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[i]"Knock him out for me, sugar." [/i]

The words bounced around inside his head. They didn't sound right, but Mordie had spoken those words herself, so they had to be...

Lucien froze in place. None of this was right. He was here for a reason...but that reason, it escaped him, flitted out of reach. "W-Why are we here, Lisette?" He found himself mumbling. However, Mordie simply placed a hand on his shoulder and most of his doubts flew out the window. They were here to protect Mordie from a bunch of brutes.

[b]“The friends I knew, the Guilders I knew, would be with me in finding and rescuing them. Because that’s what we do. I’m not leaving, and if that means you’re going to kill me then just do it already!”[/b]

They were this man's friends? He looked to Lisette then back to Mordie before his eyes locked on Dylan. This man was obviously trying to trick him, so he could get to Mordie. Lucien marched forwards with fists clenched and gritted his teeth. All these things about missing women and guilders, they couldn't be true! Mordie wouldn't lie to him or Lisette, would she. His head began to pound. Everything seemed like one big contradiction. Everything Mordie was telling them to do felt noble and right yet deep inside something told him this was wrong, that this wasn't why they were here.

He grabbed Dylan by the colar of his dress and pulled the man close. "Stop spewing lies, yeah? We're sick and tired of this BS." His voice quavered just before he could finish. The summoner felt a pang of hesitation but Mordie simply had to egg him on. Lucien's grip tightened and he pushed Dylan back into the nearest wall and pulled back a fist. It shook, and for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to knock the matter artist out. "I-I can't do it." Flashes of Weir, Vandrell, and cheery smiles came rushing back. 

Lucien dropped his fist, but he didn't let go. "I...I can't."

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If she could just get a hold of the gun...!

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him. Suddenly, Heather released the gun and Xan who had been tugging, staggered back, the weapon now in her hands. She spun around in an attempt to retaliate but was not fast enough. Bart's fist caught her in the stomach and the next thing she knew she was on the ground, on the opposite side of the room. The room was spinning and everything was hurting. Breathing hurt, attempting to get up hurt, and she felt like she wanted to throw up. 

Xan let out a few hacking coughs before curling up on the ground. How had Moira and Syed gotten back up so many times? 

[b]"Fire!"[/b]

What? She pushed herself to her knees arms shaking beneath her own weight. Had she bruised a rib? She couldn't really tell, everything just hurt.

The metallurgist let out a couple more coughs before pushing herself onto wobbly knees, but before she could steady herself the ground shook and she looked up just in time to see a bright flash. Suddenly, they were falling. There was the sound of falling debris, then contact with the floor. The girl let out a hiss, that was enough action for one day.

Familiar voices announced their presence, and Xan cracked open an eye. Through the dust she could see their outlines. Moira and Syed, they were okay.

She pushed herself up onto wobbly knees...it seemed things weren't over yet.