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Sailor Altair

Altair felt like a mess mentally and physically and so it would be no surprise to her if taking a better look at herself later confirmed this. This was at one point her train of thought while she presently was still struggling on what to do aside from her continuing at endeavoring not to get beaten to a pulp by keeping her distance in a number of feet away from the agent as one of her current priorities. Perhaps she was going to get dizzy if she kept this up, not sure at this point if they've been going around in circles for a while now. Altair desperately was trying to will her brain to think of something else besides opting for this tag-game sort of survival measure.

Was she capable of firing her magic not only at monsters threatening civilians but magical individuals depending on the circumstances? After much scrambling over this question, her insecure thoughts somehow untangled themselves somewhat. This was a war, an odd, magical one. She wanted to keep surviving through it. However, she didn't want to accomplish that by just turning a blind eye on possible sources of harm when she may be capable of providing some assistance. "Magic, we seem to be using it for possibly similar while also different goals. I imagine we're all trying to survive all this turmoil that's bigger than ourselves. However, there are likely likely many possible other reasons confided or undisclosed that could be behind why magic is wielded, why we're a part of all this. And and though I don't want to hurt anyone, I I also don't want to pretend to be completely oblivious and do nothing when I might be of some some aid."

Sailor Nauheima

"Alright," Nauheima gave another nod as he continued moving to match Liryn's leading strides. Meanwhile, among all the questions still speeding around in his mind, one in particular was growing in insistence to be addressed, one with regards to the denial he's been shielding himself from reality with. And that question he wordlessly asked himself is this: I'm actually awake, aren't I?

Sailor Altair

She was persisting in her hopeful aims not to get struck by more blows and yet the recognition that she really will be more and more hardpressed to keep this up at this rate mentally nagged at her. And then, she slipped after a spontaneous sprint across a stretch of several more feet or so to add a little more distance, just as she swiveled to continue accommodating her chaser in her field of vision. Therefore, it hit her that her abrupt dash then fall might end up justifying the expression: one step forward and ten steps back.

Additionally, the expression about prey being cornered is one description that had occurred to Altair as how she may label the state of her nerves in these circumstances. And at this point, another such expression sped across her awareness about part of her present feelings: sitting duck.

However, Altair also surely was capable of retaliation even towards her own feelings while such a process for her does hold a track record of frantically flailing arms figuratively, literally, or at times both on her part.

Thus, she made quick work at getting herself to sit up. And from behind her lifted, uninjured arm serving as a desperate attempt at a shield, she fixed her eyes on the state of her contender again while she took a number of seconds to roll her injured arm, hoping to sooth at least some of the sudden shooting up of a bit of pain there.

Meanwhile, her mind spared no expense at screaming at her in reminder to quickly stop her impromptu sitting duck impersonation.

Sailor Nauheima

Currently Nauheima was now feeling somewhat torn between asking more questions now or later about such mysteries as how all this has reached this point and how much the city's news network might have fabricated. However, as they pressed on, he voiced a question more relevant to the here and now that pushed its way to the forefront of his mind. "Liryn, the two auras, we're closer to them now, aren't we?" Nauheima asked as he wondered if perhaps his attempt of keeping track of them was being significantly muddled by factors like his inexperience.

Sailor Nauheima

Though he had been right behind Liryn, it registered in his mind that he had been reacting to more than comprehending the scene they happened upon. It appeared that there was a strange napping event going on. Then when Liryn charged ahead, he had immediately followed. Nauheima had been preparing mentally to come across a monster, so he was somehow rendered speechlessly confused to have instead set his eyes on not just one but two costumed women in a fight. And, when the blue-haired woman dropped what was in her hand that she had looked to be about to throw at the black-haired woman, he had hastily picked it up and with several shuffling steps, backed away again to endeavor at grasping more specifics to what was happening.

Sailor Altair

Altair had been trying to figure out how to adapt more effectively to the ever-changing situation. However, now it took a turn that surprised her even more, triggering thankfulness but also more frantic thoughts geared towards endeavoring to process how she could maybe manage to be not just dead weight in these newly developed circumstances.

Also in the seconds that had ticked on by, she had gotten back on her feet as well and began cautiously closing a small portion of the gap between herself and the trio now before her. And that her breathing had by now gotten to a point of being so labored now was clearer to her senses along with realizing she was not the only one giving off an order signature in this area. She had so, so much improvement to seek towards being a competent senshi, stamina and so forth.

Sailor Altair

Altair's gaze pingponged between the three magical individuals in addition to herself. The green-haired senshi appeared as though he may be new but she could be mistaken in her observation similar to finding it not simple to determine age and so on. But if he was a new senshi, then in relation to that guess she went on to guess that the he was awakened by the cat who has taken position in front of her and who was facing the agent in a warning stance. And if he was a new senshi, he was previously a civilian unaware of his magical potential. This domino chain of thoughts reminded her further that she needed to step up her game because there was very real danger she could not afford to forget. This was like a flame spark that was part of a much larger fire, but playing with fire was still playing with fire. And, if she didn't want to eventually burn to a crisp, she had to be stronger. "I I know I asked and and you opted not to disclose why you're targeting civilians. However, I I don't intend to keep on hesitating to to fire my magic if we continue this fight."

Sailor Nauheima

Nauheima appeared to be trying to remember how to speak, his lips having wordlessly opened and closed a number of times so far. Meanwhile, his mind had a lot of words racing around in his not entirely coherent assortment of thoughts. He carefully placed the snowglobe on the spot on the ground he was positioned at and then quickly took another two steps back. There was still the length of a full grown man between him and the agent. But then, he still stood his ground, now unsure of his outward motions for the moment despite his tensely alert yet highly bewildered state. Was that some sort of magical orb in the guise of a snowglobe that can release magic with voice recognition?! Would these magical battles in Destiny City perhaps be part of an overarching modern world history timeline called The Wonderland War?!

Well, in an effort to keep himself together, he alloted a chunk of his concentration on repeating in his mind, along such lines, these two points in his head: If that snowglobe explodes all of a sudden, move to jump like never before away from it and fast; and also, do not forget the words of the magic spell taught by Liryn.

Sailor Nauheima

Whoa whoa, what just happened?!?! Did that snowglobe just teleport to the blue-haired magical girl?! Nauheima could right now only remember the English not Japanese that his girl cousins of middle school age told him corresponds to one of the manga themes they like to read but he was reminded of the story type with the sudden magical surprise to the instantaneous moment and figured it wouldn't be hard to convince him at this point that one of those mangas suddenly invaded reality. He had been trying to push the magic spell words Liryn taught him out of his mouth but when the snowglobe-wielder took her leave, he halted his attempt and instead stepped towards the black-haired probably-also-magical girl and Liryn with a highly perplexed expression on his face.

Sailor Altair

Altair knelt down as she responded to the cat addressing her and gave a nod while she exhaled a breath of sudden relief before also replying verbally, "This this, um, t-thank you; tonight I've further realized t-that that there's so much for me to learn and that I have to to improve upon."