Goretti had really been trying to keep people away from Castor, but it wasn't really fair when they got to teleport right in. His eyes were wide at the sound of Aptera's scream, but he fought to keep from getting distracted.
He had not used his magic—not once, tonight—so he was super charged and ready to go.
All of these people were dangerous, but he focused on the General that had attacked Altair—the one that could just teleport away and go wherever he wanted.
Goretti figured he oughta stay put, so he pointed his finger at Benitoite and shouted, "Goretti Glue Pool*!" A puddle of glue immediately began to pool beneath the General, and Goretti ran to Altair. "—Are you all right?"
His head shot around—there were senshi fighting senshi, and knight versus nega…
And he didn't know where he fit in, but he knew he didn't want to see Altair lose a starseed, and even if he wasn’t the strongest enemy, he knew he wanted to stick together and do what he could to give Castor all the time he needed.
Which, judging by the chill in the air and the shards of hail pelting the battle ground, seemed like a good idea.
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*Super Sailor Scout Attack: Goretti Glue Pool A puddle of glue roughly two feet wide sprouts from beneath the target's feet and remains for twenty five seconds. Up to two people can be targeted at once now; the target(s) will find it exceptionally difficult to ply their feet from the ground, and should they manage to free themselves from the glue puddle (as it can be done, more often than not by higher level characters) each following step will also be hindered by the clinging glue. After thirty seconds, the glue turns to dust and loses all of its sticky properties.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 2:17 pm
Turmoil spread across the battleground. On one hand, fires from the greater youma. On the other, Castor's hail, pummeling youma and agents alike. While his allies seemed to have the benefit of safety from the hail, the chill was cold enough to combat the burning heat of the Greater Youma.
It was not a battle you wanted to be caught in the middle of—and yet, here they were.
The forces of Order fought diligently, and they should be rewarded.
Only, victory is not always beautiful.
Certainly, they should be proud—the forces of Order had proven that they could use the environment to their advantage even when magic failed. Crystals, scales and rocks beat upon the Greater Youma. Its flames might have protected it from others getting too close, but against fireproof objects? They might as well have been little bullets shooting out at it. The stray weapons and magic hit with unyielding accuracy—and lasers and cat scratches were leaving their marks.
Even its fire could not protect it. Slowly, but surely, they whittled it down. The dragon's stomach split open, and black blood oozed everywhere. Castor's hail was a perpetual rain upon it, and despite its size it was not long before the constant pummeling—above and below—was causing it supreme distress. Its limbs were sliced. Its tail dragged along the ground limply. Its head hung low and it seemed to be gasping for breath. Small bursts of flame occasionally sprouted from its mouth, and its acidic blood frothed from its wounds. It flailed, snapping at a senshi here, a knight there. A few youma got caught between its teeth and fell limply.
The Greater Youma nearly collapsed into the barrier of golems, but it missed—instead, it simply scooped Paris up into its mouth.
It didn't seem to know that he was there. The beast's breath was acrid, but its oozing, toxic saliva seemed to have mostly dried up; it was probably the only reason the poor page didn't melt away.
But it wasn't giving up just yet. Even as the life seemed to leave its eyes, in one last great act, it bellowed. Its second wind—its final wind—was fleeting, but effective. It hovered over Laurelite and flapped its wings with so much force that everyone around the General Queen was thrown back.
But she wasn't.
She was too strong—but she was injured, herself. Things were slow to piece together.
It was just another attack to her.
She didn't see the dragon propel into the air. She didn't see it shoot fireballs across the battlefield.
She didn't see its body fall limp.
She realized something was wrong, though—and her face contorted, slowly, into one of confusion.
Of slow realization.
Her eyes were locked in the empty space where the Celsus, Centisima and Corvus had been fighting her even as the dragon's wind flung them backwards.
Right until the flaming beast's body landed atop of her.
The creature, even without its scales, weighed so much that a violent shockwave appeared when it landed, and a crater split the ground where it hit.
The Greater Youma's body lay still, unmoving.
Laurelite's aura flickered.
The sudden surge of Chaos from outside the fiery barrier made it impossible to detect energy signatures. Youma were suddenly everywhere; the ones that had gathered outside the flames had been smart enough to wait until the Greater Youma's reign of terror was over.
But theirs had just begun, and while the fires still burned brightly, like a swarm of locusts they slipped through—mostly unharmed—and started attacking again.
There was no winning this battle.
There was no reaching the portal.
It was so close—so near—but the waves of youma were unending. Aegir's magic might have done some damage, but even with that, the new youma simply replaced the fallen ones. The golems were nearly unmovable.
The fire was impassible.
But then, something strange happened.
Every Senshi untainted by Chaos—every Knight, every Mauvian—who still breathed, suddenly began to glow. It was faint, and it was warm. Not unpleasant. It did not heal them, or rejuvenate them, but it washed over them like the soft kiss of sleep after a long day.
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THE GREATER YOUMA HAS BEEN DEFEATED
CONGRATULATIONS! The Greater Youma has fallen…Right onto Laurelite! Everyone near to Laurelite was thrown back when the Youma flapped its wings overhead, but that stubborn woman just couldn't be moved—and it may have cost her dearly. While the greatest threats may be down for the count—you've got another problem. The fire is still trapping you, the Golems are still blocking you, and a fresh army of youma spawn is attacking from all sides.
The only good news is…Order people are glowing? A strange sensation is slowly taking over them; it is like the lull of sleep, like someone is calling you. It is soothing, but it neither heals nor rejuvenates. In fact, all it seems to be doing is making you a greater target to the forces of Chaos…
Things don't look good—for anyone.
If you are playing a disposable and have not killed them, now is the time! They must die before the end of this youma, so any stragglers, get your last posts (and word count!) in! Remember, if you played at least one disposable nega at any time in the meta (at least 500 words) you can claim a Crown Token!
For a second, he almost thought they might get back to the portal. His shoulder was bleeding from Benny's attack with his spear, and he wasn't sure how deep the puncture wound had gone, and he was bleeding from more cuts and shrapnel needles than he could count at a glance... but he SAW the dragon go down, not by the glory of royal magic but by sheer boodyminded determination of every standing fighter here. It was the kind of thing they needed, the reminder that they could do this... that they didn't need a royal crystal or a royal knights glassy crystal blade to do it...
But it wasn't enough.
And then there was a glow. He was almost sure he was imagining it, or maybe it was just a little harder to make out when half of him was as red as his cape, but it was there. He was even less sure if that drowsy, all too pleasant glow was from the myriad injuries, or if it related to this strange glow. It wasn't Acrucis... he didn't... think it was her... it might have been her, but it wasn't just him. And it didn't stop at the Transcended, there were too many that he'd never seen such a mark on lighting up, like candles in the dark, with that peaceful, sleepy glow.
"Not now... Not now..." He shook his head, trying to dismiss that sleepy feeling. There was too much to do. Too many monsters to fight, it wasn't the time to rest...
Too much like old half remembered nightmares, people telling him not to sleep, back in another forgotten life. But like then, this drowsy peace came with the alarming possibility that, if they surrendered to it, they'd never wake again.
He tightened his grip on his net... and the code, as much as he was able, blood running slowly down his shoulder and soaking the braided cords, and tried to prepare himself to fight the new tide of youma. If they were going down... by the Cauldron, he was going to fight.
Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 5:24 pm
Spacewatch- Is now Jane
As She saw the youma fly off, Spacewatch felt sleepy. Her eyes slowly shut as her last vision was that of the great beast crying out and moving- falling. She heard the thud, but then everything was a thud. Pounding in her ears. But it was slow, and it hurt. Vaguely she knew it was her heartbeat, but she couldn't place why. Rather she didn't want to think why. She couldn't be dying. She couldn't be, she'd been careful and this wasn't real.
She didn't want it to be real. She wanted to be home, asleep in her bed. In fact sleeping sounded really nice.
Eyes closed, blood pooling around her, Spacewatch ceased to be Spacewatch.
All that was left was a small girl named Jane, who was just as human as anyone else.
As the hacking subsided, for the moment, his green eyes landed on the squire of…earth it appeared. He had ignored him, and not on purpose, but hitting the ground had jostled too much and caused him a rather good amount of pain. Not to mention getting up and the choking smoke and the acid burning him – really this was turning into a s**t fest…could he just go home now? He really should have not decided to start trying to be a senshi, and mentor, when he’d gotten the wings. The seat behind his computer, currently unoccupied as he was here, was much safer and far more comfortable.
Now though he was able to properly see the one who had tackled him and protected him from the flames. “Thanks…are you umm..ok?” He didn’t know the other but they’d helped him. “Your ok…right?” He asked coughing again on more of the smoke. He might have said more, done something, nut the dragon seemed to split open and blood, that acidic s**t, seemed to hit the ground and spread out and he was now taking the others arm and pulling him.
“Need to move..” Like now. This wasn’t good for either of them, and he really wished he had the energy to run and pull the other with him. As he tugged on the others arm, wanting to get him to move away from all that acidic s**t on the ground. His foot landed on a hail stone and as it slid out from under his foot his balance went and he felt himself flail, crying out with wide green eyes, as he fell backward toward Newgrange.
As the ground shook, violently, the eternal landed on the ground as his legs gave. He groaned and clutched uselessly at the ground and let out a half whimper half whine of a sound – rather pathetic really. As the ground stopped it’s shaking, and decided to finally be nice and stable, Chaldene tried to get to his feet once more. When he did stagger onto his feet, taking a staggering step forward, he looked back to the squire. “Need to go…can’t stay here.” With the smoke in the air and what now appeared, from the glance back, to be a dead dragon? Or maybe it was still dying? Either way that huge a** chaos signature was flickering also…could she be dead too? Or dying at least. He sort of hoped so, in some morbid sort of way. But he also hoped it would allow for their escape.
What was slowly realized, while staring at the squire, was that he was glowing…that was odd and not normal. “Your…ummm…glowing.” And why did he feel nice and warm, very pleasant right now?” Green eyes slowly traveled down to his own hands and the rest of himself and he was glowing also? Ok…he hadn’t taken anything and he knew he hadn’t smoked a joint in how long…? A night or ********.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 8:00 pm
Lieutenant Tourmaline Location: With Aluminite & Dia, somewhere on the battlefield getting pelted by hail. Action: Clinging to Aluminite.
Tourmaline had every intention set on protesting Dia's self-invite. So what if she'd been pushed? She hadn't been landed on. Being pushed wasn't something that one earned lunch over. It was something one just dealt with.
She would have protested, probably loudly if everything hadn't gone to absolute s**t at the same second.
Before she could react to anything she was pulled to Lieutenant Aluminite's chest alongside Sailor Dia. Her immediate reaction was to try and push away, but instead she grasped tightly at the front of his jacket, hiding from the fire and the brimstone -- And the tears.
Lieutenant Tourmaline supposed that she should have been crying because it hurt, more so than she should have been crying because of how angry she was. Even shielded by the larger Lieutenant, she could still feel the cold seeping past the layers of her uniform. The last gust from the dragon's wings sent some of the hail flying sideways, pelting the parts of her that weren't being protected. A stray scale had cut a tear in the arm of her jacket, although it didn't seem to have caught skin. Her stockings, however, were shredded, the bitter cold seeming to make the cuts and scrapes sting even more.
The petite Lieutenant did not handle rage well when she didn't have an outlet for it and it would have been suicide to jerk free from Aluminite's sheltering grasp to find a way across the battlefield to punch the jerkface responsible for ruining what was supposed to have been a good day. The tears that fell were far more a result of the fear and rage than they were from the pain.
If she made it out of this -- When -- When she saw her General again she would insist that he increase the demands on her training. If something like this happened again she wanted to be more prepared. She wanted to be able to fight. She didn't want to feel so small and afraid.
Labyrinthite laughed a dark, harsh laugh that had him tipping his head back until it fizzled and his chin was snapping down again. It didn't take much effort for him to crowd Thrymr again, because the senshi just stood there and looked at him with an expression the general didn't understand. "Did I say that death was a solution?" He was looming again, that dark sinister grin slipping across his mouth once again. "It's merely an end and if you think that it's just an escape then you do not understand it."
He was reaching for the senshi's chest again, ready to slip his hand back into that hidden space to curl his fingers around the starseed until he was begging to be released.
"You haven't told me," he ran his index finger along the ruffles on the front of the senshi's uniform, traveling upward to tug on pink bow-like decoration. "What you would do for your freedom."
But suddenly, Thrymr was glowing and Labyrinthite's hand jerked back, moved to the stone to keep the senshi trapped even as he scrutinized the sudden burst of light that engulfed the other man. "If you're not giving up, then you should fight"
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 10:58 pm
Sabine, Senshi of Tactics
Even with the flames that had been blazing around them, Sabine felt cold, hollow, almost as if she wasn't even actually there. Everything felt wrong, tinny, like some important part of her was missing and she just couldn't pin down what. Looking at the offered hand, she shook her head, curling her body more around the pail as she could hear the dragon give into its death throes.
"I-I... C-can't..." she said, eyes cold and empty, not really looking at Falias, but through him, past him. "If I get up they'll get broken... I can't."
She couldn't let a single one of them crack, couldn't let any of the now descending youma take them. She felt them all around her, and all she could do was pull the pail closer to her and cover it more with her body. "I can't... I'm sorry... I can't..."
The strange, heavy warmth filled her and surrounded her and she started to sob, rough, broken. She couldn't take it, she couldn't handle this sort of pressure. If this was war - she wanted no part in in. How could people do this? How could the Negaverse do this? Tuning all of it out, turning all of it off, she clung to the pail and remained rooted on her knees, sobbing.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
Whether she was speaking to Falias or the starseeds was unclear, but one thing was certain, Sabine wasn't going anywhere.
The great dragon started to beat his wings, and Ambrosia felt her body tilt to one side. She tumbled end over tea kettle, rocks cracking into her shoulder and causing her to gasp. Her roll ended with her on her back, arms splayed outward and gasping for air. She had the perfect view of the youma gathering in the air. They were gathering at all sides in greater numbers.
The ground shook when the dragon fell. She felt it roll like an earthquake, there was a split second where all that could be heard was the crackling of fires, and then the youma took to arms.
And still Ambrosia didn't move. She stared up at the darkness above her, and the tears came. She wasn't going to get out, they weren't going to make it home.
Suddenly, her skin felt warm. Like, sinking into a bathtub warm. Ambrosia turned her head to look at her hand, and found it glowing faintly. This caused her to abandon her position and sit up, staring at her hands in confusion. She was glowing, but why?
As she looked around, she saw that she wasn't the only one was had started to glow. All of the Order folks were lighting up like candles at a concert. They could see each other now.
But so could the youma.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 11:43 pm
Centisima, currently taking some time out
There was a moment when he’d grasped hold, thrown his whole weight into keeping Laurelite down and then that moment was gone. His grip might as well have been made of butter, the force behind the dragon wind swept him up, threw him almost comically far, as if he was weightless. There was no time to try and break his fall, he simply saw the world rush by and then he hit the ground with a sudden crash that pushed every ounce of air out of his chest and quite possibly broke a rib. He tumbled over and over until he came to a halt and somehow pushed himslef onto his back.
Centisima was only vaguely aware that the dragon had fallen. The world was fire and ice and he couldn’t get a breath. Moving seemed like far too much of an effort right now, even with more Chaos approaching. So he didn’t get up, he just remained on his back, staring upwards and wondering if it was okay to die here.
At some point, he noticed he was glowing. It felt… nice.
Subamara had tried to help her up, but the wooziness she felt intensified, and as the other senshi turned to face the godawful dragon youma, Grus sank to the ground and felt darkness creep over her.
She came to as the ground bucked. Her first instinct was to shoot into a siting position, a decision she immediately regretted as pain blossomed in her side. She sucked in air, fanning her hand over the bandage and swearing colorfully. Her head buzzed with blood loss. But the thing that gave her the worst time was the smoke that came from countless fires that were smoldering over the battlefield. She didn't see Laurelite; she assumed something must have happened to her while she was out. The dragon was defeated, a burned charcoal facsimile of the once terrifying youma that had risen from hell.
Youma...all around them. They were practically clambering over each other to get to the senshi and knights. Most of the latter were in bad shape; fewer still remained standing after the long fight. There was moaning and cryng, and strangely, a bit of laughter. Probably from some agent that was about to destroy and Order person.
Grus got to her knees, and forced herself upright, hand never leaving her side. She breathed like she was at high altitude; if she had lost blood, it was time to oxygenate the stuff she did have. The eternal stumbled a bit, then righted herself. If she was going to die, she might as well do it standing.
Her wound felt warm, but that didn't concern her much. Cuts always felt warm after a while due to the clotting process....or something like that. She hadn't paid attention in biology. But when the warmth spread to the rest of her body, Grus looked down, and saw that she was glowing faintly. It was a pleasant feeling, and spots of color formed in her peripheral as other order members started to glow as well. It was a faint beacon of hope. Maybe someone, somewhere was trying to help.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 12:20 am
Sailor Hatsya // Senshi of Swordplay
Where there had only been two near enough to protect their beloved Prince, more Order were jumping to aid their battle torn comrades however not before Benitoite set about busying himself with the Page who had gotten in her way. For a moment Hatsya felt somewhat relieved that she did not rise to her feet immediately as the cold sharpened blade of his spear was thrust towards the blonde haired girl with a speed that even she found startling. But that shock was short lived as a ball of hail slammed into the back of her outstretched leg, not once but twice, forcing the Corrupt on her knee. For anyone who had ever experienced a charlie horse or a limb go limp from sitting on it too long; this felt so much worse and she had to wonder if it was broken when another chunk of ice slammed into the back her fencing hand.
Wounded, and otherwise distracted, her initial opponent scrambled to deflect something unseen to Hatsya with all the people standing in her way. However, whether it was coordinated or not, her departure did not leave Castor an open target as another Senshi stumbled in the way, positioning herself so that she stood directly between Hatsya and her intended target. And so, like a sprinter at the start line, the Corrupt Senshi of Swordplay propelled herself forward using her good leg to throw her body weight into the Senshi with binary colored eyes.
However, as fate would have it her movements were ill timed.Hatsya’s error cost her dearly; and while she should have been covering her head with her arms her mistake left her open. Ice came down in larger pieces, sharp and far more deadly than what had rained down upon them just seconds ago. Sounds of the battlefield became muffled as she took a staggered step forward. Ears ringing her legs buckled and body went limp as she fell heavily onto her side mere feet away from the General who had summoned her to this forsaken place.
Try as she might to rise, the Corrupt simply had no amount of strength to accomplish such a feat as pain washed over her like the tide lapping against the open shore. She cried out from the Prince’s focused efforts on keeping the two of them pinned down and yet she turned her head to the side Hatsya managed the barest of smiles which tugged the corner of her lips in a morbid sense of satisfaction seeing Benitoite with his a** glued to the ground. The barrage of hail continued to rain down upon them while the steady stream of blood flowed from the side of her head into her eye mixing with the salty tears of pain, painting the battlefield a red stained hue. At least he would be joining her in Hell for summoning her again without permission.
A bitter laugh that ended in a cough escaped her unbidden. The ground felt like it was tilting heavily to one side, like laying at the bottom of a wooden boat adrift at sea amidst a howling storm. Cold were the stones she laid upon as was the arctic air that kissed her warm cheek and, had the hail ceased its relentless descent upon their battered bodies, the Senshi of Swordplay may have found the touch somewhat soothing.
Lead to believe that the agents were suppose to obey their superiors, work together and protect one another the Corrupt Senshi of Swordplay could not help but feel shame and hate towards those who sought shelter and allowed this dark winged prince to do as he pleased; why did no one else try to stop him? Cowards she thought bitterly just as another sharpened chunk of hail slammed into her unprotected backside with a sickening crack forcing out what air she had left in her lungs and causing the world around her to turn black as her eyes rolled back and body became still. In no way shape or form did Hatsya’s experiences in the Negaverse live up to the promises Benitoite or Laruelite had made upon her awakening and now she lay prone on the ground left to the mercy of the hail and the order surrounding her; oh how cruel fate could be.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 12:22 am
Benitoite
As the general tried to roll over, in order to curl in on himself for protection from the hail storm which seemed to be raining down upon him, he found himself wholly unable to do so. It seemed that by some sort of magic he was stuck to the ground and left an open target on the dark crystalline ground. The cold, which till now had kept him from overheating in his layered uniform, now seeped into him as he lay on the ground. Shivering from the cold and unprotected he was little more than an open target – a dart board for the large chunks of hail which fell down around him and slammed into his petite form.
The first sharp point which pierced him went through uniform and flesh like it was a hot knife through butter. He wasn’t able to do more than cry out, something sharp and loud, his back arching in pain. The feel of wetness against his skin was something which he tried not to think about by the ashen blond as another similar large chunk of ice slammed down from the dark sky above him, how innocent the dark sky above looked, and rather than piercing his flesh is sliced him as it embedded itself in the ground next to him. The slice to his hip was deep, he was sure of it, as he lay there his eyes wide as he could see what was coming for him and do nothing but lay there.
Shuddering and shivering from the pain and the cold he screamed when the next shard hit him as it came crashing down onto his left ankle and he felt it, though he couldn’t hear it over the cacophony of noise. His ankle gave way and the pain as it shattered like the ice which slammed into it. He felt sick, very sick, and managed with more effort than he thought he could muster at this point in time (and many pained sounds) to roll his upper half as it seemed unstuck to the ground and the meager contents of his stomach was lost. As he heaved up what little was there and then simple heaven his slender shoulders shook with effort. His stomach churned and knotted about itself while his stomach muscles clenched and unclenched in a manner similar to a work out.
Flopping back to the ground, rather uselessly, he fell back to the ground like a doll with its strings cut and perhaps he felt that way. It was just as his back met the ground when another shard hit him and this time it wasn’t some limb, nor did it graze him, it went right through him and pinned him to the ground effectively as the chunk jutted out from his lower half…somewhere right around his pelvic and hip area. The pain sound which left him was cut off as his voice broke and the scream went silent as the general lay there his eyes loosing focus as darkness creeped in about the edges.
Slate hued eyes had gone wide, perhaps with fear, as a certain familiar liquid filled them and tracked down his cheeks as his head turned to the side, toward Hatsya subconsciously. He wished he could help her, to cover and protect her as he should. He was her superior, he had brought her into this war and into this particular fight. The words passed his lips silently – and apology but not just to her. To others, so those who knew nothing of this part of his life – loved ones he didn’t know if he’d see again.
The darkness creeping in had long ago been accepted as something which may happen, it didn’t mean he wasn’t scared of it, or that he wished to avoid it, but it seemed to be coming for him. He didn’t feel anything – didn’t feel the next shard of ice hit him. The darkness was already taking over his senses and sweeping away the dark purple crystals which hung over head. The rift which had always brought him comfort was now perhaps going to be his tomb. It was with what little energy remained that he reached out blindly toward Hatsya, hoping to give her some comfort…whatever comfort she might be able to garner from the small and weak gesture from someone who had perhaps just signed her death certificate. If he could save her, or at least try, he would use that little amount of energy left and try it. His mind unfocused as it was could not grasp a location for them to go but he had to get her out of here before he lost himself to the darkness. From where he lay on the ground, a broken droll all dressed up and stained with blood, he vanished and with him came the sunset colored girl at his side.
To where they would go was unknown but to somewhere they would go. His fate unknown, even to himself. As they reappeared the power he had left him and he lay there, a broken doll covered in his own blood and that of others, unsure if it would be darkness which took or if death would claim him for their partner forever after. Unconscious he lay, not dead, but for how long would death be kept at bay? For how long could it be evaded?
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 12:42 am
Lt. Huntite
Huntite only vaguely heard Elpis shouting behind him telling him to get to cover instead of attacking Castor. If he had been paying more attention to her he might had responded but as it was he had it on the fight he had been trying to get to. The hail had continued to hit him as he ran and it was certainly not letting up, leaving bruises and welts behind easily even though his clothes, but he had kept one arm above his head to shield that at least. He had only been able to ignore the cold to some extent since he had been fighting and still feeling a bit over heated from the other royal's attack but now he was noticing it quite a bit as well.
He wasn't surprised in the least that someone (Aptera) had managed to stop his flying headband. It really wasn't a good weapon after all. Before he could do anything else, or keep running over to help Benitoite and the corrupt (Hatsya), he was forced to stop temporarily to deal with the hail coming down on him. It was suddenly larger and sharper then before and he was starting to get cuts from it on top of the bruises. He could see the General and the Corrupt go down hard, the hail hitting them over and over before Benitoite teleported out. While he was worried for them there wasn't much he would do now that they had teleported out to who knows where, but then again he hadn't been able to to anything before either.Then to make matters worse the dragon youma flapped it's wings and crashed down Huntite was sent tumbling from his feet. "s**t!"
As he fell he felt Laurelite's aura flicker and he felt a shock of dismay that they could loose a second sovereign thanks to the intruders. When he landed he curled up to protect his head from the hail. "Shiiiiiiiiit!"
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