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[b]“Lucy, it’s me, please remember!”[/b]

The summoner winced. Something about this felt horribly wrong, but jumping into the fray to protect such a lovely lady was the right thing to do, wasn't it? Because what kind of person would he be if he left her to fend for herself against these horrible brutes! He and Lisette were protecting her and there was nothing wrong with that, right? Lucien watched as his summon swiped its claws at the artist. The animal was blinded by rage and wounded its own mouth and arms on the artist's spiked shield.

Lucien's expression contorted into a one of pain. He felt was it was feeling, but he had to protect Mordie!

His cat managed to draw blood and his eyes went wide. THIS, it was wrong. It was wrong on so many levels, but he didn't know why. 

[b]"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?"[/b]

[b]"Yeah, just... Just leave us alone..."[/b]

He gave Dylan a clouded look before the cat exploded into a puff of smoke. "There's no need to fight, yeah?" He mustered a small, almost apologetic smile. "Just go and everything will be grand." Mordie was such a nice woman, he was sure she'd let Dylan and the thugs go if they just walked out and that was good. "Well, whatcha waiting for, go on." His eyebrows creased in irritation...something felt so off, but why it felt that way, he didn't know.

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There was a loud crash, followed by a rumble.

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

Xan turned to see a gaping hole in the floor and a confident looking Bart. Oh Gods...Moira and Syed. Were they alright? They were tough, she had seen it first hand but how deep was the fall? How hard has Bart pushed and all that debris. She could feel the calmness slipping away, but managed to remain calm. They still had Trixie and they couldn't just rush in and attack without putting the prankster at risk.

Her eyes flitted from Bart to Heather, hands clenching into fists. The prankster wriggled about in vain...until she actually managed to land a kick.

Xan's eyes went wide, this was their chance. "Now!" Trixie had managed to free herself and the gun was no longer on the prankster's head. The metallurgist dashed forward, reached out for Trixie's hand, and pulled the girl behind her. Her actions were executed a bit roughly, but she managed to distance the prankster from Heather and now stood between them. She froze for a solid second, mind working on overdrive. Heather still had the gun...

The metallurgist rushed forward, grabbing the woman by the wrist and fighting for the weapon. There was no time for planning or for using her magic, there was only time to act.