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[Soyala, Corrupt Mauvian || Prompt 4]

And then the monster began to grow, and Soyala felt her anger building. She yowled, and leapt at its leg, and began scrabbling up, letting her little kitty claws dig into it.

The growing dark and growing dread clung to her like a terrible, wet coat, but she refused to give in. She was Soyala. She was a proud servant of the Negaverse. She had helped bring so many Senshi into Chaos's welcoming arms.

She would keep doing so, and to keep doing so, she had to fulfill her purpose here.

She had to destroy this monster. No matter how much she wanted to turn and flee from the eyes that stared at her out of the black.

[Elsa, Dark Mirror Super Senshi || Prompt 4]

And then, the dark.

The dark, and the eyes.

Elsa shuddered, head to toe, as a crushing sense of dread washed over him. He knew it wasn't coming from within--his emotions didn't turn on a dime like that, and even a thousand hungry eyes staring at him wasn't enough to make him want to run. But something was, and it was an active effort for Elsa to stand his ground and snarl at the darkness.

The monster, he reminded himself, wasn't the only predator here.

X Silistra Page of Saturn: Dam 4 + 7 + 8

Roll 4

Silistra frowned as the trees grew and the creature grew still pieces of trees flew everywhere and brave senshi and knights were going in to attack even with the danger. Silistra was not a warrior like them so she had decided at this point to stay back and help the wounded bandage their wounds with whatever she could find to help with. She felt the wrongness of this situation and place she sighed and rubbed her eyes wiping dirt on her face by accident. She really wanted a real bath when she got home. This place was terrible for keeping clean, which bothered Silistra.

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X Salior Vela Corrupt Senshi of Bonfires: Dam 4 + 4+ 4 + 5

Roll 4

Vela was still at it attack jumping, dodging, fighting, she was saving her last power move for when she needed it so for now she was just kicking and punching, no matter the size of the monster or the darkness she refused to give up or give in to the feelings of unease. She was so done with this village, she had work and school to get back to even if she had missed three damn weeks of both. She would find a new job and she would figure out classes again, but first, she would have to get home to do anything.

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X Salior Morpheus Dark Mirror Super of Surreality: Dam 5 + 3 + 9 + 10

Roll 4

Morpheus was still fighting he didn't mind the darkness or the strange feeling his life was a strange feeling after all, but it didn't matter. He didn't want to stay in the village even though he didn't have much to go back to in Destiny City he still wanted to return and perhaps figure out his past or at least figure out where he wanted to go with his life. That wouldn't happen if he stayed in this strange village. So he kicked and punched and prepared to use his magic to try to distract the monster. He didn't care how big it got, the bigger they are the harder they fall.

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X Silistra Page of Saturn: Dam 4 + 7 + 8 + 3

Make up for Roll 3

Silistra watched everyone and everything that was going on, she had tried to fight but it had not felt right to her, she was a knight of Saturn which was in part about death, but it was also about watching and binding and that was what she intended to do. Watch and bind the wounds of those who needed her help. She held her lantern close to her chest, feeling like this was what she was meant to do. She had to help others, not hurt them if she could help it. She went looking for fabric she could find in the houses that she could rip up and make into bandages.

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Squire Pendour- Roll 4: 5

It wasn't okay, even as she played her soft music and stood there with her blind side turned to the carnage. Still, with Oberon's arms still wrapped around her shoulders, there was a moment where things were better.

It was short lived, though. Even as she played, she was watching as the trees grew around her, blocking out any remnants of moonlight. Pendour was careful with her emotions. She did not like to hate things, but if there was anything she hated as much as senseless violence, it was not being able to see. Her notes faltered, and within a few moments her ocarina had slipped from her trembling fingers. It hit the dirt with a dull thud. The tears were really coming, now.

Instead, she hugged Oberon back with a tightness he might not have expected from somebody who was usually so soft. She needed something to hold onto as she turned to take a look at the battle. The feather-eyes stood out against the darkness, stretching out much farther than they should have been able too, and she thought she could still make out claw swipes, even wilder than before. A shockwave hit a tree a few feet away from her, and she tensed.

"They made it angry," she murmured, voice small and scared. That was one of the first things she'd learned in this war. Angry, scared things were so much more dangerous.