Verona took a real s**t beating, holding her face and torso where she had been hit. She didn't think it'd bruise, but she could always say it was another brawl.
"Sorry Pretty lady." Verona retreated back, leaving the senshi to pursue so she could lick her wounds.
Kairatos Knight of Mars- Cinnabar HP-28 of 50 Attack Dice: 1d12 8 dmg-against Cinnabar
Cinnabar's claws lashed out again, a shallower cut but still a string of claw mars across his exposed skin before they were interrupted by the armor, the only thing that stopped them from raking clean across his chest.
"It's your TRUE name!" He roared back in challenge. He wasn't going to let her forget it. They might have lost Bischophite to the rift, they'd never know if it would have worked on him, but damnit, he wasn't going to just let someone else throw their own soul down the rift. But he wasn't going to let her tear him to pieces either if he could help it, and he lashed out again with his net. It wasn't meant for such things, but the ropes were stocky and heavy, and the horn pieces hard. It wouldn't snap like string, and he might be able to use it to keep her at arms length, and keep some of his skin in tact, at least long enough to chase her off and rescue Cat and whoever else was inside.
"You were stronger than any youma, don't let them make you into something so PATHETIC!"
It was meant to hit as hard at least as the swing of his blow, he hoped it did. Some might respond to Hvergelmers kindness, Camelot's patience, others might yet come round to a sharp blow to the illusion they'd wrapped themselves in. He'd be that blow if he could. A stone cutters tools to carve the imperfections off the gems he knew they could be.
It was clear there was a commotion going on outside - the ninja looking girl in the hoodie had left the security office, ordering the cat (cat?? ) to watch over the prisoners. Okay, so maybe she'd hit her head at some point a little harder than she'd thought, but behave she would. It gave her time to think and try to sort things out, at least.
Recruits, not ransom.
The thought still rolled around in her head, the words echoing in the back of her brain. What in the world were they trying to recruit? Who in the world? They'd picked her and some screaming brat... what kind of criteria were they using and for what sort of recruitment?
Loud shouts and bangs whirled around the security office, the window pane shaking every now and again. The cat didn't seem to mind her nudging closer to it, but once she arrived beneath the window, she frowned at the realization that she could still only hear things - trying to rise with her arms and legs tied together was impossible. Frustrating.
The girl had gone quiet - everything in the room remained quiet at this point, while chaos surrounded them. She heard angry yells, names being tossed around and what sounded like fighting - what sort of gang brawl had she stumbled into?
"Hello?" She called out meekly. Her eyes darted towards the cat (again, cat? ). With everything going on outside, she wasn't too positive that she wanted to be in the line of anyone's fire. Would staying put be a mistake or a life-saving choice?
Well that was a touch unexpected. That, or Xenotime's reaction time was still not where it should be. The knight's foot connected, knocking the wind from the general's lungs before the impact itself sent her flying back to bounce across the ground, coming to a stop in a heap of limbs.
Coughing, she pushed back to her feet, and now the smile was gone, replaced by something more focused, more cold.
It was rare for Xenotime to summon her weapon, rare that she felt the need to, but she summoned it now, fingers flexing in the solid rings that nestled up against her knuckles. Moonlight shining off the plated armor that ran up her arms and over thin shoulders. "Such language." Heels dug into the dirt as she lunged.
Arm drawn back, she aimed high. Not playing now, but serious. Laying spiked knuckles in a solid punch against the side of the knight's face.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 10:08 am
Celsus Knight of Chronos - HP: 33 - Target: Xenotime
He'd managed to knock her off her feet, a snarl on Celsus' lips as he stumbled forward, inertia keeping him moving. Hastily regaining his footing, he caught the look in the general's eyes and saw the chill there, the utter lack of empathy that came with everything the Negaverse stood for.
Her fist connected with his face, and he'd seen it coming, but had not had the time to dodge. Metal scraped down his cheek in a burst of agony that spread like fire instantly across his face, sending Celsus staggering sideways and almost collapsing. He felt something hot beginning to seep down his jaw, and he'd bitten his tongue on impact - Celsus spat blood onto the ground, his head spinning dangerously.
"I don't use proper language when there's no need, seeing as how I'm not around any proper females," Celsus said, and dived, throwing his leg up to drive his knee into her side.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 10:10 am
Lily - HP 15/15 - Beginning to leave Park!
Lily's slip-down from the swing was a bit awkward, but no harm done in the end; all it meant was that her shoes were scuffed. She gripped Mistral's hand loosely and only for balance. "I think I can walk alright, but thank you," she confirmed, "and I don't think I got your name?" She could walk and speak at the same time; if her ankles felt weak, that was to be expected. "I'm Lily. Thank you for helping me." She sounded eerily calm -- but she wouldn't say no to Mistral's help. She'd be useful. She'd be helped, and she'd leave.
"You should probably go back and help those others you were with, shouldn't you?" Lily gave the Squire a gentle smile, ducking her head. "I can make it out of here on my own. Don't worry about me - there's more important things going on here, aren't there? I don't really know what's going on, but I can tell enough." And with that, she took off at a light jog, staying out of people's sight and trying to move for the entrance to the park -- better to go before anything got too serious for her.
Axton had kept his head down and his mouth shut when the fighting had erupted outside. Straining to listen, trying to make some sort of sense of what was going on. He wasn't sure he believed the sea form haired woman, but he wasn't sure he doubted what she was saying either. There was truth to some of it, at least he thought so...
The girl was back, breathless and disheveled, and Pale eyes widened up at her as she hurried back over to get the binds. Releasing them, apparently, and trying to direct them out. Ax rubbed his wrists as she freed them, biting back a soft 'thank you' just as another figure came busting in and started yelling. Cruel? What was she event talking about? Amphitrite hadn't been cruel to them thus far. Quite the contrary.
Then the new comer was charging, aiming to tackle the pale haired senshi that had just freed them, and Axton had to dive out of the way, rolling on the sticky floor before pushing up to his feet and making a b-line straight for the door. Only to stop before he actually went through it, hanging onto the frame as he watched the scuffle anxiously.
Go! Please!
It was enough. Axton ran. Out the door, out into the carnival grounds, and to the left. He could see the exit, it was right where Amphitrite had said it would be.
A part of him wanted to stay, the help, but he was severely outclassed here. These people, good or bad, they, they were stronger, faster. he caught glimpses around him, incredible strength and magic. It was impressive, but it was also dangerous.
One last look, this time towards the building he'd just left, then he was sprinting towards the exit.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 10:23 am
Annabell "Wolf" Mikael - HP 15/15 - GTFOing Anna grabbed Niall to keep him with the group and not lost on the coaster, though he probably was already moving. The grip was loose and he could break it any time. She really just wasn't in the business of losing anyone today, kthx. She followed Dahlia down the stairs as the coaster swayed. This would be a really shitty way to die, she figured. Who dies on a rickety old coaster anyway?
Towards the bottom, she let go of Niall - if he'd still be content to let her guide him down the stairs - and jumped the last ten or so stairs. She rolled as she hit the ground, and came up covered in grass and more than a few leaves. The rest of the park stretched out in front of her, a perfect straight shot to safety.
If she'd been alone, she'd been long gone.
Anna turned, waiting for Dahlia, the other girl, and Niall. She couldn't just leave these guys here, even if one was a cat lady who'd tied them up.
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Guiding your boy down the stairs so he doesn't fall off
This really wasn't what the young lieutenant signed up for. When the roller coaster started to creak and sway, she decided to hell with the mission. She had had enough, it was time to save her own skin. Not caring at all about the captives or Dahlia even, she left the site without a second thought.
With the sounds of battle around, and the feel of power signatures that were way too much for her to handle, discretion was by far the better part of valor. She looked around for a secluded spot, and powered down. As a civilian, she wouldn't be so much of a target, right? She looked around for the nearest exit, or someone who wouldn't attack her who would be willing to help her get out of the fracas.
Empressite had left the building.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 11:07 am
General Xenotime - HP: 28 - Target: Celsus
She watched with a cold satisfaction as he spat blood, that cruel smile twitching back into play on park lips, though silver eyes never lost that acute focus. "So rude. It must be a trait of the white moon."
His knee came up, aiming for her side, and she smacked a palm into his thigh to redirect the attack harmlessly away. Which left him dangerously close, something the general was only too happy to take advantage of.
A step to the side, the upward swing of her arm, and she lay the back of her hand against the opposite side of his face this time. Pale as he was, he could use a bit of color, a little symmetry.
"So who is that's got your panties in a bunch?" Because someone certainly did. He wasn't this frantic, this desperate for answers for no reason. There was someone her the knight cared for, mostly likely among the civilians. "Do we have someone you care about? Why don't you tell me who?"
It didn't take very long for someone to respond to his shouting, but who it was quite frankly surprised him. The same girl who had came up and bound them, trying to convince them she was doing them a favor] by wanting them to make such a huge decision on the spot was telling them to get out of here. She sounded scared. If the organization WAS as good as she said, then WHY?
Before he could ask, there was another girl there, one of lighter clothing color and she came charging over towards the sea-shelled girl as he scrambled up to his feet. Were they fighting? What was going on at this point?! Then the broken broom handle came up and he could not help but go over between them, trying to calm things down.
"Oi! This is NOT time for this right? Yes, she kidnapped us, but we're free now, right?! Doesn't that mean she has some sort of moral code? And don't you too?! And if things are really going to go as badly as she thinks it's going to, you shouldn't focus on us people who are free to go now, but go get the others who captors WEREN'T so friendly, right?! So So SOO not the time to get petty about things!"
Speaking of going.. He should be going as well. But not before atleast this nasty ol' place was emptied of humans.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 12:27 pm
General Cinnabar - Nega - HP: 33/50 - Attacking Kairatos
The net slapped into her and she took it on her lifted arm and side, allowing the leather of her coat to absorb some of the force of the rope and horn. She lashed out with that arm, tangling her fist in the rope to jerk it towards herself in a bid to take it from him. Her lips pulled back from her fangs in an expression that held little of the woman behind it any more. It was a youma's snarling smile, echoed in eyes with pupils in slits.
"You have no idea how strong I am now!" She spat. "That creature was the pathetic one, trailing after you like a ******** puppy... And you left her to the hyenas. That's all your good for, isn't it? Taking others into danger and letting them be your meat shields... leaving them to fend for themselves when they need you!"
She heaved at the net again, bringing up her leg in a sharp side kick as she released it. Some day... some day she was going to end this Knight for good. She would be the last face he saw, laughing at him as he died. She was determined and she comforted herself with that thought, even as she suspected today just wouldn't be that day. There were too many order fighters here... it was doubtful they'd be left along for long.
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"You and I remember that world very DIFFERENTLY then!" He swung a punch at her midriff, hoping the metal edge of his gauntlets would catch her in a rib. Let her feel the stab of a broken rib like he felt her accusations. "Or is that what it meant to you when I tried to buy your freedom? That you should throw yourselves to the Hyenas FIRST? Does that make you PROUD? That you're not even HUMAN? That you're a THING? Have they put a collar on you yet? Who has their eyes on you? Who's whispering 'that one, I'll tame THAT one. Because make no mistake, the whispers are there!"
Her claws left gashes on his skin that felt all too familiar, enough to make him wonder if they'd changed the course of time after all, but there was nothing they could do but try anyway.
"If I tell you to follow me it's only to lead you to the exit to the maze you're lost in, Tanais. What you do beyond that is up to you, but don't expect me to roll over and let you whip me for something I NEVER did." He'd tried his best to lay down his own life for them, for all of them, because it was about the numbers.
It was about the numbers here too. He wanted to save Cinna.... to save TANAIS. But if it came down to the numbers... he'd let the Cauldron do it's best to cleanse her instead if it meant saving the civilians. No more innocents on his watch. Not if he could help it. Mistral had been enough. New Years was worse. not one more.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 1:11 pm
Dahlia - Negaverse Mauvian (cat person form) Leaving rollercoaster - heading out into the park HP 35 Target - None (but anyone is free to try and attack her! Civilian or Order)
The grass was cool on her bare feet, but she hardly noticed as the group ran into it. Between the whipping wind of the looming storm and the loud groaning of the wooden structure behind them she had enough to worry about.
It was the lack of Empressite's aura that clued Dahlia in to her disappearance, and after a moment of eyes snapping left and right to look for her teammate she disregarded that as well. Whatever the agent's idea was or whatever she was doing the Guardian could only hope she could handle it on her own.
"Maybe we can get to the edges of the park without anyone noticing us!" She called out, falling behind Annabel and Niall, letting them lead the way. Her hands were still wrapped around Kayden's arms, guiding and leading her along.
A wave of relief washed over him--possibly even visibly, he wasn't really careful about checking his emotions when tied up as a hostage--when the oddly dressed guy finally untied his hands. Half of him expected the guy to be nice enough to untie his feet next, but when he didn't Tristan wasn't in the least disappointed. He had his hands now; he didn't need to be told twice to free himself and get the hell outta there. And he nearly did, if not for the side of him that cringed at how he was dragging the other hostage--a woman, no less, whose spunk reminded him too much of his own sisters to allow him to leave without feeling guilty--to her feet and possibly leading her out to what sounded like a slaughter outside.
"Uh," he started as he undid his bonds, scribbled down his signature and got up, briefly pocketing his contract and dusting himself off before regarding him again. "Look, we're not really a part of this, yeah? Or...well maybe I signed the contract but she didn't, so she literally didn't sign up for this. Besides, she hasn't really done much of anything so why not let us both go, huh?"
He might have even added a "please" if it didn't make him sound even more pathetic.
The guy had seemed reasonable enough earlier, though, even offered him that slice of pizza (which he was planning on taking, just...later, when he was off finding a place to hide) perhaps for being a cooperative hostage, so he was hoping that reasonableness would stay for a touch longer, at least until he and this redhead were out of harm's way.
