((This happened like... *months* ago. In January. I was going through old files and found the rest of it, and felt horrible I hadn't ever put it up. I'm so sorry D! T_T))


Seeing that hand go for Lydia, Erin's mouth opened to emit a squeak as a hand went towards her thigh, searching for the gun she kept hidden. It was a little harder wearing her jacket, and as she pulled at the bottom of her peacoat hands grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her back. An instinctive kick behind her was the best she could do.

The hand on Lydia's throat gave a squeeze, causing her mouth to part as she tried to take in some air - something that wasn't happening so easily. Reaching up to grab at that hand, pale blues narrowed a bit when she saw Erin and the men behind her. Only then did the reality of the situation sink in, as well as instinct. Teeth grit, her eyes started glowing, her skin heating up as the temperature around her rose considerably. That hand was then quick to move away as the man stepped back, giving a startled yelp of pain.

The one Erin had kicked stumbled a little, loosening the grip he had on her arms enough for her to give a twirl and pull one free. It was a good thing she had been watching Issy and Alain as she had been, because she was going to need it now. The second man started in towards her and eyes darted a moment. No way she was getting to the gun quite yet... no.. so she took the risk of tossing a kick at guy two's stomach. Her loss of balance that followed allowed the first guy, who had regained himself, to advance on her again. She tugged at her second arm, trying to get it free, but he just pulled her closer. Free hand didn't know what to do, so it flattened and delivered a hard smash to his nose. Shock and pain caused him to let her go to fall on the pavement, scraping arms on the cobbles. The second guy had regained and was moving in on Erin as she scooted back, trying to get to her feet.

The man behind Lydia was ignored completely as she started a sprint, fast as she could towards Erin to approach her from behind. Eyes glowed a more brilliant white then, as she lifted a hand, aiming it towards the man advancing in on her sister. "Melito!" The incantation came through clenched teeth, and as soon as it had come out, several fireballs gathered and formed in the air and were sent hurtling his way, mostly in the area around him, rather than directly at. Even now, killing someone was not her goal.

That gave Erin enough time to get up and move behind Lydia. Her elbows were getting a bit bloody, but nothing too bad. Now, with some time, she could get the gun out and hold it tightly. It was very unlikely an unarmed man, or one with a knife was about to advance in on the sisters now, huh? She turned her back to Lydia, keeping them back to back so that she could face the burnt man without leaving either her or Lydia's back unguarded. She figured Lydia would do better with the pair than she could. The guy that was advancing, however, wasn't pleased. Not burned to a crisp because, well.. he was smart enough not to walk into the fire, his hair was quickly singed off. He dropped to his knees, patting at his head to stop the sudden flames. Broken nose guy was cradling the bloody mess that was once a rather attractive nose. "Let's get out of here," he grunted before he started stumbling back and away from the pair, eyes narrowing on Lydia. The burning man was too busy catching on fire to move, quite yet.

The man that was burned before was still in a bit of shock, his unburned hand grasping at the wrist of the burned. He made no move to run, but he wasn't advancing either. Lydia frowned deeply at the man who was trying to keep himself from going ablaze. She hated to hurt people, she really did. Back still against Erin's, still glowing eyes were kept on the pair in front of her, watching carefully, ready to react again if needed. Frown deepened a touch, a thought or three flashing through her mind. "...can't just.." A pause, a bit surprised at her rough, quiet voice. "...leave them to do this.. to anyone else." Furrowing her brows, she lifted a hand to touch it to her throat.

That surprised Erin. Maybe Lydia should have patrolled. She nodded a bit, eyes still on the man in front of her. "What then?" She wasn't scared anymore, but a little panicked. This was her first random attack... other than that one time... yeah. The hand with the gun was shaking a little, and she used her other arm to steady it. If Lydia was going to stop the broken nosed guy, she should hurry because he was starting to choke on his own blood and therefore was at a jog. The fire guy stopped his swatting and seemed alright, even if his head was a little burned. He got to his feet, slowly, and was backing away, eyes wide.

Fighting in general was something Lydia was not good at. She shook a little too, panic, adrenaline... she was acting on instinct before, now that was gone she was full of uncertainty, doubt... A little step back, pressing closer to Erin's back then. Shimmering eyes darted back and forth between the pair in front of her, settling on the jogging one. Wouldn't do to let him get away would it? A quick bite of her lp as her hand shot out once again. "Litofeit!" It came out as a course, urgent whisper laced in panic. Then? That pair started to levitate off the ground, flailing about in panic. She kept her gaze and concentration on them, then finally answered Erin's question. "..don't know.."

It was fully dark then... and she was straining to see. No stores in the area, nothing open.. and Erin didn't actually carry rope around with her, now did she? A frown, then, just a purse of lips. "You think if you shot some fire into the air, the guard would come?" So much doubt in her voice. ...this was the guard we are talking about... the levitating men, however, they were flailing about. It wouldn't be surprising if one or both had wet themselves. Cries rang out, echoing against the building.

"...like... a flare? Yeah.. I'll try.." Lydia knew not all of the guard was bad. Some were, but not all.. Frowning, one hand was held out, aimed at those two men in the air. It had been a while since she had to use her magic like this, so it was a bit of a strain. It felt different too, something she had to get used to. Free hand then lifted into the air, a word was murmured, and then a fireball was shot upwards into the sky, illuminating it, then fading away.

"Yeah.. a flare.." Erin smiled as she watched the flare go up. Eyes focusing on the man she's holding hostage again. Yep. Deep breaths as she waited. Ragged and quick. Another pause... and there was the sound of feet. Pitterpat, pitterpat. They were boots running their way. Guardsmen, all in uniform suddenly appeared from around the corner, coming up behind the man Erin was holding. They paused, eyes roaming over the situation, trying to get a hold of what was happening.

It must have been an odd sight. Her and Erin standing there, back to back. Two men floating in the air, one burned, one bloodied, and another man holding his arm, looking rather confused himself. Hearing those steps, Lydia turned away from the levitating men, and when she saw the guard, she relaxed somewhat, glowing eyes dimming down as those men in the air were dropped roughly to the ground.

"They robbed us." Erin spoke first, waving the guard over with a hand, gun still held up. She waited for them to draw weapons and handcuffs before letting it fall. She slumped a little, though her guard wasn't totally down. Heaving breath as the adrenaline started to wane.

"..tried to.." Correcting Erin, softly. Still a little shaky, she slumped too, using that lean against Erin for support, since they were still back to back. She took a deep breath in, holding it for a few moments as the glow in her eyes faded, and slowly exhaled. She watched as the guards handcuffed the men, and even had to use a bit of force in restraining them. They wasted no time in moving, not a word of concern to the girls as they hauled the baddies away. "...yeah.. we're find.. thanks.." Dryly spoken, her brows furrowed a bit.

Erin slumped back against her sister too. Sighing, a hand went to touch the cuts on her elbow gently, pulling back to look at the blood there. "Are you... fine?" Softly said to her sister.

Lydia blinked. Gods, she hadn't even thought to ask her own sister that! A lean forward to straighten out, stumbling somewhat with Erin's weight on her. She kept her footing though, and turned her head a little. "..yeah.. I'm fine.. what about you?"

"Scraped my arms.. nothing major." The other elbow was inspected now. Erin pushed off, standing straight finally. A shuffle as her gun was put away. Slowly she turned to look at Lydia.

When Erin straightened, Lydia turned, pale blues moving over her sister carefully, inspecting her, particularly her arms. Brows furrowed a bit at the sight of blood on her, before glancing back to her face. Lydia didn't have any noticeable wounds, aside from the bruising starting to form around her throat.

"Your throat..." Erin touched hers lightly, partially in sympathy and partially at the thought of her own neck being like that. A little fidget. "Should we go eat?" Hesitant, but Erin wasn't too keen to remain where they were... especially in the dark.

A blink then, as Lydia shook her head. "It's nothing..." Arms wrapped about herself as she glanced around, brows still faintly furrowed. Their conversation before, the events that just transpired... all so much to take in at once. Though food, continuing on with their plans, that might be a good distraction. Details of the night could be sorted out later. "..ah..sure.."

Erin wanted to say a lot of things. Ask, thank, etc, but her main goal was to get somewhere lit and away from here. She grabbed for Lydia's hand as she started walking, wanting that closeness for the moment. Or at least the assurance that she wasn't alone.

Sometimes, gestures spoke so much more than words. A very faint smile touched her lips, briefly, when Erin took her hand. She gave a little squeeze to it and started walking along with her. This time in silence, much more mindful of their surroundings.

Yeah, Erin was also paying way more attention. Ripped coat, bloody arms, and an adrenaline jolt will do that to a girl. Her pace picked up, just a touch, as she led them towards the takeout place.