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((Please don't kill me because this will be a triple post...rolling damage from this round))

1. Sailor Phact

(Oops, forgot to roll for Sess. orz; )

Name: Perdita
HP: 22 – 10 = 12
Physical Attack left: 5/5
Power Attack left: 2/2
Status: N/A
Potions: None

Perdita was so concerned about Oberon that she wasn't paying enough attention to the youma to notice it had fired off another attack. This ended up being a mistake as a razor sharp flower petal struck her in the arm, slicing through her capelet to draw blood from beneath.

Perdita hissed and brought a hand up to the wound on her arm, the same one that was already covered with blood from her head. “You two okay?” she asked.

This was a nightmare. Not only did it seem as if they were no closer to dusting the youma, but they wouldn't be getting anywhere if they continued to get hurt like this.

“Do either of you have any ideas on how to dust this thing?” she asked.

Name: Aquamarine
HP: 22 – 10 = 12
Physical Attack left: 5/5
Power Attack left: 2/2
Status: N/A
Potions: None

Jet's shove didn't little good to prevent Aquamarine from getting hurt. A low flying petal struck him in the hip, ripping right through the fabric of his uniform.

“Ow, ********!” he cursed, turning to glare at the youma.

Whatever. They were getting out of here. Let the rest of these fools deal with the thing. He didn't care.

Aquamarine grabbed Jet by the arm again. Even if Jet no longer needed much assistance, he figured it was best if they remained close while making their way toward an exit.

Damage roll for Alexandria

Name: Havasu Falls, Page of Pluto
HP: 25-1=24 ((lucky bugger missed the petals))
Physical Attack left: 3/5
Power Attack left: N/A -Page-
Status: None
Potions: None

Havasu was making his way through the fog, doing his best to dodge the falling debris as well as trying to get any remaining civilians to wake up. The broken pillar worried him but since it seemed like the roof was stabilizing some what he wasn't completely freaking out anymore. He would pass on the warning if and when he stumbled upon another fighter.

Rather than stumbling on a fighter he physically tripped on detritus scattered across the floor, this seemingly ill luck turned out to be well timed because the page hit the dirt, so to speak, just in time. The youma had released yet another magic attack and razor sharp flowers zipped through the air right where he had previously been standing. Rather than being sliced to ribbons he had a few more bruises, bumps, and minor cuts. Luck seemed to be with him this night.

He climbed to his feet, palming a brick, and hurried towards the epicenter of the battle. The youma needed to be defeated sooner rather then later. It didn't take him long to find his opponent but what he saw was so much worse. The youma appeared severely damaged but it seemed as if the fighters, both order and chaos, were just as badly hurt. A flash of white drew his eye to a senshi that looked like she was barely holding on, "Phact?"

The senshi of doves had saved his a** on occasion and they had fought together often. If his feelings for the raven haired fighter wasn't more then friendly Havasu believed they could be great friends but he didn't want to feel that kind of attraction... he had a girlfriend he liked dearly. However watching her, in obvious pain, he felt guilt, anger, sadness, and the urge to protect her well up in him. His hand unconsciously gripped the brick, with more strength it would have turned to dust. Havasu could feel the grit and pits in the clay block, a particularly sharp point sliced into his palm shallowly. The pain drew him from his indecision and with all the confusion that was building up in him he threw the brick with all his might right at the youma.

Not caring if it hit or how hard he turned from the trajectory of the debris and hurried to Phact's side. Regardless how he felt about her he would not leave her here, not while he could help. "Can you move? We've got to get you out of here."

Physical attack: 9+9 = 18

Name: Sailor Cor Caroli
HP: 19 - 10 = 9
Attacks Left: 4/5
Physical Attack left: 4/5
Power Attack left: 2/2
Status: OK
Potions: None

Cor Caroli knew that staying so close to the youma would have consequences. Three blades whirred by him, and he felt each one cut into his sides (two on the right, one on the left). They weren't deep, but they were bloody. How was he going to explain this to his parents? Well, the youma had attacked everyone, so many people were going to have lots of explaining to do.

The buff from his magic was still coursing through him, and he knew he had to keep fighting. With a grunt, he stomped at the youma again, hoping to pull some petals off before it could shoot them, or at least make it stop spinning.

Cor Caroli hits for 18 damage due to 2x multiplier!