Playful Doctor Blanche led this celebration around the spacious parlor, around the dancing flame, bounding from chair onto table to outmaneuver pursuit and ride the wave of revel forward. It were the voices of sense and reason made to look foolish, as the soaring spirit of the moment turned against them, and pushing through this folly Danae was met with violence.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Danae takes a bit of damage</div><div class="spoiler_body">Danae takes just 1 damage from an unarmed strike.<br/></div></div><br/><br/>But Danae's strength came as some surprise, and the violin tore from Doctor Blanche's taunting fingers with a discordant shriek. The jovial spirit left Doctor Blanche, finding herself in a crowd of freed prisoners and the music's hold on them gone.<br/><br/>It was then the storm picked up in earnest, and if Doctor Blanche screamed as masked lunatics dragged her in manacled hands and ragged fingernails, the sound was drowned by a deafening clap of thunder. Whatever dark fortune protect the lonesome asylum was vanishing as surely as Doctor Blanche's command, and the walls rattled, the gnarled trees beyond broke like muskets firing.<br/><br/>The hatred of those lunatics for their unmasked captor was singular. Doctor Blanche's face went purple in fruitless effort to twist free.<br/><br/>"Let them kill her," Emma La Berche croaked, her voice so dry and weary.<br/><br/>"Stop!" Zoe protest. "This is most heinous!"