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No protests? Finally! Lyra would never admit it but it did give her a little confidence boost, especially as both vampires moved as needed. She was used to fighting with allied vampires, so their speed wasn't surprising. Instead, she made sure to take careful note of the room once the doors opened. Nothing looked particularly flammable aside from the people there, though her thoughts were interrupted by the scent of burnt flesh. Her heart dropped to her stomach--they were too late to save someone. Oddly, it spurred her into action, and she knew what she needed to do. Helping the vampires was out of the question for the moment--she'd just end up in the way with how they moved--and she focused on the survivors.

Quinn and Caspian focused on the remaining hostages, and Lyra figured she should do the same. Caspian had closed the gap while Quinn had pulled one of them--Roan, judging by the blue hair--to safety towards the mages. She hoped the guy wouldn't lose whatever lunch he might have had since she was dizzy just looking at him. She raised her hands, moving between him and Quinn with the intent on catching him. She wasn't exactly super strong, but she figured she could probably stop him.   

[color=crimson][i]"Oppolik!"[/i][/color] She spoke her spell, forming a small wheel-sized shield against Roan's back. She figured it would help somewhat, except it was temporary, and once it was done, Roan still charged at her. She wished she could say she caught him with grace, but he came faster than expected and honestly the fact that she landed on her butt and not on her shoulder or back was already a miracle once he crashed into her. At least nothing was broken. Hopefully.

[color=crimson]"Calm down and stay still. Quinn, watch the door, we're making enough noise I'm sure we're about to meet some reinforcements,"[/color] Lyra spoke as she managed to get herself up, though she kept a tight grip on Roan's shirt. He was probably going to end up panicking and trying to get away, and if she was going to free him from his cuffs, she needed him to not move so she wouldn't end up accidentally burning him. 

First things first: a shield to make sure she wouldn't get interrupted. [color=crimson][i]"Endrelle."[/i][/color] The square shield popped up around the duo, giving Lyra a little room to breath and look at the cuffs. She couldn't get them off without hurting Roan, but she could at least free him up to move. She quickly crawled over to Roan's legs, prioritizing the ability to run. She muttered to herself as a small shield popped up around his feet. Not that she would ever burn him on purpose, especially since Nelda would have her head if she ever did something that dumb, but better safe than sorry. [color=crimson]"I'm gonna tell you again not to move--fire [i]hurts[/i]."[/color]

She didn't bother waiting for a response, a flame blazing from her fingers and onto the chain. Focused solely on getting through as quickly as possible through what she thought would be the thinnest link, she made sure the metal molted before feeding the flame more to cut through it. Valafar would've been proud. Dismissing the shield from his legs, she hastily crawled over to Roan's back, pulling his arms back as much as she could without hurting him. It'd be uncomfortable, but she would be quick, and instead of mimicking her previous move she made sure to have two shields around both his hands. She repeated the process again, taking care to be more cautious this time and doing everything she could to make sure she wouldn't burn him.

[color=crimson]"Okay, done,"[/color] Lyra sighed in relief. [color=crimson]"Careful, metal could still be hot."[/color]

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