Cirice's nervousness is a stark contrast against Veliky's stoic stance.

"This" she says with a gesture at the lone figure, "is Cheche. She's a siogai - a pixie. I met her during an expedition into the Mushroom Forest in Moonglade, where we became fr-... acquaintances."

Veliky decides to let that revelation hang for a moment as she considers the strangeness of the situation. The pixie seems utterly stupefied, as if she's been caught in the act of something. Veliky narrows her eyes, wondering; what could this semi-harmless fey have done to be placed in maximum security, let alone draw the attention of Incursions? Could it be that there's more to Cheche than meets the-

'Wait, no. Of course. Cheche *is* from another world. It's only natural that they'd try to capture her, especially since her origin was already noted in the previous report.' The realization comes a little late, shamefully even, to Veliky, who wonders why she hadn't considered it before. She can take comfort, at least, that the bots' existing protocols on interaction with sapients wouldn't lead them to hurt Cheche in any way. And, with Cheche being ever-so-slightly gullible, there probably wasn't a lot of resistance involved.

Still... She looks up at the barrier. This might be a hard mistake to rectify.

As Veliky ponders, Cirice looks at the little humanoid with a serious face, "Oh my goddess she's adorable! Hello! I'm Cirice nice to meet you!!" She breaks into a wide smile.

Cheche wipes her palms and dives in a clumsy curtsy: - Nice to meetcha, fair lady! Sparkles be your way!

Although Cirice already seems ready to shatter the barrier with her own hands to pull the little pixie into a hug, it's Veliky that steps forward, allowing the wall's cyan luminescence to shine close on her stone face. But she doesn't say anything to Cheche - not yet. Instead, she turns to her side and looks at the blank-faced Knight^[1] unit that stands guard beside the cage.

"Knight-04, query." The construct immediately chirps into attention, turning its head with a slow hisss to face her. "What are the contents of this cell?"

It responds in that familiar, monotonous drone. Though it remains a lifeless, soulless being, its demeanour is somewhat less disconcerting in this environment where there are many more disturbing sights to behold. "Mistress Veliky, report: this temporary containment cell currently houses Incursion #868: Cheche. It was captured on 03-01-15251. Would you like to see the full Incursion report?"

So she wasn't captured too long ago. That's good, at least. Veliky turns back to see Cheche through the azure haze.

"I'll look at it later." she last regards the construct. "It's been a while since we met in Moonglade, Cheche. Have you been keeping out of trouble?" She knows that the answer's probably 'no,' and probably elaborated upon with a synopsis of all the trouble that Cheche HAS gotten up to, but it's a valuable answer all the same. As well, though she wouldn't admit it, Veliky's never been great with pleasantries.

---

1. Knight-04

"Aye, aye, Cheche's been good! Has been meeting new friends, reading books, and traveling places. Have you been to Coldwood, eh? Such a chill place! We must go picnicking there one day!  Has been eating well too! Have you tried the new storm chocolate yet? Mind-bloooooooowing!" -  she was happily chittering away, skittering from topic to topic just like a butterfly. And quite as usual, when Cheche talked about food, she got very excited: being young and still growing she was hungry almost all the time. Not surprisingly, even a brief description of her life so far caused a good and well-audible rumbling in her tummy, which she tried to conceal with a little laughter.  She tried to change the topic. 

"Oh, but got kicked out of my ol'place by the crabs. They've been pinchy and ouchie! Crawling all over the garden, doing the crab walk on my pumpkins! Cheche made a fire to shoo them off, but they got smelly and stinky, and Cheche had to leave.  Lucky me for meeting some kind misters the other day. Gave me a job! And a place to stay! haha!" - she gestured showing her new room, feeling so proud and smug, as if she built the whole place solely by herself. She felt she was a strong woman. Self-made. There was no kind of trouble that would seriously sway her. But, hey what was she doing just standing there?
What kind of host she had been?
"Come on in, friends, come on in! Seat on a bed or cushions. Wanna tea? Fancy seeing you here, Veliky! Do you and miss Cirice, by any chance, work here too?" - she looked at them smiling, still surprised, but genuinely happy. It was always a pleasure to see Veliky, her old friend, as she referred to the latter. The time spent together could be brief, but the memories they shared were everlasting. Somehow, whenever they met some incredible thing would be sure to happen! And Veliky's friend seemed like such a nice person too! Cheche flattered herself being a good judge of character. She sensed some kind of kindred spirit in this slender fair girl with hair of pure silver. She'd bet Cirice liked pies and books just as much as Cheche herself! Something in Cheche stirred, she could feel an Adventure tiptoeing around the corner. And she was ready as she always had been.

“Veliky.” Cirice said with deadly seriousness, the blue of the rune reflecting off her eyes as she stares at the precious little pixie as she chitters on so happily, “I need to hold this sweet creature in my arms immediately.”

She wasn't sure how but she would shatter the glass between them if she had to, the adorable little friend needed to be free and she absolutely had to have tea with her, circumstances be damned.

That's basically what Veliky was expecting to hear, from both Cheche and Cirice. Luring Cheche in is exactly what Veliky would've done if she, for whatever reason, *wanted* to trap the pixie in a cage. And Cirice... well, everyone has a vice, and Cirice's vice is cute things. Veliky knows that much from experience.

So Cheche wants them to come in and have tea, and Cirice wants to hug Cheche. It seems like a solid-enough deal. Veliky isn't certain whether or not Cheche would want a hug from a near-complete stranger, but... recent events seem to imply hope. But, even if they both agree, there's a third party that isn't so compliant: the wall of enchanted glass between them.

"Right." she says somewhat dismissively. "Unfortunately, getting in or out of that cell won't be any easy task."

Pacing in the cyan glow, she gestures at the keyhole-rune that burns at the wall's centre. When one listens closely, they can hear a hum resonating from itt.

"These generic cages are designed to contain literally anything. Brute force can't break the walls, and nothing short of antimagic can deactivate the barrier. We didn't want them to be easily opened by employees, either; otherwise, a creature capable of mental influence could cause catastrophic damage. Hell, these cages aren't supposed to open at all until the Incursion can be moved to a proper containment chamber, so we make it as difficult as possible for it to be opened any other way. Generally speaking, the rune would only deactivate if something very bad had happened."

The rune disappears. One moment it was there, and then it simply faded from existence as Veliky spoke. Departing with it, the glow and the hum abandon, leaving them all in the dull-white light of the crystals above them, as well as a dreadfully awkward silence.

Veliky's eyes are wide. That was not part of the presentation.

"Ah, shi-"

Suddenly, all sense of equilibrium is violently ripped away as a devastating tremor rocks the facility! Veliky stumbles, banging her shoulder painfully into the glass. Tremendous vibrations can be heard and felt from deep below, as shelves in Cheche's room tip over and crash into the ground with their contents. In the ceiling, light-crystals shatter into pieces, leaving much of the room in darkness.

And then there's silence. The tremor, for a moment, has subsided. And Veliky, among nearly every other living person in the facility, is left bathing in dread - dread for that awful sound that they all know is coming at any moment.

CRASH! There it is. The shattering of glass, from somewhere in the facility. And then another, and another. And then come the screams.

It is often thought, and rightfully so, that Veliky is over-serious. Humourless, she seems to take everything based on its opportunity. But that perspective is woefully shifted at times like these, when a real seriousness fills her eyes. "We need to get to the Special Containment Sector. NOW!"

As if a violent convulsion of a wounded giant, a horrible force shook the whole room. The shelves, the acorns, the clams, and, most tragically, the much-loved porcelain cups she stole expropriated re-purposed throughout her journeys fell victim to the cause. Cheche, who was still sitting on the floor, curled up trying to protect her head from the chaos of falling objects.

And then deafening silence filled the place. Cheche cautiously opened one eye. Then another. Then slowly lowered her hands. She was about to ask what was going on, but the words stuck in her throat. A series of loud bangs, followed by blood-chilling screams neutered all her curiosity. It was actually somewhat..uncomfortable. Cheche felt how her gossamer wings started to tremble, as well as her hands and her feet. 'wh-what is it? Am I...am I sc-scared?' - a bewildering thought crossed her mind. As if in a trance, she tried to collect the remnants of her valuables, but they kept slipping through her fingers. Thankfully, the brisk commanding voice of her friend finally cut the silence and brought her back to her senses.



"We need to get to the Special Containment Sector. NOW!" - she said. And this statement required immediate action.



Cheche stood up as quickly as she could and approached the door. It didn't have any handle. Before it had been just a glowing transparent screen. This time, however, it looked quite dull. Unsure if it would do any good, she pushed the door lightly, and, to her surprise, it opened! Well, at least there was one problem less. They reunited with each other, but not quite as she had imagined. "Ouch!" - she suddenly cried out. Something didn't feel right: oh, one of her feet had caught a big splinter. A dull pain contorted her features. She pouted, but then managed to gain some control over her face. She was a strong independent self-made pixie. She had to keep cool.



"leave me behind, friends, I'll catch up with you later!" - she uttered solemnly. Yes, that was a correct decision. She couldn't hold them any longer. It looked like the situation was quickly getting out of hand.

Cirice saw the pixie come out of the containment cell and immediately get hurt as Veliky starts shouting about getting further into the facility. They can’t leave her behind though, in this situation she could get more hurt! Cirice does the only sensible thing in this situation, scooping the small figure up in her arms and gently removing the splinter from her foot and healing the wound with care¹.

“We’re not leaving you behind, my new friend,” she promises, “Veliky lead us there, I’ll carry her! Or if its far we can get our mounts!”

She still isn't really sure exactly what is going on, but if there's danger then she wants to make sure it doesn't hurt the people of the city above.

---

1 Major Healing

Was Cheche seriously about to sacrifice herself?! Veliky knows Cheche to be selfless, and she's woefully sure that the pixie would give herself if it meant saving others, but... asking to be left here? Over a splinter? Veliky can't help but feel as if that's a bit dramatic.

But there's no time to think about that. Cirice is right; Veliky wouldn't have thought to use mounts in an indoor space, but the halls are both wide-enough and long-enough to allow and warrant them.

"Good idea, but save your mana! We need your reindeer ready at the surface for when we get out of here. I'll get us equipped."

She clenches her right fist, and raises it in front of her mouth before speaking a simple word: "Command!" Then, where there was nothing on the back of her glove, azure sigils manifest and glow! Circular runes surround an odd symbol: three quarter-circles, aligned and organized by size like radiating lines. She speaks again: "I need a Flood and a Vixen, now!^[1]"

It's difficult to hear over the crescendoing chaos in the building, but a voice emanates from those sigils -- a voice cold and emotionless, like the Blixtbots'™. "Mistress Veliky, error: we are experiencing technical difficulties due to a major earthquake in the region."

"What?!" she retorts furiously. "I *need* those mounts, Comm! Tell me you can get them to me!"

"Affirmative: we will be able to transpose the requested bots at an ETA of one minute."

Veliky's face twists from shock, to anger, and then into fury. "Kien!" she curses before looking to Cirice and Cheche. She opens her mouth to say something, but doesn't manage to muster a sound before there's another ear-piercing shatter of glass. And this one is far, far too close to be ignored. One of the walls of the cages near them is violently transformed into glass-dust as something like a gargantuan worm bursts out! Only, bereft of slimy collagen, its segments seem constructed of something metallic and akin to mithral; the only part of its body not made of metal is an orange-glowing crystal at its very rear. And it doesn't writhe or slither across the ground; instead, it floats, gnashing its mandibles as it hovers in ribbon-like motions toward the group!

---

1. Summon Mount

Cheche looks at her leg freed from the nasty splinter. She dangles it in the air a little bit to make sure that all the toes are safe and sound. Finally, she looks up at her savior with her eyes tearing up. Overwhelming gratitude is written on her face in huge shining letters. She manages to mutter something about how much she appreciates her help and how indebted she is, yet her deepest and most sincere feelings never get the chance to be properly expressed. The wall shutters and the glass shreds split the air in all directions like a snowman's sneeze. It doesn't take long until they finally see the troublemaker: a huge worm-like construct, seemingly metal, floating in the air, moving with speed and somewhat terrifying grace. Cheche steps back, her eyes can't help but be glued to the rear crystal part of the worm, pulsating with reddish orange.  Her hands reach into her pockets searching for something...anything to protect them. 'Acorns, more acorns, a candy...huh! No, not now, Cheche...a rock. Hmm, throw it? will it reach?' She is still considering whether she should actually shoot it or toss it aside when the disgusting mandibles of the worm swiftly move toward them. Cheche shrieks and suddenly freezes. The time for Cheche seems to stop. If any of her companions were to look at her at the moment, they'd think she is asleep with her eyes open. 
...She is back home. Playing in that cave. Her little hands grasp a dusty scroll. She hurries to open it anticipating its secrets, but the scroll is empty. While she keeps staring at it with disappointment, the words start bleeding through the parchment. "gairm spiorad na talmhainn*" ^{(*call the earth spirit ).} The words cut deep into her, making her repeat, mutter, and finally, scream the words letting go of the little rock in her hand. She finally comes to her senses and sees how the rock - just a mere pebble she once picked up on a whim- starts glowing and growing with a low rumbling sound. She blinks in surprise. The pebble is no longer just that but a  large hulking creature, shielding them from the creep. "Bhohm protect. Bhohm fight. Command?" - the voice is flat and gravelly, just like the rock itself.  Cheche manages to get ahold of herself. Actions first, questions later. She huffs and clenches her fists before yelling: "Go Bhohm! Gooo! Kick the stinky maggot!" - she stumps her bare feet fiercely as if to convey her feelings to a golem she has somehow created.

---

_{Summon: Earth Elemental}

“Whoa!” Cirice manages to cry as the giant metal worm comes their way and Cheche throws up a golem of rock to protect them. But the floating worm seems undeterred by the solid figure before it. Giant mandibles snap together around the elemental with a clang and the creature tries to toss the stony foe away by thrashing its head around. With the pair locked in combat now was their chance.



She looks back at Ars behind her for just a second before pointing her finger at the worm and a streak of malevolent purple energy blasting forward and hitting it in the head¹. Suddenly the thing stops thrashing, the grip its mandibles have on the elemental loosening as it tires. Its barely maintaining its flight. Fatigue makes it groan under its own weight.

“Quickly! Vel? How do we kill it? What even is it??”

---

1 Desperation 

Dust, unsettled, falls from the ceiling. But it doesn't come to rest; too much is happening, too much movement in chaos. It's far too often, especially in an adventurer's life, that adversity comes so suddenly. But even Veliky knows that this is truly grim.

She beholds some worm of metal, and it almost reminds her of her own constructs. But the movements don't; they're too bestial -- too natural, even. She hasn't a clue what it is; most of the captures are dealt with by Blixtbot™ specialists, overseen by technicians or Silovik, so she's barely even seen most of the creatures held here. If knowledge is a weapon, she's unarmed.

She takes a wide step back as the thing writhes and draws nearer. Her mind scrambles for tactical data. She knows her environment, she knows her allies, but she doesn't know her enemy. They'll need to learn fast. Or so she thinks. For just as she's ready to start lobbing magic at the creature, she hears a great disturbance like scratching gravel. By the time she jerks her head to see the source of the noise, a behemoth of stone is standing beside her!

'Oh, fuck me!' are words that Veliky's prepared to shout in frustration at the apparent new foe that's just surrected to attack them. But then it declares itself "Bhohm," and further declares its intent to help them? She can't help but doubt its words, until she hears the familiar voice of Cheche.

"Eh...?" she turns to see the little pixie stamping her feet, commanding the golem to strike. 'Was she the one that summoned it...? Hell, I guess Cheche's learned some new tricks.'

She steps aside, giving the elemental a wide berth as it stomps forward to meet the worm in its charge. Metal scrapes uglily against stone, and neither seems willing to relent. They're far from safe, but Cheche's apparent intervention just bought them valuable time -- time enough for Cirice to launch a beam that incapacitates the worm, leaving it limp in the elemental's arms.

“Quickly! Vel? How do we kill it? What even is it??”

She doesn't turn to face Cirice, but her question is a damned good one. That's right; it must've been captured somehow, so there must be some way for them to deal with it. She looks to the Knight that's now stood in front of her, shield raised to defend.

"Knight-04, how the hell do we kill this thing?!

Grating though the bots' voice may be, their loudness does work well in situations such as this. "Mistress Veliky, report: Incursion-703 is invulnerable to most forms of damage. However, significant damage to the gemstone on the Incursion's tail will incapacitate it for several minutes, and further damage is suspected to cause death."

There it is. Good thing it continued, too; when the bot mentioned invulnerability, Veliky was ready to kick it in the back of its shin.

"Good. End conversation." The Knight beeps in compliance. "You heard it; hit its tail with something!"

The worm freezes in space as if someone has actually stopped time, while Bhohm continues punching its mandibles and sides. 'Somewhat sluggishly...' - Cheche thinks, feeling an urge for action.  It's hard to say if Bhohm has any feelings of his own, but he definitely looks bored with the opponent that shows no resistance. 

"No, Bhohm! Harder! Hit Harder!" she shouts, losing her patience in the heat of the moment. Sadly, she's a bit too riled up to listen to Veliky and the Knight. She paces back and forth behind Veliky's back. What can she use as a weapon? 'Quick! Think, think, think!' - she shakes her head ruefully, strands of her auburn hair falling onto her face. That's when an idea comes and lights her little round face up. Instead of just standing there and waiting she can jump into action!  She mutters a couple of words and her hair turns into a weapon. Each strand grows and twists until it turns into a lash, and each braid glides along the broken tiles of the floor like a snake. The strands and braids whip the worm ferociously but chaotically. Suddenly a bright orange crystal catches her eye: 'oh? can I have it?'. Once again, she is captivated by its beauty and perfection. "The crystal should be mine!" - she proclaims to the world, tugging onto it with all she has. For the onlooker, it might seem that the little one is possessed. She shakes her head madly as if some demonic tune is leading her on. Meanwhile, Bhohm takes her words directly. He steps aside from the head part and slowly but firmly places his huge palms onto the rear part of the worm. Both Cheche and Bhohm have united their forces for a common purpose. And it would surely be quite a beautiful (although, slightly odd) collaboration, if not for the fact that they are pulling in opposite directions.  After five minutes of this tedious tug-of-war, Cheche's hair finally slips off, leaving the little pixie absolutely breathless. Her face is red and her lower lip is trembling. "Bhohm, you meanie!".- she says almost crying, and flops down.
Yet, it wasn't for nothing. Their combined efforts significantly battered the crystal, all but tearing it off! All they needed was a final blow!

Considering the danger and the seriousness of the situation Cirice should really be taking the scene before her much more seriously. But the image of the adorable little pixie’s hair coming to life and grabbing the debilitated worm and then playing tug of war with the massive rock golem in hopes of wresting the gem from the abomination’s ass was just purely comical. Steeping in would have been the sensible thing, but her new friend was so cute and passionate she just had to stand aside and give Cheche as much time to try for herself before the creature starts getting its wits about itself once more. In the five minutes of the tug of war she ate a muffin, searched through her bag for a cute sparkly hair pin to give Cheche and wondered about the logistics of caring for a mane of living hair.

But the break isn’t forever. Cheche and Bhohm tire out and the worm is not defeated yet. It begins wriggling and shaking her spell off and she knows they can’t waste anymore time.

“Tail, got it, I can take it from here now that you’ve roughed it up! I’ll try to give it to you Che but I think the gem is bigger than you silly. Have this instead.” She hands her a small jewel-encrusted hair comb in the shape of a bouquet of cherry blossoms to the pixie and summons her sword into her hand¹.

With a wink to her friends she disappears from sight, reappearing above the tail of the creature and bringing her sword down directly into the center of the gemstone². There’s a sickening crunch and the gem shatters³, the worm falling to the ground in a heap. Shards of orange gem fall all around and Cirice finds a medium-sized chunk to give to Cheche.

“Well that wasn’t too bad… What other crazy monsters are here?” She asks as a loud, throaty howl pierces the air. “Oh, that kind…”

---

1 Crestfallen, always there from spellblade
2 Blink
3 Gerhart's Final Strike

"Hey." Veliky's voice seems all but disillusioned. In fact, there's an edge of annoyance to it.

The reason for this annoyance would not be difficult to see, as she is now standing beside a trio of mechanical mounts^[1]. Among them is a steed with flames spewing from its neck like a mane of fire^[2]; something like a great reindeer with antlers of scintillating metal^[3]; and a smaller entity with four spindly legs and an ovoid body, with spherical, crimson orbs for eyes^[4]. They're all primed and ready to go, and have been for approximately the past four minutes while Cheche played tug-of-war and Cirice ate a muffin.

And Veliky, too, has simply been standing there. Waiting. Tapping her foot in impatience.

"Are you done?"

---

Riding through the halls of the facility is not like riding through a field. There's no wind to blowing past their faces, but only hot air that's saturated with a menagerie of horrific odours. They ride swiftly, between empty cells and over the shattered glass that once encased them. The halls are yet filled with cries and howls.

"We're nearly there!" Veliky shouts over the cacophony. She and her Knight have taken to the flaming steed, whose fiery mane oddly appears to avoid them, leaving them unscathed. "The entrance to the Special Containment Sector is just ahead!"

They've been riding perhaps three minutes now, but it feels as if they've been marching for hours. This place's labyrinthine monotony is utterly maddening -- nearly as maddening as the flickering lights from above. It's only with her impeccable memory that is Veliky able to recall the path. And in time, the path does open up. But the sight is not welcoming.

Before them is a great door of stone, or perhaps metal, shaped like a sort of portcullis. And gathered in front of this door is a small militia of Blixtbots™, weapons raised against in combat against a great and terrible entity. It is shaped like a man, only towering over ten feet high and possessing bestial features: fur, hooved feet, clawed hands, antlers, and a head like the skull of a deer^[5].

With a single hand, this bipedal beast picks up a trident-wielding Blixtbot™^[6], cranes open its skeletal jaw and devours its metal form in entirety. The sound of tearing metal and gnashing steel bones is sickening. And yet, as its metal prey goes through it, the creature's stance becomes wider and its antlers reach higher into the air. It's grown somewhat! And, with wicked claws reaching down to another construct, it appears far from sated.

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1. Summon Mount
2. (Nightmare Steed) Envy-04
3. (Reindeer) Vixen-01
4. (Bogskipper) Flood-01
5. {Wendigo}
6. Fisher-06 {Corsair}

Veliky was indeed a fearsome being once irritated. Cheche gulped and, without wasting any more time, mounted the shortest of the steeds. Their way through the facilities seemed to be endless and monotonous: almost everything looked the same. All but in a different stage of destruction. Her initial reluctance to ride the bot changed into curiosity, which in its turn finally turned into boredom. The strange sounds were coming from all directions now. 'So much for the first working day, huh..' - she thought, letting out a sigh. Cheche gathered her hair, still too long for comfort, and wrapped it around her head in a manner of a turban she had once seen on a friend of hers. It made her head look like a weird cotton candy but provided some soundproofing. It definitely was getting louder with every second now.

---

They turned, then turned again, and finally, reached the place where the noise became absolutely gruesome. What they saw once they had emerged out of the corridor was a strange sight. For a second she thought her eyes had played a trick on her. She blinked and stared at the ginormous figure surrounded by a variety of metal constructs desperately trying to contain it. "Cernunnos?..." she squeaked. Funny, how shaken she sounded. Cernunnos was a hunting deity from her own world. Infamous for his wild temper he was feared all around.  Yet Cheche knew all too well, those were just rumors. The Cernunnos from her world was actually a gentle giant, he took good care of the forest and all the animals and spirits inhabiting it. The only thing that would make him lose it, would be direct and unreasonable harm caused to nature. Well, maybe getting wasted drinking with fauns on a Beltaine night too. But gnawing onto something so metally, unnatural, and stiff? Impossible! That wasn't her Cernunnos. From what she had heard about him, The Lord Of Wild Things preferred his food to be..well, just food. Likely, offerings. Possibly, venison, rabbit, some kind of game bird. In short, something, warm, juicy, and squishy. 'If there is something he'd munch on here, that probably be...eh..no way, no way!' - she shook her head in order to get rid of the uncalled-for thoughts. 

Cirice mounts the strange mechanical reindeer and gets a twinge of sadness, wishing she had her own Hitia here instead. The trio head through the facility, twisting through corridors at break-neck speed.

“Special Containment Sector?” Cirice echoes as a question, “What was this then? Aren’t all these things special and being contained?”

Veliky looks back for a moment, from her place just ahead. Her expression is one of determination.

"You're in a facility that's designed to hold, protect and secure all the shit that's crept in from other worlds!" she calls over the sound of clanking hooves. "'Special' to you means something very different to us!"

“Does that mean ‘Special’ equals ‘more dangerous…?” Cirice asks as they come to the opening and see the pitched battle of the bots and a monster at the door. “Um… Is that ‘Special?’”

Veliky's eyes are wide, shining in the flickering lights with a distinct mix of shock and 'god dammit.'

"For the moment, let's say yes!"

That’s good enough for Cirice.

Hopping down from her steed, she has a brilliant idea and quickly digs into her bottomless bag and pulls out a small chocolate. She glances at it briefly trying to make sure that its the one she wants before popping into her mouth and chewing¹. Crestfallen materializes in her hand as the temperature starts to drop all around them and snow begins to fall². The logistics of snow falling within a building doesn’t concern Cirice, she runs towards the growing assailant unfurling her sword into a whip and slashing at the creature from fifteen feet away.

“Hey bonehead don’t eat my friend’s bots!” She shouts, “Just chill out!”

The runes under her gloves flare to life as a wave of magic travels up the whip and hits the creature. For just a moment it pauses, shoulders falling into a more relaxed position and head lulling to the side in a contemplative manner³.

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1 Blizzard chocolate casts sheer cold
2 Crestfallen whipsword with magic blocker
3 Calm emotion