[img]http://i.imgur.com/8MXlskf.png[/img] [b][u] The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor - Casino/Main Hall[/u][/b] The fist connected with Bart’s face with unholy, tremendous force. Enough that it pushed him back, straight down into the ground, cracking it and then imbedding him in a deep and unruly crater, as the shockwave from the attack tore the casino’s ground to ruin, cracking it and dislodging it. The whole room reverberated from the attack, with the many casino tables and chairs being uplifted from their roots and thrown into disarray, spilling on their sides. A massive blanket of smoke and dust buffeted the air, passing over Syed’s tense, determined face, and Moira’s own, rage filled expression. Surely, that was enough. But as the dust began to clear and settle, they were able to suddenly see that their attacker was gone, not lying still and motionless like he should have been. How the hell could he take so much punishment and keep moving? Crimson Justice’s attack should have been enough, and then all of their successive hits. Xandra’s sword slash too. It should have been the end of it. He wasn’t protected by the other woman’s invisible shields then either, Moira knew she felt flesh and bone under her fist. So what the flying fuck?! “I am getting really, really fucking sick of being hit in the face.” A dreadful voice appeared from above. The pair turned to look upwards, and see slowly descending from the ceiling of the large casino their adversary glaring down, his face caked in blood. And then, before they could realise anything, his body dropped again, hurtling at breakneck speed downwards, colliding straight on top of them. The explosive force of Bart’s landing caused another shockwave that sent more ripples and cracks to emerge throughout the room, for more casino tables and equipment to be sent flying, and to upset Amy and Xandra’s footing across the room as they dashed frantically to help rescue Trixie from Heather’s clutches. Even the band were jostled from their performance. Looking to each other, they realised that perhaps this was the time to call it quits, and they hurried to the nearest exit. And in the clearing smoke where Bart had attacked the two Guilders… He was resting on Moira, with one leg outstretched, his foot resting on Syed’s chest. No matter how much the pair struggled, neither one of them could move, for pressing down on their chests… was an unholy amount of force. “You two fucks have been pissing me off a lot. First I’m going to deal with you, then that girl, then whatever the fuck that other thing was.” Bart sneered. “You feel that? Hurts, don’t it. I can manipulate my weight, you know. Make myself super light or super heavy… super dense. Like for example… my body at the moment is weighing 150kg. Shall we see how long your bodies last when I crank it up again and again? To 200kg… 500kg… 1000kg…” “I think this is going to be fun.” The pressure mounted and screams began to unfurl. --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/jRAF2sR.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/xkURwfI.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/xQfN4de.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Tenth Floor: Grande Suite[/u][/b] "You are concerned for your friend," Iliana spoke softly. "That is understandable. However." "I am no fool, I have never been the sort to believe in coincidence. You know something. So did Little Miss Superstar, her clamming up only made her look even more guilty. So tell me..." Her arm shot out, grabbing a hold of Marcus under his chin, her fingers gripping his cheeks in a vice-like grip. Her hands were deceptively firm and a little rough, despite their perfect appearance. "Why are they here? Is Mr Hunter involved? What do you all want?!" Marcus’ head tilted back slightly, his eyes looking down at Iliana as she roughly gripped him. Boring her face into his, she demanded answers, with a look that emphasised no other alternative. A quick glance to Lord Dumont showed no interest in intervening from him, and Marcus could hardly say he was surprised. Dumont’s newest prize, that of Selan, and perhaps the women that man, Hunter, was bringing had slipped out of his fingers. His home was being assaulted. Yes, he needed answers, and he would get them. Even if it meant hurting and roughhousing a harmless young woman to get them. But Marcus was not a harmless young woman in the slightest. His left arm shot out, swatting Iliana’s arm away, filling her with surprise. His other arm swung out, gripping her throat, and pushing her away with sudden force, throwing her onto the sofa. Dumont’s eyes widened in disbelief and anger, whilst Marcus’ own narrowed with intensity. The entire time within the Grande Diamond so far, Marcus had kept silent, in the hope of keeping his cover. Whilst also battling against the raging desire to attack and destroy like Don had done, in demanding answers from these wicked people as to where Estelle and Josette were. He could have reverted back to the man whom appeared in Vandrell when fighting the maniacal alchemist Oren, but kept it in check, for the benefit of his friends, and for Estelle and Josette’s own safety too. But now, now that he was alone… with Selan being kidnapped too… There didn’t seem to be any need for false pretences. “Stay down.” Marcus’ right hand flicked up, and suddenly Iliana found herself unable to move. Still gagging and wretching, her hold on her magic nullification had been made briefly weakened, a mistake that would now cost them. Even then, a low rank woman like Marcy, even with magical abilities, shouldn’t have been able to withstand her nullification, even despite her slight transgression. Unless- She looked up with horror as Marcus walked towards Dumont, his hand rising, a burst of typhoon wind throwing the noble off his feet, to crash against the wall of security monitors. She couldn’t defend him. Dumont groaned, flickering his eyes open, to see Marcus stride closer, and closer, and closer. His hands then shot out, gripping the noble’s throat. “Tell me where the women you’ve kidnapped are.” Marcus demanded. “Now.”