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25/25 | Shiloh Beaumont (masked) | Daintily removes gloves

To what did he owe the pleasure, to be allowed blood before Thorne? In a way, it was almost a bother. Shiloh fluttered his lashes behind his mask at Melany's touch, fingertips on fingertips as he slowly removed his gloves.

"I really was hoping I wouldn't get my hands dirty tonight." he offered a delicate smile, sounding bored. "Well? Nothing? Silence? People really are fooli—."

He stopped when Autumn spoke, mouth flattening into a thin line. She'd be next. He shook his head with a sad, sad chuckle.

"Distractions aside, shall we dance?" he offered a small bow, straightening back up.

He dashed towards the man with a speed almost superhuman, fingers curled into a fist.

Shun kuroda 20/25 | Getting ready to rumble.

Shun turned towards Shiloh and rolled his shoulders a bit. He didn't bow. This wasn't a spar. And the one before him wasn't the real kid, from what he knew. Even so, the speed in which the other came rushing in at him was a bit surprising. It was a little too surprising. He didn't have as much time to react before he took the blow to his midsection.

Grunting from the impact, he stepped back, gritted his teeth and straightened back up.

Right. The one before him could very well be faster and stronger. That thought alone wasn't enough to have him back down. Having fallen completely silent at this point, he let out a slow breath and steeled himself.

25/25 | Shiloh Beaumont (masked) | Excuse me...?

His fist made contact, but it wasn't a joyous occasion. He frowned, actually, feinting to the left before dashing to the right, rubbing his knuckles with his other hand. It didn't hurt, but he worried about the condition of his skin. Ah, well, nothing a glamour couldn't fix.

He readied himself again, "Still no words? I can stop at any time you know." an apology and the display would be over. Well, groveling and Melany's mercy and it would be over. Exquisite beauty and absolute obedience were as valuable as gold in her court.

Oh, but what was this...? Shiloh tensed as the hand and turned, expression flying from shock to warmth. "Jamie...?" his voice was incredulous, his own hands grasping for the were's. In the heat of the battle, it may have been foolish to let down his guard, but when his opponent was a lowly worm...

"Have you been crying...?" No, he turned his attention completely from the battle at this point in a display of utmost sympathy. "Who hurt you?" his brow furrowed behind the mask as he skipped over Jamie's question. His eyes darted back to Shun for a moment as he divided his attention.

"Listen to me, it's dangerous here, get the ******** away from the fighting!" he let go of his hands now, turning back to the detective. "Can't you see he's ******** attacking me? Of course I'm fighting back."

"Or are you going to try and stop me...?" he threw the words over his shoulder like a parting gift as he rushed Shun again, this time aiming for his mask.

Shun Kuroda 15/25 | Being stubborn

Shun still had no words for Shiloh nor Melany. However, when someone else came in, calling out for the former to stop, he couldn't help but scoff at the lies that were soon being spewed.

"The Spinel lady ordered him to attack me. Feel free to fall for this doppleganger's lies if you so choose, though."

Naivety was a dangerous thing, and he didn't have the highest hopes for people when it came to things like this. While he said this, he didn't dare take his eyes off of his foe before him.

The masked Shiloh came rushing in again, aiming for his face. The detective managed to bring his arms up in time, not quite enough to parry the blow, but to avoid the direct strike in the very least. Pain throbbed through his arm as he moved in to retaliate.

Chel | 25/25 | Thorne No

Seeing the hand crunch under Thorne's grip and a sudden fistfight break out had Chel momentarily overwhelmed.

To call out "Shun!" was her first instinct as the man ws punched, but her second was to turn to Thorne and attempt to shove him off of Alois.

"What the hell man?" she grunted at Thorne (who she was beginning to suspect was not the real Thorne).

Then she went for the punch (it was really more of a run, tackle and AHHHHH all combined), but not to Thorne, no. To the lady calling the shots, Miss Spinel herself.

Jamie Delacroix | 25/25 | still pleading with Maskedloh

When Shiloh's voice softened and his touch had been kind, Jamie wanted nothing more than to believe him. "I'm okay..." he muttered, rubbing at his eyes beneath his mask with the one free hand he had left. The other was Shiloh's. "I-It wasn't anyone, don't worry." After all, now didn't seem like quite the time to question him about duplicates, at least not until Shun decided to make mention of it.

"Doppleganger...?" Conflicting information, of course. As if Jamie hadn't dealt with that enough this evening. Already he'd been told not to trust the detectives or professors or, well, anyone. "What does he-?" But Shiloh was gone, his words almost daring Jamie to interfere again.

Doppleganger... So, then, the Shiloh he met in the atrium-

Jamie had a choice now: believe Shun was the aggressor or believe Shiloh and his Spinel Lady were. How was he supposed to make that choice?

"Y-You have to stop!" he called after Shiloh, insides flipping when the attack made solid contact with Detective Kuroda's arm. It didn't stop him from running towards them. "Please! Please don't hurt each other!" This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He reached out again to grab Shiloh's arm.

Chel | 25/25 | Digging An Early Grave

Chel Craft did not regret things. Ever. She lived her life very in the moment, in each action of her life, and supported the actions she took regardless of where they took her.

Where they were taking her right now was A BIG MISTAKE.

And yet there she was, on top of a bleeding woman. She felt the electricity, but how could she know what was coming? (She was pushed off and stood up from the woman). How could she do anything but act the way she always did- without regrets? (The woman moved closer and Chel backed away a few steps as she did; it wasn't enough).

How do you know my name? was a question for hindsight.

"I don't really know what the ******** goin' on," she said honestly. Seriously someone needed to tell her. "But yer bein' a real d**k."

And this time, she went straight for Spinel's mask.

Lily Babineaux: 25/25 - Keeping aggressively to the sidelines, trying to get Jamie there too

Lily felt bad for the guy, she did, but Officer Smiles was putting his neck out for someone that, by everything she saw, had provoked was about to occur. She gave Eve a long glance, shifting uncertainly in the ruffles of her skirts. This was not her place to fight, not her place to speak, even as more voices entered the fray. Where others made a stand, Lily's ears flattened against her head, looking for places to exit before it got too far.

And then it all happened at once, like a fault line that suddenly and terribly shifted, like the crack of tendons and bones she'd heard at Blackfriar's when they'd maimed the bitten weres.

She was more than willing to shift and forget the way the sound scrapes against the inside of her skull, but there was Jamie, sweet Jamie, suddenly taking a stance where Lily would not. "Jamie, no, nonono," she murmured, reaching for the wererabbit with pale concern on her face. She jumped when the space near the Spinel Lady exploded in violence beside her, stumbling to move out of the way.

"Jamie, we have to go," she pleaded, a twinge of raw desperation that she didn't normally use tearing at the tone of her voice. She snatched for his wrist, with intent to ferry him back to Eve, to pack, to safety. From there, they could figure the rest out, but not here, not where there was blood to be had.