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General Faustite: 10 + 5 + 7 + 5 + 11 = 38

Faustite: 10 + 5 + 7 + 5

"Fine," he responded to Benitoite as he rolled his injured wrist. Burns still smoldered where his skin was exposed, but there was nothing for it. Fight should've ended already, by his preference.

"Sorry, Argon, you must've shocked me braindead." He stepped backward, remaining equidistant from Encke, but readying himself for a sprint. "Don't worry, though; I'm not as useless as I look.

"Benitoite! Throw your spear at it. I'll land on it, drive it home.

"And Argon, use your magic on the spear. Try not to shoot prematurely." He added, gritting his teeth. Would've been better if he had a bite guard; little trust lived between them, even less when it came to combat. White Moon lacked the formal training the Negaverse received.

There was nothing for it; commitment made, Faustite sprinted forward, and hoped that Benitoite both listened and aimed true, lest the flametongued one become the lightning rod.

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Chibi Super Charybdis - 4 + 6 +8 + 6 + 6 = 30 damage

It fell down! The group of people bopping the bad lizard on the head were victorious at last! Lifting a stick from the ground, Charybdis rushed forward to help smack it again. She had to watch out for the arms, legs, tail, and angry lasers coming from its face. She raised the stick overhead, bopping the bad monster- and got smacked by another limb.

Her small body went flying, falling roughly to the ground. Whew! At least she hadn't hit one of those nasty-looking broken branches!

Lt. Mourite - 6 + 2 + 5 + 4 Damage

Corrupt Super Sailor Nembus: DMG = 4 + 9 + 4 + 5 = 22

What was happening?

Nembus couldn't help her quiet alarm as she watched the monster not only take a stumbling fall to the ground, a loud quake that practically threw her on her behind, but started to outright bubble as it fell apart. It felt as odd as the moments in the bottle, and she couldn't help shivering as she watched it continue to flail and continue to make an attempt to attack them.

And then it blinded her, a taste of her own medicine, and she couldn't help a quiet groan as she reached up to shield her eyes away from the flare of energy and brightness in front of her.

Once she was able to see more than spots, she was able to tell it was starting to flail and act in desperation. She wasn't sure if the tall wisp-monster could even still see anything in that position, but she decided there was only one good option: make sure it still couldn't see.

"ARC BURN!"

Corrupt Sailor Albite Senshi of Retribution -
Atk Total: 29

Poor wisps - Albite hoped the creatures impending end would release them from whatever had gone awry - hoped even more it’d happen without flattering the city and all of them in its wake.

“Binding retribution!” Another hefty chunk of rock, slingshot at the flailing dying thing. Chipping away at its hide. Wary of the gathering trapped energy - Albite wasn’t eager to get in close.

Lieutenant Roselite - 5 + 7 + 2 + 0 + 0 because meh = 14

Roselite couldn’t hear everything Bloodstone said, but he heard enough.

He didn’t believe it. Maybe he was useful back in Negaspace, where there was a quiet office he could hide away in, filling out and uploading the paperwork other people found tedious. But here, like this, he was a burden. Bloodstone could be fighting the monster right now; he knew how, because he was competent and well trained, had been even before he joined the Negaverse, probably. This was Bloodstone’s arena, and he had the weapon to prove it.

Roselite had nothing, just a dinky butter knife, which was probably just as well; he wouldn't know how to use anything else. At this point, he didn’t even know where the knife went. He could summon it back, but… what good could he possibly do?

At the next quake, Roselite managed to peel his eyes open. The monster was floundering. He could see that much, though he kept his hands clamped over his ears, blocking out as much sound as he could.

“Go,” he said. His breathing wasn’t totally under control, but it was better than it had been. “It’s almost—…” Dead, hopefully. “I’ll stay.”

Princess Ganymede - 9 + 6 + 6 + 10 + 7 = 38

She didn’t have the time to worry about what Benitoite could possibly want with the monster’s energy. Something evil, no doubt. Fortunately, he had no means to collect it.

Ganymede wrapped herself in Valhalla’s cape, then swore when he charged forward.

She trusted Valhalla, to an extent. She knew he would protect her when a situation called for it, and that he would listen to her when it came to formulating a plan. He was a little less naive than he used to be, but he was still Val. His heart was in the right place, but he also wore it on his sleeve, and sometimes it got in the way of his brain.

Not that she hadn’t charged after monsters before.

Whatever. He couldn’t blame her for being protective.

Of course she went after him. He didn’t go far, or get too close, but she wasn’t willing to leave much distance between them.

The light the monster gave off was blinding. The liquid energy continued to burn with each ********>,” she muttered.

At least it appeared in the final throes.

“Now or never!” she told both Valhalla and Benitoite.

Ganymede took off her shoes. With her normal magic depleted, the magically comfortable glass would have to do. She threw them both at the monster, then flung her tiara while she was at it. It wasn’t a youma, so it might not do much, but at this point she had little else other than her crystal.

As much as she’d like to see Benitoite in agony, the monster took precedence.