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'Even the playing field,' what a joke. When reinforcements showed up, Quinn would end up permanently in their hands and Astorio would justify him as a lost cause. But from where she was standing, there was no way to get him out safely. No one else was moving, Astorio had his deadline, and she could feel their stares at the back of her head waiting for her to act. If she didn't love being in the spotlight it could've been intimidating. For better or for worse, though, this wasn't her first time in a pickle and it wasn't going to be her last. Alright, she needed her brain to think of a proper solution to this.

Except her brain kept telling her to set the Inquisitor on fire. He was annoying, he was willing to murder people, and he was a coward in denial, so he was the perfect candidate for her next victim. The most pressing problem is that lighting was definitely faster than fire and she wasn't sure she could cross over fast enough to melt him before he would fry Quinn. The temptation to try was there, but was it really worth risking Quinn's life? Well, it was either do something risky in an effort to save him, or do nothing and watch Hassass electrocute him the same way he did to poor Marie. 

Actually when she put it that way, there was only one choice.

Lyra decided on something entirely reckless. She was going to have to bribe everyone not to include it in any reports, because if her mother found out, she'd be back in Tal'Natrum first thing tomorrow. She was also definitely going to hear it from both Astorio [i]and[/i] Eve, but she was counting on their speed if her stupid plan didn't work. Which it likely wouldn't, but she'd rather go down fighting than stand around doing nothing while Hassass kept being smug. 

Letting out a tiny, exasperated sigh, she shook her head. Once she opened her eyes, however, she charged forward. Her hand was outstretched, magic flowing through her as she shouted out her spell with every intention of disrupting any lightning he would have sent to Quinn. [color=crimson][i]"Dolor Geniato!"[/i][/color] Her free hand made to shove Quinn aside and hopefully out of harm's way. The moment she made contact with Hassass's face, she put forth as much magic as she could with every intention of melting his face off.





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