[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/k5wD2tM.png[/img][hr][hr][color=gold]◈[/color] Day 1 [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=red]Time:[/color] Night [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=red]Weather:[/color] Cloudy, Light Rain [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=red]Location:[/color] Main Corridor [color=gold]◈[/color]
[color=red]Participants:[/color] Anastasia Arslan [@Ti], Raffaella Struna [@Emeth], Leah Clearwater [@vietmyke], Manny Ryi [@Ebil Bunny], Everyone Present.[hr][hr][/center]

Amidst the chaotic eruptions that reverberated through the ballroom, a frenzy of movement ensued. The once elegant space was now a disarray of students darting in multiple directions, a blur of colourful dresses and suits racing toward the shelter. With determination etched on her face, Ana's arms enveloped Raffaella, squeezing the girl in a tight embrace. Beside her, Manny and Leah materialized, their presence solidifying their resolve. The Ni-Seraphi and their menacing Pupa were breaching the sanctity of the building. Time was a fleeting luxury, and urgency spurred their actions.

Ana's voice pierced the tumult, a directive laced with both authority and concern. Her gaze toggled between Raffaella and Manny, these two souls who she now entrusted with a pivotal task. [colour=red]"Raffaella, Manny,"[/colour] she began, her tone both stern and nurturing, [colour=red]"you've got this. Lead the way down that corridor,"[/colour] she pointed ahead of them, [colour=red]"and keep them moving to the shelter."[/colour] As the two nodded, Ana's eyes turned to Leah, their gravity evident as she awaited the others to move out of earshot. [colour=red]"Leah,"[/colour] her expression was grave, [colour=red]"be ready to seal the path behind us. If they catch up, we can't take them all. Send anyone you see to the shelter or the infirmary if they're hurt and can still be useful. No one left behind."[/colour]

Her commands issued, Ana's heart swelled with trust in her friends' capabilities. With bated breath, she watched as Raffaella and Manny guiding the students with a mix of firmness and reassurance. The gravity of their mission demanded every ounce of their strength and focus.

But chaos abounded. A Pupa materialized suddenly through a doorway, snaring a student in its clutches. Panic rippled through the air like an electric current. Without a second thought, Ana seized a standing chandelier, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Battle cries mingled with her determination as she lunged forward, the chandelier now an impromptu spear. With a resounding crash, she drove into the creature, her makeshift weapon ablaze with the fervour of her defiance. Wax dripped and flames danced in the midst of the chaos.

[colour=red]"Move! Keep going!"[/colour] She shouted at the fleeing students, their safety her paramount concern. Left alone with the Pupa, Ana knew she had to hold it back, at least for a moment. Gritting her teeth, she faced off with the creature, the makeshift spear her meagre defence. The Pupa lunged, overpowering her with its superior strength, a bone-rattling collision that sent her staggering.

Barely regaining her footing, Ana locked eyes with the creature, a dance of defiance and desperation. The makeshift spear became her lifeline, a barrier between her and the relentless charge. The Pupa's red eyes bore into her, its determination matched only by her own.

And then, an opportunity presented itself. The Pupa lunged again, the chandelier poised as a weapon of defence. But it was a ruse. The creature sidestepped the crude spear, its momentum carrying it dangerously close. Ana's breath caught as the pointed finger end grazed her arm, pain flaring to life. Thankfully missing her chest.

With a grimace, Ana's gift surged within her, a golden flame of cleansing power that shrouded her form. Resilience coursed through her veins, and with a surge of adrenaline, she closed the distance. Her movements were a blur of determination. She caught the creature's head in her grip, her vitesse-infused strength surprising it. A whirlwind of motion followed, a breathtaking manoeuvre that sent the Pupa crashing to the floor.

Dazed and disoriented, the creature struggled to regain its footing. Ana seized her opportunity, the chandelier now a weapon of vengeance. The resounding impact was met with a sickening squelch, the stench of sulphur and scorched flesh pervading the air. A jolt of triumph surged through her, even as pain throbbed in her arm.

[colour=red]"I rather liked this dress,"[/colour] she muttered under her breath, her words defiant.

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