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[b][h3]PLAZA[/h3][/b]

Upon Iraleth's charge, rending foe after foe hurling themselves in her path to block the wizard, she would find her blade meeting a barrier, the casting Mannekin conjuring a field of defensive essence around itself to halt her charge. This clash would persist for a moment, before a thundering [i]boom[/i] would ring out across the plaza from behind Iraleth and Chunji. In the next moment following this hair-raising jolt, a small hole in the barrier was made apparent, alongside a new hole through the wizard's head that was not present before. In that exact instant, the barrier all at once shattered like glass, the brief moment of lost concentration giving Iraleth all that she needed to break through. The wizard was run through and smashed aside by Iraleth's might, tumbling away in pieces, landing among the remains of its brethren as nothing but a torso, head and arm. 

Chunji, meanwhile, would see small stones radiating essence inside the chest cavity of these wooden warriors - a clear sign of the target to aim for in order to most efficiently incapacitate them. Cuts to their joints would hinder and slow them, but Chunji would notice an immediate limpness upon a Mannekin's chest stone being run through; yet, for a brief moment, he would notice one key difference from the wizard Mannekin before him, now cast aside and tossed to the ground in a heap: it had no such stone.

The broken wizard slowly levitated just above the ground, its body seeming to catch fire as it raised its staff towards Iraleth from behind, a ball of flame twice the size of the last now gathering. "iT'S... nOt... oVeR..." In a muffled, distant voice, as if trying to speak underwater, it would grunt these words with the most emotion that an emotionless doll could perhaps muster. In the moment in which these flames were conjured, Chunji's vision would see something forming inside its chest cavity - a stone that seemed to light itself aflame while forming.

Out of nowhere, however, the flames dispersed all at once. The rock inside its chest burned to ash, and the wizard was now a smoldering pile on the ground. The fireball it conjured shot into the sky, where it exploded safely out of reach, but clearly exploding in all directions by dozens of meters. Embers slowly rained upon the plaza, giving the area an almost sunset afterglow.

Students began navigating around the spreading flames around the bridge, and by the time that the wave of warriors led by the fallen wizard was vanquished, dozens of students were now flooding the plaza and dispersing in all directions in a desperate dash for the auditorium. There appeared to be three main paths for those in the plaza: the cluster of red buildings that these mannequin had emerged from, and walkways to both their left and right that seemed to lead to other areas of the campus.

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[b][h3]MAIN BUILDING[/h3][/b]

"Got it, Otty, but I don't think we need to be using our invoices right now. We're not in a library, after all, hehe," Davil would exclaim with an enthusiastic salute as he followed Otis through his dimension. Gawking at each and every item on display as they walked, with various 'oooh' and 'ahhh' noises emitting from his awed mouth, he straightened himself up upon hearing that he'd be playing hero. With a huge gulp of anxiety clearing down the lad's throat, his saucer eyes looked upon Otis with sudden nerves. "W-Well, if you say so... right! Then I guess I'll do it like that!"

He marched over and grabbed the chainsaw katana with both hands, nodding. "It's just like the Shoguknights from Western Rotid... this is badass, dude, seriously! Oh wooooow~! Squeeee!" Davil would continue this fanboying as he swung it around a few times with various 'kachaaa' or 'whishhhhh' noises, before running to keep up with Otis, following him through a door to the unknown. "Time for another adventure with my good buddy Otis! The Otster!" With a half-stumble outside, Davil followed Otis into the hallway, sword in hand, and yet there was not even a single enemy within range to swing at - him disappointedly noting the already fallen Mannekin at the hands of Otis' revolver. "O-Oh, yeah, that's fine too I guess."

Were Otis to study the Mannekin, he would find it rather trivial to override its prior controls and become its new master. Having seemingly been crushed into a state of inactivity moments prior, it would prove far easier than if it were still active and moving in defiance. That being said, it would not move very well in its current state without additional repairs to its body. Meanwhile, more Mannekin took to the halls, rushing after them.

Meanwhile, Davil was simply petrified for a brief moment, not even processing the Mannekin descending upon him before being smacked away by shadows - instead looking at Ciara with a small blush. He'd lean in and whisper to Otis, "Otty, you didn't say it was going to be a [i]pretty[/i] girl, downright divine, and now I don't know how to perform...! What do I even do?!"

Shuffling his feet, he greeted Ciara with a wave. "Hi, I'm Davil! My deal is that I'm the guy who's gonna save us, so don't worry, your troubles are all over now!" With that, he'd rush forward towards the next group of bat-swinging Mannekin, including another one wearing a pompadour at the back of the new wave, crackling with lightning. At any point, should Ciara look upon Davil's aura to gauge its 'taste', she would be met with the sight of overwhelming darkness swirling about the boy. Unlike many people who had a fairly even balance of light and dark within them, by her Ethos' estimate on things, it seemed as if Davil's 'balance' was shifted entirely towards negativity and shadow.

"It was something like... thiiiiiis!" With the push of a button, grease shot out of the katana Davil was holding, the revving of the chainsaw growing louder, thundering throughout the corridor. However, in a moment of either great misfortune or immeasurable stupidity, the grease shot onto the ground in front of him, tripping him up as the sword fell freely out of his hands. His body flailed as he performed a backflip, landing on his head onto the grease pile while the chain-katana skidded out of control across the hall like a spinning top, chopping off the feet of the first Mannekin at the front of the pack. Slathered in grease, Davil hurriedly clawed his way back towards Otis and Ciara, panic in his eyes. "Help, please, I'm not a hero, I lied! It was all a joke! A glorious jest! I'm just chums with Otty and nothing more, I sweeeeear! Help meeee!" While these pleading cries went on, the Mannekin would be closing in fast. 

To add insult to injury, in the midst of all this, the snobby voice of the boy from earlier would crackle over the invisible speaker near the trio. "Ouch, wipeout. There's no way [i]this[/i] is your help, right? I mean, that would just be downright sad. Real men don't need to rely on Rekordian tech to solve their woes, you know. Real men can conquer the world with nothing but their mind. Men like me. Heh."