Chaos was unfolding rapidly, and Isla was only thankful that the Atheneum wasn't made of wood, or they might all end up as cinders. Throwing a chair at a wasp was a good idea - apparently. As was fire, but Isla's eyes widened as she noticed that her opponent hadn't quite died, and it was making a beeline for Samuel. Her fellow Ascended would be as susceptible to fire as she was, and alarm buzzed through her, blaring at her to warn him.
"Sam, duck!" she called, running by to grab up one of the chair legs that had splintered off when the bookmaker had thrown it. Feeling a sudden and strange surge of energy, Isla gripped the chair leg in one hand and the lantern in the other, darting across the room to swing at the wasp with the former.
Just as the queen emerged. "Watch out!" she called to the group, ducking low after her swing and hoping it had downed one of the minions, at least.
"Sam, duck!" she called, running by to grab up one of the chair legs that had splintered off when the bookmaker had thrown it. Feeling a sudden and strange surge of energy, Isla gripped the chair leg in one hand and the lantern in the other, darting across the room to swing at the wasp with the former.
Just as the queen emerged. "Watch out!" she called to the group, ducking low after her swing and hoping it had downed one of the minions, at least.
