Corrupt her? Amarisse has her heart in the right place! Besides, trying to corrupt your employer's grand-daughter can lead to some interesting consequences...
Here, take a ramble.
There was a crack and a bang as a group of people suddenly appeared on the rocky coast. One of them, an elderly woman wearing a torn knit-jumper and some baggy jeans, staggered slightly with blood pouring liberally from her broken nose. The lanky redhead boy nearly tripped as he went to steady the old woman, only to be idly batted aside with a sharp "Off me, boy," as she fumbled for her wand. For a while, there was silence.
Sylvester broke the pause, rubbing his shoulder where Dorothy hit it. "W-...We're going back for Tom, right?" he asked tentatively. Dorothy pointed her wand at her nose and muttered something, the cartilage snapping back into place. She rubbed the blood from her upper lip and left a crusty smear. Two other people, a large dark-haired man sporting a beard and a gaunt, long-faced lady with ebony skin were busy fixing their own myriad of cuts and bruises with odd poultices from bottles. "We can't leave him with the manticore Madame, we've got to go back!"
The gaunt woman piped up in agreement. "Dorothy, Tom's shield charm won't hold up much longer. If we do not act swiftly, he may end up dying out there." The dark haired man said nothing and scrubbed at a gash on his forearm with an old dishcloth. Dorothy sighed, pacing up and down the pebbled beach uncertainly. Her eyes flitted from rock to rock whilst her mind whirred with activity.
"That manticore is too bloody strong," she growled in anger, "but I'll be damned if I don't get my Tom back safe and sound. We're not losing another one this year, not this time, not again." Dorothy rolled her sleeves up and took a quick swig of some potion attached to her belt. "Bjorn, get ready. I want a bombardment spell on that scaly bastard the MOMENT we apparate back in. Risachi, use your speed to grab Tom and apparate the hell out of there. Sylvester, cover them until they're out....then help me and Bjorn kill the beast." Dorothy didn't bother looking at Sylvester's hurt expression. She knew that, in any other situation, she would try to save the manticore...but they had no choice. It crossed a line that should never be crossed. The man called Bjorn nodded, rising to his feet and grabbing Dorothy's arm.
With a crack, the group of wizards disappeared, leaving spots and smears of blood on the beach.
