[img]http://i.imgur.com/ylO8F8C.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/AXy5Xzf.png[/img] [b]The Grande Diamond: Basement[/b] There was no time to waste. Four gas cylinders. Four columns to support the vast room above them. Moira ran around the room, roughly placing each cylinder underneath as Syed stumbled weakly after her. She wasn't particular about how neat her placement was. As long as it was right by it's target, that was enough. And when that was done they both returned back to the rubble, Syed cringing a little by how [i]bloody[/i] it was. Please let them be okay up there. He wished he had some way of telling them his plan, but in doing so he'd give the game away to Heather and Bart. He had to trust they'd be fine, but he muttered a silent prayer anyway. He then turned to Moira, the pair of them exchanging silent looks. Moira wore her usual disgruntled fury on her face, while Syed trembled in a sort of terrified determination. They were in agreement. They'd never let the three still above be alone with a pair of arseholes like those two. However it was only when Moira gave Syed a rough reassuring pat on the back (to which Syed barely suppressed a yelp of pain) when he finally spoke. "You'd best get down. I... you know." He closed his eyes and breathed. He could hear a scuffle going on up there, although right now he needed to focus. Not pay any attention to that, or to the painful memory which loomed in his mind. Focus. You're getting better at it, when you're not getting crushed to death anyway. Focus. He trembled and shook, and it took him a good moment to get a hold of himself. When he opened his eyes again, they shone a brilliant, bright yellow. His body may be worse for wear, but luckily the fall hadn't done any damage to his mind. Electricity began to swarm his body, starting at his feet and travelling upwards. It whipped at his torn short sleeved shirt, tugged at his sodden hair, little pieces of metal lifting around him. His arms and hands moved in fluid, precise movements, the electricity leaving a brilliant trail in his wake. If anyone were paying attention to the chasm in the floor above, they may have seen the faint light beginning to flicker and brighten within. A certain metalurgist may have even felt an increase of electricity in the air. But back in the basement, Moira just remained crouched with gritted teeth and held on tightly to Syed's belt, ready to pull him down as soon as she needed to. Focus. Breathe. He was [i]not[/i] leaving this place without everyone. It wasn't an option. Even if it did make him a criminal. Unless he got killed, which was still a very real possibility what with oh he was thinking about it too much again. He fired. --- The main hall suddenly jolted as a loud, ear-piercing boom shook it right from it's very foundations. Flames leapt up out of the chasm as a massive web of cracks raced across the floor. It was as if hell had opened up directly below them, intent on swallowing the room whole. The inferno only lasted for a couple of seconds at most though, before dying back down. The roar of flames was instead replaced by the creaking and crackling of... Quite suddenly, the whole floor gave away, dropping both friend and foe right into the basement below in a hail of rubble and debris. Thick dust billowed out in all directions, illuminated orange by the patches of flame still scattered across the room. As the dust began to thin and settle, a shillouette became visible, backlighted with a firey red. An overweight woman in a torn up summer dress, her hands on her hips as she rested a foot on a piece of rubble. And as it cleared some more her cold grey eyes came into focus, burning in fury. "WE AIN'T DEAD YET MOTHERFUCKERS!" Moira bellowed, her hair whipping a little from the heat currents. Covered in blood, battered and bruised, she was the very picture of [i]fury[/i]. "Is everyone okay?!" Syed shouted after her, his voice raspy and hoarse as his eyes desperately peered through the thick air with worry. Unlike his partner he still remained crouched down, although large arcs of residual electricity still discharged from his body. He relaxed his arms from their position crossed across his chest, the small electrical shield dissipating from above Amy as the least agile of the three. Please let them all be okay. Please be okay. Please...! "The man's a weight manipulator, don't let him hit you!" he coughed, beginning to heave himself up and as much as his body screamed against it. He strained his gaze for either of their opponents. Now was their chance! "Well, it ain't a sword..." Moira bent down and picked up a large, solid looking metal pipe. She swept it to one side, dust swirling in it's wake. Setting both feet apart, she held the pipe at around eye level just to one side, ready to strike at a split-second's notice. "...But come and get some!"