"You're such a fool, you're going to die!"  Alma snaps as he pushes past her.  She hates him, but he's so reckless it seems, she feels partly responsible for him now.  She jumps aside as he tosses more of those damned coins out onto the floor.  Seeing more of his magic, he goes from an inconvenience to more of a legitimate threat.  Suddenly she hears a very particular voice ring out from the crowd.<br/><br/>"Alma!  Alma help me," Duchess Addington shrieks, a beast quickly closing in on her.  Needless to say, a middle aged woman is not capable of out running such a thing.  Mrs. Addington was a pain at times, but she certainly didn't deserve to die.  Alma dashes a bit down the steps and snatches a potion from her belt.<br/><br/>"Look out Elise!" She yells as she tosses the bottle over to the scene.  It shatters against the ground and explodes with a flash.  The beast gets knocked against a wall and whimpers.  She takes another vile from her hip and throws it to the other woman.  "Pour it on the ground around you, it will make walls of ice.  They won't hold for too long, but I'll try and get things under control," she calls.  Elise nods, a bit overwhelmed, but obeys.  With that taken care of, she turns and sets out to get back to Flint.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she feels claws slash across her back.  She cries out and stumbles forward.  She turns to the beast angrily, feeling blood seep from her wounds.  The monster batts at her again, but she darts out of the way.  She slashes at it with her dagger,  leaving a thin gash across its face.  It howls furiously and lunges forward.  Knowing she can't overpower it, she runs off to the side and between two pillars.  The beast follows and crashes into the pillars.  The crumble on top of it, effectively trapping the creature as it snarls and nips.<br/><br/>Panting, she makes it back over to Flint just to see him disappear.  "Oh honestly," Alma groans, finding it increasingly hard to actually get ahold of him.  She swallows hard when she remembers the king and queen stand before her.  "Y-your highnesses, what is the meaning of all of this?  All this needless taking of life, why?  You were supposed to be kind rulers.  Forgive me for saying so, but I must question your methods of leading," she says shakily, trying to talk it through to perhaps diffuse the situation.