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[b]The Grande Diamond: Tenth Floor - Grande Suite[/b]
[i]“Tell me where the women you’ve kidnapped are.”[/i] Marcus demanded. [i]“Now.”[/i]

Iliana could do nothing, her breath catching raspily in her throat. It was funny, how right now the fact that Marcy was in fact male didn't register. All that mattered was now. He was threatening Lord Dumont, and she was completely powerless to help him.

And he was asking [i]that[/i]. He was literally right outside the room they were captive earlier, when they were on the way up here. Did... did he know something?!

Was it her fault?

She tried to reach out, to pull herself off the sofa. Get herself towards a panic button, anything. But she couldn't.

"Don't...!" she gasped, her throat feeling like sandpaper. Her eyes rolled a little with the sustained effort as she tried to overcome him with her magic null. That wasn't working either. She swallowed. "...Don't hurt him..."

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[b]The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor - Casino/Main Hall[/b]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!"

Pinned on her front with almost all of his weight upon her, Moira was stuck in that awkward position where she couldn't hit back. She screamed and bellowed and shouted, slamming her fists into the ground and trying to push herself up.

The weight increased some more, shortly accompanied by another moan of pain from her companion. She managed, just about, to turn her head to face him.

Unlike her, Syed was lucky enough to be on his back. And with only one foot resting on him too. However also unlike her, he had no tolerance for being pinned to the ground by a massive weight whatsoever. His hands clutched and gripped at Bart's foot, his fingertips pale as he desperately tried to lift as much of the weight off his chest as he could. It wasn't helping at all.

He groaned quietly, his breathing becoming all the more difficult by the second. It was difficult to concentrate through the pain, and he didn't dare take his hands away from Bart's foot. He looked over to the last direction he saw the others, but with all the rubble and all the noise Moira was making it was pointless.

He then locked his gaze on Bart instead, his teeth gritted in pain as the room span around him. Weight manipulation? That made sense. "G... guys..." he tried to call out, but it came out more as a whisper instead.

Hesitantly, he took one hand away from the foot. He instantly felt the pain intensify, his vision darkening and his eyes unfocusing. He had to be fast. He had to be fast as hell.

Moira snarled, her vision blurring a little. But not with the sheer amount of pressure on her back. Well. It was partially to do with that. But also to do with the boiling rage which was running through every artery and vein in her body. She could hear her heart pounding against her ribs, against the floor. She could feel the coolness of the floor, the sharpness of the cracks and the bits of debris.

But most importantly, she could feel the horrific weight on her back, threatening to crush her into the ground.

She firmly planted her palms once more into the floor and began to try and push herself up again.

"W...weight whatever...!" she shouted, her voice cracking. Her muscles screamed from the effort and the ground cracked under her hands. Blood began to trickle from her nose. "Like I give a shit... you fat fuck...!"

Meanwhile Syed reached desperately towards a small piece of metal with his one free hand. But as hard as he tried, he couldn't focus his magic. He couldn't conciously cast without his gestures, he couldn't concentrate through the pain. The debris remained untouched as he went limp, his vision fading to black.