Flint grunted and skidded to a stop, nearly falling backwards when Alma jumped out in front of him. He glared at her, slightly appalled by her words. He shoved her aside, and continued up the stairs. "You can flee if you want, but I'm not letting the queen keep what ever that stone is!" He shouted out over his shoulder as he climbed further up the steps. He stopped only briefly, halting when a small girl cried out, clinging to her mothers skirts in fear as the beast cornered them. Flint toss a few more coins into the crowd below, activating them as they hit their marks. Several beast yowled in pain, as barbed vines curled around them, halting them from their attacks. That probably wasn't the best thing to do, seeing as that earned the attention of the king and queen.<br/><br/>Flint cursed his stupid good heart, as the queens eyes flashed, and a dark light shot out of the stone, making him jump out of the way, narrowly avoiding his head being blasted off his shoulders. The wall the blast hit had a portion of it disintegrated, leaving only dust and rubble. Flint stared wide eyed at it, and then turned back to the queen, who seemed to find his fear amusing.<span style="font-style: italic">Yeah, that stone REALLY needs to not be with her!</span>He rolled to his feet, and pulled out simple bronze ring, slipping it on, and standing his ground. The royal watched him in amusement.<br/><br/>"Darling, who is this man," the king asked, eyeing flint up and down. The queen leaned against him, and ran her hand along his chest. "According to him, a representative of Cromwell's, but I suspect that's a lie. After all, a Cromwell servant wouldn't be wearing such poor clothing." Flint grunted at the remark. That was just rude. These were his best clothes!<br/><br/>"Hey! These are my best clothes, thank you very much,"he said, catching the two off guard just long enough for him to spend the spell in the ring, vanishing from sight. Amalia growled in frustration "That's illegal use of enchantment, little rabbit!"