Agatha looked into Pearl's eyes with worry, still keeping herself in a crouch. Her muscles remained ready to spring, though it was more instinctually than not. That Pearl was confusing her for another was something to be concerned about. "<span style="color: purple">I'm not Angelo, Pearl. It's me, Agatha,</span>" she informed the woman softly.<br/><br/>Seeing everything else going on from a distance, Angelo watched as Gabrielle was doing... something. He wasn't able to tell exactly what she was doing, but that she'd lowered her goggles only raised more suspicion and distrust. She couldn't have been the one to kill Obscura, as she was asleep at the time, but that Gabrielle was killing others as well only told him he needed to stop it, at once. He slunk towards the magician, his cane being held with both hands like some kind of mace. His steps were silent, though the tension he felt made each and ever little sound that was made, either by himself, Gabrielle, or the voices from afar, who sounded vaguely like Camille, Arturo and Delilah. Even his heartbeat, though in all actuality inaudible, sounded like a drum in his own ears.<br/><br/>As soon as he was within range, Angelo grimaced and made a swing of terrific power and speed at Gabrielle, meaning to strike her in the side of the head with the golden knob and knock her unconscious. He'd kill her if he had to, but he silently beseeched to God for the mercy on both his soul and Gabrielle's that it would never come to such actions.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>