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[h2][color=e68845]Sylvia Copeland[/color][/h2][/center]
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Day 1 [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=e68845]Time:[/color] Night [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=e68845]Weather:[/color] Moderate Rain [color=734e66]◈[/color][color=e68845]Location:[/color] Harold's Academy, Main Ballroom [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=e68845]Participants: [/color]Sylvia Copeland, Lhoren Ashdale [@Silver Carrot], Kaspaan Mustaven [@Deja], Arthur Everwood [@Jumbus], Anastasia Arslan [@Ti][/center][hr][hr]

Giving Lhoren a grim nod, Sylvia watched her hurry towards Myrion's group. Lhoren's gift would be perfect for locating any trapped or injured students, although Sylvia could only hope the casualties were minimal. [color=e68845]"Thanks, and best of luck to you too. You've got this,"[/color] she reassured her fellow Ivar. [color=e68845]"As for me, I'll be fine."[/color] The bravado couldn't quite mask the waver of uncertainty in her voice at that last part.

It was only a familiar soothing scent, wafting through the ballroom, that could ease her taut nerves and unclench her muscles. Normally, she couldn't help being a tad uncomfortable when it came to Fasha's emotional manipulation, but this was different. This was a matter of life or death. She flew towards Kaspaan and Arthur, fur spreading up her forearms as she steeled herself to help guard the other students.

Ana's voice rang out through the cacophony once more, the calm in the chaos, directing her allies. [color=e68845]"Let's go,"[/color] Sylvia called to Kasp and Arthur, motioning for them to surround the retreating students guided by Manny and Raffaella. As she turned back to Ana, both hearts kicked into overdrive at the sight before her. A Pupa, lunging at Ana, who fended it off with nothing but a chandelier as a makeshift weapon.

[color=e68845]"Ana!"[/color] Sylvia darted towards her, only for a blur of movement to ambush from the side. She spun out of the way, narrowly evading the second Pupa's strike. All the combat techniques she'd practiced over the past year, and had been mentally going over, seemed to leave her head. Acting on instinct, she leapt to avoid a second lunge, twisted in the air and hurtled down. Her outstretched foot connected with the Pupa's head, knocking it prone.

Her counterattack didn't appear to slow it down any. With startling speed, it flipped over and grabbed her leg. Yelping at the sting of its needle-like finger digging into her skin, Sylvia flailed and thrashed against its grip. With all her beastlike strength, she caught its other arm before it could pierce her aeonheart, her claws leaving deep lacerations in its skin. They grappled, their movements as fluid yet brutal as two wild animals.

A burst of silver liquid sprayed Sylvia and splattered on the floor. With a bone-chilling screech, the Pupa stumbled back, letting go of her, pressing its hand to its eye. Metallic-toned blood streamed down its face. Fighting down a wave of nausea at the gore soaking her dress and dripping from her fingers, Sylvia kicked it in the chest with her good leg, knocking it off-balance once again. Wounded as it was, the creature refused to go down easily, springing up, swiping with those weaponised hands.