was just trying to defend our guild. A-and she saved Haley,"[/b][/color] feeling small drops of rain land on his crimson horns, he got up and turned to Titanica, smiling at her. [color=FF5353][b]"A-And um...thank you, Miss. If you weren't here, I would have died for sure."[/b][/color]

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Nephele assisted Bast in his surgery, before successfully managing to staunch the bleeding in her arm. Being a monster offered her some increased resilience, but that only went so far to help with wounds like these. She would hope that it wouldn't scar, or that Rebecca's healing magic would be able to fix it without the need of stitches. Still, today had been long, and once treatment of the wound was done, she would head to bed herself, exhausted, and honestly feeling like today might have been one of the worst in her entire life.

Still, that strange presumably religious shirt of Neil's, the one featuring the strange yellow square being that she could presume was only an important heroic figure standing beside his peach colored, star shaped, and no doubt equally powerful demigod companion was incredibly comfortable. She couldn't very well sleep in her dress when blood coated the sleeve, after all. Neil would no doubt notice that she had rummaged through his things, but she could explain in the morning. For now, her aching body needed sleep body...and her dress desperately needed a washing come morning. Blood was insanely hard to get out of white, and became a terrible muddy brown on black. It had been tossed in a river with her, scraped against rock and sediment, and no doubt gotten the blood of the Joyful  on it...

...Yeah, she needed a new dress entirely, at this point.