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...Uh, wow. That 'guy' was glowing. Which...well usually this would be pretty cool but Schee had the distinct feeling this wasn't a very good kind of glow. In fact, it wasn't one he wanted to give off, and considering his choice of accessories...
"I thought you'd -never- ask Zink-man!"
FINALLY! A chance to stretch his legs and do some fighting. A rather large (and particularly nasty) grin spread across his face, and it seemed as though in a blink of an eye his weapon had been drawn. Well..if you wanted to call it a 'weapon', considering it was nothing more than a sticker-decorated plastic videogame controller in the shape of a guitar.
"Time to go squash a bug!"
Unfortunately for himself, Schee wasn't much of a fighter. As such, the first battle strategy that came to mind was to full-on charge the monster, swinging the guitar as hard as he could once close enough.

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Mantiz had the tranny under control; now it was Ilie's turn to take some very well-deserved relaxation time.

Or not. You know, people shooting things at her? Was not very good. Luckily, though, she could teleport, and that was exactly what she did. She disappeared the instant she noticed the attack, reappearing behind Zinkenite. "Come on now, let's be team players! Go help your fellow fashion disaster," Ilie ordered, giving the blue-haired Negaverse agent a harsh shove towards Mantiz and Howl.

When trying to escape with his life, Howl could not help but ignore everything around him. He was focused on this task, even though his body was a bit too weak to really attempt anything too drastic. For a moment, he was freed. He could tell because his arms were no longer forced to the ground. However, he now felt a bit sluggish in comparison to earlier.

Earlier, he would have been able to escape within that brief window of freedom. Yet now, he had only been able to move a few inches before being scooped up like some sort of potato sack and tossed over Mantiz's shoulder.

"W-what... what are you doing, Miss Mantiz?" He attempted to roll himself off of her shoulder, but the monster just pulled him back firmly in place. He was stuck.

When he had swung the weapon he expected many things. A successful hit for one. Some pain shown by the monster, results of ANY kind. What he got was in fact a huge disappointment, as the one thing he -wasn't- expecting was for his weapon to do absolutely no damage and instead harm -him- in trying to keep a hold on it. GAH that had hurt!

Shaking the jitters away, Schee managed to get a good hold on his weapon once more before being dragged into the cover his partner had created. His only response was a rather disappointed sound made right before Zink left their cover to try and distract the monster. Maaaan, staying behind was so boring argh!

But Zink had told him too, and like a good little minion Scheelite sat still in the cover of the smoke pellets. ...For now.

((As a note, after tomorrow I will be rather unavailable for a week and have given permission to ende to control Schee as she sees fit. She's able to get a hold of me while I'm away to make sure it's okay <3 ))

Ilie observed her handiwork for a minute, scowling from her advantageous height. This was quickly turning into a crapshoot. Ugh.

"Mantiz, don't worry about the energy," she snapped, finally, cheeks flushing with anger. "Just kill them already!" Turning on her heel, she vanished, teleporting away from the battle.

Dropping the civilian was good, the civilian -leaving- was not...
And neither was the plastic guitar impervious mantis woman being ordered to kill them when the guitar was, sadly, their best weapon.

Zink moved quickly to steer the civilian at least away from the bug-woman.
"Not...that way, trust me" A hand on the shoulder rather than trying for the chest at least.

"Are you at all functional? we could -really- rather use a hand."

His manner was brusk and there was an edge of rather understandable stress in his voice.
"Throw -rocks- perhaps?" He suggested.

"SCHEELITE! KEEP SWINGING THAT THING! DISTRACT IT ALRIGHT?"

Scheelite nodded and kept swinging the guitar like a rather useless plastic fly swatter against something as sturdy as a Rhino-beetle or the like.
Zink pulled out a few of his remaining smoke pellets and fired them again at its feet.

"Anything you can do... would be great." He informed the 'trap', whom was the enemy of his enemy as best he could make of it.
Watch... the one time he tried it it would fail...
He made to leap onto the creatures back, probably the most foolish thing he had ever done in his whole life to boot, pausing only to scoop up a small rock in one hand as a sort of back up.

A small cough escaped him as he felt someone touch him from behind and guide him a particular direction. The phrase was ironic, since the mention of starseeds earlier had completely forced any sort of trust out of him. When he was allowed to cease in his clumsy step, Howl's teal eyes glanced up to who had been behind him. It had been the shorter of the two boys.

"Miss Mantiz... she... she did something strange to me..." he honestly confessed. "I... I will see what I can do, sir." Unfortunately, he really was not in the best condition to pull off anything spectacular. His eyes flitted over to a pile of his belongings on the ground, and he casually managed to catch sight of his fencing mask. It was probably the closest thing they had to a shield in this entire situation.

For a moment, he lingered there, just simply resting where he had been guided, carefully watching the short boy. There was just something he didn't trust in this boy. Perhaps the most admirable thing that boy did was suddenly jump onto Mantiz. He couldn't quite get up right away, but after the bug monster began to shake this boy around, he finally pushed himself back up and began to make his way towards the fencing mask. He wasn't exactly fast, but at least he was trying.

The plastic guitar hit it's mark. With the blinding smoke and added weight to her back, the Cardian stumbled and then fell back, falling down and bracing herself with her large claws. The curved blades, while deadly when upright, were hard to use when trying to get herself back on her feet.

Using her name over and over as if it was a curse, Mantiz struggled to get up, moving slowly to get back on her feet. If the smoke didn't blind her already, her anger did.