[Eyes narrowed briefly as that yell was loud enough for Arlecchino to catch it, slight twitch of fingers before that hand stilled and a breathe was taken.
There was acknowledgement of the glance and- well.
She picked up speed, posture lowered as the skirts of that dress flared out much like sparkling red wings. Footfalls eerily silent as she kept up with Benedikta, a hand lifting as Arlecchino leapt to catch park of the stair's railing and hauled herself up, jumping up along the side in her climb as the only sound were the slight creak from a bit of weight briefly rested on them.
Catching the rip of the roof, vaulting herself upwards and over, Landing on her feet in a low crouch- the atmosphere suddenly rather oppressively humid as she pulled moisture from the air around them to gather it closer, a few licks of crimson flames flickering here and there as she heated it up.
A group of six men in nice suits, the larger of them still holding the girl tightly by the wrist, at least stopping to continued dragging out of sheer surprise. The stolen bridge having time to wrestle her wrist away before taking a shoe off her own foot to jam the heel of it right into the larger man's side before she was knocked away and to the ground-
"Take care of her!" Voice strained, busying himself with the shoe as the other men were rushing forwards.
Well then.
Benedikta would likely get to see the stolen bride's work once at the roof, Arlecchino darting forwards to the first of the men as her hand caught him by the throat, throwing him downwards to be treated like a stepping stone as a knee thrust into the face of a man immediately behind, fingers curled into hair to add to the force.]
How pathetic.
[- Arlecchino's speedy movements caused the skirts of that red dress to flare, as if they were blood red wings propelling her forwards.]
CW: Violence getting started up in here (✿◕‿◕)ノ*:･ﾟ✧♪
There was acknowledgement of the glance and- well.
She picked up speed, posture lowered as the skirts of that dress flared out much like sparkling red wings. Footfalls eerily silent as she kept up with Benedikta, a hand lifting as Arlecchino leapt to catch park of the stair's railing and hauled herself up, jumping up along the side in her climb as the only sound were the slight creak from a bit of weight briefly rested on them.
Catching the rip of the roof, vaulting herself upwards and over, Landing on her feet in a low crouch- the atmosphere suddenly rather oppressively humid as she pulled moisture from the air around them to gather it closer, a few licks of crimson flames flickering here and there as she heated it up.
A group of six men in nice suits, the larger of them still holding the girl tightly by the wrist, at least stopping to continued dragging out of sheer surprise. The stolen bridge having time to wrestle her wrist away before taking a shoe off her own foot to jam the heel of it right into the larger man's side before she was knocked away and to the ground-
"Take care of her!" Voice strained, busying himself with the shoe as the other men were rushing forwards.
Well then.
Benedikta would likely get to see the stolen bride's work once at the roof, Arlecchino darting forwards to the first of the men as her hand caught him by the throat, throwing him downwards to be treated like a stepping stone as a knee thrust into the face of a man immediately behind, fingers curled into hair to add to the force.]
How pathetic.
[- Arlecchino's speedy movements caused the skirts of that red dress to flare, as if they were blood red wings propelling her forwards.]