RAISE HELL --- keona, quill, bryn

[SÉAMUS]

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"How very frightening," the faerie lamented wrly, a wicked gleam dancing in his eyes.  Children in most cases were a no-go on Séamus's hit lists.  In this case, he felt willing to make an exception, if only he did not have to deal with her father.  Said father played with cheap tricks, just like him.

As such, the Irishman barely flinched, ignoring the sting in his eyes and dropped low to a crouch, and rolled.  A second later he rose to his paws, blinking at Keona in surprise at the sudden wind.  Air elementals? Since when?  Focus.  Watch out. Séamus knew shielding Keona physically was not an option, not on a two-on-two situation.  If Bryn had fewer powers perhaps, but he had to focus on one opponent.  She'll be okay.  Kid's not in full control of herself.  Nor was, he admitted, Keona.  Unfortunate, although it made things more even.

"You're not stopping us.  I'm taking her home," the pirate replied coldly.

With bared teeth, the vulpine aimed to hit Quill with a blast of electricity.  A stunning blow, ideally, while he kept low to the ground, prepared to move.  ... Think of rain, Sibi.  A hopeful guess.

"word of mouth there's a snake in the garden" —-- Séamus Ó Faolán