"Flint!  Come on where are you? I-" Alma grunts with great effort.  Her gloves give little cover, so her hands burn from the flames.  She was far too inexperienced to use pyromancy like this.  She could hardly keep the flames from back firing in her, and yet, she decided to use it anyway.  Poor judgement t on her part, even if it was holding off the queen.  "Flint?" She calls out again and glances over to the side.<br/><br/>She gasps at the sight of Flint falling to his knees before the king.  This whole thing was all so overwhelming.  She had gone to a presumedly normal ball, but now within ten minutes she'd practically become an enemy of the crown and country.  She has always been an incredibly honest, law upholding citizen, but what do the laws even mean anymore when the monarchy turns out to be... like this.  "Ugh godammit Flint," Alma growls as she squeezes her hand shut to quell the flame.<br/><br/>She snatches her dagger and dashes over to the king, plunging it into his shoulder and yanking it out forcefully.  "I've already committed high treason today, what's one more strike against me?" She mutters.  She hoists Flint back up to his feet and pats his face.  "Hey, you okay?  Focus.  We need to just run for it, we can't fight these two!  Hurry up big guy, let's go," she all but pleads with him to give it up.  Whatever the king did, it looked like it really messed him up, and Alma wasn't trying to stick around to find out what else the royal pair could do.  Whether she liked it or not, she and Flint were sort of in this mess together now, and she couldn't bring herself to leave him behind.