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In her feat of epic sulking she'd barely noticed the going ons around her with people sharing gifts and talking or complaining about sweaters and what not. Benitoite had gotten her attention however as he searched for her with his gift in hand, her ears lifting just a little to try and catch what he was saying when suddenly the figurative 's**t hit the fan'.

It was a temper tantrum worthy of a queen, one Dahlia herself attempt to emulate in some smaller manner. However the end result was not simply sulking or gained attention. The hair of her tail rose as they were suddenly being attacked.

Between the tree and those fighting it there was complete chaos. Most of her time was spent trying to dodge being stepped all over or hit by flying projectile despite the slightly disorienting sweater that clung tightly to her chest. Her pivoting was slowed, her leaps off balanced with the foriegn added weight. And her rage and frusteration only grew more and more as time drew on. The look of grumpiness she had before was nothing compared to the daggers she was starring now, her teeth and claws clearly bared.

As Hematite and Chromite were captured and then flung across the room, the final straw of irritation in Dahlia snapped, light beginning to crackle and snap from the dark star on her forehead. Her laser was supposed to be last ditch.. doing it didn't guarentee anything nor would it leave her in a good position afterwards. But if Beryl could temper tantrum and drama queen well then... Dahlia wasn't going to go out without a little drama of her own.

With a loud fizzle a beam of light shot from the corrupted cat, aimed at the tree.

Ow. Those needles actually stung! The General looked almost bewildered at first, swiping at his face to dislodge some of the more stubborn pieces of pine still latching onto his skin before bursting out into laughter. He was laughing so hard that his next swipe could barely even be called an attack, a hand clapped over his eyes with utter mirth.

Now this was a party!

Bismuthite narrowly avoided the pins that went hurtling towards him and his comrades, but avoidance meant OH HEY, there's a wall! His head, already pounding, met the wall as he misjudged the distance he had between it an himself.

He shook his head in attempt to shake off the dizziness and stars, and moved in for another attack...

((aaaand gonna roll for damage done since I only rolled one die. Ooops...))

But aparently he was still dizzy, as the projectile he threw missed, and broke, but the shards of the once-ornament went flying back at the youmatree.

...

A shower of pine needles came flying, and even a tiny target like Dahlia wasn't missed in the onslaught. Needles caught in her stupid sweater, protecting her midsection, but a few pricked her flanks, a feline yowl of pain and angry escaping her.

The shot of the laser had left her exhausted, she barely had the energy to even nurse her wounds and try to remove the needles, which by the way were probably going to leave a horrible sticky mess that was take literally forever to get out of her dense fur.

Ducking back and hopefully out of the line of attack once again it was sheer luck that she plopped onto an ornament hard enough to send it flying (pathetically) towards the tree.

This was not the glamourized view of a 'Christmas Party' that the cat had been led to believe.

Head laser shots were tiring... especially considering how much energy she'd put into the rage filled shot. So while her ears twitched appreciatively towards the familiar voice calling out to her, it took a long moment before she actually acted upon it. She pushed herself up once, only to wobble crazily enough that she sank back down to the ground.

Taking a moment to try and focus she tried again, this time getting a few steps before she sunk to the ground again and began to crawl and pull herself, panting hard by the time she'd pulled herself to Benitoite's hopefully safe place. She looked almost like a ragdoll, too tired to even flick and flip her tail around, but she was definately grateful for the company.

Someone else could take care of that tree now.

~rolling

With the lingering effects of the alcohol wearing off, Esperite was quickly regaining his usual zeal. No longer blinded or deafened by one of the youma's many annoying attacks, the crimson-eyed lieutenant was ready to finally break out his daggers and go to town on the party crasher. Summoning both daggers, he charged forward and though he knew that the two plastic toys wouldn't be comparable to some of the more intimidating weapons possessed by his superiors, he still felt the need to work out some built up aggression against the Christmas tree youma.

"s**t!"

Darting back and forth as he made his way closer to the tree, Esperite was one of the many others who were working to avoid being impaled by the hundreds of needles that were flying through the air. Thankfully, the crimson-eyed lieutenant was able to dodge them as he couldn't imagine being deafened, blinded, and stung all in one night. The embarrassment of it would be enough to send him over the edge.

After a few moments of awkwardly dodging the tree's attacks, Esperite was close enough to begin smacking the tree with his twin daggers. Though they weren't sharp enough or really sharp at all, they were sturdy enough to knock a few loose branches off. As he continued to smack the tree and dodge incoming needles, Esperite felt rather ridiculous compared to anyone with a real weapon, which lead to a lengthy mental debate were he finally settled on the fact that most, if not all, of the lieutenants had to endure a similar struggle in order to make their way up the ranks. This thought remained as Esperite did his very best to at least seem useful.