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“Oh fuck this,” Caelea was pissed off when the fighting started and still was as it had progressed. She’d had to hold back a bit, worried her blasts of air would hurt someone else, and had mostly concentrated on keeping the less powerful guys away from Penny and Britney. 

Min, on the other hand, had taken cover behind a shelf. His abstraction was useless for battle – both new and old. How he even used the new one he didn’t know. Easier to figure out when it wasn’t a battle.

Caelea was concerned when Penny suddenly stopped fighting, dodging what seemed to be invisible threats in the aftermath of some magic bullshit from Amethyst. Whatever she was saying in a different language couldn’t be good either. At this rate they weren’t going to make it out easily. 

She remembered Penny’s plan to get them into Lynette’s glyphs but, without Penny she doubted she had a chance of doing that. Fuck it. There was no way she could take on Amethyst by herself but she could try pushing them over.

Frowning, with honestly no idea how to do this, she used air to propel herself towards the twins, hoping she’d make it before Amethyst – before blasting the two of them with a strong gust.

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Fighting for their lives was becoming the new norm. Rien being useless in the fight was also something that had never changed, even as they managed to hit a wendigo square in the face with the small hammer they’d drawn. They didn’t even have time to draw anything else. A gun would be useful, but they just couldn’t risk it right now. So they copied Kimberley in grabbing a chair. 

Tuyen had also grabbed a chair, though her lack of strength made her rather pathetic. Her shadow was staying obtusely incorporeal. She was drained and was so tempted to just give in. But no, she didn’t want to die at the hands of one of those creatures. She wanted to live, deep down somewhere. 

Time froze and so did Tuyen, eyes fixed on Charlie. She just felt numb to it all now, bile no longer rising in her throat. She’d seen it all before. Then Rita took Charlie’s abstraction and tried to use it? Everything was going to fast for Tuyen to pay attention to, but she joined the others in escaping.

Rien took the opportunity of the time freeze to start sketching, shouting to the others as they escaped the lobby. “Does anyone here know how to use a gun?”