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Phillis Circus: Outside

“What the… agh!” Xandra screamed, a brilliant burst of red light shooting from within the smoke, dissipating a hole through it and streaking directly towards Xandra. She raised her arms to cover her face as she tried to dodge to the side, and then screamed as a burning pain graced her arm.

She stumbled and fell, collapsing to the ground in agony. With her fleshed hand she gripped her prosthetic, and gradually lowered her eyes down to it, as her body shuddered and shook with convulsions. There, smoking off from her arm with electrical sparks dancing along it, was a massive torn gash in the metal from where the beam had seared her. Even despite the fact the limb was a prosthetic, in order for her to be able to move and control it it needed to be connected to her central nervous system. To her nerves. And thus the pain was as real as on any other flesh and blood body.

Xandra bit down on her lip as she forced the encroaching tears back. She couldn’t give in or back down, not yet. Not when the others were counting on her. Her arm was a prosthetic – she could repair it later. The damage and pain wasn’t as serious as it would have been anywhere else on her, it was all simply in the mind. If she could control it, hold it back, then she could still fight. She needed to. She had to! Trixie and the others were counting on her!

“Nragh!” Xandra grunted, pushing herself back up onto her feet and running out of the way of another burning laserbeam from Lily’s brother. As she ran she tried to move her hand and fingers to assess the damage on her prosthetic. Luckily, they still worked… she could still fight. But it still hurt ever so badly… could she risk trying to use metallurgy on it in this state…?

And then without warning, a powerful strength gripped Xandra from behind and held her back. Her arm burned with pain again, and Xandra yelped. What was that?

“Now, now, shouldn’t run,” Poppy spoke from behind Xandra. “Otherwise you’l-” Poppy didn’t have the chance to finish her sentence as Xandra shot her head back, smacking Poppy in the nose. The acrobat loosened her hold for a second, and Xandra pulled free, still running, and trying to get as far away from the trio as she could.

She needed to find Trixie, and get the Pride’s weapons that she had dropped before and then find somewhere to hide – to make a plan. Because right now, they needed it.


Phillis Circus: Outside

Before a powerful burst of white hot light, Max surged forwards, speeding across the ground and rocketing back towards Moira and Syed after finishing his charge. As he approached, Moira and Syed both readied themselves for him, with Syed’s body sparking with yet another charge of electricity, his hands shooting out to hit him again. Max was aiming straight for them, so even if he was fast, hitting him this time should be simple…!

Electricity shot out of Syed’s fingertips, an arc of lightning shooting outwards… and hitting a tent in the nearby distance, after Max’s body suddenly disappeared from sight. Syed couldn’t believe it, stunned at how it was possible for him to suddenly do that, as the tent he’d hit sparked into flames.

“Focus, Sy!” Moira tapped her partner’s arm, and pointed to the sky. Max had suddenly shifted his body’s angle at the last second before Syed’s shot, propelling him vertically upwards, and was now turning for another fast powered sweep down at the pair. Syed started to charge his body up again, but before either could know it, Max smashed through the pair of them, grazing them on either side with the hit and knocking them down to the ground.

“Hoooooee, pardner, that was sure somethin’!!” Max yelled from over his shoulder as he shot back up into the sky again. “Where’d ya get that fancy light from? You a mage or somethin’?”

Max shot downwards again for another pass at them.




Phillis Circus: Big Top: Audience Seating

Inhuman howls deafened the chaotic din of fighting within.

Lucien's bear growled as his eyes turned a shade of blood red, the giant monster taking an earth shaking step forward as it sized up Lidya and Olga. His teeth and clawed paws sparkled in the tent's interior lighting's light, and both Lidya and Olga returned the same - growling and grunting as they parted from one another and began circling around the bear on either side.

An uneasy tension filled the room... a tension that was destined to end in blood. The only question was, who would make the first move?

Lidya shot forward, moving at an unbelieveable speed and leaping towards the pair, sharp fangs bore wide and ready to dig into Lucien's neck. The bear swung him paw out, suddenly grabbing Lidya by her own neck and spinning around to fling her towards one of the Big Top's exits. But no sooner had Lucien's bear accomplished such a feat then he was shouldertackled from behind by Olga, and then slammed into the ground from a heavy two handed to the back. Banging his chin on the solid ground, Lucien's bear struggled to rise back to his feet again. But such a task was impossible as Olga grabbed one of them, and doing exactly as Lucien had done to Lidya before, swung him around and threw him out of the Big Top's exit, skidding to the ground with a howl and crashing into a smaller tent outside.

Olga bounded out of the tent, rejoining Lidya who had rose to her feet again and stared at the bear wth hated venom.

Lucien's bear began to rise once more, and the chaotic screams of the audience outside grew a pitch higher.
Sorry for the extremely long posts >___________>;

Rex and Kathi just gave me great setups, I'm sorry <_____________<;

I'm still gonna crack out scenes for Max, Xandra and Lucien sometime later today but I promise they'll be shorter!

I'm just having a lot of fun >__________>;


Phillis Circus: Big Top: Tightrope

She was a cunning fighter, then. That, or just extraordinarily lucky?

Isabella had to admit that she was impressed. For a reckless nobody to be able to move and swing about on a tightrope like this without having already fallen off to their death was extremely impressive. Granted, she was in no way a pro about it, and was having extreme difficulty maintaining her ability to stay on it, but stay she was. It had taken Isabella months simply to be able to perfect standing up straight on the tightrope without falling off. Months of long, arduous and gruelling work ever since she first joined the Phillis Circus after its leader, the Ringmaster Guinevere had rescued her. Long months of work and stress, pain in which she strove to please and pay her friend back… but months which had paid off. And then the years afterwards, perfecting her ability, her mastery of it and her body, to do that which no other normal human could.

It was impressive to see Aria still manage to stay alive on the tightrope, alive and fight well enough to avoid Isabella’s many attempts to harm her.

But also extremely aggravating.

Isabella’s balance had been shaken and almost toppled once a powerful reverberation shuddered its way up through the two poles adjoining the tightrope together, with the rope swinging and swaying madly from it. A quick glance down, and seeing the body of Abram’s panda rest in a daze at the foot of one, made Isabella tighten her brow in greater annoyance and frustration, but she managed to remain stable. And so too, against all belief, did her opponent Aria – now standing back on the rope, precariously at first, before gaining confidence and with fans in hand - ready to fight.

Isabella couldn’t believe her mind. She had to have been going mad.

She sprang forwards, spinning her body around and swinging both of her held knives out. The Aria she fought ducked and tilted her head back in time to avoid Isabella’s knives, her feet backstepping up along the length of the rope without even needing to look. She swung one of her fans out, halting Isabella’s advance as the acrobat dodged it, then resuming her attack on her adversary.

As this battle continued, Aria – the real Aria – still suspended with her feet around the rope behind Isabella, tried her best to maintain both her illusion and cut the rope with her fan… the concentration producing a massive strain on her body. That, coupled with her injured shoulder…

She only needed a little bit more time, and then…

Close to one of the platforms now, Isabella crouched low in her fight against Aria’s doppelganger and swung out her legs, tripping out her foe and making her fall, screaming to the ground below. Everything was silent and still as she did, a unceremonious thud yielding the end to that fight. Looking down, at the still and prone body of her opponent from before, Isabella wasn’t sure what to do, or how to feel. Elation, perhaps, at having won against her troublesome foe. But guilt and pain too. Killing her had never been her actual intent. This… this was a mistake…

…but they had threatened to destroy everything she cared about. Her home, her family. Without the Phillis Circus, she had nothing. She had already lost everything precious to her once before, and she wouldn’t allow it to happen again.

Was this what Elisa had forewarned her about?

And then, a strange and unusual sensation. A realisation of something not being quite right. This feeling… things weren’t as they were supposed to be.

The rope beneath her legs, it didn’t feel right. Isabella’s eyes shot open in wild realisation, and she turned, racing to and jumping with a spin to the platform she was closest too, as the rope snapped from where Aria had been cutting through.


Phillis Circus: Big Top: Performance Ring

“PETRA! YOU HURT PETRA!!”

A massive fist swung down, smashing the ground where Crispin had been but a second ago. The pain from the brawler’s fire fist attack earlier seemed to have no effect on the large and mighty, muscular beast tamer Abram, who was lost in anger and rage at seeing what the tenacious little upstart had done to his precious panda. On and on, he lunged forwards, swiping his giant, powerful arms inches away from Crispin, who ducked and weaved and backtracked his way out of reach, feeling the wind generated by the shockwave from Abram’s punches hit against his cheeks, his baseball cap almost flying off.

“First you try burn circus! Then you harm little Isa! And now…!” Abram’s voice grew louder and louder, his shouts turning into as loud a roar as his lion Lidya. “Now Abram smash stupid boy!”

He charged forwards, racing towards Crispin like a stampeding bull. With a small shriek, Crispin darted to the side and just out of reach of the giant’s mammoth hands. As he did, he swung one of his enflamed fists out, jabbing Abram in the side as he spun back around and hopped to and fro on his feet again, his fists raised above his head. And he was gripped with yet more surprise at seeing Abram appear seemingly unaffected. The larger man skidded to a halt, and already turned back around to charge again. He ducked and weaved out of the beast tamer’s path once more, throwing another quick jab out to the man’s other side. Was this how it was going to be for the entirety of this fight or something?

Except Abram didn’t return the same type of attack. Instead, he stopped, bending over and lifting up a herculean sized platform for where the ringmaster would stand upon in the central performance ring in order to announce and address the crowd watching. The thing was huge and solidly built, having to have weighed an almost impossible amount… and Abram lifted it as if it was nothing.

And just as he had lifted it, he threw it like it was nothing as well – spinning like a giant discus and aimed directly at Crispin.



“Down!” Estelle screamed, racing in from the side and grabbing Crispin’s legs, dragging him into a slide underneath the spinning attack (which crashed into the far ringside wall with a rumbling afterquake) and to safety a short distance away. Estelle hopped up to her feet, one hand still holding onto the katana, the other offered to Crispin to help pull him up. “Don’t get carried away, you idiot!” Estelle swung and readied her sword in a new stance, looking towards their opponents – Abram was already beginning to lift up new weapons in which to hurl at them, whilst Tammie was racing around and to the side, her focus entirely centered on them.

And then there was the others – Aria, desperately fighting overhead on the tightrope against that vicious acrobat Isabella… and Lucien, in his bear form, having become lost in a bestial rage fighting against two of Abram’s pets… she desperately wanted to run to them and help them both, but how on Ddaear could she?
<3 Buns for using that song as Poppy's battle theme <3
O.o Kei

I hope everything gets better asap, cus that sounds... wow D:

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