Angelo heard and then saw the image of Gabrielle again, having turned around. Though he knew that it could just be another illusion, he had to make sure. If he didn't at least make sure she was real before striking her down, it would be more time wasted. So, instead of swinging his cane at her, Angelo made a thrust with the butt of it towards her stomach. Again, it swirled into mist. Dammit. Gabrielle knew that he was after her, but he was going to continue being harassed and distracted by these apparitions until she struck again, and, more than likely, killed him as well. It was then that he heard something very harsh come from behind him. Looking back in the direction of the ferris wheel, Angelo could make out a few figures after taking a few more steps in the structure's direction. He saw that Delilah was pointing a gun at someone, and he made a gasp. The last thing he wanted was more death, and so he decided to aim for subdual at this point.<br/><br/>Drawing one of the larger rockets from under his coat, Angelo placed it in the palm of his hand, fingers held in a way so as to guide the rocket and make it go as straight as possible. The rocket was filled with a blend of volatile chemicals to make quite a magnificent explosion, but the worst it would do is cause a few burns and knock them over. Hopefully, it would blind them all, especially Delilah, with her gun. Holding it up to his lips and sparking it with his breath, Angelo ignited the fuse.<br/><br/>In just about a second, as the fuse was quite short, the thing shot out from Angelo's hand. The sparks that scattered about his face itched for a little bit and made him sputter, but it was nothing that he couldn't bear. Perhaps a couple of seconds and he would be back to normal. The rocket sped off in the general direction of the figures he could make out, reaching somewhere between Camille and Delilah, just a couple of feet before them as it made the initial burst. It was loaded with magnesium, making the dazzling explosion shine painfully bright. There were another three, smaller explosions that split in other directions, though they were nowhere near as bright as the first one, being a royal violet color.<br/><br/>Her instincts told her that she should have run, but Agatha just couldn't. Pearl was one of the few among the troupe who would actively spend time with her, to talk, to be a shoulder to cry on, and she just couldn't get herself past that fact. She stood behind Pearl to help her to her feet.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Come, you will be safe with Adrian and I,</span>" Agatha said in an attempt to be reassuring, although it was evident in her voice that she felt far from assured herself. "<span style="color: purple">We need to go, and fast. People are dying, Pearl.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>