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Sapphirine: Corrupted Senshi of Orcas: 2 + 9 + 6

Sapphirine wanted to just groan in utter annoyance. There were so many people here, and yet this monster just...wouldn't admit defeat and roll over like a good kaiju. What a pain in her a**.

"Fluke Slap!" She cried, sending the magic towards the creature's legs, hoping to continue to help add to the damage that was being done. It looked as though it was...bleeding? Something was coming out of it at the very least, something that hurt as much as she hoped it was hurting the creature, but...

When her wrist began to sting and burn, the corrupt jumped backwards, rubbing the skin off on her fuku, and hissing softly. Thank God she was mostly covered...that stuff hurt.

[Caer Sidi, Page of Cosmos: 2 + 7 + 4 = 13 DMG]

So much of Caer Sidi's skin was bare or barely covered--even ducking behind Hyperborea didn't entirely protect her from the terrible radiance the creature spewed. She hissed in pain, clutching her shoulder, but she took a deep, shuddering breath. No time to whine or complain . They were here to fight.

So she darted out from behind Hyperborea to hurl another rock at the monster, but her throw was somewhat interrupted by Hype tacklingh er out of the way of the sweeping tail.

Her entire train of thought was also interrupted by Hype tackling her. She made a quiet sputtering noise, trying to form words that weren't directly related to the fact that she was currently lying on the ground beneath the gorgeous Amazonian woman she happened to have an absolutely massive crush on.

"Uh," she said, as Hyperborea helped her up, and she hoped that her face wasn't as red as it felt or at least that Hype was too focused on the fight to notice, "I'm fine, thanks, that...was close."

[Houshi Ryokan, Page of Jupiter: 0 + 0 + 6 = 6 DMG]

Houshi did not pretend to be the finest Knigh tin the business. Not at all.

She'd shown up, and fought, and after that terrible trip into the Rift, she'd fled, and not powered up for years. She'd concentrated on her career, on being a better ballerina, on her family. She could have continued doing that.

But she had stepped outside, and seen the monster on the horizon, and felt a moment of fury.

No. She would not let this beast run unchecked.

It had taken Houshi some time to gather up her wits and run for the edge of town. She wasn't often shy, or fearful, but she didn't like the idea of charging into a fight alone against a monster. And she would be totally alone--there were few people she knew, and even fewer she could trust. She was alone in this world of magic and monsters, and that, to Houshi, was discomfiting. She hadn't seen Metis in quite some time, and never encountered anyone else more than once.

Ah well. She could only do this if she continued to press on. And even though she arrived to see plenty of people attacking the monster, well. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and so she leapt into the fray as well, throwing her body forward to slam into the great, lumbering beast. She could do this. She could stand strong, and help fight, and that would mean something.

Unfortunately, she was unguarded against its burst of light, and she cried out in pain, throwing her arms up. The skin revealed by her uniform burned, and she cringed from the terrible, painful light.

Super Sailor Monoceros: 3 + 0 + ? = ?

[apparently didn't register the first number, jesus]

Agent Thorite: 7

Thorite was, to be frank, completely ******** tired. He'd been trying so hard to just enjoy the festival and have a good time despite meeting that freak a** merchant guy and having his good time thrown for a loop. He shuddered at the thought of that guy. Man, that... whatever the hell he was... left a bad taste in Thorite's mouth. And also his spine. (That didn't make any sense, what the hell was he thinking?).

All he'd wanted was to have a good time, man! He had finally gotten to a point in his life where he had a permanent place to stay, even if it kind of sucked. He was slowly (very slowly) gaining friends! He still didn't really have any money, but he had plenty of food thanks to the Negaverse's castle stores. He was hoping to get a job soon like Captain Sylvite had mentioned to him back when he was first getting settled, now that he felt a little more stable. He'd flirted with a guy who had flirted back and scored a coffee date! That was awesome!

Things had been looking up, despite the little bits of strangeness!

And now he was fighting ******** Godzilla! As if his week couldn't possibly be any more strange!

G-d, he was so tired.

Plus, he couldn't even very well do much with his stupid plastic toy. What kind of bullshit was that? Couldn't he at least have gotten a real hammer?

This just sucked. He'd probably get more mileage out of... Oh. The light bulb in his brain went off and he grinned sharply, picking up a large branch from one of the felled trees and wielding it like a club. Now this was a weapon.

With a guttural scream, he approached the monster and started wailing on it with his makeshift baseball bat. Hah. That was way better than his stupid plastic hammer thingy.

(He was pretty sure he looked a little maniacal, slapping the s**t out of a giant souped-up lizard with a crazy grin on his face, but he couldn't bring himself to care.)

Empyrean, Page of Jupiter - 5

Empyrean felt foolish throwing rocks and repeatedly hurling his anemometer at the monster, but there was little else he could do without a proper weapon. If he knew Paradise was somewhere safe instead of getting tossed about by shockwaves, he would draw closer and attempt to wedge something into one of the cracks forming up the monster’s leg.

Actually… perhaps he could do that.

He examined his wife’s arms after the energy landed on her exposed skin; fortunately, Empyrean managed to avoid direct contact, except for a patch of skin on his forearm that caught a mild burn.

“I can get closer to attack, but I’d prefer if you kept your distance.”

He knew his wife could take care of herself, but he also knew she could be a little too gung ho at times.

There was a Senshi nearby who seemed to be in need of help. Empyrean was certainly the helpful sort, and he knew his wife would be easily distracted by offering this young man her comfort and assistance, so Empyrean led her over to the fair haired Senshi (Pleione) and motioned for her to aid him in hoisting the tree branch off of their unlucky ally.

“Easy does it.” The branch was not so large that Empyrean couldn’t lift it on his own once it was removed. He heaved it up, judging the distance between himself and the monster, but he wasn’t very good at throwing non-spherical objects. “Darling, could you make sure this boy hasn’t been grievously injured?”

Empyrean had done many brave foolish things over the course of his life in the name of duty, but he could honestly say he’d never willingly charged at Godzilla with a tree branch for a weapon.

Until now.

General Jet - 4 + 4 + 10

Jet had been two seconds away from calling his own horde of youma when Faustite responded. What?? Was something blocking them from being able to call them from the Rift? Tried anyway, but just as Faustite said there was nothing.

“Thanks for trying,” he said back to the other General, and then turned to see how Lazurite and Carnallite were fairing.

Not too great with so much exposed skin and these little wispy things from the monster’s legs burning anything it touched. Jet growled under his breath and reached up to unlatch the cape from around his shoulders and quickly passed it over to Lazurite to cover herself from getting burned more, and then quickly tugged off the sash across his chest and around his waist so he could practically rip the buttons off the jacket he wore to make it even worth giving to Carnallite.

“Sorry it’s not much,” he grunted, tugging at the sleeves of the shirt he wore under his jacket, and making sure the buttons of that collar were closed. He didn’t want to risk getting burned more than he had to, especially since he wasn’t going to just stand around any longer.

But Carnallite was right about its legs. It looked like it was breaking apart, and they just needed to help it.

“Throw rocks. Aim for the cracks. And stay out of the way of anyone White Moon,” he told them, knowing neither of them could teleport, and if he ended up getting caught up in the outpour of energy or whatever it was from the monster’s wounds, he wouldn’t be able to get them back to safety.

“Lazurite, yell if you see it trying to attack. I won’t have a good angle to see. Carnallite, sorry, I know you don’t report to me, but if you could keep an eye out for any other weaknesses while you’re at it,” he asked and then pulled his weapon out from subspace.

He made sure he had a clear line of attack and then teleported close so he could slash down with his weapon at the cracks in the monster’s legs, bracing himself to be sprayed by the white energy.