The king yelled out, his spell breaking as Alma's blade dug in, stalling him for now. The pain in Flint's head dulled, and retreated slightly, giving him room to breath and think. He looked up to Alma, with glassy eyes, and groaned, shaking his head. Now that he could think he glared up at the king, still reeling from the literal blade in his back, and brought his hand to his neck, yanking at a leather cord, and pulling it enough to break it free. Flint held it up, producing with it an old beaten up shilling, bearing the emblem of the previous royal house. The coin was useless, bearing no value under the current monarchy, and only held sentimental value now. Flint stared at it, loath to use it, and for a second he almost didn't, but the sound of the queen now turning towards them with malice, and rage burning in her eyes snapped him to his senses. He turned to Alma and grabbed her hand, pulling it away from his face.<br/><br/>"Miss Alma, I need you to keep the queen busy, just a bit longer. Please. If you do I can get us both out of here."He said, standing, and pulling with him Alma." Just a while longer. You've got those potions, use them." He let her go, not waiting for an answer as he vanished again, using the ring one more time, hoping his plan would work. He didn't like leaving Alma to the mercy of Amalia, but he needed to.<br/><br/>The Queen snarled as he disappeared once more, and glared at Alma. She bared her teeth in frustration and raised her clawed hand the stone was in, twirling it in her beastly grasp."Looks like the little rabbit left you, but don't worry. He'll be dead soon, just as soon as I finish with you." She went to bring the fist down, but a weight landed on her back, making her stumble a few feet back, and grunt, Flint reappearing latched on to her arm and shoulder. Flint knew he could be reckless, impulsive, and on occasion, crazier then a hatter, but he wasn't stupid. Or at least he didn't think he was stupid. Most often his plans worked, so he couldn't be an idiot, but now his confidence was waning as he stared into the red eyes of the queen. Oh this was a bad idea.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">This was a stupid idea!</span>He grunted as she shook him. Well, it was too late now, so with a final prayer to what ever god would listen, he twisted his body, and grabbed for the stone, barely managing to grab hold of it as he jump away from the queen reach. Landing with a grunt at Alma's feet, Flint looked down into his hand, staring at the stone in amazement. He didn't have time to gloat, though, as the queen was bearing down on them now, frantic to get the stone back. With a scramble, Flint grabbed hold of Alma, and held the coin tightly in his hand, forcing the magic to break free, and sending the two of them away in a burst of white light.<br/><br/>When the two of them opened, they were standing in the middle of Flint's home, miles away from where the party was being held. Flint stared down at Alma, and sighed. "That was certainly an adventure..." It was said without humor, or energy, and one look at the man you could tell he was exhausted.