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She was definitely very much right about her idea to back up, especially seeing what was happening to the strange crater in the ground that was beginning to form. The cocoon was cracking--what would emerge? Was the silver king about to turn into a damn butterfly now? A butterfly of insanity and death, she would have thought, especially with the way he was acting before. Her fingers tapped against her leg, her eyes a bit frantic as she wasn't able to take them away, needing to see what would happen to the odd cocoon.

As it cracked.

Cracked.

And grew cold, making the Silver-born woman shiver unhappily, holding onto her arms and rubbing them as if that would fix whatever the problem may be. That problem soon became obvious, alarm crossing her face as a Silver King emerged, though it was not the Silver King she knew. There was something very different about this Silver King, something that immediately frightened her.

Whatever was Silver, really, if their King could shift so easily, hatching from cocoons.

She didn't understand much of what was going on, and decided to go closer to The White King and Sinclair. These were people she knew, at least, and perhaps she would be a bit safer within their range. She repositioned herself, keeping up her defenses as she had before, and watched the events in front of her like the curious Silver-born she was.

Night hissed in pain as he felt the dragon's blow and clutched at his side.

The king was doing so much more damage then they were to him, he could only hope they could bring him down quicker.

"Just stop fighting us Aymet!"

Not speaking, perhaps for fear of losing any possible advantage, Uluiru lunged for the violet pawn, his expression intent. It hardly seemed fair, to not at least attempt to even the odds. Unfortunately, at the last second, he slipped slightly in the mess that was the battlefield, at this point, barely grazing his intended target with the tip of his blade.

The Moon was as sensitive as a cat, probably because of the adventures she took with her parents. Therefore, she moved aside quickly as a bullet shot from somewhere and flew towards her. She tried to see who shot it but there were too many people in the battlefield. Moon just could made it out. She waited for a while and confirmed that there was no dangers anymore.

Meanwhile, a familiar figure came into sight, it was -

"Sun!" She yelled at the shadow. Moon was very happy that she was alright. Recalling her first intention to find Sun, she dug her hand inside one of her pouches and grabbed something in her hand while she made a sincere kiss on it. She put her hands around Sun's neck for a while, giving the thing to Sun and said softly. "I hope it can protect you." Then, they were separated again, by attackers from other kingdoms.

The Moon dealt with the assault while spaced out a bit, hoping Sun would be alright.

Please protect my friend.

The Violet King arrived with his head held high and his chest puffed out, a bit too confident for someone so small and poorly dressed for battle. He put his faith in attempts and participation, and he was here, wasn't he? There was great merit in what he was doing, and the fact that he knew that seemed to ooze from all of his pores.

Despite the completely inappropriate timing of his positive gestures, he gave a pat on the back or thumbs-up to each (flickering) Violet citizen he passed on the battlefield, not stopping until he'd reached the familiar form of the Black King. The Voice's intention may have been to pit them against each other, but Thackery seemed to have better plans. Like having a conversation in the middle of a war.

"Hiiii, Aymet," he chimed, wiggling his fingers in greeting. "You'd never guess the day I've had."

Just killed Henry again. For the second time. No big deal.

The Shadowlord's words caught and held his attention. He gave one last warning glare to Alicia before he faced Aymet, staff raised. "Do you now?" He challenged, his voice bitter. "You traded in a kingdom of cold and frost for one of shadows? You've changed. You're no longer Aymet. You..."

His shoulders shook. A glance towards Nev, another towards Night. Was it really okay? He grunted as Millie struck him, spitting at her before charging towards Aymet. He would need to thank Mari, Tess and Arynek later.

"CAN YOU FEEL THE WET PUNCH OF MEROPE UPON YAR HARRR!?" Merope bellowed as he charged, intending to jump-smack the black crown off of Aymet's head with his staff.

And of course he missed.

She very nearly lashed out as someone approached her, but froze when she saw that it was New Moon. She was startled into smiling again, and was almost swamped with a feeling of gratitude. Here was a friend, a comrade... she hoped. The smile faltered, and Sun tensed when New Moon reached into a pouch.

She didn't know what to expect when the Shadow's arms swept around her neck. A hug? A garotte? When she pulled back, Sun's hand went to her throat, and encountered a foreign object. She pulled it out to look at it.

A necklace. A silver necklace with a golden stone set in it. Sun wasn't familiar with gemstones. She had no way to know it was a sunstone. But the memory the gift evoked of just hours ago (had it really been just a few hours?) restored Sun's smile. Leading Ary through the streets of the Shadow Kingdom, showing her the Supply Room, welcoming her to the ranks of the Shadow army. She looked up to thank New Moon, but she was gone, and Sun was brought back to the battle. She whipped around, trying to place where New Moon had gone, but stopped herself. No, she would find her later. For now, it was enough to know that she still had comrades. For now, she would fight.