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Ah, fuck.

Her meema always told her that things could always get worse. Granted, she usually meant that in terms of weather, but whatever. Lyra didn't even get to enjoy the victory over the air mage getting fried--likely Quinn's work, judging by her confusion. A small thought in the back of her head popped up as Lyra hardly flinched at the display, but she pushed it away. No time for distracting thoughts, especially as the Inquisitor was the last thing left to take care of in the room. It was five to one with the odds in their favor, and like any other cornered animal, it meant he was likely to lash out at them.

Unfortunately, she didn't anticipate him snaking his way out past them all. She assumed that electrical current would be an attack, but instead, he zapped past them and reappeared outside. Lyra immediately stepped towards the pair, but stopped as she spotted the lightning forming in his free hand. Man, she wanted to [i]avoid[/i] a hostage situation. 'Civil', that much made her outright scoff. Did he call electrocuting people to death civil?

She stopped herself from rolling her eyes as she was addressed. She supposed he wanted her to beg for Quinn's life. No chance to say anything, though as both the Astorio and Quinn spoke before she did. Her eyes widened considerably as the former outright stated he didn't care for Quinn's life, and the latter knew the vampire's threat was serious. Welp, now what? Everyone else was too far away, though she didn't doubt both vampires were eager to just run in. She wished she knew Roan's affinity, but even if she did, she needed time to dispel the restriction, so unfortunately, she couldn't count on him. The easiest thing would be to hand herself over, but that didn't guarantee Quinn's safety, either. 

The only thing she was certain of was her own abilities and she wasn't willing to gamble anyone else's life. That left one thing to do: have Quinn pull her in and see if she was fast enough to fry Hasgad before he fried Quinn or her. A shield to his free hand would stop that, and she'd just have to melt whatever she touched first. She should've been nervous about the risk, but for some reason, the thought actually excited her.

She ran a hand over her hair, and once it was at the back of her head, she used her pointer finger and pointed elsewhere. It was a weak signal for Roan, but she wanted him to be as far away from the chaos as possible. Dropping her hands to her side, she took a cautious step forward.

[color=crimson]"Look at that, you actually know my name,"[/color] Lyra scoffed, slowly raising her hands in front of her to better ready herself. If only she was a mental mage, she could tell Quinn to pull her in as fast as he could. [color=crimson]"If it's me you want so badly, I'm right here. Or what, you get the title of Inquisitor by lying and cheating your way to the top? Didn't think Alderman recruited cowards to the ranking."[/color]

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