Colin and Trevor were busily making their way around the boat, discreetly looking out for Ywoth. Kelly and Warren were also searching for Ywoth, together.
‘You look nice,’ said Warren. ‘Thank you,’ she said, but didn’t know what he was talking about.
‘If only the-’ he stopped.
‘What?’
‘I just spotted Ywoth, I think he’s with Mischia.’
Kelly turned to the direction he was looking in and saw the receding figure of a well-built man, following a woman, but couldn’t tell if it was Mischia or someone else.
Warren set off in pursuit, and Kelly headed to where Justine and Carissa had said they’d be, and found them sitting on the floor, meditating, by the ladies toilets.
‘Warren found Ywoth,’ she announced.
‘Really?’ Carissa stood up. ‘Where?’
‘Going towards the bar.’
Carissa left without another word, and Kelly looked at Justine.
‘Alright, well, sit down.’ Justine started ‘I’m putting a restrictive bubble of energy around the-’
Two terrified women ran screaming from the ladies toilets, and Kelly went to meet them, Justine stood up, and followed.
‘What’s wrong?’ she asked, holding the terrified blueeyed woman in a red dress, by the shoulders.
Mischia planted herself firmly where she was standing and touched her necklace; a bubble of energy appeared around her body, while Ywoth grabbed the terrified waiter’s neck, and was about to absorb his energy, when Warren walked in, and sent a bubble of reflective energy to the space between Mischia and Ywoth, so that the energy would be reflected back to the waiter.
Ywoth saw Warren and was instantly angry, his energy field became a violent swirling mass of reds.
Warren put a blue protection bubble around himself and sent bubbles of energy around Mischia and the waiter, then began to walk towards Ywoth, who was trying to make himself invisible.
At that point, Mischia picked up the waiter and threw him across the room at Warren.
They both fell to the floor, and Ywoth momentarily looked at her in surprise, then took her hand and ran out of the room, sending a blue wave of blue energy from his throat, into space.
‘Party’s over guys, lets go,’ he communicated.