Phillis Circus: Big Top: Performance Ring“Xandra… no!” Estelle looked up in horror as Xandra’s body was wrenched out of her control once more, the metallurgist’s face consumed with fear and horror as her short-lived freedom was stolen away from her again. Her body moved forwards despite her will, charging once again at Estelle with the intention to hurt, and Xandra screamed.
Her fists swiped out at Estelle, one followed by the other. Slows, easily read strikes that Estelle could effortlessly dodge and avoid, backstepping as she did to avoid Xandra’s lunges. Little realising that such obvious, poor attacks was actually a feint… for Vance’s next, twisted attack.
Lulling Estelle into a false sense of confidence, Xandra’s body suddenly picked up speed, moving at her full power. Estelle was taken aback by how quickly Xandra was upon her, and then cried out loudly as Xandra swung her fist once again.
This time straight at Estelle’s fireblade.
Xandra screamed as the sharp blade dug into her prosthetic, cleaving off a sizeable chunk of it from the top. Her screams continued on, and on, and on, as tears drained from her eyes, the pain ricocheting throughout her entire body absolutely unbearable. She wanted to collapse to the ground, to nurse and cradle her injured arm and get as far away from here as she could, but she wasn’t able. Vance’s control of her body was all consuming, a mere puppet playing upon his strings, forced to stand up despite the engulfing pain.
Estelle wept for her friend.
“Xandra… I’m sorry…!” Estelle quickly embraced her friend, and then left, turning to run as fast as she could towards Vance, her fireblade igniting with unparalleled heat. The quickest and best way to save her friend was to take this animal out now!
“Tam…mie…” Max groaned, shifting his body, gripping the boundary of the performance’s ring to help lift himself back up to his feet, even as his girlfriend gripped him with her arms and tried to force him to sit back down.
“No, Max, no!” Tammie scolded. “You’re hurt! You just sit down, okay? Sit back down, please…” A small tear started to well up within Tammie’s eyes, quickly wiped away however, and replaced with a determined resolve. She looked back towards Moira and Syed, glaring at them. “I’ll make the guys who hurt you pay!”
With that, Tammie left Max’s side, taking a few steps forward to face both Moira and Syed, the latter having helped Baltimore up to her feet. He wanted to chase after her and stop her from running away and into danger, but she was already gone before he could do anything, his bond to Moira also forbidding him from chasing. He sighed with worry, turning around to face Tammie as the magician girl’s shout drew their attention. Tammie began shouting at the two guilders with great anger, pointing her finger towards them and making threat after threat about how much they’d regret doing what they did.
And from where he sat, Max watched it all with horror and guilt. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t just sit it, and let Tammie try and fight the duo themselves. He’d been up against them already, so he knew how tough they were. Tammie… his dear, sweet Tammie… she was going to get hurt. He couldn’t allow it.
And he still wasn’t out of the game just yet.
“Ere, missy, shut up,” Moira shot her middle finger up at Tammie. “Your idiot boyfriend over there started on us, not my fault he got hurt. You wanna try starting something, you’ll get hurt too. So shut up and… go… away…”
“…no way…” Syed agreed, and with that Tammie turned her head to follow their line of sight, at the man standing behind her, his feet glowing and pulsing with white hot heat. The human rocket charging himself one more time.
“You… stay away… from Tammie!” Max shouted, his body exploding outwards and flying towards Moira and Syed with greater speed and power then ever before
Phillis Circus: Big Top: Audience Seating“Trixie!” Lucien gasped in horror, as his sweet little saviour whom had been trying to rescue him from his bonds was sent flying away with a sickening hit from the beastial gorilla Olga, Lucien powerless to have done anything to help her bar watch. His face fell in horror as he saw Trixie slump amidst the chairs, before picking back up again in anger. He shakily forced himself to stand up.
“Hey, you!” He shouted at Olga, stopping the gorilla in her tracks, much to her confusion. “Yeah, you, ugly! I’m talking to you!” Lucien shouted. Hopefully he could keep the animal away from his friend. His arms were still bound together, with Trixie unable to fully free him moments before. But she had cut through enough of them. If he could squirm and move his body enough for just a little bit more, he’d be free…! “How about picking on someone your own size?”
Olga grew more irritated at Lucien’s noise, as opposed to any of the words he was saying. She doubled back, this time charging towards him, as Lucien struggled within the confines of his rope to desperately free himself in time. Just a little bit… more…!
Olga leapt in the air, her two fists curled behind her for an downward swinging, overhead punch. A second later, and her fists would have pounded Lucien into the ground. But before that could happen, a new form appeared in-between Olga and Lucien, catching the punch and stopping the gorilla in her tracks.
Lucien’s bear stared back at Olga, the gorilla’s eyes widening in realisation at whom she was seeing once again. A mixture of confusion and anger, as she struggled to pull herself free from his grip, to no avail. And then, Olga was sent reeling from a mighty blow to her face, skidding through the chairs and slamming into the tent’s wall.
