[center][h3]Solitary Confinement[/h3][/center]
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	It was a gamble, but it certainly paid off, as the beasts furiously snapped their eyes shut, flailing their tendrils around in a desperate bid to smash the torch. One quickly burnt a tendril, but succeeded in destroying the light source. More cautious than before, the beasts hissed furiously, trying to spit at Cayde behind the wall, their spit sticking to the wall in thick globs. They were grouping up together, trying to stay in the darker parts of the room and darting in and out of shadows.

Perkeo gulped, before letting out a rather girlish screech as something grabbed at his leg, a tendril wrapped around his leg and trying to drag away at him. The talon the tendril was supposed to have was shattered, as if someone had struck it with a mace. Growing pale, Perkeo started running like a chicken with its head cut off, grabbing a torch and whacking the beast upside the head with it. [color=fff79a][b]"LET. GO. OF. MY. LEG!"[/b][/color] he shouted, to not much avail. He was literally breaking the torch from the first few swings, the thing splintering and going out as the beast only grew more and more enraged. Lashing out its tendrils once more, it seemed intent to put Perkeo out of his misery altogether.

Several prisoners were now managing to push back, having used the monsters as a diversion in order to take out the guards, and quickly make their getaway. If the group followed their momentum, they'd reach the belonging's floor for the high-security prisoners. Well, Perkeo might not. Bit tied up at the moment.

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[center][h3]Imperial Hidden Hangar[/h3][/center]
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	A wet crashing sound caught the harvin noble, her gaze turning to see the figure that had jumped from a hole and landed right in front of her. His form was clearly broken, shattered beyond what one could consider close to being presentable in a coffin. But the twitch of a finger, the shuddering of organs...these delighted her eyes. A sadistic shimmer, and a flick of her wrist, and Selmia chucked the glass jar containing the still-beating heart of Marshall at his broken form, the glass shattering and leaving the heart exposed to the open air.

[color=8882be][b]"Hehehe...you came all this way to see me?"[/b][/color] she asked, clearly elated at Marshall's presence. Tilting back and forth on her toes she flicked her dagger out, spinning the blood-stained weapon in her hand and flicking the blood off. [color=8882be][b]"You didn't have to do all that...but now I can bring [i]all[/i] of you home with me!"[/b][/color] she cried out. She watched with anticipation as Marshall pulled himself together, eyes trained on his right hand. His capabilities, his method of attack, his power source, his brutality...every aspect of it was within her line of sight, and every motion she made was calculated. Her childish guise, her small limbs containing muscles fit for singular bursts of speed and impossible to predict thrusts. The very air around her radiated danger...the likes of which an ordinary person, or even an extraordinary person exuded.

It was something similar to Marshall's benefactor. Whatever strength she carried, it was likely that one of the Primal Beasts was bestowing power to her. 

[color=8882be][b]"Its okay. I know you hate me. But that makes playing with you fun, Marshall."[/b][/color] she said, taking a step forward. [color=8882be][b]"So let's play. Until we stain this hall red and one of us begs to stop. That's when its most fun, right?"[/b][/color] Another step. And another. [color=8882be][b]"Oh, but it isn't playing if it isn't fair."[/b][/color] she added as a metal clink resounded against the wet cobbled stone. A familiar sight in the form of Marshall's dagger laid before his eyes, carefully maintained and sharpened during his captivity. It seemed his Number 1 Fan had taken good care of his things.