Larissa had silently cheered to herself when the squire had stepped onto one of the lilies. And she had made contact with her hit! But of course the squire went and used his own magic, making hers completely pointless. And when she blinked again she found herself in some sort of grand ballroom. She looked down at herself and she was wearing what, at least she considered, to be the ugliest dress she had ever seen. She was not a fan of the dresses of this period, and proceeded to freak out about it for a bit, trying to take the dress off any way she could! It seemed impossible though and the dress stayed on her as she continued to throw her arms about!
Super Sailoe Cetus: Team Black HP: 21/40 Damage Done: 7
"I have had worse. Martial arts since I was young...tournaments are worse." While they didn't carry weapons like the knight did that didn't mean a tournament couldn't lead to injury and it certainly didn't mean the hits were soft or weak and lacking strength. He'd faced plenty who were stronger, stronger than himself even.
When he landed on the ground, with a thud and the sound of air escaping his lungs, Cetus was left staring up at the knight for a moment. That had hurt and surprised him. It was never easy to predict an unknown persons attacks, especially when there was no known style in which they found. It made it hard to decide what to do, unless they were easy to read. When he did get back to his feet it was rolling backward and up onto his feet. Crouched low he moved into the others personal space quick and at the same time rose up and went for the face with his fingers kept closed and aiming to strike, rather than grab the mask.
Alph could only nod in response. At least this guy had training... unlike himself. Which meant that he hadn't expected the senshi to get up so quickly and up into his space just as quickly, and saw yet another hit coming towards his face. He moved, but not quickly enough, and was once again hit.
He in turn, once again sent out his staff, swinging it at the other while the senshi was so close. He hoped that the other wouldn't be able to react in time, but there was always a possibility that the senshi would dodge. It was hard fighting with a giant stick with a weight at the top for Alph, he still wasn't used to it. And he couldn't just get rid of it, he had to keep it. Negaverse agents were lucky in that regard, they didn't have to haul these ridiculous weapons with them everywhere.
Bernard sighed. "I'm not sure what is going on, but I was only trying to make it to the table with the delicious looking food over there. If you ladies wish, we could all go over there together and enjoy the food rather than stay in all of this..." He looked around at the fighting happening, still unaware of the use of the mask that was wrapped around him. "... brawling." He said, giving Meissa a small head bump as thanks, before moving down and plopping himself on the grass again.
He then started to make his way toward the table of food again, hoping that no one would trip over him this time. If he could run he would have.
Another bop on the head caused Beta to wince and rub the spot where she had been struck. It either wasn't as hard as last time or her scalp was losing feeling, but that didn't really matter. She was still struck again.
So this was... fighting? Beta had imagined it being a faster affair...
Beta wasn't expecting the shrillness of the whistle, so when it wounded, it cut through her like a knife. It made every hair on her body stand on end. Her first thought was that the squire was calling something, like a dog or pet of some sort, but when nothing came right away her thoughts turned to possible disorientation or temporary deafness. No, the din around her was still very audible, and she seemed to have her bearings about her just fine.
And then the fog rolled in.
So he had been calling something, just no animals. The ground was quickly covered with thick haze, obscuring Beta's ankles. She went nowhere for just a moment while the fog entered the scene and settled, resting at the height of her knees. Was it going to rise higher? Harm her in some way? She stood statue still and waited for the secondary effect before she did anything. When none came, she smiled just slightly.
And he was looking away. Now was Beta's chance. She aimed her foot again, hopefully trying to kick out the back of the squire's knee to topple him over like she'd seen on TV, missing almost entirely..
Ara ran to try to grab the knight's mask but before she could even reach it the older man's blind punch connected with her gut. It felt like she got punched with an iron gauntlet as she dropped to her knees clutching her stomach trying to not puke up her dinner.
The knight easily removed her mask at that point. "You're really strong." she managed to squeak out as she blinked away tears of pain. So that was the end of her. She got to her knees a bit shaky from the blow.
She looked at the other chibi senshi and mouthed 'I'm sorry' as she hobbled over to the sidelines with the other eliminated players. She was sulking a bit at having been defeated as she sat in grass tired and a bit sore.
Mel scrambled to get off the girl stepping on her as she 'helpfully' pushed at him. "Hey, hey! Ouch! What? Why!" He meowed in confusion as she shoved and pushed him off of her, not understanding what her deal was. "I'm no that fat! Am I?" He didn't think he was heavy enough to make a full grown human have any issues with his large and lanky form but apparently this girl didn't appreciate his attention.
"I was just- come on stop pushing!" He was trying to explain but the senshi wasn't having any of it and shoved him right off of her. "Well thats just rude!" Mel stuck his tongue out at her and made a face.
The fog was, in Lepus' opinion, ridiculously unfair. The fact that the squire hadn't gone after the decoy was also, in her opinion, equally unfair. It didn't mean that she was going to give up, of course- Lepus was determined to get his mask one way or another- but maybe distraction wasn't the way to go... at least right now.
She'd try again, of course, and it was tempting to call upon her magic again while he was still dealing with Beta, but another idea came to mind, that she acted upon instead.
Waiting for the fog to settle just in case, Lepus moved forward, focusing on what was ahead of her rather than the ground, and swung a fist, aiming a punch at Tortuga.
Anastasia didn't understand what the cat's problem was or why he wouldn't leave her alone. She was a cat person, most definitely but she wasn't this kind of cat person. Especially since he refused to leave her alone!
Where was a bedroom door to shut him out when she needed it???
"I said go away!" She huffed, managing to get back on her feet.
Something came to her and --
"Spirit Shackles!" The young senshi cried, blue eyes wide as the spirit rose beneath the cat and made a grab for him.
Sailor Scout Attack: Spirit Shackles
Anastasia summons a spirit that appears beneath the target and grabs at their legs trying to hold them in place. Dissipates after 20 seconds.
As much as she desired to just sort of hang up her mask and admit that she was over her head Meissa shook her head at the feline's suggestion. She had to at least attempt to fight. Although returning to the table would allow her to grab a mask for Richtersveld. As she snagged a black mask randomly from the table she glanced to Bernard and spoke softly, "I'd like to go back out there and just see if someone wanted to spar, but afterwards I wouldn't say no to a snack."
Her mind made up Meissa returned to Richtersveld and passed the mask over to the other woman. Her explanation was short as she stood back to allow Richtersveld to put on the mask. "It's like a strange version of capture the flag or flag football. We're supposed to treat those wearing opposite colored masks as the enemy that are trying to take our starseeds." Here she paused, and stepped a few paces back. "Let me know when you are ready."
When she realized she had somehow managed to walk into a practice brawl, Richtersveld couldn't help stepping back. She didn't want to spar. She didn't really want to fight anyone at all. Richtersveld knew it was unfortunately necessary in a fight against a group that was determined to literally snatch the souls away of humanity, but yet, she preferred herself in a support role. Doing harm to people was fundamentally against her duty--
When the cat senshi returned to Richtersveld, she took one of the masks, hesitantly. As much as she didn't really want to, she wasn't hard to convince. Richtersveld was never had to convince.
She was really a pushover.
"Oh, okay." Awkwardly, Richtersveld attempted to put the mask on without hitting one of her hair loops. It only worked so effectively, and the mask sat rather strangely on her eyes. She certainly had tried. At least she was able to see...
Maybe she wouldn't try to spar with her and just go for the mask instead. No potential for getting hurt. Carefully, Richtersveld made sure her first aid kit was set in a safe location before she cleared her throat. "Uhm, okay. So I just do this?"
She tried to snap forward at the woman's mask, but she didn't put a whole lot of force behind it.
Meissa was semi prepared for the blow and yet it still caught her a little off guard when the woman leapt at her. Her gaze was cool as she nodded her approval at the fierceness behind the 'assault'. Although her mask was secure around her arm Meissa still found herself turning to shield the area from the grasping fingers. "That's perfect. Now try this."
Meissa backed up a few feet and used her magic for the first time this night, "Meissa's Silent Stalker!"
Her gaze narrowed as the apparition of her magic took form.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Meissa's Silent Stalker Meissa will create the illusion of a bobcat that circles her chosen target for twenty seconds. During the duration of the illusion the target of the attack will feel like cornered prey being stalked by a predator. They could experience fear, anxiety and maybe even the need to flee. It takes attention away from Meissa and could maybe leave the target open to being attacked. It's a distraction technique at the most. The enemy has to be inside a nine foot radius for the feeling of prey to be most effective. If Meissa is struck during the duration of the attack the illusion will end abruptly.
Richtersveld couldn't help but flinch when she actually managed to hit the woman and not the mask she was going for. In fact, she almost opened her mouth to apologize before reminding herself that this was probably the point. It was fine. She wasn't doing any serious harm, anyway.
Why was she calling out her magic--
The bobcat--she guessed that was her sphere, then--illusion stalked around Richtersveld, and Richtersveld suddenly felt her heart rate increase. What was happening? On some level, she knew this was magic, knew it was an illusion, but by the same token, she wanted to run. She felt like she was going to be stalked. She felt like she was going to be eaten. Once again, she would be backed against the wall, slammed into it, a hand would sink into her chest and grab at her soul, take it away from her, and she wouldn't wake up that time, and she would be prey just as much as--
Richtersveld paled for a few moments, seemingly frozen, before suddenly shaking herself out of it.
No, no--
"Clever! That's quite the, ah, attack," offered Richtersveld, nervously, as she attempted to grab at Meissa's mask once more, trying to ignore the goosebumps all over her arms.
The reaction that Richtersveld gave was pretty much what Meissa had been expecting to happen. She of course had had Itsuki as backup on the night that she'd first employed her magical attack and the Mauvian had deserved the credit for ending the battle. She was just the sidekick. Here though, here she had hoped that her magic would allow her to take advantage of an opponent. It seemed though as if she still needed to learn to 'attack' in the same time as her magic was going to be the most effective. Seeing Richtersveld approach her again Meissa decided for the first time to meet her attack instead of dodging. Sometimes one had to go on the offensive as well. Balling her hand into a fist, with thumb tucked inside for protection, Meissa darted forward to meet Richtersveld. Her fist was aimed for the woman's stomach and her free hand was going to try and snag the mask if it were possible.
Richtersveld was honestly not putting too much force into her so-called attacks, mostly just grabbing for the senshi's arm and seeming concerned when she accidentally actually hit something. It was no exception when she managed to hit the bobcat senshi again, and she couldn't help a nervous, "Sorry!" unable to help her urge to apologize even though, well, it was a spar.
She wasn't expecting to be punched in the gut and didn't protect herself properly from it because of that, keeling over her center and coughing. It gave the girl quicker access to her mask but realizing that, Richtersveld straightened out and attempted to push the other away.
Well, once she tried to hook her finger around the mask, anyway.
