She was covered...head to toe in sticky red blood. It took Phact a long look at her to realize that blood was thankfully, not coming from the eternal senshi.
But her words made Phact startle. "They took...who?" She questioned, glancing through the window Scylla had been looking at as if that would give her the answers. It didn't. All she could put together at that moment was someone took a man name's Scholomance's starseed and were trying to corrupt him... Okay that made sense. Still didn't answer why this had become such a blood bath but that never seemed to make sense.
Following her eyes towards the Knight and General, she put another two and two together. It helped she knew of Hver at least and that part no longer surprised her in the chosen tactics. When would the knight learn...
But all this was over a...who the heck was this man anyway?
"I'll ponder this later." Phact finally said as she followed Scylla, her target being a young woman with a snowglobe (Reinerite). She wasn't trying to knock the agent out so much as knock the snow globe from her hand. No weapon...no extra harm was her goal.
Cinnabar went down. Moonstone arrived. The Green General looked ahead, at the officers harrying the guardians at the storefront door. The picture windows were clear and floor beyond.
Get the body. It wasn't so difficult an order. A page and names? A page.
Schörl disappeared, reappeared inside the store. There was another to cosmos here. Scholomance was there, in reach. The dragon cane was brought around with the crack of rattan, "You're in the way."
The call came in from a cat, and Scylla paused, listening, dancing on the balls of her feet. 'Flank this' she had just snapped, but now... Now there was something even more important.
Tomlin, Guardian Cat
"There's a youma with a starseed at my location. Alleyway near phone store," he sent to anyone who would listen.
Alleyway. Near phone store. Starseed. ******** hell- the General had sent it with her youma. She started towards the location, pausing when the General disappeared. ********; just what she had known was going to happen.Indecision paralyzed her; instinct to protect someone she cared about against the risk that maybe this wasn't his starseed. "Hy-Brasil!" her voice was frantic, high. "Protect him for me. Don't let her take his body!"
She flung herself off at a run, pushing out with all the power she had, desperation fueling her.
Hy-Brasil, Squire of Earth HP:166/200 ATTK: 5 DEF: 5 Effects: Aspect active: Accuracy can’t be lowered; Using Keyite to smash the windows and hit Schorl. DMG: 5 dmg + 5attk = 10 (Schorl or Keyite? Not sure who takes the damage?)
Not one but TWO were beating up on her and each punch and hit thrown at her, hit. “Dammit!” She cursed when she finally was able to right herself from the onslaught of attacks. A trickle of blood from her mouth was wiped away onto the green sleeve of her uniform.
From in the distance she could see Hver and Schorl facing off neither moving as ‘negotiations’ were pretty much halted.
A call came in and before she could even attempt to see what it was, Scylla was off in a rush. As much as the squire wanted to join her, she wasn’t going to get away from so many enemies, plus someone needed to stay to protect the body. They needed both halves.
And then, Schorl was gone and Hy saw movement in the window. “No, no no!”
Panic!!!
“Help me!” She called out, arms reaching out to grab the nearest thing to her. She needed something to break the glass as well as be heavy enough to maybe his the General. The closest thing happened to keyite and Hy-Brasil wasn’t going to be picky. Grabbing hold of Keyite anywhere she could she caught sight of a senshi moving to aid her (Phact) and together they launched the Lt. through the window and at Schorl.
Glass shattered!!!
Hy was already moving inside to put herself in front of Schorl before all the glass could hit the ground.
The call had come out that the starseed had been found...somewhere else. Of course it had.
In that moment, Phact almost followed Scylla but stopped when she heard someone else cry for help. The senshi of doves put two and two together so with a little bit of effort, she assisted the Squire in her actions, sending the agent through the window and back towards his General.
Glass shattered everywhere but Phact followed in. This was going to get messy and they needed help.
When Kairatos' head connected with her face, Chrysocolla saw stars, and then she saw a hell of a lot of red (when the blonde of his hair pulled away) -- "********," she said dazedly, putting a hand to her nose and watching it come away red. "<******** --" she could feel the cartilage crunching underneath her fingers , moving, and something in her went a little distant and hazy.
She hurled herself at Kairatos, wordless, one hand wrenching his mirrored wrist and also actively trying to bite off his ear or- - anything -- she wanted to feel it snap under her teeth.
Nothing. Schörl showed her refusal in her silence -- and in the sudden teleport into the building where Scholomance's body was stowed. What had failed -- was it Hvergelmir, not convicing enough in her attempt to show bravery and confidence? Was it the chaotic ranks of Order's fighters, unwilling to back down or compromise? Or was it the ferociousness of Chaos's soldiers, too hot for blood? She didn't know. Regardless, Hvergelmir's hand went up immediately, her thumb about to flick across her summons ring and make one last, desperate intervention --
Then her signet ring, currently on the same hand, unexpectedly flared to life. A message:
Tomlin, Guardian Cat
"There's a youma with a starseed at my location. Alleyway near phone store," he sent to anyone who would listen.
Hvergelmir blinked. A youma . . . ! Youma didn't just tote around starseeds, did they? Didn't they usually just eat them . . . ?
She'd seen the Verizon store from the rooftop earlier. She could find it on foot fairly easily.
Once again, Hvergelmir pivoted on her heel and took off running as fast as she could -- hot on the dark-haired sailor soldier's heels.
HP: 200 / 200 DMG: N/A PER: N/A Effects: EXIT RED ZONE TO YELLOW ZONE
He hit the Earth knight, but that also put him in close enough that she - upon deciding, apparently, to chuck something physically into glass to break it - could grab him. Not that he was light, but she managed to throw him off balance long enough for a senshi to step in as well, the pair managing to send him flying into the glass with both speed and precision.
Old glass splintered and shattered around the lieutenant who just barely managed to protect his face from the worst of it; shards shredded his uniform and sliced skin open.
And at the end of this, was Schörl. Who he knocked right into, hard enough to break his nose. He knew it was broken, it felt broken. There had been a crunch and then what felt like an internal pop...and then so very much blood. He was going to ruin Schörl's jacket as well as his own.
At last, Ptolemy was able to beat back the youma and return his attentions to the reason he had entered the fray in the first place. But the platinum-haired general was gone and there was only one place he could think she had vanished to.
No! he thought, his expression turning grim, before darting toward the storefront. Time to see how well the barricade that the others had formed had held up. He ran at the front door in an attempt to knock it down and get through.
HP: 57 / 100 PER: 10 DEF: 0 DMG: Attack roll is for the door; barricade has been destroyed! Effects: Youma trying to eat him; 10 damage, Round 3 of 3
The storefront's demise was a warning bell, as in a neighborhood of that sort there wasn't likely to be much use of a security alarm. A ballistic lieutenant biffed into shoulder. Keyite, that was his name? One of the ones that was supposed to be entertaining the members of order to supposedly get in to get to the body. Didn't get in this whole time, until now, to get in the way.
"Hold the line, lieutenant. " She reached down. Picked him up, and sent him right back to senders.
Apparently, his frequent flyer miles still had some increases incoming, for when the flame-eyed General turned her scorn upon him, she sent him right back through the window to hit the senshi and knight.
At least there isn't any glass this time.. "Yes Ma'am--" Would float back to the general right before he slammed into her targets and bled all over them.
Hy-Brasil, Squire of Earth HP:153/200 ATTK: 5 DEF: 5 Effects: Aspect active: Accuracy can’t be lowered; Hitting Keyite DMG: 4+5(attk)=9
She was barely in the building when Keyite was sent back at them, knocking her to the ground. At any other time, Hy-Brasil would have found the moment commical, but considering the circumstances she couldn’t appreciate the comedy gold that was happening.
Instead, after being knocked down by the Lieutenant, Hy pushed him off of her and swung around to hit ihim in her abdomen, effectively hitting him, but not with the power she would have wanted. Whatever. She had bigger fish to fry!
She scrambled to her feet, glancing back at Phact to see if the senshi was alright. “Come on, we just got to keep her away until they can get his starseed!” She held a hand out ot help the senshi up before turning back to schorl.
She had just made it in behind the square went the force of the blow knocked her to the ground. Return to sender much?
Wincing, she reached a hand up and took hold of the Squires, only taking a moment to not completely realize she was stepping on the hot potato of an agent at the same time until she felt her foot squish into something soft. Jumping off, she turned and gave a nod to Hy-Brasil.
"Got it." Red eyes flashed to the General. "You go left, I go right...find her in the middle?"
...Was that a person sent flying through that window? And the same one he'd just seen shattering the window's glass in the opposite direction a minute before? Ptolemy winced, unsure of what to do. The Earth Squire was already attacking the guy again, and though the Dark Mirror recognized the lieutenant as the one who had attacked him before, he felt sorry for the copper-haired man. He hurried to Keyite's side, ready to keep him from attacking the others, but simultaneously trying to check on his injuries.
"Are you alright? How much blood have you lost?" Quite a bit, by the look of it, but mostly Ptolemaeus was asking to find out if the Negaverse agent would or could answer him.
HP: 57 / 100 PER: 10 DEF: 0 DMG: — Effects: —
xSyrie
((Mind coming up with Keyite's internal PER roll? Ptolemaeus would rather not have to tr to hurt him to keep him from committing any more harmful actions against the Order's cause.))
