Secret Blossom Ball Event Finished

@Ariana Walker | @Janet Jackson
Mentions | River Dewlight

May was really mad at mostly the world. What were people doing? And what was she doing? She had hurt someone that hadn't done anything to her. But yes, he had distracted her patient, and she had runned away to tackle him. Of course, her burns would be much more grave with her on the floor! She could even get infected! Well, maybe infected of anger that is. Who would wand to stand up and tackle someone (probably bigger than herself) and injured! May didn't seem to find a answer to this question. Probably anger, it was.

May didn't want to just stand there and look at the people burned, and at the mosps standing everywhere. She had a plan. Or did she? Well, no,,she didn't. The only stupid plan she had is to see her friend Janet Jackson and Ariana Walker, and see that the Gryffindor (Janet) was hitting a mosp with something May couldn't make up. But that was not the point. She had to go help out her friends. She couldn't bear see her friend in problems. But she saw that they were more than better without her. Well, more than better in this Quiddich Pitch state.

She decided to go and ask anyways. <<Are you guys alright? Y~you need my help?>> she asked. Why, she didn't know what to do. Was she important? No she wasn't. The important people were the burned, not the ones in distress and panick. Like she felt inside.

<<I~is Ari alright? Sh-should I call someone else?>>

She looked at her friends state, and Janet was...hurt? May didn't dare see. But she knew she didn't feel alright. At least May knew it when a friend wasn't ok. And Janet wasn't.

<<you want to rest or what? Do you know the Extingushing spell?>> May said, her hands shaking. She herself, didn't know Extinguo, but she knew Verdimillious. That could help with the bugs. Tho she wanted to help terribly, she didn't know what to do.

Action
Trying to help and going with Ariana and Janet

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Interacting With: N/A
Mentioning: @Ruka Tân @Aaron Jones @Lydia Cooper

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[font=Segoe Print]The universe retaliated against the Captain’s efforts just as he’d anticipated. Cold, hard, and unforgivingly.

It was funny, he couldn’t even remember what was going on anymore, what with the spells flying through the spring air, mosps ominously buzzing about the pitch, the hot orange fire eating away at the bag he was so errantly guarding. He couldn’t even feel pain anymore, strangely enough, or whether or not the aim of his adversaries was true. All he could really feel was the numbness in his chest, a dull sort of feeling spreading throughout his veins like ice as he idly gazed forward, trying to make heads or tails of what was going on. Was he protecting the bag anymore? Was he even awake? He was hurting, that was for damn sure, now that his senses had returned to him – a horrible headache had taken control of his livelihood, leaving him dizzy, discombobulated, confused, his hands shaking in the slightest as he tucked them into his pockets, forgetting for a quick moment what he was intending to do. What was he even doing anymore? Where was he? What was going on?

“…help out your girlfriend over… leaving her to tackle… wasps by herself…”

The words came in spurts of sound, sneaking into his ears between the pounding of his heartrate and washing over his brain like a gentle wave of relief, albeit a cold, startling one. Yes, he was at the ball, where everything was fucking damned to fire. Should he even be awake, coherently absorbing the information on his feet with two open eyes, he would soon have a moment to properly consider the words of Ruka Tan, his old punching bag and drowning buddy – Lydia was in danger? The boy’s eyes, gaze weak and wavering, would survey his surroundings for the winged demons trying to hurt his friend, meeting an assortment of people and creatures. Surely enough, there she was, holding a music stand? Wasn’t Aaron supposed to be protecting her? A quick double take of his surroundings quickly cleared up his confusion – surprise surprise, her boyfriend had ditched her. The very sight of the Huffle Demon walking up to the Captain, waving around his stick of doom around in the boy’s face and barking orders, sent the child’s anger spiking in a moment – no, that wouldn’t do. However, it wasn’t the time for revenge. He felt his hands twitching, jaw tightening as his gaze locked on to the Angel Girl once again. Lydia was in danger. The monster within him could try to stop him, but it wouldn’t be any good. He’d made up his mind, the bag could wait. May it burn in hell, eliminating the danger its existence warranted.

It was a shame, that things were ending like this. Well, if the curtain’s close was near, then he’d better make one hell of an exit.

His feet began moving, his steps erratic as he pushed past the Huffle Demon that had invaded his train of thought, one staggering foot in front of the other. Whether it was Vladimir’s beating, or the sight of the fires, or the emotional turmoil the child now faced, he felt weak, sleepy, strength suddenly and unexpectedly waning. But that didn’t matter. He made sure his hood was pulled up, his eyes shaded from the discombobulating and strobing shades of disharmony around him as he began sprinting at his target. The fucking mosp would never forget what a human was like, he’d make sure of it. [/font]

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Revised Action • Attacking Mosp #14 with his fists

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OOC • Post was cruddy, sorry everyone~

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Entering thread from the castle. The post is based off last mod post

He was running; running as fast as his legs would carry him as he made his way down to the pitch. On his way he passed by the ladies and called out, "I'll meet you two there!" He knew that he should wait for them but they were right behind him and if he could start helping the students who were most likely hurt by the Mosps, then he would do so. Reaching the field, Artemis stopped and inhaled sharply.

Fire. Nothing but fire and chaos surrounded the field with a few prone students. What the hell was going on here? How the hell did a group of students manage to get into so much trouble in such a short time? The screams were deafening; the pain-filled ones and the fighting ones. He had to give the students trying to ward off these Mosps some credit. A handful of them was holding their own. He looked up at the stands but could barely see into them as there was a fog filling the area where the students were. However, Artemis could see slight flashes of lights from spells being shot through the air and he figured the children were alright for now. He would tend to those in the stands once he managed to help out a bit on the main field. Turning back to the firey chaos, Artemis moved closer to the middle of the area. He saw three of his students coming his way. Unfortunately, one stopped. He had a table leg in his hand and turned around and threw it at a flying Mosps heading toward one of the Slytherin boys. Artemis shook his head. "What the hell is that boy thinking?" he gritted his teeth as he made to move in the direction of @Wyatt Starkey but then he stopped as he approached the two students Wyatt was with.

He noticed them immediately: one Ravenclaw boy named @Vincent d'Arque who seemed to come from a very aristocratic family and one of his Slytherins, @Santario Martin. The girl was in bad shape; pale and bleeding profusely from a chest wound. Artemis wanted to take the girl from the boy but he seemed to be capable of carrying her. Instead, Artemis dropped the broom he forgot he was carrying at their feet gently and gave them the option. "Take the broom and Miss Martin and fly back to the castle as fast as you can. Stay there and do not return to this field, Mr. d'Arque. You should hopefully find Mr. @Piérre Marchonné waiting near the Entrance Hall to help any of the wounded...if he stayed and heeded my orders." If the duo took him up on his offer, they would hopefully and successfully fly away back to the castle.

Artemis would pause and look around again. There was so much to do and so little time to do it in. He then saw something that made his mind spring into action on what to do first. It would be hard to imagine that this child would still be alive after literally laying down and burning alive, but Artemis would have to try his very best to save the lad. Rushing forward, Artemis would see that the boy had a girl nearby saving him from any more damage and the man nodded at the girl. "I will send a cot your way and help you with him if no one else does. Stay safe and continue to extinguish those flames if they get too close."

Artemis would, regretfully, leave the girl and the unconscious boy alone and run back into the thick smoke. He heard the buzzing above him and saw two students trying to run toward the front of the dance floor with two mosps chasing after them. It was hard to see through the smoke but he could see the two tiny students and aimed his wand at the mosp (14) ready to take it out to help those kids as best as he could. He would have to leave the fire to the students and to his partners.

The others will survive until Cypress and Kateri arrived.

Action: Casting Bombarda on Mosp (14)

Mentioning @Cypresse Lian @Kateri Karr @Wyatt Starkey @Victor Moore @Aaron Jones @Lydia Cooper

Interacting with @Santario Martin @Vincent d'Arque

Stats: Stamina: 12 / Strength: 6 /Evasion: 8 / Wisdom: 20 / Arcane Power: 12 / Accuracy:12

Never had Kateri expected this from a Hogwarts event. Regardless of the things she had heard, whispers or gossip that she mostly assumed had been amplified by the schools reputation. Smoke appeared to be rising from within the pitch the closer the trio came, thick curls blanketing the sky. Sliding her wand from the holster on her hip, Kat rushed alongside Cy not wanting to leave the young woman behind. "Just a little closer. I can't see anything yet..." Squinting into the darkness she cursed under her breath. If she were able she would have used her other set of eyes, but it would have meant leaving her friend to fend for herself as the three professors made their way to the Quidditch pitch. Artemis had taken off ahead of them after calling out to them. Kat gave a quick nod and reached out to Cy, taking her hand to continue leading her away from the castle and towards the chaos. "There's so much smoke... Lian, it might be a large fire but there has to be something else going on with all the yelling."

As they closed up to rank with their colleague, Kat stopped abruptly and tightened her grip on Cypresse's hand. "The students... they're fighting off something.," Smoke already was coiling around her lungs and stinging her brown eyes. Artemis was already into the fray before Kat could call out to him, a buzzing distracting her. The entrance was already burning all around her, flames eating at the grounds and whatever it could get its fiery tendrils on. Including students. "There's fire all over the pitch," Kat continued to quickly describe all that she could see to her friend, giving direction to various students nearby who were fighting, "Mosps, I can't tell how many." Beyond the smoke it was hard to gauge just how many creatures were out there, though from the flashes of spells flying and yelling, Kat could only assume it had to be more than a handful.

So, so much fire. Kat slid her hand from Cy's and stood next to her in case she needed to maneuver the young woman in any which direction. "Vernatis is already ahead of us." She remarked and turned to see a number of brooms still on either side of the entrance. "Brooms on our sides, some of the students can use them to escape." Trying to take note of whatever the Transfiguration professor might find useful. First things first. The flames.

"Extinguo!" Turning to her right where some students still stood appearing in shock, Kateri directed her wand towards a wall of fire eating away at tables, the ground and whatever else it was deciding would be a tasty treat. If they could lessen the fires and smoke would die down, some of the students could escape and they could get a better handle on the situation. As much as she had considered all the wide array of ideas of detentions she could hand out one by one, seeing the amount of chaos first hand, the student's safety became a quick priority. Detentions might have to wait...

Action: Extinguo towards the right of the entrance at fire covering the ground where a student had been rolling around on fire prior.
Stats: Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 11 | Strength: 9 |
Wisdom: 20 | Arcane Power: 10 | Accuracy: 12 |

Permission to God-mod her character given by @Santario Martin

Vincent watched Wyatt run off towards the boy laying against the toppled table and saw the bug being hit by the broken table leg. “That as a pretty good throw.” Vincent thought as he tried to walk on while also keeping an eye on Wyatt, who was now under attack of the creature. The collision with the table leg had obviously hurt it, injured even perhaps, Vincent couldn’t see clearly through the thick smoke, but that didn’t stop it from coming after its attacker. He then heard Wyatt attack the bug with another spell, causing it to squeak in pain and fall from the sky and crash rather heavily on the floor. The next spell that hit it, made it move in a very peculiar way, its legs and proboscides flailing wildly around like branches in an autumn storm. Seeing Wyatt seemed to be in control – sort of – Vincent decided to fully focus on getting Santario and him safely out. He admired the courage and selflessness of his, hopefully, new friend. Once this was over he should look him up.

Fortunately the added weight of the camera bag wasn’t a problem for Vincent as it wasn’t overly heavy. Especially since Santario had stopped wriggling about in his arms now that she had her bag back in her possession he should be able to make some progress. Nevertheless, despite indeed making some progress now, the painstakingly slow and careful tread he had to maintain in order to cause as little sudden moves as possible still left them in grave danger for much longer than he wanted. Each step took them closer to safety, but each step also held the risk of hurting Santario even more or, Vincent couldn’t decide which was worse, attract the attention of one of creatures in the now somewhat diminished swarm of bugs. Suddenly Vincent consciously noticed a swinging movement to his right that, as he realized now, had occurred every time he took a step. He risked a gaze and noticed it was Santario’s wand that she still held clutched in her free hand.

Vincent looked at Santario who had her eyes closed and looked like she was slipping in and out of consciousness. He hoped that was only his imagination and that is was not a sign of her deteriorating. He lowered his head closer to her. “Santario.” He whispered in her ear. “Try to stay with me please.” Then he got an idea. “Do you think you’re capable of casting anymore spells?” he asked her, trying to smile reassuringly. “We just lost our bodyguard and my hands are pretty much otherwise engaged, so I really cannot defend us.” He kept walking as he awaited her reply, his eyes darting from his goal – the exit - to his surroundings and back, on his guard and prepared to dodge any hostile movement coming his way. Knowing evading any attack would be difficult with Santario in his arms, he hoped she was strong and alert enough to assist him with her spells. Before she could reply however, a shady silhouette emerged from the smoke right in front of them, coming their way rapidly.

Initially alarmed, the approaching silhouette causing a flash of a memory to briefly run rampant through his mind, Vincent braced himself and prepared to dodge from whatever was heading their way. However, the second he recognized the silhouette he relaxed. It was a human, judging by the size an adult, so no need to jump out of the way. On the contrary, an adult meant it was probably a professor and that would mean safety. Vincent sighed in relief as the silhouette approached. He recognized the person, it indeed was one of the professors, Vincent remembered his name was Vernatis. Vincent felt rather than saw the professor scrutinizing him and Santario and for a moment it seemed he considered taking Santario from his arms. However, for some reason he decided against that. Vincent saw the professor carefully drop his broom right in front of his feet instead, addressing him at the same time.

"Take the broom and Miss Martin and fly back to the castle as fast as you can. Stay there and do not return to this field, Mr. d'Arque. You should hopefully find Mr. @Piérre Marchonné waiting near the Entrance Hall to help any of the wounded...if he stayed and heeded my orders."

With that the conversation, or rather the monologue had ended. Vincent saw professor Vernatis scanning the surroundings to, as Vincent assumed, assess the situation and figure out where his help was needed most. He watched the professor run off to a boy that was surrounded by flames and seemed to have been burned rather extensively and then looked to the broom on the floor. “Thank you professor.” Vincent absentmindedly muttered. If he could somehow figure out a way to strap Santario to the broom, securing her from falling off while flying while also providing him with the necessary room to be able to fly and, of equal importance, steer the thing that would most certainly be their best bet to get out safe. He looked around, but didn’t see anything he could use. Then he saw the camera bag. Santario’s gear must be quite extensive, judging by the size of the bag, and that might provide the solution to this problem and, eventually, be their salvation.

Vincent looked Santario in the eyes. “I’m not sure if you heard the professor, Santario, or even me right now, but thanks to the professor I think I have found a way to get us out of here fast. It might hurt a bit more though.” He started. “He left his broom for us to use. I’m going to put you on it Amazon style and I’ll sit close behind you. It might be a bit awkward and definitely uncomfortable, not to mention shaky when flying at best, but I don’t think we are in any position to have any demands” Vincent took a second to softly smile to the girl before he continued. “I’ll use the shoulder strap of your camera bag to strap the two of us together so if you have problems staying upright I’ll be your counter weight preventing you from falling off.”

With that said, Vincent walked to a nearby chair, gently put the girl on it, making sure she was secure and grabbed the broom. He then untied one of the sides of the camera bag’s strap, wrapped it around Santario’s and his waist and tied it back on the bag Santario still held in her lap. It was a tight fit, but that was only a minor inconvenience given the circumstances. Vincent then positioned himself on the broom as best as he could. He carefully helped Santario get up, an action that made her flinch regardless, and made sure she was secure on the broom stick. “Sorry Santario, I have no choice.” He whispered as he took the wand from her free hand and put it in the camera bag. He addressed her once again. “If you can, grab the broomstick for extra security and balance.” He looked at the girl as he waited for her to grab it.

She was very pale, probably a combination of stress, weakness and blood loss and he noticed the wound in her chest was still bleeding. Not as profusely as before, but still. Vincent hoped it was because the bleeding had actually lessened, but it could also be because of a lack of blood altogether. Her clothes were, or at least seemed, pretty much soaked, she must have lost a considerable amount of blood. The view send a shock through Vincent’s body. He realized there was no time to waste. He helped Santario get hold of the broomstick, wrapped one arm around her waist and grabbed the broomstick himself with his other hand. He wasn’t a bad pilot, but he certainly wasn’t Quidditch material either and he didn’t really feel confident about this.

Nevertheless, realizing this now probably had turned into a matter of life and death for Santario, he committed without hesitation. He attempted to fly off as fast as he dared given the darkness, the smoke curtain and the precarious position of him and, more important, his passenger.

Action: Attempting to leave the Quidditch pitch by broom with @Santario Martin[/mention]

Reducio

Open to interactions

Alexis’s eyes dart around the pitch in terror as her brain registered what’s happened around her. A girl tossed the decoration flower into the air, narrowly missed the mosp but it distracted the mosp from her and the group. To her horror the mosp seemed to has its eyes on another target and made a beeline towards the exit. She felt relieved and sorry to whoever the mosp was following.

The insane redhead has already ran off towards another danger, Alexis wondered if that girl was going to make it through this unfortunate night or not. She watched as the girl grabbed burning flowers and dunked them in a goblet, successfully put out the fire. At least that was not a total disaster.

Thin layer of smoke spreading throughout the quidditch pitch was clouding her vision and making her uncomfortable as she tried not to inhale the smoke but it was unavoidable. She winced as she eyes landed on the table and flowers that has caught fire, cursing herself for not paying attention to the extinguishing spell, she felt slightly useless before scolded herself, No! No time for that sort of thoughts.

She was pulled back to the real world as another redhead asked if she wanted to go get those brooms now. “Yeah, that’s a good idea... but what about your friend?” she turned her head to the girl that had ran off, playing a hero. She turned back to others, checking for anymore injuries. They looked alright. As alright as anyone can be here. Right now, her sole purpose was making through this night unharmed, if that’s possible.

As she followed the redhead towards to broom stash, she knew nothing about these people, not even their names. If we are going through this night together, we, at least, might as well know each other’s name. “I’m Alexis, by the way.” She stated, not caring if any wanted to know. “You guys have names, yes? ” she asked calmly, her face betrayed no emotion, despite what’s happening around her. No use freaking out since everyone has done that already, right?

Action : walking towards the broom stash.
Ability: Perfectionist

Interacting with: Reducio @River Dewlight @Elsian Cox @Logan Baird

Mentioning: Reducio @Katrina Walker

@Artemis Vernatis, @Kateri Karr

Holding onto her companion's hand, the first thing Cy noticed was the buzzing, then the smell of smoke. Clearly, the pitch was in chaos. And, damned to hell as she might be, she couldn't help but grin a little - chaos, after all, was where she belonged. It was like she had her sight back again, foggy shapes telling her where everything was. She didn't have her blindfold on tonight - her visceral sight might give her a chance to duck before her conscious brain reacted - but she squeezed her eyes shut tight, taking a few deep breaths as she focused on the sensations around her.

Buzzing. Loud, angry buzzing, darting around fast, coming from multiple places. Kids trying to defend themselves, the glinting whooshes of spells aimed toward the buzzing. The crackle of fire, heat that tickled her skin even from all the way over here - she could feel it warming her. Smoke in the air, either from a smokescreen or from the flames, she didn't know. And people screaming - clearly few had been left unscathed. No time to lose.

"Eleven mosps," she supplied, eyes still closed as she counted. "There's one up there (#23) just hanging around. And—one's (21) chasing someone right up ahead." People were hurt, too, snippets of conversation she picked up from around her, but there were so many things happening at once. She needed to take a breath... decide what needed to be done first.

Fire. Fire was useful, but it almost never ended well. Young ones liked fire. Fire made them feel powerful, the roaring flames that burned down everything in their path. But fire made by the only spell they knew at the time could not be controlled. She could almost guarantee this was a result of an incendio... either that or someone really wasn't very careful with the candles.

She already heard her colleagues casting Extinguishing Spells from around her. Good - they needed them. But the spell she had decided to use wasn't extinguo. It brought back memories from years ago, in a situation very similar yet quite different from this one. With her trademark three-fingered hold, like how one would hold a calligraphy brush, her wand moved, and she muttered an incantation under her breath, aiming for the fire crackling across the tables - a little to the side of where she heard Miss KK aim her spell, so that they didn't overlap.

Transfiguration had always been her passion, and the way she saw it, the best way to win a duel and have fun while doing it. You could shoot curses and jinxes at each other all you wanted, but there was, in her opinion, no better way to duel an opponent than to warp the reality around them. Dueling with Transfiguration had something of a puzzle-like quality to it, a need for quick thinking and resourcefulness.

This was one of those times, for in her mind she imagined a great snake, fiery and bright white, smooth scales snapping across its hide like the crackling of the fire she heard, tongue writhing like the flames she remembered from a long time ago. Burning, clear eyes like the heat of white-hot embers that had seared her fingers once when she wasn't paying attention, sharp fangs like the tip of a knife against her pricked finger that dripped venom as hot as the sun. There were many other ways to envision things than imagining what they looked like.

action • cast fire to snake spell on the burning flowers/table next to but not overlapping kateri's spell into g i a n t s n e k

stats • 7 stam • 12 eva • 4 str • 20 wis • 13 arc • 14 acc

abilities • perfectionist i • perfectionist ii • spell spread • blindvision • nonverbal magic • wandless magic

Interacting with @Lizzie Verdine, Mosp #7
Mentioning @Mildred Wilson

It took a little bit, but the girl seemed to finally understand what Crystal was trying to communicate. She figured out she knew what she meant when she looked at the chair near her and gasped, understanding flashing across her face. Crystal smiled wide when she noticed that, even though it was dangerous. She had a plan, a plan that will do a good amount of damage to the thing if it worked, and a partner in crime. She saw the girl open her mouth and yell at the mosp “Hey! You shoudn’t go around hurting students.” The girl grabbed her chair and held it over her head. Crystal noticed she was already going in for a hit and grabbed her own chair, rushing over to the mosp. She saw that she was hesitating, which made Crystal worry. Hesitation in a time like this could be deadly, but to her relief she saw that she began to swing at the mosp. Following suit, crystal used her momentum from running at the mosp to swing the chair with as much force as possible. Unlike the other girl, she kept her eyes open and focused. Hopefully this would hit, and hopefully it would do enough damage to the thing so that they could easily get Mildred to safety.

Action: Attempting to hit Mosp #7 with a chair

Atlas watched as the mosp dove and darted about just above she and Ethen's heads as she tried to figure out its next plan of attack but as she tried to lunge out of the way, the mosp took a quick turn and stabbed her with both it's stingers in her chest.

Her chest immediately started seizing as she felt the venom coursing under her skin, looking down to see her blood seeping through and staining the front of her dress. Letting out an anguished heave of agony, Atlas grabbed her chest as she tried to slow her breathing to no avail. Closing her eyes she didn't want to wait around for the mosp to take another crack at her as she turned to Ethen grabbing his arm tightly.

"Let's go now!" She yelled pulling him into momentum before she removed her grip. As she walked away from the snack table her eyes widened as she realized they had been so hyper-focused on the mosp they had been blind to the ensuing chaos everywhere else. There was a smoke screen on the field, people fighting on the dance floor, students screaming and running about and fires erupting.

Eyes widening, Atlas stopped for a moment as she tried to figure out where to go or who to help. Out of the corner of her eye, Atlas spotted her fellow planners, Aaron and Lydia running towards the fire as she nodded sharply breathing as she made sure Ethen was with her before taking off across the field to her friends.

She could make out a few professors making their way to the field as she puffed out her cheeks, snaking between students and mosps to try and stay out of their eyesight. With the searing pain in her chest, she had briefly considered taking one of the school brooms and shooting back to school to avoid detention but she had never been one to back down from a difficult situation as she hoped putting out the flames would lesser her detention sentence.

Catching the end of Aaron's sentence about the whole pitch going up in flames had Atlas horrified. She had just been added to the team this year and it wouldn't do her any favors with her teammates to have the pitch burnt to a crisp.

"I'm--here." Atlas called out through labored breathing as she watched Lydia attacking one of the mosps with a music stand proud of the unconventional attack method. Atlas rolled her wand in her fingertips before aiming it at the flames to the right of where Aaron had cast his charm. "Extinguo!" She called out using her free hand to hold her chest as she cast her charm.

Ethen tensed each time the mosp looked as though it was going to strike, ready to dive out of the way at a moment's notice. Peering around the field, Ethen took note of the absolute pandemonium unfolding around them. A fire billowed smoke and the mosps seemed to be terrorizing the field all over. But Ethen quickly reoriented his focus on the mosp still attacking he and Atlas. As it swooped for an attack, he quickly scrambled out of the way towards the nearby round tables but it focus had been his companion.

"Atlas!" Ethen called out hearing her groan with sudden agony. Before Ethen could make the creature pay for hurting the girl it was back at a distance. His concern only grew as he saw blood crawling down Atlas' dress. "You picked the wrong girl to poke with you butt," Ethen growled grabbing one of the nearby chairs tucked beside the table as a weapon. And restraint he had to not hurt the creature had immediately gone away as he watched his injured friend. But before he could spring into the air to destroy the mosp, he felt his wrist suddenly grabbed.

Begrudgingly, Ethen nodded his understanding as Atlas ordered the retreat. Still holding the chair, Ethen sprinted after Atlas cursing himself for not knowing any spells that would really help out. He could light things on fire but that seemed like it would only cause more chaos in the already chaotic field. Arriving near a pair of the other organizers, Ethen could see one battling its own pair of mosps. "Ill cover you Atlas!" Ethen said focusing his gaze on one of the mosps as Atlas began casting spells to control the fire.

Running towards one of the mosps engaged with Lydia, Ethen hoisted the chair over his head ready to smack the bug out of the air as he charged forward.

Actions: Trying to hit Mosp 14 with a chair in valiant fashion