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Name: Melody Klein
HP: 14
Physical Attack left: 5/5
Power Attack left: 2/2
Status: None
Potions: Revival

She didn't feel brave, she'd admit. She was actually screaming on the inside trying not to just turn tail and flee but she couldn't. As long as Slate needed her protection, as long a this youma was here she couldn't leave.

No more blood on her conscious.

"There?" she asked, pointing at the racks to make sure she had the right are. "I can get us there not a problem." As long as she had a focus she could do this. She had to do this even if she wasn't too keen on leaving him behind.

She wasn't sure she believed his implied "I'll be fine".

Shifting her hold on him again Melody soldiered on with determination to get one of them to safety. Thankfully she managed rather quickly despite the loud screeching that caused glass to shower around them. The only damage so far was to her jacket, as she made an attempt to protect Slate, a couple of shards tearing the fabric some. Better then anything else that could have happened.

"Finally here," she cheered wearily, dragging him behind the racks once she finally got them on to the stage. She did her best to lower them to the floor, not used to helping other people move like this. Hopefully she'd done a good enough job helping him get to safety.

Of course now that they were here, she didn't want to leave him in case it got worse. But she needed to henshin and she couldn't do that here. She would have had better luck doing as such in the fog. Hesitantly she took a step away from him, hoping the distance would ease her reluctance.

It didn't.

"I'll be back for you, okay?" Brown eyes focused on his face a moment, hoping she might still find him here once the youma was gone. "I'm not going to leave you behind." Another step away then another towards the way they'd come.

"I'll be back!" Finally she tore herself away completely and ran off into the fog to henshin and join the fight.

Name: Valhalla
HP: 35 - 1 = 34
Physical Attack left: 5
Power Attack left: 2
Status: None
Potions: None

Valhalla had not been expecting the swipe, although why not he wasn’t sure. Lucky for him, it couldn’t get through his armor, and it left him with a stinging sensation, but not much more damage.

Name: Oort
HP: 25
Physical Attack left: 3/5
Power Attack left: 2/2
Status: N/A
Potions: None

There were flower petals on the ground, lots and lots of them all wilted and dead-like. There was glass on the ground too and Oort found himself having to step carefully over it in his sandals as he looked around to see if any of the faces around him belonged to his brother, the monster's shrieks mingling with other shrieks from those about him, the whole thing echoing in his ears.

He wanted to go home.

He wanted to find his brother.

He wanted the monster to go away.

He really, really wanted his big brother.

His brother wasn't amongst the faces of those close by him though.

A voice spoke from nearby, the speaker a lady with blonde hair and super bright green eyes, but she made him think of Scary Lady.

It wasn't on looks because she didn't look like Scary Lady, but there was something about her that made him think of the woman that he'd met in the woods with the creepy hand trick and so he gave her a wary look from out of his reddish eyes even as he tried to find something to find to throw at the monster.

He had managed to find something that felt like a pretty nice size piece of broken wood just as another voice spoke up from a tall man further up ahead from him and the blonde-haired lady and it was only because he seemed to be looking in his direction that Oort realised that the armour-clad man with the wing thingies in his hair was actually speaking to him.

He managed a nod before trying to throw his piece of wood at the monster. Because if they got rid of the monster then he could go find his big brother.

Name: Eternal Sailor Ganymede
HP: 24
Physical Attack left: 3/5
Power Attack left: 1/2
Status: N/A
Potions: Health

Ganymede wasn't sure if her suggestion would work either, and she wasn't entirely confident it was their best option considering how dangerous it seemed to be to get too close to the youma, but they had little else to work with at the moment. They had to try something, and if overwhelming it with a barrage of attacks was all they could do, they had to do it and hope for the best.

Though hope, she'd learned, was not always the best thing to rely on.

Wary of exhausting herself by using more of her magic, Ganymede instead found a discarded beer bottle and broke it so she had a piece of glass with a sharp point in her hands. Not the best of weapons since it meant she had to move in close, but it was the best she could think of at the moment.

She paused before striking, noticing a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. Instinct compelled Ganymede to approach Cyllene. She resisted. Now wasn't the time for tearful chats and guilty consciences. Perhaps later, once the youma was out of the way, but not now.

“I don't think the Negaverse planned this,” she said to Valhalla and Alexandria. “There're agents fighting it, too.”

Then Ganymede moved in for another attack, charging the youma from the side and sticking the sharp point of the broken beer bottle into its flank.

Name: Palatine
HP: 29
Physical Attack left: 4/5
Power Attack left: 2/2
Status: N/A
Potions: None

Palatine considered her teapot and contemplated making an announcement that she could tend to injuries if need be, but she doubted she'd be heard over all that screeching. Too slow to lift her arms up to protect herself from the shower of broken glass, Palatine received a cut along her hairline, and another to the back of her neck. She hissed and placed a hand upon the wound to her neck; it came away covered it ********,” she cursed again. It was about the only thing she felt she could say at the moment. Nothing else seemed pertinent to the situation at hand.

She could have used her teapot on herself but chose not to. Better to save it for someone who might really need it. For the time being she sent her teapot back into subspace, to be summoned again whenever it came into use.

For a weapon, she searched through the broken glass at her feet until she found a few large shards she thought might do the trick, inching close enough to throw them at the youma, hopefully without putting herself within reach of it.

Name:Corrupt Eternal Sailor Ate
HP: 29
Physical Attack left: 5/5
Power Attack left: 1/2
Status: None
Potions: None

Sailor Ate watched as Sailor Ganymede threw a bottle of beer at the Youma and the in horror saw someone else did the same thing. Pulling a face of grief at the loss of alcohol seemed a little out of context right now but she did it anyway, hardly noticing as the glass cut the tops of her shoulders as she made her way towards the Eternal.

"Do you have to waste the good stuff!? Why don't we start throwing diamonds at it while we're here!"

She was half joking, half mourning the waste of a decent drink but it seemed to be doing the trick as the Youma reacted to every one that hit its body. More and more of its fragile petals dropping away as the Youma tried to slash at those nearby. She couldn't bring herself to physically throw a full bottle but she could definitely use the empty discarded ones all around her.

"This is why I love humans, such filthy polluting ******** out her attack she pulled the bottles and empty plastic cups that scattered the room throwing them at the Youma. The projectiles hit their mark as well as some flying right past it and yet...it didn't seem to do a thing. Again the cold fear of what she had let loose on this world rose up in the pit of her stomach. As long as no one found out it was her who released it she could deal with just having the monster to fight and no one else.

Sunshine Alouette

For mention

Rolling for Ganymede to see if dodged the attack. Reaction in next post.