Welcome to the Circus! [Immortal Event]

[Munchkin]

18th Vhalar, 718

Fire...

"Holy hell!" the man cheered, the crowd going wild as the acrobat swung through the air, diving perfectly through a tiny ring that was set alight. By appearance, an Ithecal of that size should in no way fit through that hoop. Yet here he was, fitting through it with near-ease. Outside the big tent, where most people were enjoying their time, was a mass of food stalls. Of course, none of it was the most incredible of food, but more of a comfort food than anything else. Unhealthily fatty foods, masses of sweet-treats and children running around with chocolate coating their mouths.

Inside the event was much different, with many shows of prowess going on. Tightropes were walked by towering men and women, small acrobats leapt higher in the air than anyone should be deemed possible and one man seemed to be swallowing his mace - a rather impressive feat for a man no taller than five feet with a mace that could be used by a Lothar on performance-enhancing drugs. But despite the strange and wonderful spectacles a lot of the crowd found themselves in awe with one thing more than the rest.

Ilaren.

There she was, walking amongst the crowd and just talking. Talking to people. Normal people, any people, having casual conversation as she pointed out food for people to try. Of course, few knew that the recent tension in Rharne was the main cause of it, but Ilaren rarely shied away from being social. These people were her people, her family. Rharne was her city to protect and so the people around were also hers to protect, to love and care for, and very few were an exception to that rule. Very few, and none were in her sight now.

As the festivities continued Ilaren found herself watching a man spit fire from a torch. As she did, many could see she was open to talk, clearly willing to converse with whoever approached. A few said hello but none seemed to go close for the time being, perhaps in fear of talking to an Immortal or perhaps there was just no reason to. But as she stood still and watched, the Immortal of Lightning waited patiently. Not for just anyone to talk to her, though she liked the company. But for the right people.

As she did he watched from afar, waiting for the right moment. And as the flames licked from torches, wrapped around hoops and filled the room, the man heard all of their voices making a beautiful sound.

Screaming.

Off Topic

Hey all!

PADRAIG, FAITH AND LUCAS ONLY PLEASE

Ilaren event here, totally not evil and nothing bad is happening at all!

No posting order, you all have a week to post (not counting this week, post by Monday. Monday is a good day to post for me

Keep it to one post, do what you like, and most important - have fun! This is, after all, a circus...

Nothing more.

[Faith Augustin]

Faith's eyes were wide, like a child. That was very much how she looked, child like wonder all over her expression as she watched the goings on here. Her arm in her husband's the young woman was truly amazed at the sights from the circus. When he'd suggested going, Faith had been somewhat surprised, but then she was also aware that, since she'd regained her memories, they had both been making more of an effort to spend quality time together as a couple. It shouldn't take amnesia to provoke a picnic, Katie had told her, quite seriously and she thought that Cyrus might have had a similar (or identical) pearl of wisdom for Padraig. Of course, Padraig still squirmed slightly every time he saw Katie, or so Faith thought anyhow. But maybe no one else had noticed and it was because of how well she knew him.

Or maybe, it was because they'd been face with how well Katie knew Cyrus and neither of them wanted to talk about it or remember it.

Ever

But all of that notwithstanding, the young couple had decided that yes, they were going to spend more time together and so, they'd agreed to go out to the circus. On the way there, they'd chatted about their tendency with dates, though. That was the problem, Faith said seriously. "I love spending time with you and I believe that we've broken the curse. We have." She didn't believe it. Not for an instant. But she said it and that was the best he was getting.

Since her memories had come back, Faith had been slightly more introspective than usual. Quieter, even. But not in a bad way, far from it - but she realised that she had taken so much for granted, so many things which she, of all people, should know better. So, alongside being slightly more introverted, she'd also been more demonstrative and more relaxed. And bizarrely, perhaps, slightly more concerned to make an extra effort in terms of her clothes, or to wear just a slight touch of make up or dab of perfume. She'd made an effort tonight, because it was date - though they weren't saying that in case the universe heard. However as they looked at the ithecal diving through the burning hoop which seemed far, far too small for him to fit through at all - let alone at speed - Faith nudged him. "That's Ilaren., she said to him softly. He knew that Faith had met with the Immortal shortly after being made head of the Order of the Adunih here.

As they watched the sights, Faith's amazement was obvious and she made all the "oooh" and "aaah" noises that an exuberant toddler might. She had, quite genuinely, never seen anything even remotely like this and she had no frame of reference. Looking up at him as she turned from watching the tightrope walkers, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. "It's amazing, Padraig. I've never seen anything of the sort. Thank you." Faith whispered that into his ear, and then motioned over to where the Immortal was. "It would be nice to go and speak to her. She seems rather left alone, which isn't fun. I'll introduce you?"

If he agreed - and only if he did, then Faith would slip her arm into his and walk over to Ilaren. With a deep and respectful bow, because she was nothing if not respectful and polite, she smiled. "My Lady, it's good to see you." If Ilaren didn't seem to remember her, she'd introduce herself and not mind in the slightest, but either way. "My husband, Padraig Augustin. Lady Ilaren." Only, of course, if Padraig wanted to. She certainly wouldn't be dragging him over to meet an Immortal if he said no.

[Lucas Nardovino]

Lucas had been to a circus before but he'd never been lucky enough to enjoy what it had to offer. As it was with most things he'd only ever been in order to commit crimes, drug deals or petty theft. His childhood had not offered him much joy from the conventional things and nor did his life now in honesty, his need to protect had become priority so enjoyment was often left at the door. Still he was trying this trial, he was determined to have a nice time.

So he bought himself some roasted chestnuts and took a seat to watch the acrobats do their show. It was very entertaining he had to admit, watching people do things that seemed impossible to someone like him. The ex-con tossed a chestnut into his mouth the burned blackened outer edge mixed with the sweeter inside a beautiful taste in his mouth. He smiled and looked around the crowd and spotted her.

Ilaren was their, standing alone and watching the proceedings. Lucas knew little of immortals and their day to day lives but he had never assumed them to walk so freely among their people. Then again maybe others were not so friendly with those that followed them, she was the only one he had ever met brief or not.

He considered going over for a moment, seeing as nobody really approached her but as he was about to stand he saw the couple begin to introduce themselves to her. He recognised the woman, it was Faith. So the man beside her must have been her husband or so he assumed. Still with them there he paused, deciding to let them have their moment with the Lady of Lightning he instead would continue to watch the act.

Slowly making his way through the bag of chestnuts, rolling one between his fingers as he tried to relax. Of course his mind was elsewhere it didn't seem to matter what he tried but enjoying himself was never quite easy enough. The fire in front of him suddenly uncomfortable as the memory of the giant fire soldier popped into his mind. He shuddered briefly before his mind was drawn back by a woman accidentally bumping him. There was a baby in one arm and a drink in the other.

Unfortunately it tumbled to the floor spilling out. "Oh I am very sorry, I will get you another, wait here." He smiled at her and offered his remaining chestnuts before heading out of the tent and towards a stall selling drinks. The woman took his seat and waited there for him to bring her a new drink.

[Padraig]

Briefly, Padraig had considered suggesting that they should take the children with them to the circus. What went together better after all, than circuses and wide eyed, wondering children? But ultimately he'd reconsidered. The twins were too young to appreciate the sights, the noise and the atmosphere just yet. They'd probably enjoy the very beginnings of it and fuss for the remainder, and he and Faith would return home earlier than planned if it was the case. Maybe in a couple more arcs. And truly he surprised himself when he'd suggested it. The problem for him and circuses, was that as a serious physicist and researcher, as often as not he could spot the science behind the illusions. And then as frequently as not, he had a difficult time resisting the urge to explain the science to others. Not a particularly popular approach to take at the circus. He knew. He'd done it once before when he was too young to know any better.

But yes, the circus, Padraig had confirmed when face registered surprise. And just for the trial, he would do his very best to refrain from enlightening the other fair goers. And besides, nothing would make him happier than a trial out and about with her by his side. The look of pleasure and wonder on her face when she took it all in, was reward enough for the cost of keeping his mouth shut. "Hey mister will ya look at that?" some old man exclaimed and elbowed him as they watched an acrobat fly and tumble through the air. "It's like she's got wings but she doesn't!" Padraig hesitated, frowned a little but then modded sagely. "Yes, it's just like that." The man seemed pleased at any rate and turned back, uttering something about magic. And again Padraig nodded, with a bit of a pained expression but then turned back to Faith with a smile. He was rather proud of himself, in truth.

"Don't say that," he teased her then, when she talked of having broken the curse. "It's like taking a tiger by the tail." Stopping at one of the food booths, he purchased a couple of deep fried sweets on a stick, that Faith would probably never cook up at home, or even let him or the children have. Grinning, he handed her one. Hot melted chocolate oozing out of a deep fried casing of batter. What could be better? He'd have a bellyache by the end of the trial no doubt, but it would be worth it. So Ilaren was there, and why not, he thought when Faith pointed her out? This was the lady Immortal's city after all. Her people. Much of the celebration was centered around the worship of her.

The kiss on the cheek, the look of childlike wonder in Faith's eyes. That alone made it worth every bit of it. He could even step back perhaps and appreciate the lengths that some of the performers went to push the boundaries of physics in their favor. "We should, yes," he said when Faith suggested they speak with Ilaren. It was odd to the see the Immortal standing alone in the middle of it all. But then perhaps it wasn't. There weren't very many people that Padraig knew who would just stroll up to an Immortal and strike up a conversation. "My lady," he said with a smile, a respectful dip of his head when Faith introduced him. "It's both an honor and a pleasure."

[Munchkin]

Where lightning strikes...

Faith and Padraig

Bastards.

Of course the one thing that could ruin His plan had arrived. Or, the three. Three people - two of which were together. Faith and Padraig. Of course, nothing could stop Him, but getting him out of there could suddenly be much harder. Both were capable of impressive feats, after all, and they were known for it. They'd done much more than most would ever dream of, and all in just the space of a few Arcs. Yet here they were, ready to fuck up His plans at the drop of a coin. Not that they knew it. But it didn't matter much.

Rharne would still burn. All of his voices had told him so.

As the pair walked to Ilaren she turned and smiled at them, bowing her head politely to both Padraig and Faith. "Padraig Augustin, you say? Both the honor and pleasure are mine. You are a lucky man that makes her a lucky woman" she smiled to the two, warm and considerate. It was no secret to anyone what good they did, for both themselves and others. They were kind, she felt it in their hearts, how they acted. Keeping a strong, tall composure, the Immortal of Lightning glanced over her shoulder as a man juggled five sharp blades at once.

"I always love to see the people of Rharne so happy, especially with the trying times we've had most recently. A circus like this will always do the trick" her voice spoke, a caring tone coating it. Every person in Rharne mattered to her, every citizen that loved the city as much as she did. Seeing the pain some had endured recently wounded her as much as it angered her. Her gaze fell back to the two. "And last I hear, one of you is making an active effort to help out our city, collectively. Though I would expect no less from the figurehead of the Order of Adunih in Rharne. Congratulations are in order, I believe."

Then her eyes fell to Padraig with a raised eyebrow. "And I must ask some time about this invention of yours, the Magnifier. All the other inventions you make, too. If you'd be willing, perhaps sometime you could explain them to me? I'm not much of an inventor myself, but I am fascinated by the idea of it. Later this season, if you'd like?"

Lucas

Of all the people to walk into this place, it had to be Lucas fucking Nardovino.

Not many people scared Him, but one of the few that did was that man. Lucas Nardovino. Infamous in prison for the beatings he gave and making a name for himself outside of prison for the change he had made to himself. Even when a strange attack had occurred in the Stormwastes, he had not only survived but played a part in the innocents that had survived too. But he had weaknesses, flaws. Everyone did after all. While he might be harder to crack than most, Lucas Nardovino was a man like any other. Which meant he would break. He'd almost seen Lucas break once, after all.

In their time in the prison together.

Lucas was a fighter more than anything, but what had really draw His attention wasn't the physical fighting - but the mental. A place that shattered a thousand men and women day in and out had strengthened him, helped him turn his life around in ways so few did. Rharne Prison wasn't a standard disciplinary centre, after all. It was a hell hole, a place people went to rot and die. Many entered, few left. Those that did often came back or ran away from the law. Some returned to old habits, others developed worse ones - and one changed for the better. One man, one stubborn fucking man.

When Lucas went outside to get a new drink there was a small cry of pain, followed by a collision into him. A woman with red hair and bruises coating her face, blood in the corner of her mouth as she looked up to the man she had near to knocked on the floor with fear and desperation. "Please, please help me! Don't let them hurt me!" she begged, looking back to an alleyway that was shrouded in darkness far away with terror. A small crowd gathered around, and inside the tent some commotion could be heard as people ran outside to see what was occurring.

Yet her eyes stayed on Lucas as she cried. "Please protect me."

[Faith Augustin]

Faith turned to look at him, just as he spoke to a man there and her smile deepened. Standing on tip toe, she kissed him softly, uncaring of the fact that there were other people around them. "Tell me how they do it?" Faith asked, pointing to the 'like she's got wings but she doesn't' acrobat. "I love hearing it," she slipped her hand into his and looked up at him with genuine delight on her face. "It's as magical to me that you know it and how it works, it's still magic, just your sort. That's all." She motioned to the acrobats, but with her head because she didn't want to stop looking at him. "And they're still magic too. Win-win, Professor." With another swift kiss she added, "and well done. You were itching to tell him, weren't you?"

She laughed, though, when he said that saying the curse was broken was like taking a tiger by the tail and she shook her head. "It's stating something to make it true. It works." Very unscientific, but then the notion of them being cursed whenever they left the house - or stayed in it - with thoughts of anything romantic happening was equally unscientific, she pointed out. They stopped at a food stall and he purchased two strange looking things on sticks; Faith tasted hers and her eyes closed in delight. "Oh, by all the Immortals, why have I never eaten this before? It's... oh, it is so bad." Solemnly, she prodded him gently in the stomach. "You'll be grumbling before the evening's through." Having eaten about a quarter of hers, she handed it to him to finish if he wanted. She'd very much enjoyed what she'd eaten, but Faith had been a slave for the lion's share of her life and, before Tristan, one meal a trial had been something earned. She might never have much of an appetite, but that was fine. So long as she enjoyed what she ate, that was the main thing, she asserted.

They made their way over to Ilaren, albeit after the oozing chocolate in batter goodness. When the Immortal recognised him and spoke of his inventions and innovations, Faith beamed and she almost physically swelled with pride. Her arm in his squeezed and she nearly popped with wanting to tell Ilaren all about what he did, how amazingly clever he was and how much of a difference his inventions had made to the places where she worked. She didn't, of course, she wouldn't speak for him that would embarrass him and Faith would never do that intentionally. She smiled when Ilaren congratulated her on becoming the head of the Order of the Adunih in Rharne. "Investigations are continuing and the work in the Dust Quarter will be starting soon." She would make a difference there, she was determined. It was her job, her duty. It was her privilege.

When Ilaren specifically mentioned the Magnifier, Faith nodded her head. "It will revolutionize medicine, my Lady. Like the Raft did." Yes, she'd known what she wanted to achieve in both cases and she was ready to argue with him that knowing what you'd like and being able to make it happen were two very different things. "There is so much to discover in terms of disease and the constituents of blood, so much that we simply do not know and which can make a difference to being able to infuse blood into another being or fight illness or... I should stop talking." She gave a brief and rather self depreciating grin. But her husband's achievements were something Faith was inordinately proud of and what he he created would make more of an impact on the world than anything she could do, she was sure. Because he would change the world.

But then, there was a commotion outside the tent and people started to run out to check on something or.. something. Faith glanced over and a single line furrowed her forehead as her eyebrows pulled together. "There's something going on over there. Someone might be hurt," she was simply not capable of ignoring an individual in need. Glancing at Padraig, she raised an eyebrow and then, together, they moved to investigate. It was strange that, at that point, her focus was on her husband, not the much more powerful Immortal. But Faith and Padraig worked together, worked as a team and knew each other's thoughts before they even formed in the originator's mind. There was no one that she'd rather have at her side, Immortals included.

"It's Lucas," she said. Faith's eyes were incredibly sharp and her ability to spot things really helped here. "There's a red head with him. Time to meet your brother in law," he knew of Lucas, she'd told him but the two had yet to meet. Faith, of course, wanted to run over there, rush in where any sane person might fear to tread. But, Padraig was here and so she let him take the lead and set the pace. When they got there, she spoke softly.

"Everything alright here?" Faith asked. Meeting her brother's gaze, she gave a slight, tense, smile. "This is Padraig, my husband. Can we help, Lucas?"

[Lucas Nardovino]

It wasn't long after Lucas took those first few steps out into the open and over towards the drink stand that he was blind sided. The woman hit him with enough force to knock him almost to the ground it was only a nearby stall which he grabbed that kept him on his feet. Luckily the ex-con was not one to be upset, especially at the sight of her. He had seen women like this before and it always boded badly for his health.

He reached out a hand and steadied the red haired woman, and himself after recovering from the collision. She was afraid, no, she was terrified and Lucas followed her gaze to the alleyway as she spoke. "It's okay, don't worry your safe now." The reformed criminal wrapped an arm around her protectively as he noticed the crowd beginning to gather.

"Nodoby is going to hurt you anymore, I will protect you." Tense Lucas bit his lip, he didn't like the growing crowd and he had not failed to notice her red hair. Aukari or even just those that looked like them had been subject to violence recently, the crowd made him uneasy. "What happened? Who did this to you?"

Lucas scanned the alleyway again, looking for signs of anyone but was distracted by the voice of Faith. It had only been a few trials since he discovered the truth about her but still he already felt a strong connection. Blood was the most sacred of bonds after all, something he had only learned after a false family betrayed him.

Lucas smiled softly as she adressed him. "Faith, I erm, I don't know yet." He looked towards the woman he still held onto protectively, trying to shield her from the eyes of the crowd with his coat and arm. "However, you are a medic and this woman seems as though she could do with some help there." He used the cuff of his shirt to wipe the small smeer of blood from the corner of her mouth, he didn't really care about his old damaged clothes anyway.

It wasn't the first blood they'd soaked up. "Oh and of course, good to finally meet you Mr." He nodded at Pad although he was still somewhat distracted, it was certainly not the most optimal meeting time.

[Padraig]

"The trial that she turned up at my door was the same one that I realized my fortunes had shifted for the better," Padraid said, agreeing with the Immortal wholeheartedly, and squeezing Faith's hand where it rested on his arm. Therefore, he was indeed the luckiest of men. Unless Ilaren meant that he'd been lucky in the extreme to have returned from another plane, another dimension, with all of his parts, faculties and sanity still in place. On that point, he'd also have to agree. He'd lived to tell about it and still had the wherewithal to do it.

As for the acrobats and how they were doing it, as wondered about by Faith just a few bits ago? Physics, he'd teased, but when they got home he'd be sure to explain in detail, as she was already convinced that he would. He just couldn't help it. The Immortal was correct, however, when she talked of how much Faith had done for the city, already in the short time they'd been here. She couldn't help it of course. It was who she was and he couldn't be prouder.

As for the magnifier, he smiled and dipped his head in thanks, but also wanted to clarify. "I cannot begin to take all or even most of the credit myself. It was Faith that first raised the question of whether or not such a thing was possible. If an invention or discovery, it's been both of ours together," he explained. "But I also think that the device may lead to breakthroughs, not just in medicine but in chemistry...in any number of sciences in fact. Nothing would please me more, my lady," Padraig added however when Ilaren asked if he'd be interested in discussing discoveries with her at some point later on. "I would be honored."

So, Faith's brother in law? Looking curiously at the man across the way, Padraig had to remind himself of the connection. But at the least, Faith had told him something previously about the man. "Of course," he said when she wondered, did he want to meet him. Even before they got there however, it was clear that there'd been some sort of trouble, so naturally Padraig kept a watch out around them, and maintained his guard in an effort to protect Faith. She after all was his first priority.

The blood he could see, was apparently the woman's and not Lucas's, and he seemed very protective of her. "What's happened to her?" he asked. An awkward time, and strange circumstances for a first introduction to be sure, but still he shook his head and said, "Please, it's Padraig."

[Munchkin]

...Fire will spread.

Heroes were so predictable.

Creating a plan like this is hard to pull off. But He had the right idea for it. Part of the issue, however, was that one of the heroes had more than just a good read on people. He'd done His research. Faith was an incredible woman when it came to many things, and yet she had thus far managed to survive a long time despite all the enemies she made. There was no way she was stupid, and falling for a trick as simple as this wasn't likely. Which meant he had to carefully pick the recruit to do it, someone fearless of death or even welcoming of it.

But while Faith was a fear, as was the ex-convict he'd grown to know, there was one man that would prove difficult in this situation. Padraig. While he didn't try and form bonds between many militant forces and make a name through that, the husband of such a woman had caught His eyes. An inventor, an alchemist - and an unbelievable fighter. But none of those were what scared Him. No. What scared a man so powerful as Him was the sheer willpower he possessed, the sheer energy about Padraig that was unbreakable. While He didn't fear Padraig directly there was no denying that a lot had to be altered in their plans around the man.

As both Faith and Padraig spoke the Immortal of Lightning kept her eyes moving between the two, smiling with an air of pride. "Please. You don't need to be honoured to show me a creation that could change the world. The honour is mine" she assured Padraig, before giving a small glance to Faith. "Same goes for you, Faith. Both of you are doing work for Rharne that many could only dream of doing, and some die trying. You're two incredible young people, and both Rharne and I owe you a great honour. Perhaps that honour will take shape when I can find something fitting."

Outside, Lucas wrapped the girl up as she sobbed, holding one arm tight on to him as the other stayed close to her own chest and held it tight. Violent shaking and small whimpers left her as she held Lucas, no words forming in her mouth as the sobs just kept coming, even when Faith, Padraig and Ilaren herself arrived at her side. Introductions were shared, giving her the perfect time to strike. As if the man caring for her hadn't been foolish enough, Lucas had given her a nice bit of cover with his coat.

So, with a quick movement that even Faith was too slow to detect, the blade up her wrist sunk into his gut. It was a sharp blade, sending a deep pain up through him, similar to a lot of what he had seen in the prison of Rharne. There were undoubtedly many situations ending with a knife to the gut, and He remembered one, in particular, Lucas was in. While He couldn't see the events outside from in the tent, there was no doubting that it would be beautiful to see Lucas the victim of the blade this time.

But while most would see just a woman stabbing into a man as the coat parted, any trained or glancing eyes would see the real attack.

One big blast of fire plummeted in to the tent, incredibly hot as it spread at unnatural rates. Yet what was really out of place was the explosion that followed it's impact. A crowd of people, sat on a wooden stand, were blown to pieces. Some were knocked aside, burned and mutilated, while others were entirely destroyed or missed limbs. Terror filled the room quickly as He set himself ablaze, the Mark of Faldrun burning bright just before he did so.

Towards Faith, Padraig, Lucas and Ilaren the crowd ran. Immediately, Ilaren made her grab for the woman holding Lucas, lunging forward to stop her and pull her to the ground. But as she was busy with that, a long tongue of fire lashed across a small crowd, striking men and women to the ground as he swiped his hand, wielding it like a weapon.

As the crowd parted and fell, burning eyes looked to Padraig. He died first. With that, the whip of fire lashed forward. Should the first whip miss, he would swing for another.

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Sorry this took a while! I took a break for the week of my birthday, but I hope this was worth the wait.

All - All of you can see the tent happen, though it is unpreventable by that time. However, you all have ten seconds of action, aside from Lucas who has it cut down to five due to the knife in his gut. With those ten seconds you can lay down and pray, attack, dodge or anything else that would reasonably take ten/five seconds of time!

Thanks all <3

[Faith Augustin]

As a medic, Faith understood how delicate life and death was. How very much it all hung in the balance. She knew it on a fundamental level, because she dealt in it, every trial. There were times when she got back from the Order, having dealt with death all trial long. Yet, she kept going back, because other trials, she won. It was odd, all things considered, but Faith never considered quitting. No matter how negative, how difficult or draining, she knew that what she did made a difference. That didn't ameliorate the fact that doing it was hard. Emotionally draining. She had needed to develop her own way of being, her own professional demeanor, crafted carefully to protect herself; because the work that she did was exhausting and, if she didn't protect herself, then she would not be able to give her best to the patients who came in needing her.

That truth combined with the natural discipline which the former slave had and meant, fundamentally, that Faith could respond dispassionately and with absolute clarity in times of crisis. She could keep her head and remain calm in situations where others would be in a total state. However, in that moment all of the Beneath seemed to pour out into the area they were and Faith's eyes widened in surprise... in shock. As the woman stabbed her brother, the brother that she had only just discovered she had, Faith gasped.

And then, it all got a whole lot worse.

It would be easy to focus on Lucas, but Faith knew better than to let herself be distracted, and so, the fire and following explosion was not lost on her. This was an aimed, targeted and focused attack, of that she had no doubt. In the few trill that they had to act, Faith realised that this was not a random thing and then, she saw him. Ilaren grabbed at the woman who had attacked Lucas, people were running everywhere and yet there would be one person, or a group, but there would be those who were perpetrating this.

And then, she saw him.

Faith felt her blood run cold as she realised that he was looking, directly, at Padraig. Faith did not pause, did not hesitate. There was no way that she was going to do anything except protect her husband, after all, and so she activated the ability, granted to her by Moseke and she pushed a Prison at the flame-wielding man. Her aim was to cover him, encase him and stop him from doing anything which might harm Padraig in any way.

Once that had happened, Faith made sure that she remained at her husband's side. If he chose to move forward, she was with him, if he decided to remain still, then she did the same. Faith's eyes were on the place, the people, what was going on and, if given the opportunity, she'd be making her way to the man in question. However, her priority was remaining at her husband's side, just in case anyone got any funny ideas.

[spoiler] An offensive/defensive ability that is used to trap the opponent or shield the character. Pushing energy into the earth, the character is able to form sudden traps from dirt and stone, quickly ensnaring the opponent in a prison of soil and rock. Defensively, the character is able to draw the earth around them, cocooning in thick, almost impenetrable layers of earth and stone. [/spoiler]