[center][color=orange][h2][i]Lithy[/i][/h2][/color][/center]

Talk about the Holy Grail as their means of eradicating Madame Muir, being the starting idea of their first plan to save themselves, Lithy wasn't at all sure why this was considered a positive start. She's never heard of such a thing, but there's still plenty of American information about magic and religion that she's still learning about. She figured it was some sort of holy symbol strong enough to eliminate such an evil opponent. As they went about chatting, Lithy began to feel a twinge of irritation heating up her senses. Something wasn't right. 

Amos, who sat taller on her boots, suddenly hissed with ears flattened and hair rising on end. [I][color=7bcdc8]"Stay Alert, Ti Se!"[/color][/I] 

Looking up, Lithy watched her worst nightmare - Upon Black Hill Top an explosion of mass insanity breached through the magical shield that was supposed to protect the grounds. Gunfire crossed the air around them and all the students began to scream in horror as tons of black-suited figures and ghouls began to attack them. 

[color=f7941d]"So much for being safe here!" [/color]Lithy scowled, wishing she pushed further about her concerns with the safety of this estate. She watched some students and teachers stand tall against the onslaught, fighting with whatever weapon they could garnish or whatever curse they could cast. 

Moving closer to the front of the estate, Lithy heard someone cry out in pain before her name was called out. "Lithy and you," She turned to find Yuri grunting with blood painting the sleeve of his shirt. "Get the kids to safety. I'm going to go check on Remy." He rushed away before she could respond. Giving the others a glance, she ducked down and ran to hide behind the stone gate around the home. Peeking out, she watched as more and more students were being attacked; her mind raced to figure out what she could do to help them. Frustrated that she had no weapon to call upon, she decided to do the next best thing. 

[color=f7941d][I]Papa Legba! May I please...[/I][/color]

[color=662d91][I]Sa a see pa tan an,[/I] her father chuckled. (This is not the time.)[/color]

[color=f7941d][I]Yes, it is! I am unable to protect myself or others! This is a perfect time![/I][/color]

[color=662d91][I]Oui, the perfect time to learn - use what I've already given you.[/I][/color]

[color=f7941d][I]But Papa...[/I][/color]

And then her connection fell silent. Angry now, Lithy fumed as she tried to regain her focus upon the battlefield, watching the strange ghouls seek their next victims. This was her first magical fight ever - and it wasn't civil or organized; just chaotic and maddening. 

With only minimum access to her stronger abilities and no physical weapon she could just pull from anywhere - like Soul was doing at that time, Lithy began to mentally dig into her database for an appropriate spell. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Choose your rutters, byen vit!"[/color] (quickly) Amos barked at her feet before his form seems to melt into the ground - disappearing - only to enter Lithy's body to offer more confidence and protection. Instantly, her eyes turned pure black and her well-manicured nails lengthened into extreme cat claws. 

Taking a deep breath, Lithy focused, placing herself in deep concentration as she noted where all the ghouls were present on the grounds. Mumbling a sinister mantra, she began to play with their empty minds, toy with their mechanical thoughts - manipulate them into obeying her by creating illusions of their master before them. Instead of the students or instructors, they were attacking, the appearance of Madame Muir suddenly preset herself before their eyes as if she had stepped directly before them to speak with them personally. They were pawns and were easily swayed to stop their attacks, but for her to conduct such a massive illusion was a poor first move on Lithy's part. Skills she had, but battle tactics were non-existent. She's always run away from a fight - not jump headfirst into the fray. Therefore, attempting this illusion to offer the students and instructors a chance to get away, or to attack with gusto, was what she can offer at that time. 

[color=f7941d]"I can make them stop...,"[/color] she shouted over the noise towards the others. [color=f7941d]"I can make them dance the jig if you like. But... I can't do this for long... Not for this amount of people. My illusions are meant for smaller groups. So, get everyone to attack them - quickly! Or, we find a better hiding place!"[/color]