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Drowning again? Honestly. This was becoming rather unpleasant.

His damon arm always acted weird in water. He disliked the feeling. He wouldn’t be escaping with it. How unfortunate. At least he had the enhanced strength to assist him. With the sheath Muramasa, Hades bashed the glass. He didn’t trust the lever, meaning he would not be using it. Thankfully, the glass gave away, falling in microscopic pieces on the floor.

Sigh.

Primary objective; find everyone.

Never mind, stop the twins from murdering each other. Adding to this frustration, Alessio stepped between the twins, attempting to stop them.

 

Crorie pulled the lever. The water drained from the tank, letting her breath once again. It probably would have been easier if she just did nothing and let herself drown. But for some reason, she chose to survive.

Alright, she still had her umbrella and war fan. She could get out. Whispering the language of the fairies, Crorie focused the red aura around herself, before walking through the glass. One of the many uses magic had. Transparency.

First thing she noticed was that Sherlock and Arsene were once again fighting.

Nothing unusual.

The swordsman, John wasn’t it, was walking over to the duo. Arsene had taken a couple steps back, but Sherlock looked like he was ready to punch him.

Ow, that looked like it hurt. John landed a blow first. Right to the jaw. Sherlock was now sprawled out on the floor, with John glaring over him.

 

He could only announce that he attempted to be reasonable. None the less, people like Sherlock would not listen to reason. He had been as patient as he could be, but that wasn’t enough to stop his attack.

“I want it noted,” Hades started, “I don’t care who started this conflict. Stop. Fighting. Now.”

Arsene paused… “Okay, Hades Irving.”

… How did he know that?

“Your name was above your container.” The thief explained.

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

“Now, please wait here while I go shout at Old Snake.”

… What?

 

Crorie quickly surveyed the situation. Sherlock had a good nosebleed, thanks to not blocking in time, and Arsene had a few bruises and several cuts. Both of them were bleeding.

She had listened to John and Arsene talking, even learning his true name.

Arsene smiled as usual, before turning away and skipping over to the one called Nathair. Or old snake, as Arsene called him.

Hades only looked at Arsene, back at Sherlock, and then asked. “Does he always behave like this?”

Crorie nodded. And yet, he treated her better than Sherlock did.