[center][h1][color=c4df9b][b]Tayla[/b][/color]
Smit[/h1][/center]

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Smit yelped at the woman's  quick counterattack. [i]Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit![/i] He thought, as he flung his body hard to the side in order to avoid the worst of blow. The momentum, of his turn, threw him to the ground and into a roll. Quickly, he grabbed a handful of dust sand and tossed it into the air behind him as he exited his roll. 

Smit paid a quick glance behind him. [i]No ice blades yet.[/i] He thought. [i]Did the numbing oil work, or is she plotting something else?[/i]

A sudden flash of movement shot up from behind the white haired woman, catching Smit's gaze...

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The loss of one of Tayla's boots meant that launching herself to the bell was no longer an option. She needed to apply velocity to both boots  to ensure the launch wouldn't put her off balance. With a second boot to stabilized her 'flight', she would have to reach the bell by other means.

Tayla tried to moisten her lips with her tongue as she focused on the savory taste in her mouth. Suddenly, the floor beneath her bare foot warped upwards. Sending her up and onto a wooden beam under the roofing that covered the bell. 

The sudden movement made her feel dizzy, causing her to nearly topple off the beam. She put her left hand against the stone roof to stabilize herself. Either she was overexerting herself... Or perhaps the dizziness was simply from the loss of blood. Whatever the case, it didn't matter. This battle ended now.

[color=c4df9b][b]"Hey Princess!"[/b][/color] She mocked, while trying to hide the exhaustion from her voice. [color=c4df9b][b]"Fuck off."[/b][/color] Tayla placed her right hand on the giant bell as the taste of sour filled her mouth...

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Smit furrowed his brow as he watched Tayla warp herself to the rafters above. [i]What is she doing?[/i] He wondered. His eyes went to the giant bell above them and widened in realization. 

"She wouldn't..." he whispered under his breath. They were not supposed to kill any of the pact makers. She knew that, right? Tayla placed her hand on the bell.

"MOVE!" He shouted. Directing his alarm to the white haired woman, while turning to make a mad dash towards the stairs. A loud groan came from above. Several cracks and a snap. And then came the whoosh and a crash.
 
The bell easily smashed through the wooden floor beneath them at an incredible speed. Smit jumped towards the floor, barely managing to get out from under the bell. However, the force from the impact had damaged more than just the flooring directly beneath the bell. Much of the flooring beyond the impact zone had broken away as well.
 
Smit found himself without footing. He screamed helplessly as the floor broke away from beneath him. His cries drowned out by the resounding clang of the bell as it smashed its way further downwards.