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She was taking them someplace safe, good, good. "Oh thank you! All this fighting is horribly scary." He hugged his arms to his chest and feigned a shudder. "We're so thankful." He followed after the woman and Dylan, letting a relieved smile tug on the corners of his face. The three guilders, Mordie, and both bros entered the elevator, and as soon as the double doors slid shut they zoomed up, all the way to the fourth floor and away from the brawl that was taking place down stairs. It had been an explosive fight, but he trusted his friends and besides, the boss could handle whatever anyone threw at her!

The doors slid open and Mordie went ahead, leading them to a door. As soon as they were pushed open they revealed the indoor pool, it was pretty though towels were strewn about and one of the benches had fallen over, but aside from that things seemed orderly. It was also empty, so that was good, yeah? They'd get to arrest Mordie, run out and search for the others. Plus, even if he and Dylan were in dresses, they had the bros to back them up.

He turned to look at Dylan. Did the matter artist want them to keep up their little ruse?

"Oh very sa--arGHHG!" Suddenly, the summoner was pushed into the deep end of the pool, purse and all. How did one swim in a dress? He flailed around, realizing that he was beginning to sink. No, no, no! Lucien always imagined his death to be a little more...cool? Badass? He wanted to go down in a heroic blaze, not drown in a pool with mascara dripping all over his face. "Help!" He practically squealed as he reached out to grab at the floating blue purse. His cards! He had to save his cards!

"Bro! We got you!" Before he could look their way a lifesaver was flung at his head. He swallowed a mouthful of water before finally hugging the flotation device, tight. Cid held onto the rope connected to the life ring and gave it a tug. Lucien collided with his purse before the bro pulled him out and placed him on the pool side.

"I-I don't need CPR," he wheezed, "all good."

They gave him a thumbs up then returned their attention to Dylan and Mordie. The summoner remained lying on the poolside before he picked himself up and staggered towards the group. "Okay! It's really rude to push a lady." He stated, though most of his makeup had been washed away. "You ruined my lipstick!" He half-joked before Dylan threw something at the ground and tripped up the bros? What? WHAT? 

"Dylan, what are you doing?" Lucien fumbled with his purse and pulled out a soggy card. Crap...no, these were worth so much gald. Thankfully they weren't torn but they had been in perfect condition and now! He narrowed his eyes at Mordie, looking genuinely upset. "I smell something fishy...and it isn't my wet stockings."

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There was a spark followed by a sharp crack and a collision. 

Xan's eyes widened as her arm met with a barrier of sorts. She couldn't see anything there...but something resisted and for a fraction of a second she stood still, eyes wide and locked onto Bart and the hammer that was inches away from his face. "What...?" Her gut told her to jump back, retreat and strike again but before she could do any of that an invisible force sent her flying back and tripping on her own feet. Xan stared at the ceiling in a daze only to be lifted up by her arm.

[b]“I definitely owe you that green tea now. As for you.”[/b]

She needed to stay calm, if she willed her hand into a knife then he'd have to let go...but he was crushing her wrist and the pain made it impossible to concentrate. She froze, waiting for the blow that would end it, if he broke her arm it would be over for her. 

[b]“What else can it transform into? How about… nothing?”[/b]

Xan screwed her eyes shut a yelp leaving her lips as he squeezed harder. She expected a crack but it never came and instead she was thrown effortlessly towards Moira and Syed. Thankfully, she didn't crash into them but in front of them. The girl managed to lessen the blow by stretching out her arms, but it still stung and when she came into contact with the floor, she curled up into a ball and groaned, the wind knocked out of her. She was nowhere near as sturdy as Moira, but wasn't what one would consider fragile either. She remained that way for a moment before recovering and staggering to her feet. Blood was trickling down a gash on her real arm, but the adrenaline rush did a good job at numbing the pain. 

"He's...tough," she winced before turning to look at Moira and Syed. "Do we have a pla...oh, Dyn." Her eyes locked on Bart as he lifted the roulette table like it was nothing. Her prosthetic went from hammer to normal and she began strengthening the metal, perhaps, the best offense was a good and solid defense?