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 [i][b][color=Goldenrod]"Like Alice chasing down a white rabbit."[/color][/b][/i]
 [color=gray][i]Current Location: Von Carnage Mansion, Wine Cellar[/i][/color]
[hider=⧫TURN 3⧫]
[Center]13 | Male | Freelancers | Clockwork Soldier
Aeterna | Sword | Physical | Swift and Keen
Clockwork Jacket | Industrial 
Chronosphere | Lightning | Overclock 
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2)

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750

[color=silver][Silver Touch][/color][Restrain] = [color=red]- 48[/color] MP

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 618[/center][/hider]
 By some luck, the Timekeeper managed to bypass both flame and steel nuisance and found himself in the back of enemy lines. He hopped down from the wall, and pushed his goggles back up once Betty saw him. He frowned as she snarled at him. Concidering the circumstances, it wasn't surprising if she only saw a threat in him, and not the boy that unwillingly failed her. If there was still a glimpse of her humanity trying to resist, if that a part of her scorned him, he didn't care. He probably deserved it. He couldn't waste this chance.

 Whether or not his melody was still active, he hurried over to the violinist, gulping down any nervousness he felt. The Timekeeper dared not to raise his weapon, but instead held a careful arm out, as if he was trying to calm down a feral beast. To reassure. The boy overheard Klava calling out another order, and something crossed his mind.

 [i][color=goldenrod]Wait, aren't all the pyros distra-[/color][/i]

 As if he payed with his own foolishness, Fable forgot about the red-haired pyromancer stalking the back of the cellar until she fired a firebolt square in his stomach. As if the equivalent of getting punched wasn't good enough, he didn't have time to reorient himself before Betty slammed his head onto the ground.

 [i][color=goldenrod]"Hrk?!?"[/color][/i] Fortunately the trauma to his skull wasn't severe enough to knock him outright, but the resulting dizzyness felt worse than when he was knocked aside by a giant crab. As Betty prepared to slam his head back down, Fable instinctively grabbed her arm and attempted to pry himself out of her grip. 

 [color=goldenrod]"B-Betty!! Stop, it's-"[/color] His pleas were cut short upon impact. Again. [color=goldenrod]"It's me, Fabl-"[/color] And again. Fable couldn't bring himself to fight her. He wouldn't bring himself to fight any of the thralls in fact. But he still wanted to survive this, damnit! Running on whatever adrenaline he had, he quickly weaved another single melody. And if he somehow managed to kick the girl away from him, a couple of ribbons of lightning would hold her back like chains. 

 Was there any way to snap her out of it, without the use of lethal force?? The redhead he'd have to worry about at some point, but there were too many things going on to keep proper track of. What a headache.