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"I didn't mean to-- Augh!" Amelia began to protest, only for her makeshift weapon to instantly be turned into bits. She stumbled back a step, desperately wishing she had a real weapon to contend with. She looked around helplessly; this was a library, the only thing she had to use would be if she grabbed books and threw them at him. Before she could do much else, the flat side of his glaive connected with her back, and the combination of her own momentum and the impact sent her skidding some feet and onto her knees.

Amelia pulled herself to her feet with a heavy wince, gripping her aching side. Siegell was still running at Rhys, swinging his glaive.

No real weapon, no armor... Amelia improvised as fast as she could, looking around wildly before going for the side of the room where she had pushed aside the books and shelves. She located the book cart, something that made having to re-shelve dozens of books much easier (given that carrying so many books was nigh-impossible and would make your back hurt like the dickens), and without another thought, grabbed the handle and set off at a full sprint for Siegell.

"Get away from him!" she screamed before crashing the metal cart right into his side.

Rhys looked behind him.

Yup, one angry... umm... that guy.

Rhys looked in front of him.

Yup, one wall. Imposing and annoyingly solid.

Hrrm...

Oh, wait. The jacket!

Rhys quickly struggled out of the red jacket he was wearing, hearing Siegell almost breathing down his neck and feeling a small -whiff-in the air from the blade of the glaive.

The next thing Siegell knew, all he could see was red as Rhys dived backward, letting the Wyvern Lord crash both body and glaive into the wall. The Bishop then picked himself up and opted to move in the opposite direction, pausing a split second to drag Amelia along with him.

Bramimond was very experienced with what some people would call 'tropes'. He knew, or could guess, why Siegell was there, and he knew that if he interrupted, it could end badly, not just for people's health, but for pride. So, Bramimond stood in wait, not yet interfering, but waiting in case he was needed.

However, that did not mean he was useless. Being an Archdruid meant that he had mastery over several kinds of Elder magic, summoning amongst them. So, Bramimond places his hands near eachother, in front of him, and began chanting eldritch words. A sphere of darkness appeared, and Bramimond unleashed it's might.

At Bramimond's beckoning, several skeletons, crafted from the might of Elder magic itself, appeared. Because of their increased number, they would be no good in a fight, so Bramimond ordered them to drop their weapons, and walk closer to Siegell and Rhys. They then began doing generic cheerleader moves, from jumping up and down and making gravelly cheers, to making a pyramid of fleshless bones, while the one on top cheered. All in all, it was a fairly pointless gesture, but he hoped it might distract Siegell enough for Rhys to get back on his feet, and maybe it would motivate Rhys and Amelia to greater heights of combat ferocity.

However, knowing Rhys as well as he thought he did, he couldn't help but offer a word of encouragement.

"RHYS! YOU CAN DO IT! BECAUSE YOUR DRILL WILL PIERCE THE HEAVENS!"

Bramimond smirked, and watched the show.

THAT b*****d BROKE MY CD!" Colm yelled as he saw it break into pieces.
He Walked away very angry at this, and then heard Brammiond shouting out "Your drill will pierce the heavens."
Walking next to him he shouted along with him.
"YES GO! DON'T BELIEVE IN ME WHO BELIEVES IN YOU BUT YOU WHO BELIEVES IN YOURSELF!!!!!"

(Love the qoute by the way Brammiond)

Rhys looked back, both at the skeletons and Siegell, unsure as to how much more trippy this evening would get.

"Sieg-who? Well, where should we go off to? Sooner or later, he might realize that red jacket isn't blood!"

"Jeez Louise! What is THAT?" Rei stared in awe as the insanity unfolded. "Man, this is crazy..." He couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, now what...." Rei was thinking just how to help out everyone else. "Got it!" He went back to the lighting, and set everything to focus on Siegell, giving him no way to see where Rhys and Amelia were. With as much done as he could accomplish from the distant sidelines, he vaulted out of the window onto the darkened dance floor, making his way to a door to the outside.

Colm couldn't see. Someone turned the lights down and pointed them at Siegell. And Colm didn't want to see him either. So he brought out his flashlight and tried to find Rhys and Amelia to help them with there "cornered." problem.