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Lupu, Squire of Saturn Roll 3
Lupu laughed softly and swung at one of the fog creatures. “I am your backup! Isn’t that good enough for you? Seriously, besides, look at all of the people here. I don’t know anyone but you, I don’t think but...hey. Here I am.” He drew back the bow, and swung it sharply, getting one of the creatures right in the jaw.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get home, and you can buy me a good dinner when we’ve done it. You know, to make it up to me that we had to eat such...disappointing things over the last few days.”

Sure, it was his own fault that they were here to begin with but...still. It was up to the older brother to care for the younger.

Lupu, Squire of Saturn Roll 4

Cheating...what?

“Wait...what? How the Hell is it cheating if I go to dinner with my brother? Mal would never think such a thing?” Lupu felt so utterly flabbergasted and flung out an arm to catch his brother before he could fall. “You good? Maybe less teasing and more being you know, cool. Act like you’re the Squire that you’re supposed to be!”

The words were spoken more out of fear rather than anything else. “Let’s just work harder, okay? Let’s just work harder and stay alive okay? But yeah. Buy me dinner.” He drew in a breath and launched an arrow of his magic, hoping to hold the creatures away from them.

Civilian Alex - 4 + 4 + 3

Makeup Roll 3

Alex had a feeling she was going to be feeling the fight in the morning. Especially when she found herself hit by some of the wood from the splintering tree bark. She made a noise of pain, but squared herself up for another attack, intent on seeing them out of the strange town, back to their homes and families. Besides...what was a few splinters compared to labor?

Lawrence - Civilian - 5 + 2 + 5
Cherish and Yolie are not fiughting and so are not rolling! They're using Lawtrrence and Alex for protection.

Nope.

It was dark only briefly, and while he was untouched, he did feel concern immerdiately rise for his feminine company. The man glanced back to them, brows raising in concern as she shifted to give Alex a moment to recouperate.

"Is everyone alright?" He asked swiftly.

Cherish immediately stopped when it all went dark. A silence competitive with thjat of a snow storm blanketed them like the puffy white stuff, and the sensation of simething she pushed away fdrom it with a hiss, a puff of air telling her she evaded claws. Promptly Cherish looked around while the others responded before she answered her father.

"I'm good, Dad." Cherish affirmed.

Yolie hissed. The dark set her into a defensive stance, preparing to engagwe the monster when claws scratched her, leaving lines of red and pain, andf the woman hissed shartply as the area returned from the fog and the girlk looked up towardsa the beast with a snarl on her lips.

"It got me. I'm fine but oh. Oh if I had a gun." The woman snartled slowly. YTolie thewn shifted aside, narrowing her eyes. Raaaaage.

Super Chibi Lepus | 8+9+6+10 | Roll 4

The monster was growing bigger, like some kind of Power Rangers monster, or a gigantamax pokemon... or something along those lines. That would have been pretty cool to watch, under normal circumstances, like when they weren’t in the middle of some all out war against the creature. What wasn’t cool, though, was the crushing sense of Dread and Despair, emotions that Lepus generally never felt, reckless and overconfident as it was. This wasn’t right, making her feel this way- in fact, it was almost illegal, really! But there wasn't anything Lepus could do to shake it off, which made her even more agitated, because she wasn't supposed to feel this way.

There was also the problem of the monster continuing to attack, too. It wasn't as if she expected it to give up so easily, but it complicated matters, as between dodging flying pieces of tree, and keeping her footing from the strong gusts of wind, Lepus found it difficult to do much other than continue to either try distracting it more with her decoys, or just throw whatever projectiles she could find at it.

"Grrrrr... curse you, you vile fiend...!" she managed to say, through gritted teeth, "You're no proper villain- you're just a big bully!"

Civilian Kalani | 8+5+0+8 | Roll 4

Kalani was going to burn these clothes once they got home, she decided. Between being forced to live in primitive conditions for the past three weeks, getting knocked down into the mud, and now dodging not only splinters, but even tree trunks, there was a certain sense of ‘my carefully maintained self-image is ruined forever’. For once she actually wished to be able to power up in this situation, if only because phantom cats were a lot better to fight with than just throwing rocks.

With the darkness closing in on them, there was a sense of paranoia to be felt, but not exactly in regards to the monster, but more to how she was being perceived by everyone at the moment. Did she look wimpy, throwing rocks around like this? Surely her hair and clothes were a total mess right now. What would Rune think of this- actually, why did she even care about that?

Can we just get this over with already? Kalani thought to herself.

Sailor Deneb | Score: 5 | Roll 1

Deneb knew that the city liked to occasionally play mean tricks on its inhabitants, via whatever supernatural force was working behind the scenes, but being trapped in a rundown village for three weeks, while being at the mercy of a monster that attacked at night, was an entirely new low for it to sink to. She'd maintained her composure well enough for the most part through the time they'd been stuck here, aside from the shouting match she had gotten into with her 'roommate' at the start of it all; however, as one who insisted on perfection, and hated when she was presented with less than 100%, Deneb had found herself slowly but surely losing her cool when it became clear that salvation would not be found that easily.

Or quickly.

In general, she'd kept her displeasure to herself- there was undoubtedly no one here that would truly understand her frustrations, though at times it seemed like maybe her roommate perhaps held a similar mindset. Instead, she would just grumble to herself while out gathering, though even that did nothing to improve her mood. Used as she was to having everything handed to her, Deneb did not mesh very well to this whole 'having to provide for oneself' thing, nor did she ever wish to. Indeed, it took an awful lot of willpower to maintain her façade of being unbothered by it all.

When the tree crashed, Deneb was one of the first to go check it out. A way out had been revealed...? Finally, it took everyone long enough to make this happen, assuming it was another of the 'villagers' stuck here that had done the deed. Of course, if only it was so easy to just walk right on out of here- just as soon as the way out had been revealed, the darkness came rolling in with that suffocating fog- and along with it, minions of the forest guardian, made of fog.

"I've had enough of this," Deneb growled, very tired of this back and forth with the monster, and just wanting to go back home, "Bubble Blast!"

Sailor Deneb | 5+4+3 | Roll 3

Except... they weren't really doing any real damage to it so far, were they? In fact, it really seemed that their attacks so far only seemed to invoke its ire, as it became more enraged, slashing at trees and sending debris everywhere. Conversely, Deneb herself was becoming more enraged as well, because this was already taking way too long.

"Why don't you give up and die!?"