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>Dive towards the witch and dropkick it from above.
Lucinda’s Soul Gem, when she is transformed, becomes a sideways fang-shaped pearl that stays under her left eye. Even looking down she can’t see it directly- but its faint light weakens when it gains impurities.
She may have just killed Rita.
The Fucknado starts going up the stadium as it shifts; she won’t think about that for now. It’s not that it doesn’t shock her. It’s not that she doesn’t feel pain or guilt or sorrow or despair, no. Right now, at this very moment, there’s simply no time to grieve - and you won’t ever find Lucinda Newhorn wasting time.
She can despair later when it’s all said and done.
Under the Witch, slowly but surely, the angle of the floor is going from ‘horizontal’ to ‘vertical’, gaining a few degrees each time a Familiar slips down. The public, Lucinda observes, is still spared this shift in gravity, but whenever one of the Familiars on the stage would fall into the stands, among the seats, something very weird happens: they get sucked by the hole in the ceiling.
The lights, twinkling, finally go off. The floating circus as a whole also is losing height as there aren’t enough balloons to keep it in place anymore. The cheers had become broken howls with no symphony, and on the field, the tables with humans, heavy, were losing ground as the Familiars there hanged to them for dear life. The crosses, stabbed to the floor, remained in place; Jimena’s father quietly stared as the circus fell-
right behind the Witch.
It had been struggling. The ‘bear trap’ digging into her flesh was serving as an anchor until the angle grew too sharp. As the haphazard chunk of metal began sliding it began pushing her down, and now the Witch’s wings, like claws, scratch the floor with what fear despair incarnate can spare. But the circus kept on shifting. The Witch turns around, looking for a way out, then up again for somewhere to cling to- but what it finds is Lucinda Newhorn’s dainty feet ringing shockwaves into its head, spreading pure force through its whole body, a dropkick that made even the steel under it reverberate-
>>ರೃ (M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 63 = Success)<< (Dropkick the Witch.)
-and then send it all bouncing away.
>>ರೃ (M8 Physical Affinity £ Roll: 70 = Perfect Success)<< (Push the Witch out of the Circus.)