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Alexiel jumped backwards, sending a startled Daemon into the air as she countered the attack at the same time by willing the ball back towards the pink lady.

And the lady swing around, grabbing the ball and sending it back once more. "See..." She grinned. "Fun..." This time Alexiels was the speed of a bullet. Stronger and faster each time.

This was all visible to Shou since they were in the ruins of a church. Only some of the walls still closed things off. But they were still visible from the streets. The balls from Charles bounced back as well but she threw it again at him anyways again as fast as the one at Alexiel.

"Ooh new playmates..." She sounded as excited as a schoolgirl.

((*inserts Shouyin into the mess after herself*))

Stryphe sat lazily in the van, listening to the radio, with the milk maids. They were all sleeping now, and making some strange noises as they did. He looked over his shoulder back at them. The halberd leaned up against the outside of the van.

"Meh."

He cranked the passenger seat backwards, and put his feet up on the dash. It might not appear so, but Stryphe was keeping a close watch on his friend. And if it turned out that he was needed, Stryphe would be in that church right away. The whole team-based fighting thing wasn't really his bag, and so he'd sit here for a bit. Maybe someone besides Degs would die off so there wasn't so much clutter inside that oh-so-fragile building- then Stryphe'd happily throw down with his buddy.

But he was just feeling all too antisocial for a party.

Charles ran to one side and brought his scythe back in a prepped-to-swing position. As the ball came flying at him he brought the weapon forward, slicing the ball.



EDIT: 'Yeah, I'm working on that,' he thought back to Alex.

Shouyin shrugged and bent at the knees, fingers touching the rubble as a stone column came out from underneath the pink figurine thing, aiming to knock her out of the air, and hopefully unconscious. Sword was still in hand, but his air was very relaxed, the bouncing balls not exactly bothering him as of yet.

Though a few were edging uncomfortably close.

Stryphe searched about for a spare pack of cigarettes, remembering the soaking wet pack he dropped near the Barton fountain- it was probably still sitting there.

"Shitshitshitshit," he said, dodging another ball of light. He was starting to get tired of these balls of light bouncing off the walls. Running forwards, the Chauffeur shifted his scythe to his right hand, brought it backwards, and threw the scythe at the plant, flicking his wrist at the last moment to send the weapon into a spin.

"Spare me the one liners!"

Appearing from the side, his voice cut through the din like a hot knife through butter. With both hands gripping his Fang, he was already in mid-air as the large orb was on it's way towards Alex.

"And s'cuse while I cut in!"

Swinging full force with a torque of his hips, he brought the Fang around and smacked the flat side of the blade against the orb, sending it flying off to the left, his body remaining in the air for a bit longer due to the recoil.

With muscles in his arms contracting, he did his best to compensate for the shock and the vibrations from his blade.

If uninterrupted, he would land back down on the ground, the point of his Fang digging in hard against the floor.