Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27235572-20150818024145

The torriental winds startled Quinn into action, causing her to spin out of the way of a rock. She was impressed by the level of power this  wind witch displayed, but if the woman was trying to kill them, then Quinn couldn't exactly afford to get distracted. The winds threatened to pull her into the way of some potientally deadly debris and that simply wasn't safe. No one else could be distracted either...

"M-move, Sam!" She cried before shoving him out of the way of a jagged shard of glass the size of her palm. "You've g-got to-" Before she could properly scold him, she was struck squarely on the forehead by a large stone. Freezing for a moment, she mumbled some incoherent speech before crumpling to the floor, unconscious.

On the other hand, Petra was hardly fazed by their current situation. Her only purpose was assisting her mistress and she didn't care about the other people's safety. But, when Lalka rushed to help the small blonde, the statue instanly went to lend a hand. She was sharply reminded of that little bird that made such beautiful ripples in the fountain, the one that her father had claimed was 'drowning'. Perhaps, this girl was like that bird. Was it better to watch than to assist?

Letting loose a grating noise analogous to a human sigh, Petra moved to Quinn's side, plucking her from Lalka's trembling arms and moving her off to the side. She would outlast the storm... Like always. And, if Lalka was threatened, there would just be some decapitation involved.