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[color=FFC6C6]Word Count: 566 (+1 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]2[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 15/20
[b]Location[/b]: Sandswept Sky: Futaba's Palace[/color][/center]
There was a loud, tinny voice at Primrose's back, but she didn't even think to turn around once inside the Pyramid. The stone structure provided immediate relief from the harsh sunlight, and Primrose sighed in the shade before moving on. Further in, the pyramid was... quiet. She was deaf to both the sounds outside and deeper inside. It was eerie, and though Primrose was no stranger to dark and dangerous place, she was grateful for the companionship of Midna's wolfos. The dancer scratched behind one of the beast's ears, amused by the rhythmic thumping of it's tail against the stone. 

[color=D34C25]"Hopefully this time I chase someone, it doesn't take as long,"[/color] Primrose murmured to the wolfos, a joke for herself and herself alone. The spectral animal tilted it's head at her, but Primrose just shook hers in return. [color=D34C25]"Let's go."[/color]

Traversing the pyramid's interior was easy, thanks both to the lent animal large enough to ride and the thieves clearing the way. Primrose didn't spare many looks for the empty rooms, only taking in as much as she'd need to make her way back out again: the route they took, and whatever dangers were leftover. When she came across the glow of spirits, she gently maneuvered the wolfos closer to scoop them up. These ones looked monstrous, but they could still prove useful in some way. Did the thieves think themselves strong enough to go without, or were they in that much of a hurry that they simply ignored the sources of power? [i]I guess I'll find out soon...[/i]

The sound of a battle echoed through the stone rooms and alerted Primrose that someone was not far ahead of her, hopefully the someones she'd come after to check on. She'd disembarked from the wolfos at the edge of the sand pit after the struggle to cross, pulling it from the shifting sand. With both of them safely across, they hurried to the next chamber.

[color=D34C25]"Help him up,"[/color] Primrose commanded, and the wolfos shot over to where Joker was flung to lend it's back to the young man. The dancer ran on ahead, taking her stance between Joker and the clay creature and summoning a spell to her hand. The creature was huge, with dark, slimy looking legs. The smell of oil told her exactly what those limbs were made of. Across the way Mona was patching up Panther and Skull. To give them time to get recover, she'd keep the monster's focus. To do that... she'd have to trust herself to get out of the way of those [i]things[/i] the pot shot out from under it's lid.

Primrose threw open the bottom of her robe, letting her long legs move freely. She took one step closer to the monster, then another, then one back, one to the side - speeding up her footwork and widening her gait until she was leaping, bringing forth the image of an elegant cat mid-pounce. The dark magic still gathered in her hand left a glittering trail as she moved. This was the [i]Panther Dance[/i], and it was for her own benefit. With each touch of her feet on the ground, her speed increased and she placed herself at the monster's side, forming a triangle around it with thieves at each other point.

Then, she let loose. [color=D34C25]"Moonlight Waltz!"[/color] The heavy concentration of magic shot out, striking the pot's body.