"YOUNG LADY! RUN AWA-hghr...!"
"...!"
"...!"
Kierul and Aku's copy froze mid-practice dance completely taken aback.
The scream... that desperate shout cut short... wasn't that the voice of the untrustworthy coachman...?
As the master-attendant pair looked towards the window in shock – despite the late hour an unknown light source was making it brighter by the second...
"AKU, dodg...!"
"..."
*shove*
Kierul's eyes widened as thanks to her inborn heat vision skill she recognized what was coming and grabbed the masked boy copy's shoulders but instead of getting away with her, Aku's copy violently pushed her aside.
*CRACK* *WHOOOOOOOOO*
Less than a heartbeat later the window broke apart and a fire spell burst in, engulfing the masked attendant in a cone of fire upon contact.
*THUNK* *THUNK*