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Vivi peers at her closely. Then, a mischievous smile spreads across her face from cheek to cheek. Speaking of cheeks, she turns around, bends over slightly, and lifts her short skirt to reveal a pair of orange panties with the image of a cat's face right over her bum. "I guess it's a little short, if you wanna be a weird prude about it, but then why were you looking?"

Red nearly as vibrant as her hair feels Anastasia's cheeks as they puff out in anger. "Y-You are... an improper lady!"

"Ouch. That stung. I'll never recover after hearing that."

Once again, she shakes her head. "I don't know how you can wear something like that outside of your own home, but it doesn't matter. I won't be distracted. Your ally is still trapped, and while you've subdued mine as well, you have nowhere else to run. You're about to hit the wall."

"My eyes are up here," she teases.

"I'm not looking at your... behind!"

"Maybe not, but you should be looking at my hands," she says. She then turns back around, and her spell is already completed. Quickly, she throws her hand right into Anastasia's face and calls out, "Flare!" as a blinding light flashes before the cleric's eyes.

The redhead reels back and brings her arm over her eyes. She stumbles around, disoriented.

This is more than enough time for Vivi to maker her escape. She hurries over to another corner, past the sheep, and raises up her hands for yet another spell. "Time to face the power of transmutation yourself, cleric."

"You're out of your element, witch." Slowly, the girl recovers from the blinding. She turns to face Vivi with hard-blinking eyes. "And I'll never fall prey to your Polymorph."

"A true mage is never out of their element. Take this! Object Animation!" With two hands up like claws, magic rises from her body and seeks its target. Of course, that isn't the cleric. It swirls off and towards the door they first came in through. "Hold on tight, Mela. I'll get you down as soon as you can."

"... It is f-fine," Mela mutters. "Ignore me. F-Focus on the fight."

"You'll be helping me regardless." She turns to the puppet body of Mela in the corner, and watches as it begins to rise. Like a zombie, it stumbles to its feet, though with vacant eyes and without any hint of life inside. Instead, magic is what's moving it, like a marionette with invisible strings. "Don't worry, cleric. This isn't necromancy."

"I know that," Anastasia mutters. "Still, it feels wrong."

"Icicle!" Vivi shouts with two fingers forwards. Mana runs down her arm, and after forming into a shard of ice, it fires towards her opponent.

The spell shatters like glass over the cleric's shield, but then she turns to face the rampaging Mela-doll. She takes a fist to the side of the head before she can reel backwards into a defensive position.

"Now who can't cast?" Vivi taunts. "You shouldn't have challenged us in such a small room."

Anastasia has **** but to face the animated object fully. She stares into the puppet's empty gaze and swings, cracking the shoulder before raising her shield to block the next attack. They remain locked in combat for a moment--one that lasts too long for the cleric's liking. With a thrust of her shield, she at last causes the body to careen backwards into the wall, and at least for now, remain on the floor. She then looks around, but her face turns to panic when all she can see is the sheep.

"Where'd you go?!" she asks sharply.

"Baa," says the sheep.

Finally, her eyes turn upwards. She looks up in horror at the panties staring back at her.

Vivi is pressed up against the ceiling, having cast the Fly spell on herself during the chaos. She's been waiting--casting. While manipulating the environment may prove to be tricky given the material it's made from, and the control Nae has over the area, she hasn't let this disadvantage bring her down. She has more spells than that. With two hands up, or rather down, she aims towards the ground with legs spread apart. She grins wide as she throws the spell straight down at the girl beneath her, shouting, "Gravity Wave!"

The spell itself is hardly visible outside of faint wobbling waves through the air, but the effect is certainly felt. In an instant, the cleric crashes to the ground as the **** pins her down. She shouts with pain as the intense increase in gravity crushes her, and keeps her down as the wave doesn't yet cease. In the same moment as she's hit, Anastasia's hold on Mela fails. The initial strike was the worst of it, but now she's keeping her in position.

Though after a few moments longer, the spell disappears, and Vivi comes floating down beside her ally.

While she may be a ghost, she still seems winded. Mela smiles at her saviour. "Th-Thank you," she mumbles quietly.

"We're not done yet," Vivi says. "And sorry about your body."

"It is not too damaged, and we can worry about repairs after we are finished here."

"Then let's hurry up so we can find the others as soon as possible."