Despite the severity Nessie had perceived of the prior situation, it came off as a minor inconvenience and delay once she regrouped with the rest of the team. Perhaps it was just something you got used to over time as a Magical Girl, being unfazed by assaults and perilous situations. It seemed feasible, but that didn't mean the young redhead became any calmer. Even if she was back with her friends. She couldn't help but feel on edge. Lumiere's words of explanation to the Scot were lost on her ears to the heavy rain and bustling wind around them, but also due to a lack of attention on Nessie's part. The girl's focus was on those eyes as they got closer, her face contorted with suspicion. She glared at those static orbs, keen pupils discerning that something was wrong. Even so, she wasn't able to discern what exactly was wrong until it was obvious. An illusion. That's all they'd been. An illusion. Nessie stopped dead in her tracks as soon as she realised, kicking herself for not coming to that conclusion sooner. Ironically those eyes, though clearly deforming into a passive collection of bright specks on the wind, seemed a dozen times more ominous now. Because it came with the realisation that they'd been tricked. And now whatever puppetmaster was pulling the strings would see to it that the four of them met consequences for it. This is where Nessie's paranoia came in handy, since it was her who was chosen first by the illusionist Pageless. A clawed hand swept at the young lady out of nowhere, but at a speed that was more than manageable for her to avoid, rotating around with a swish on her broom, which took some of the attack in lieu of her. The hand drew away slowly, slow enough for Nessie's eyes to flit up to the creature it belonged to. Perhaps it was just the wind, but a cold shiver ran up her spine as her gaze settled on the spectral force floating effortlessly on the wind. It drifted there, garbed with a long, flowing cloak that gave it some form other than what was presumably its heart, or some kind of source of energy for it, resting open but protected at its lower half. Its bony arms, now resting unnervingly at either sides, almost seemed to sprout from the cloak itself. Its pitch dark shade almost seemed to evoke utter despair. Though, given it was a Pageless, that was sort of to be expected. And then, in a blink of an eye, it was gone. The darkness of the surrounding storm made for an excellent cover, and Nessie barely even saw it at Goodhope's side until Lumiere's radiant shield burst forth to block it. Barely able to keep up with the pace of the battle now, it was no wonder that the Lady of the Lake found herself targeted once again next. Dazzled by the mini-fireworks display that rippled amongst the Magical Girl quartet, all that gave Nessie away to the fact that she was in danger was the sudden aura of dread that the Pageless brought with it, those claws ready to drive into vulnerable flesh before, yet again, Lumiere's barrier intercepted it like the workings of a guardian angel. Being the kind of person she was, however, Nessie wasn't going to take protection just sitting down. [color=f7941d]"Not so fast ya tatty bastard!"[/color] A couple of blinks was all it took for the girl to regain her senses, the fuzzy blotches in her vision clearing up as she spun around to the cloaked Pageless before it could retreat back into its camouflage for respite. Fixing her eyes on that glowing heart at its bottom, she thrust forward her hand forcefully. Like it had previously, the rain came loyally to assist the Lady of the Lake, a mass of individual droplets and streams ignoring the logic that usually controlled them, forming into a barrage of razor sharp needles which were sent straight in the Pageless' direction. [color=f7941d]"Aye!"[/color] Nessie let out an affirmative cry to Lumiere's words in the heat of the moment. Now the battle had really begun.