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Palatine made a grab for the tennis ball tossed at her by some Senshi with wings whose name she was by no means familiar with. He was as young looking as most of them were, and that was really all that mattered to her. She had no desire to fight with someone who was barely more than a child.

Why was she here, then? She continued to ask herself that, and she continued to come up with excuses that didn’t quite offer a complete explanation. She wanted the practice, but if she refused to do so with a child or a teenager as her opponent when they seemed to make up a majority of the forces, how was she to do so?

Perhaps she wasn’t cut out for this after all. It was a useful distraction from the other things in her life she felt the need to be distracted from, and there was certainly something morally just about defending the city or saving the world from evil and darkness or whatever she was supposed to be doing, but it was difficult, at times, to take it all seriously. The events at the Carnival had certainly gone a long way to reinforce the idea that all of this was real, but it still didn’t make her any more inclined to punch one of her supposed allies in the face simply to get a little practice in.

Palatine made an absent-minded grab for the tennis ball, but it had gone—it’d either been caught by someone else or bounced off out of sight. It seemed as if most of those present intended for this to get a little more physical anyway. Palatine considered going for the Senshi with wings she thought had thrown the ball, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. For one reason or another, it would probably turn out to be a bad idea. She’d either have to hit him, or she’d realize she was woefully outmatched against an Eternal, and she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to accept that a kid was stronger than she was, no matter what sort of aura he gave off.

For lack of anything better to do, Palatine threaded through the crowd of fighting Senshi and Knights, dodging here and there when it was necessary and circling around behind the only person she currently did not feel guilty for hitting.

She gave Sessrumnir a warning tap on the shoulder. If he turned around, he’d find a fist aimed straight for his face.

She avoided the nose and the eyes, though. You know, because she was considerate like that.

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Red Team!

Ganymede was relieved to have the assistance of the page he’d made brief, awkward conversation with before the session began, but he was seriously beginning to consider the stability of the balance beam.

And if not the stability, then the space. He could still keep his bearings, but he was pretty sure there wouldn’t be much room left to actually fight on it if anymore people jumped up.

So he risked looking like a coward and jumped down after giving Ida another poke in the shoulder for the sake of trying. (He thought he looked pretty ridiculous in his burlesque get-up as it was, so he figured looking like a coward in the process wasn’t going to make much of a difference; Ganymede was pretty sure few people took him seriously to begin with.) He did, however, attempt another smile, and tried to make his laughter seem a little less awkward.

“You don’t sound too sure of yourself there, Pasiphae,” he called out to his friend again, but he was only teasing her. “Good person” or not, he was still in the habit of teasing his friends.

“‘S not that I don’t want to fight,” he tried to explain. “Actually, I don’t really want to if I don’t have to, but it’s more like I... uh... I’m not really good at it. Don’t really like to unless it’s necessary, kinda just came for the company, I guess. Being a supportive friend or something. If I get into a tight spot I just use my magic, but I really don’t think you want to get a taste of that ‘cause it kind of hurts a lot and... yeah...”

Going to sit on the bleachers was a tempting idea, but he already felt like enough of a failure most of the time without scampering off, so he held his ground.

“Really, I just don’t want to hit you, but if you want to try and come at me I can just... dodge or something...” he tried.

Falias picked himself up from the ground still embarassed over his little tumble - after he'd been brought low by a dodgeball of all things - a dodgeball.

Although the darn thing no longer seemed to be on the floor. In fact come to think of it the rest of the ammunition that had been around earlier seemed to have disappeared too. He glanced around - yep definately disappeared.

Not particularly sure what he was supposed to do next Falias looked round and saw a guy with some sort of winged helmet on. Tapping him on the shoulder it only belatedly occured to him that the guy was wearing a red bandanna and he probably should have sought out someone in blue.

But ah well he was here now might as well ask. And if he was lucky then the other guy hadn't caught his earlier tumble over the dodgeball.

He waited for the other to turn round before asking "You wouldn't happen to know what we do next do you?"

With the 'ammo' disappearing like it had Falias wasn't sure whether it was some hidden symbol or if they were merely supposed to ignore the mysteriously disappearing ammo and continue on.

With all the playful ‘weapons’ collected and no longer being readily used by everyone, Sessrumnir was quite content to just sit back and watch as the events, or lack thereof, unfolded around him.

He wasn’t really in the mood to beat up on little kids, especially after the recent events. If someone wanted to ask him for help in learning how to defend themselves, or even how to fight better, he would be more than happy to offer a hand; however, it looked as though many were just as confused about what to do as he was.

At least until he got a small tap on his shoulder. He’d barely even had a chance to turn around when he found himself socked in the face!

“The hell was that for?!” he recoiled and stumbled back, a hand reaching up to cover his abused cheek as he felt around with his tongue to check for loose teeth. “s**t,” he swore, rubbing at his face and sorely tempted to haul off and hit her back. He restrained himself for the moment as he awaited a response.

Blue Team Members!





Horatio was unafraid of a little tusseling! She dug her claws into the ground as best she could to keep from getting bowled over--again--by her larger opponent, and twisted to n** at the other kitty's throat. "Heeeey I was making a new friend and maybe she would've given me cuddles and... well, cuddling you would be way awkward, don't you think? BUT HAHA I GOT YOU GOOD!"

In terms of attacking with her body and not her words, the Himalayan began to jump up and down to try and shake off the other Mauvian. She was smaller and faster but she was beginning to get the distinct impression that this other kitty was not only stronger but meaner. Some people just couldn't take a joke, jeez.
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Pasiphae smiled at Ida in open gratitude for her special consideration of Ganymede's needs. His teasing did not go unnoticed, but before she could adequately defend herself she felt a pluck at the back of her head! As hoped, she whirled around and not immediately seeing anyone, gave a baffled gasp. Did... did someone have the power of invisibility? How was she supposed to fight what she couldn't see?!





Red Team: 398-8 = 390 HP

Red team! (Miss)

Alfheim didn't react too well to being tapped on the shoulder when everyone was starting to get physical, but luckily his startled flail didn't do any damage or make contact. Luckily?

"Oh, uh," Well that polite, but he supposed it was all a game and so politely asking if one wanted to spar was pretty classy.

"Sure," He grinned crooked before he adjusted his hands into fists under his leather gloves, glad for the opportunity to assume a defensive stance before anything went down. Though, given his past encounters with senshi and sparring all he could think to hope for was that no one thought to step on his toes again. That s**t hurt.

Athene hadn't expected the Squire to flail out in his direction, but perhaps he should have - given that most people were sparring after all.

Athene managed to avoid the flail, although he probably wouldn't have minded too much if it had made contact as long as he wasn't socked too hard.

Returning the Squire's grin with a slight smile of his own Athene shifted into a stance of his own. "Fighting's not my strong point" he admitted his quiet voice sounding slightly rueful, "But I'm trying to get better. Shall we?"

On those last two words he moved forward, his right hand swinging out flat palmed at the Squire, although Athene was trying to keep it at tap strength.

It wasn't his preferred method - he usually preferred to wait and let the other person make the first move - but Athene thought he'd try and be different this time round.