Though he tried not to let it get to him, seeing his daughter attack brought a monster out in Sei Orlouge. The Mystic gripped the granite of the tower window and grinded tooth against tooth. “Tobias. Go.”
Tobias Greenleaf knew from the short and simple message that Sei was angry. The Ixian leader –never- kept things short, often opting to monologue rather than get to short and concise points. Considering the circumstances, the green haired elf was almost certain that this meant Kyla Orlouge was in danger. So of course, when the elven theif popped into the Cell with the local Ixian Knights teleporter (a plant monstrosity known as ‘Misery’), her green eyes searched out Kyla first.
Misery, however, was half way between Tobias and the Mystic girl at this point. “Oh, no you don’t big guy!” Tobias yelled, her pointy ears able to pick up the muffled, angry roars coming from the beasts sewn up flytrap mouth. “You’re getting out of here until I need you to get me outta here. This ain’t your shindig, it’s mine.”
The beast turned to Tobias, then to Kyla. Again to Tobias, back to Kyla, finally, the beast looked upwards towards the tower where Sei resided. Tobias did not have to be a telepath to know that the Mystic was giving his ‘pet’ a direct order, because the moss covered monster disappeared instantaneously. “That’s better.”
Tobias adjusted her long green hair into her green bandanna, her tanned skin covering up the fact that she was a Raiaeran elf. She reached into her pocket, withdrawing eight daggers, and placed one between each finger. She threw the weapons with insane accuracy, six of the blades flying around Timothy Gold’s body while the last two caught the youth in his right thigh. Tobias placed her hands on her hips and nodded at her handiwork, her blades hitting the barrier behind Gold and falling harmlessly to the ground. “Ouch, that’s gotta hurt. Dehlyn daggers’ll do that to ya, though.”
She smirked a little, not focused on whether or not Kyla had managed to dodge the explosion; the Mystic girl didn’t care for the elf thief anyways. “Alright Misery, let’s go ahead and get out of here before these shadows start coming back more.” Tobias pointed down to the small blackness under her form. The beast appeared without a second to lose and grabbed the elven warrior, letting out a mournful howl towards Kyla. The message was clear from the abomination; since he wasn’t a grandmaster or an enforcer for this Chamber, he could say it with as much effort as his plant-thing mind could produce.
He was telling her ‘Good Luck’.
((Gold, you’re being warned for powergaming in this chamber. If it happens again, you will be disqualified. No eliminations this round, but the sun is moving, giving some shade, just not a whole lot.))