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 [u][b] Los Paraisos : the Grande Diamond, 9th floor[/u][/b]

Aria coughed, partially winded from being unexpectedly thrown to the ground so roughly. It didn’t help that he was kneeling on her back to hold her down either, and it was mighty uncomfortable to have her arms held in such unnatural positions. 

She subtly shifted her arms, trying to figure out if she could potentially wrest her arms away. Unfortunately they were quite firmly held back, and it would be difficult to reach any knives she had stowed away on her person not to mention if she forced it he could very well break one of her arms. How had he managed to sneak up behind her? And he just melted away, like her own-

Oh. Well then.

If she wasn’t in quite the bind already she might have succumbed to the urge to thud her head against the floor. Out of all the freaking possibilities of what Kenneth’s magic could have been…

“You’re an illusionist, aren’t you?”

She glared up as best as she could at the man almost accusingly. An illusionist just like her, only stronger and more experienced. It certainly explained how he managed to see through her own illusion so easily while casting one on her without her sensing anything out of the ordinary. In other words, she was at a great disadvantage. 

Wriggling her hands that had started to feel slightly numb, she just sighed, body going lax. Perhaps he would loosen his grip a little if she showed less resistance.
“As much as I want to go with the first option, I’m afraid I’m not very keen to- wait, Guilders?” They weren’t supposed know that! How did he find out? 

“Who said we were Guilders?” She wriggled around, wincing when he dug his knee harder into her back. She needed to somehow get out of his grip. Was there anything around that could distract him?