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[b]The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor - Casino[/b]
Fuck!

Moira once more found herself airborne, although she was far too dazed to really click that much. All she knew was that the blow [i]hurt[/i], it hurt like [i]hell[/i]! All she could do is brace for impact.

For Syed, however, only one thing was important in the few seconds they were airborne. If he missed Moira... if he hit the wall at the velocity they were going at? Well, he wouldn't be getting up. He was nowhere near as durable as she was.

Electricity arced across his body, striking the ceiling and the floor and carving charred paths in their wake. His eyes glowed in that brilliant yellow as he reached out to every metal object in his range, to the metal supports in the walls, ceilings and floors. Magnetising himself in a desperate attempt to slow his - and by direct association Moira's - velocity.

And to a small extent it worked, as he managed to lower his trajectory enough for him to hit the floor. He gave out a cry of pain as he was sent tumbling alarmingly fast across the floor after his partner, his electricity immediately fizzing out when his concentration broke.

It wasn't enough for Moira. She crashed into the wall opposite with enough force to crack it and cause a crater in the brickwork. All she could do was allow herself to fall forward once more, landing with a dull thud on the floor as Syed too struck the wall, although with a thankfully much lesser force. What... what the fuck...? She coughed, pushing herself up...

Only to dive to one side last second, dragging Syed with her to narrowly avoid the punch which [i]blew a hole in the thick wall altogether[/i]. What the shit?!

Syed's eyes darted around them, wincing as he pushed his bloodied grazed elbow into his side in an attempt to lessen the pain. There were still people in here of course, screaming and cowering. Along with the ballsiest band ever on the stage, performing the perfect soundtrack. They were going to get hurt, staying here. They were going to get hurt or worse!

"Hey!" he shouted as loudly as he could through gritted teeth across the hall, hoping Clive would hear. Oh, what was it with this job and excruciating pain. His old job never involved excruciating pain. Well, when he wasn't having an accident with a pair of safety scissors and a crayon anyway. "Don's bro! Get everyone ou-!"

He was suddenly pulled once more as Moira threw him to one side, the pair of them narrowly avoiding getting hit once more. It was nothing but dodging! Dodging and avoiding and-

And Moira was hit once more. He was too fast. Too fast for Moira to even react. The pair were once more sent flying, crashing into some more tables as cards and chips scattered everywhere.

Moira spat on the floor, her spit stained red. Urgh, and that was on top of the blood pouring from her head. Damnit. Damnit to hell. How the hell was he doing this?! How the hell was he moving so fast, hitting so hard? He weighed nothing, yet hit like he weighed a tonne! She couldn't figure it out! Where was he now?!

"Xandra!" Syed yelled as he staggered back up, his hands moving in large movements as fast as he could. Bart was like a blur, heading straight for Xan. She didn't look like she could take a hit like Moira could, although there was no way to really know at one point. And he really didn't want to find out like this!

Great, brilliant masses of electricity erupted from his body, leaping out from his outstretched fingers and flashing across the hall with a ear-ringing [i]crack[/i]. Instead of aiming at Bart himself, Syed decided to aim slightly in front of Xan - hoping, praying, that it would compensate for Bart's speed and that his shout would give her that extra split-second warning to avoid Bart's attack.

Please let this work. Please.

Moira knew better than to pull at Syed when he was trying a spell like this, as pulling at him could disrupt his magic. So instead she grabbed a hold of a nearby statue - a massive, heavy and stupid looking thing which she couldn't figure out what the hell it was supposed to be. Heaving it up, she prepared herself to swing it at Bart if he headed for them again.

Whatever Xan did, she hope it didn't involve throwing fucking plates at her again.