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[b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - First Floor (Party Hall/Casino)[/b][/u]

Xandra almost seemed to be negotiating a surrender by this point. Amy merely glared at her with wide eyes. This was - that was it, she must have some sort of plan to go along with that. Stalling, yes, she was stalling. Any movements from either of these two may as well result in a blast to Trixie's head, but seeing the way Bart bolted about almost weightlessly, maybe Moira and Syed were working on getting him to... to... knock into the shield and shock Heather out of the chokehold? That must have been what the rumblings were about now, right? Maybe??

Amy breathed deeply through her nose. What the fuck else was there to do!? She was a godsdamned healer, for Dyn's sake.

[i]"Well, who do we get to kill next?"[/i]

She turned halfway, watching the muscle approach the girls with slow claps. Behind him lied devastating debris - a large hole where presumably Moira and Syed had been condemned to. Gods... Gods! He couldn't have [i]killed[/i] them, could he!? She could feel herself growing desperate - but stopped short of it.

Inhale. Exhale. Amy turned back to watch Heather, closely scrutinizing the woman's hands, arms, eyes. Watching for a twitch, watching for a sudden change of movement. Watching as Trixie swung herself like an ornament. As Xandra herself said, they needn't be hasty; they couldn't afford it. Amy inhaled deeply again and clenched the gem hidden in her hand, resting by her side. She said nothing, calm as Xandra.

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Though she squirmed and squirmed midair, Trixie couldn't break herself free - but there was no way she was giving up here. There was nothing more demeaning for a hero than being held hostage against those you wanted to protect, and the only thing she could think of was breaking free. Not Heather's conditions, not the gun against her own head, not what Xandra and Amy could be planning. She just had to break free, somehow, anyhow.

She was desperate now, gasping for air between seconds. The prankster couldn't even see Bart approaching, nor Moira and Syed's fall - and even then, what else could she do about it? She swung and kicked, swung and kicked, until she dangled close enough to Heather's body. With as much power as she could muster, Trixie - now glowing a faint green - then launched a kick directly into the woman's shin.

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[b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - Fourth Floor (Indoor Pool)[/b][/u]

Dylan had wiped his slate clean in place of a spiked shield. At once Lucien, the darling that he was, jumped to Mordie's protection the moment she let go of him, and summoned a large feline to attack the blond. In the meantime, Lisette made her way behind Dylan and pulled him back.

Now was the perfect time to incapacitate him. One at a time, just like this.

Mordie nearly jumped for the opening, but froze in her tracks: a soaked hand gripped onto her calf. "What!?" she jerked her head, following where the hand came from. The man she had knocked into the pool earlier - Jerry, the lifeguard - had swam back to her and now attempted to pull her in with him.

But she wouldn't have none of that, no. It would ruin her beautiful white dress, for one thing. Before the bro could call out anything more than a few loud grunts (thanks to the now chaotic waters, from the rumbles downstairs now smacking him into the pool's wall), Mordie was quick to slam her free foot's heel atop his hand, sending him dropping back into the pool, gawking.

With the oil gone. Tom rushed forward to flank her, Cid following closely behind. But the woman was not deaf. She welcomed Tom's incoming arms with her own, and gripped onto them tightly before he could hers, jarring him. Nails digging into his skin and summoning blood, Tom squawked as well, then was chucked right into pool atop Jerry, sending them both sinking back into the pool waters. Cid was met with them not too long after.

"You boys think yer so cute."

Dusting her hands, Mordie turned in time to see Dylan crying out before toppling backwards atop Lisette, and Lucien's raging cat impaling itself just to attack its target. Oh, how she wanted to squeeze and hug the cute blue-haired cross-dressed boy for his determination, but she wouldn't dare disturb him in his meditative state.

Instead she approached the fallen Dylan and knelt down beside him, close enough that she could almost whisper. Hands almost as loving as a mother's, she helped tug Lisette loose from under Dylan's body - both to help her help herself, and to reassure her charm on the young guilder.

Oh, she could pitch in to help demoralize the boy even further, but leaving the dirty work to his own teammates was much more fun. She could only imagine what pain the other two would go through in the same circumstance. "Dylan baby, there's no need for this. Ah'm not so sure what your plan was for comin' here in the first place, but you should just drop it now n' give up. Please?"