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Sailor Altair

"N-Newgrange."

"P-Paris."

She breathed a relieved inward and outward breath before repeating each of their names with a voice holding both gladness and a hint of being close to tears again. She really needed to kick the cry all the way out of her system and to focus more. Her crystal light probably did a little jig, too, as she swung her gaze in the direction of one voice to the other.

"I-I probably just have some bruises luckily," she replied thankfully when she was given her turn to be asked about her own condition and likewise didn't disclose much about it. She then walked carefully towards the light that moved in the general direction of Paris' voice and watched him attempt to open the door there. "I-I don't know if it may be of help, but in case it might I am pretty sure that if I aim at a target, I-I can shoot scalpels at it; and, I-I can manage shooting scalpels a few times."

As the number of visitors grew, the annoyance of the Scorpion they faced to could viewed by how quickly it was moving its long tail. At the end of that tail lay the barb that contained its venom. Though a normal scorpion’s venom would not send a healthy adult to the hospital, this was indeed much more than a normal scorpion. Judging by the collection of remains in its claimed ‘den’, no one wanted to find out just how painful its bite could be.

However, when Slievenamon blew her horn, the Scorpion did not seem to turn and face her. In the box of a room, it instead seemed to be slightly confused. Her sound was echoing along the walls causing light vibrations that the youma was picking up. But when it finally did settle on a target, it was not human at all but a cat. Arthur was going to the other side of the room and the hiss the creature let out showed how much it disapproved of this!

Tail coming up, the youma began moving its 8 legs after the feline, its barb now almost dripping with venom. It was just about to strike out at the feline when something pounced off its back. The lantern thrown by Aokigahara caused it to freeze in place and turn back around to the group. In its spin, one claw made a large sweeping motion towards Arthur contacting with several of the crystals in the room and sending sharp shards at the feline.

With Andronicus, Kairatos, Havasu, and Themiscyra all now running forwards, the scorpion swung out its other claw. But it was not looking to strike them all with a blow. Instead, with its claw open, it moved to grab hold of Andronicus before she could strike her with the mace. As Kairatos, Havasu, and Themiscyra headed for its legs, one had to wonder if the youma took tap lessons. Those eight legs, ends as sharp as knives, began moving quickly in an attempt to step on them. With each step, the ground shook slighting. One miss step and someone could end up on their behind!

Or into a pile of snow!

Cast by Varuna, the ground under and around it suddenly began to cover in a layer of snow. It was just enough that when one of the legs found the cold substance, it slipped, throwing the creature off balance along with anyone else around its legs. But now, with its legs out from under it, who wouldn’t want to try something?

But it wasn’t down and out yet. One claw went down in an attempt to right itself. Its tail though came forward towards the group remaining by the entrance! It lashed to strike Varuna, Falias, Nirvana, and Palatine.

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While all that was going on, the trio that had found themselves separated from the rest of the group were greeted with several smaller rocks and crystals falling into the hole they had come through. The move the youma they were lucky to have avoided moved, the loser it made some things above. But at least they had light!

As Paris tried to tug the door open, the rusted door knob popped out into his hand leaving behind a cracked hole in its place. Looking through it would only see more rock blocking their way!

But the door was old wood. Team work and force might be enough to at least get through the first barrier! Those rocks though were another story...

Dallol, Squire of Uranus

It didn't bother Dallol one bit at all when she arrived at the damaged building fashionably late while trailing behind the group that was heading in the same direction. If Corinth was going to look like death warmed over, she was going to stick close to him and do everything within her ability to make sure that the both of them got back in one piece.

Picking up one of the crystal fragments from the ground, she turned to look at Corinth, her hand still holding onto his without breaking contact the entire time. "Feeling better any?" They would figure out where the others had gone and join them as soon as they were able to. She needed to make sure that Corinth was alright first before anything else happened out here.

Havasu Falls, Squire of Pluto

Havasu was doing his best to plan out his move as he raced towards the giant arachnid but was coming up with bubkis. Just a general idea to tie the thing up. He shouted out a warning to the blue clad knight (Andronicus) who was in the path of scorpion's claw, "Watch out!" He wasn't able to do much more then that because soon he was dodging his own danger, the spindly legs. It was all he could do to keep out of their sharp range and then his footing went to hell in a handbasket.

One moment he was on stone, crappy, damaged as hell, eerie as all get out but solid under his feet except when the youma made the ground shake slightly but now... now he was on snow. His boots were not conditioned for snow! Hav's feet skidded out from under him and he landed on his a**, hard, and soaked his whole lower half. Luckily for him, he wasn't the only one who went down but so did the scorpion. As the magical snow dissipated the squire scrambled to his feet and tried to rope one of the creature's legs.

Sailor Altair

There were more rocks behind the door and Sailor Altair thought that again she'd almost be ready to cry some more. She wanted to throw a tantrum like a toddler and suspected perhaps it was regression she was trying to combat now, something she suddenly recalled reading about in a medical book. Instead, she resisted the urge to let out a frustrated sigh and charged at one of the side walls with very assertive steps but only halted and slowed the rest of her momentum when her open palm made a light smack of a sound as it pressed against the surface. She then pressed her whole figure the rest of the way against said wall to join her hand, particularly pushing her ear, cheek, and all accompanying parts following that side of her face in an attempt to observe if she might hear anything.

At least also in the process filled with barely contained desperation this was a comprise at quelling the childish tantrum that crossed her mind in that is was short of repeatedly knocking her head on the wall and whining until persistent tears and wails were unleashed. She turned over on the wall so her back was against it now, a bit of calmness regained more so in comparison to her head nearly being threatened to be convinced into and consumed by foolishness just the moment before.

"L-likewise, it's nice to meet you both as well," Altair replied with a smile sent in both their directions as a bit of brightness returned after the disheartening discovery that there were what looked to be lots of rocks to contend with behind the door. "Hmm, I-I'll try thinking about what would happen if I try to use my magic here," and then she sent another sweeping look at the room again with a slow turn of her head as she thought about what she has noticed about her magic and hoped her analysis at this point in time was still somewhat sound at least and wasn't largely her imagination going wild, "U-um, well, come to think of it, I-I recall now noticing the scalpels always head straight at the general direction of my target at the point I fired at and eventually disappear if they don't hit my mark but that's odd since there were quite a few obstacles at the time and a scalpel bouncing back should have happened by now I think. I-I'm, I think I'm pretty sure that all the scalpels eventually disappear though. Perhaps u-um I-I'm thinking now that it may pass through those that are not targets, that I'm not aiming at? But I-I'll keep trying to be careful when I use my magic."

She moved next to an available space to try and check the thickness of the rocks behind the door as she continued to reply to Newgrange. "To be able to shake the earth at any extent is amazing and can be surprisingly useful I think," she said and imagined in awe that went with a widening of her smile in fascination of what that was possibly like to witness in a different setting. And then she found herself asking as she went about her hopeful inspection of the pile of rocks, "N-Newgrange, perhaps, do you think these rocks can be shaken loose?" And then her gaze was drawn to darting at the door as well since her next question was for the most part an added reflex as a thought of more inspiration to consider, "P-Paris, oh, do you think we could use that door as an umbrella of sorts if we find a way to try to remove these rocks piled behind where the door stood?" She wanted out of here, she really wanted out of here, but at the same time she was battling herself not to lose her reason to pure franticness. Hopefully she still had some left in her at this farther a stage into this experience. And now she was presently shining her crystal light around in a continued check with more thoroughness if the rocks behind the door were not as thickly piled as they looked at a glance, pushing and pulling to see if any would come loose or if there was even a hole or a gap or multiple somewhere in the pile of them to look through.

Sailor Ananke

Ananke saw the shards flying towards the small little cat and she knew she had to act fast... She hadn't really tested out her abilities proper but she hoped they worked now. "Ananke portal!" She cried out and with a hand gesture opened a portal a little distance in front of Arthur in hopes that it would transport the shards.

With another hand gesture she opened another portal above the creature. To be on the safe side she ran over near Arthur to shield him if she had to.

As Centisima had moved in for the attack and distraction routine, so had many of the others. He was dodging limbs and maybe slightly regretting his overconfident charge forward. This thing was huge and looked nasty and he was pretty sure getting stung by a giant youma scorpion would not end well. But he still had his attack going and he had to use it.

He was near its back legs when snow swept across the ground and he swore, slipping sideways and hitting the ground roughly with his hip. “Damn it.” His hand pulsated with purple energy and he rolled closer as the scorpion struck out at the entrance with its stinger. One his knees, he used his attack, grasping with his venom claw at one of the youma’s back legs.