The distress signal on his signet ring caught him off guard. He had been so focused on his wonder that he had forgotten all the other things that made him a knight. Like war.
War was not a thing that Erytheia liked to think about. The Chaos he had encountered on his wonder, on the Deep Space senshi’s world, even Ida’s blight… they all were of a kind that one could forget that Chaos manifested in people. It wasn’t just some amorphous thing. It had a hold on people. And it made people fight.
Perhaps that was the essence of war. True war could only happen between people.
“Ida!” Erytheia yelled as he got within bow’s distance of her. “Are you hurt?”
But the question seemed futile. If she wasn’t now, she soon would be. Because she was not only not alone, but surrounded by Chaos auras. Auras that came from people. Many people.
Yumi. The bow shoots a sacred arrow. This has the effect of healing anyone in an 8-foot radius of moderate injury and can partially heal major wounds. The attack can be channeled for 45 seconds.
At first Illyria had only the faintest idea that something might have been up. Auras pinged on her radar even as she made an attempt to slink away from the direction in which they were felt from. Once upon a time, a very wise senshi had cautioned her about joining what turned out to be the hardest battle she had ever fought in. But had she not fought her senshi friend could have been lost to chaos. Illyria often thought back on the friendship that had bloomed between herself and Ida and felt comforted with the knowledge that they had each other's backs. It was why, even as so many chaos auras were pinging her mental radar did she feel her paws still at the sense of a strong order aura amongst the confusion.
Blinking owlishly did Illyria summon an object out of her subspace pocket before powering the device on. What blared out in a response had the Mauvian's ears being lambasted by a shrill alarm. Pressing down a paw hard on the screen Illyria felt her whole body near collapse when the situational screen appeared and she read the name of the one that had activated the alarm. "No, no, no, no."
Illyria didn't even realize that she was repeating the litany of "nos" over and over before a noise from somewhere behind her ceased her words. Making the unconscious decision to somehow find her way to the nearest rooftop wasn't going to be easy but if anyone could do it, she could. There was literally no time to waste. Ida needed help. Summoning the phone back into subspace did Illyria scamper out of her hiding place as if a pack of dogs were chasing her. Panting with the effort of the pace she kept up did the feline pause at each alley mouth to peer around for some method of roof access. Finally she stumbled into an alley before staring at the fire escape ladder that promised her access to the melee somewhere above. Shedding her feline form, Illyria quickly made the anxious choice to also activate her human glamour before scaling up the ladder. At least under this method, no one would sense her arrival and she could at least get closer without anyone being the wiser. Arriving like this would ensure that no one could at least "sense" her and she shouldered the bag that she had programmed into her appearance before once more bringing out the mimicry of a senshi phone and stared down at the screen. Under her breath she muttered as she glanced around, "where was I told to meet you again?" Surreptitiously though she was scoping out the confrontation taking place a few rooftops over. Her heart leapt into her throat as visually she could confirm Ida's presence and her friend was in her royal form. Illyria swallowed nervously before running towards the battle with nary a thought but to get closer to help defend. Dropping the glamour and her human form at the same time Illyria jumped to the next rooftop before once more racing to the next edge in order to peer over. Whispering under her breath the young Mauvian hissed out, "Guess the sheer quantity means nothing compared to quality."
Was it a dig? Only if someone heard it. But she wasn't still for long. Illyria's paws scrambled on the ledge before she judged the distance she needed to clear. With all the strength she could muster her voice bellowed out, "GERONIMO!" before she launched herself into the air and onto the rooftop occupied by many powered signatures ... but only one mattered in Illyria's mind.
All these boys, answering his call. Faustite knew he was lucky. Knew he could get the team stretching their legs. Albite hardly needed direction anymore — once his sights were set on a target, he was dogging them, he was leashing them with his power so the others could finish the job. Cryolite veered off to circle. Borax was moving forward —
Fulgurite was questioning them. He didn't remember reaching for Fulgurite. Someone else must've done it. Albite, then?
"She brought the ******** Blight to Earth!" He shouted back to the boy. "Keep up!" Because they only had one shot at this. If she escaped, she'd be wary next time. She'd surround herself with allies, keep her phone close at hand, she'd be wary about powering up or treading in areas where she wasn't in easy reach of the White Moon. Or she'd disappear like Nembus, nothing but smoke on the air until she found an opportunity to be a thorn in the a** of the Negaverse. Just like the rest of them.
There was Heliodor, and in another breath, there was is wall of golden orbs. There was Alkmene, who was always a welcome distraction, and the boy earned a soft smile for that. There was Lilith, there was Valjean —
They could do this. They could take her down.
Faustite summoned his heat-proofed communicator, his voice resounding over their respective tablets. "Lilith, standby for any reinforcements. Alkmene, cast on Ida. Valjean, wait for Alkmene's magic to fall off and follow up with your own. Keep her using her fists. Need to keep her locked down!" Better that she didn't cast, especially if she received reinforcements.
"Fafnir, intercept enemy reinforcements. Slow them down, then let Lilith draw the heat off you with her magic." No better lure than a Kelpie.
Then the rooftop battlefield smelled like a ******** flower shop, and he half-wondered if he leapt over one as he was giving orders, but the auric explosion of a transcended Princess was utterly mind-halting. Faustite grunted for the force of it. "Cryolite —" He hesitated.
"Stay with Lilith and Fafnir. Intercept reinforcements. Borax, stab her in the ******** neck or something." He was losing focus. Why was he losing focus.
There wasn't time to lose focus. The enemy cropped up in fits of stars across the edges of their senses. A Knight that he couldn't see, someone else who was yelling. "Albite, keep her steady. Gonna melt her ******** lips together," he hissed as his form shifted to flame.
Hellborn ;; (Enhancement) Range: Self Duration: Up to 1 minute Use Count: Up to 3x Miss Chance: Escaping his reach Effect: Faustite's fire expands and engulfs him, transforming him into a living embodiment of flame. For the duration of this magical ability, he appears fully youmafied. When he moves, he moves amorphously as a gout of fire. Faustite can pass through or over nonsolid surfaces, and cannot be hit by physical attacks. He becomes highly susceptible to magical attacks and enchantments, however. Any attacks he makes toward others will be fire property, and will provide the illusion of being burned.
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How many of them were there? Ten? He found it hard to count, but the knight stood there on an adjacent roof top like a sniper trying regardless.
Some he knew vaguely and some not at all. But he couldn’t place a name on any of them. He hadn’t encountered them like this before.
Except one. The general that was on fire. He’d run into him in the past. It was back when he still had Tama. There was a pit in his gut as he remembered it. Tama had taken a lot of damage and had been unable to move after fire had nearly burned the flesh off his hind leg. He’d had to retreat then, holding Tama to his chest.
He wouldn’t let the same happen to another Mauvian. Or anyone for that matter.
He eyed the man as he turned into flame.
“Blight?” Erytheia said to Illyria as he jumped to the cat’s position. “Is that what this is about? Do you know?”
To be patrolling and to hear a ping on his radar was always just a bit of a curse.
A curse in the sense that it meant something was wrong, and something was more wrong than could be easily handled. It meant that the Negaverse--because it had not often been the DMC, not really--was up to something and he hadn't intercepted it in time. It meant that up to something was almost invariably something severe and alarming.
And when he plucked out his senshi phone and realized the signal was originating from Ida, it had become especially alarming. She was a princess. She was one of the few princesses he actually knew. If she needed help?
The phone was pocketed once more and Encke ran toward where he began to feel a crush of auras in short order. Ida's stuck out like the bright bulb it was, but besides her, he felt two? three? others, not many. He could count almost a dozen sources of chaos just from a quick glance around the field, including Faustite of fire, because of course he was involved, somehow. Albite too, the guy who was married to both Faustite and ******** violence himself.
s**t.
Was there a plan of attack yet, or was his best move just to advance on someone?
Encke nodded to Erytheia and the cat before advancing on those directly surrounding Ida, summoning his aura in an attempt to make being around him unsettling. Perhaps it would be enough to give him an upper hand even when surrounded by an unfortunate amount of relatively high-ranking chaos. He quickly tried categorizing them with his eyes -- was this Faustite's team? How many of them were still around or had advanced from Nembus' database exposé?
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Passive Enhancement: Plasma Generator - Encke's passive enhancement taps into his deep relationship with his comet's energy sources and his own magic. He's gained the ability to mirror some of the elements of his own magical source. While active, Encke's form is surrounded by a static fuzz much like touching a plasma ball; imperceptible to the human eye, the odd sensation, while not harmful, can make someone's hair stand on end. Time in his sphere may cause a harmless (though annoying) static zap when touching anything metal or another person.
Wings!!! Those n' the petals were, really, really just --
Wow, it's all so pretty!
Albite was suddenly soothed, bemused; his teeth itching from Encke's aura was an afterthought. He could do that s**t too, be all unsettling n eerie as insects under a persons skin. It was Ida who had his attention, lovely and vibrant as a spring garden! Especially with a battle as a backdrop. Helio's water rising like a wall of rage to pen her in, Alkmene coming in like a bat outta hell; and when Ida yanked? He let himself be dragged in, closed the gap gladly into range of her glory; tilted grin and twisted step as the chords that tied him to her eventually snapped clean as clipped threads.
"That's such a cool ******** trick, you smell delicious!!" she hadn't smelled nearly as good before! She did something -- was it perfume in the feathers -- was it -- Oh, s**t, Erytheia!! "She's fine star-shine, extra fine thanks to you huh! Whatever though, she's a Princess. Right? Don't tell me y'all can't ******** us up if you just -- try hard enough -- I believe in you!" And he really truly did, but he believed in his boys rage more, in the power of a cohesive team and their own well cemented friendships. Their fire. He reached out with his most basic attack, not trying to hurt Ida so much as hold her hand via magic -- the most basic magic he had -- he was just gonna -- maybe - totally -
Tether her lightly, just long enough for Faustite to get his teeth in.
Afterall? His beloved deserved a good time. Was basically ordering them all to have a good time!
Sailor Scout Attack: Binding Retribution!
Albites tattoos appear to come alive, slithering off his arm like ethereal magical ribbons. The tattoo ribbons wrap around an intended opponents body part and tie the two together for a duration of 15 seconds. Leaving neither able to escape the other until the magic is ended, or the weak ribbons are severed. (Ex. Albite's opponent has a weapon/magical attack, and uses it on said ribbons or Albite is interrupted in casting/cancels the magic early.) Range: 3 Feet Duration: 15 seconds Number of uses: 3, 2, 1 Number of targets: 1
Fulgurite!? If Albite had called him it was smartest thing he'd ever seen the man do. He doubted a princess would go down easy, especially when the reinforcements began crawling in from the edges, sides, and sky. Fulgurites barest touch made him turn warmly in his direction, expecting -- what? Who knew at this point, but his smile answered the question of whether he was glad to see the man or not.
"Well, Darling--" and Syrus was somewhat relieved to have been saved the act of answering on his own, because he wouldn'tve had anything good to say, and it would've looked poorly on him to answer with a stutter and shrug.
"Let's call this a grudge match then," winking at Fulgurite before catching his heels against the pavement and pulling back slightly, eying -- oh -- ******** -- what was that --- the Eternal whose presence made him feel like he was chewing tinfoil; as the shortest of his blond hairs stood on end, with a nape of his neck, down his spine, tingling.
The feeling was absolutely unpleasant sort of nastiness.
"Go help handle her entourage, mmn? We've got the rest-- right Fafnir?" called back over a whip of blond hair, his magic waiting like dirt beneath his nails to be picked clean and put to proper use. True, he had little to no experience with Fafnir or LIlith in working order, had only seen either of them during meetings, across crowded floors. Was Fafnir there during the blight experience? No..no...that was..that was that endless void bullshit maybe, or had that been one of the others...
Not that it mattered now, the small girl with bare feet and rainbow knight seemed less a worry than Encke.
The princess tripped up with the amount of magic being thrown at her. The head start advantage lost and Helio grinned for it. Her forward momentum was lost and she was being forced to defend herself with growing wings and soft, scented petals that smelled sweet.
Helio found it a bit of a cloying smell as he huffed at a cluster of petals that smacked him in the face. A flick of a hand and they were dislodged as orders came streaming in. Conveniently, he was given no specific commands. Perfect, left to his own choices in this fight for now. He'd enjoy it, much like he found himself beginning to soak in that scent that had been anything but enjoyable moments ********. Had the petals and scent been more than just her transforming? Helio's knowledge of order royalty was almost nothing. Only whatever could be gleaned from the database, and this particular princess had very little on her there. Either way, he, and others, were dealing with the after effects of the attack. But damn if he didn't feel good for it. More relaxed.
But more were popping up. Like moths to a light, order signatures began appearing in aid to the princess.
Helio flung himself round as a voice broke through the fighting. A knight, surely with a weapon like that. A long range weapon could prove troublesome in dealing with the princess. Helio moved to intercept when another came barrel assign into the fray. That static charge caused hairs to stand on end.
"No you don't!" Helio yelled. He wasn't going to let this Knight team up with the princess.
"Cascade!"
TARGET: Encke
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Sailor Scout Attack: Cascade Visual: An opaque wall of hot water shoots up around the target before cascading inward and slamming down on the target. Duration: Immediate effect lasts 25 secs Effects: The pressure of water is great enough to make it difficult to move away and could knock the target off their feet. It can cause the sensation of bruising, first-degree burns, or drowning with lasting damage at players' discretion. Area of Effect/Range: Anywhere from Heliodor to up to 8 feet away from him. Can be used 3x per battle. Preparation/Incantation: Snapping his fingers, a ring of small golden spheres appear around the feet of the target just before the wall of water shoots upwards.
The battle was pinpointed upon one person. An aura that spoke of someone of higher rank than even an Eternal. It was that precise moment Harmonia both regretted her response to the call (Because if a royal needed help what sort of position were they in) and felt empowered for it because, here they were, working as a team (More people were showing up to). The cold hard truth of her lack of battle experience though was a stark reminder for the senshi to not plunge forward. She wasn't going to be good in the fray and instead would be best hanging back, away. Not getting in others way.
Green eyes roved over the field but she saw no one she knew...was that Albite? It was hard to tell with all of the people moving about, throwing attacks, and the plethora of petals raining through the field but she was pretty sure if was Albite. Interesting. And who was he looking to...
Faustite. A shiver ran up her spine at the memories that came swarming in the last time she'd last seen him. Her bit of confidence went sailing out of the metaphorical window.
Har' attention a man with a bow who called to the princess to another one who was throwing himself into the fray. Truly she recognized no one on her own side and it said much to the Eternal about her lack of connections.
She chose her target and moved closer to him. Choosing him because he was also staying off to the side, but because his likely ranged attacks could possibly do some serious damage if timed right. "Energy Link!"
TARGET: Eytheia
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Sailor Scout Attack: Energy Link Harmonia links up with another person and helps increase their strength/power by 15% and will work better as a team (ie: predict each others movements). Duration -- 20 seconds for 4x in a battle Avoided -- Link can be broken by physically attacking Harmonia Cons -- Cannot power herself up.
At Erytheia's question and arrival Illyria cocked her head to the side and stared at the Cosmos Knight baffled. What was this 'Blight?' She didn't recognize the word. Even as her gaze tracked to the group that was harassing Ida and the new auras that were popping up, that spoke to some heeding the distress signal did Illyria quickly answer Erytheia, "I'm not sure I understand what this is about. And I don't think that "they" are in the mood to say exactly. All I know is a friend needs our help so we should help."
With that Illyria darted away. Darted towards the cacophony of chaotic signatures that were surrounding Ida's own signature like a furry wrecking ball intent on hitting something. For all that she was a Mauvian among multiple chaos auras the young feline knew that somehow the score needed to be evened out. There was no chance unless she used her star beam to stop any of them and that would probably only faze one. She had heard the one shouting orders and perhaps the best idea would be to stun him but first there was another issue at hand.
Sighting the ethereal ribbons that looked like they were holding Ida to another corrupt Illyria knew what needed to be done. Hoping that her weight would be enough to break the tethers she leapt for the middle of the ribbon's length and bit down hard to try and sever the magic. If she could make it so that at least Ida had the chance to flee than her job was done. Fluffing her fur out Illyria hissed in angry warning as her tail lashed from side to side as she landed on the ground. Her gaze never left the corrupt senshi that she'd just targeted before it flicked to the one that was completely engulfed in flames. Would her beam even work on something like that?
Oh thank God… Ida could feel the warmth of Order signatures growing on her inner senses, getting closer, and they felt like Knights and Eternals. People who could help level the playing field, and maybe give her enough cover to escape. That’s all she wanted now. This fight had been pointless to start and now it was far out of hand. Ida was not going to let them take her and she had no intention of dying if she could help it.
The warmth of the energy signatures was joined by a new warmth, some of the soreness from the blows she’d received soothed away by it. She heard someone calling her name and she had enough time to glance and see Erytheia. Good, someone she knew and trusted. And… was that Encke? The small, dear voice she heard shouting from that direction sounded like Illyria and that put a new worry in her mind. Her cat was so small and virtually weaponless. If anything happened to her, Ida wasn’t sure what she’d do… She had to break free quickly, before anyone else could get hurt.
The corrupt who’d grabbed her with his magic was in range now, a strange sort of grin on his face like they’d met at a party and not a brawl. He’d shouted something at her last time, something about tea, and she couldn’t understand what was going through his mind. Was he mocking her? There was no way he was ******** off.” She gasped out as she swung at his face, putting all of her slight form and new power behind it. Maybe, if she hurt some of them enough, the cost would out weigh the gain.
A little furry body flung itself between them and shredded the new tethers the corrupt had grabbed her with. “Illyria!” Ida gasped, making a grab for the Mauvian. “We have to go!”
Because she could feel the heat beating against her skin as Faustite took a form of flame, rushing towards them. She threw a wing between the oncoming general and the cat, doing her best to shield her.
Faustite was in quite a state… Fafnir had never seen him so angry before. It was… off putting, though he kept that firmly to himself. At least his orders didn’t involve him tangling with the Princess… the power she put off was intimidating, and if she was anything like their own General Sovereigns? He did not want to take her on.
The other options were not great, though. He keenly felt his super status as he turned and ran towards the newcommers. A Knight, a pair of Eternals… At least he wasn’t going to be facing them along. He spared only a glance for the blonde he only vaguely knew. Cryolite was it?
“Move.” He said as he gathered himself. “That way. Pin them between us.”
Fafnir waved the other direction as he took off towards the new arrivals, circling around them with purpose. Drawing a deep breath, he waited until he had them lined up and then he released that breath. A roiling, dark purple cloud flowed from his lips, surging forward and spreading its sickly, cloying smell as it went.
Fafnir's Blight
Fafnir blows out a cloud of sickly purple gas that saps the energy and health of those who stumble into it. Those caught within the cone will see signs of disease on expose skin and eyes, and are significantly sickened by it as it saps their energy and health, affecting their performance. The gas can travel up to ten feet, but fades away after a few seconds. The effect can last up to 30 seconds. Breathing does not affect it, and he can use it twice per battle.
Cybele was not exactly close when she heard the alarming beeping coming from her phone, and when she glanced at the GPS, but she ran towards the location as fast as she could, anyway, even calling on her basic magic to give her that bit of extra boost. These things sometimes got big, and drawn out. If there was a chance that she could help, she would.
Sometimes, and extra body of support could mean the difference between life and death.
It didn't take the auras to come to life on the edge of her extended senses. There was more darkness than light there, she noticed with a tightening of her jaw. She willed her feet to go faster and then faster still, but she was not sure if it worked. Eventually, though, the distance closed.
When the shapes in the distance turned into figures, she could make out several familiar faces. Ida, she noticed with a small start, was the Princess. Faustite was trying to fight her. Encke was there, and Albite, and some others.
A certain Lieutenant got an eyebrow raise out of her, with the smarmy smile and the Eastern European clothes. One of Faustite's, then? No wonder he was already so awful.
She ran straight towards him, going for the punch. Either she could pick him off quickly, or get the attention of some of the stronger ones in the area as they came to his defense.
He wasn't surprised by attracting attention, not really, and was actually relieved that he had. It drew more attention away from Ida, which might have given her time to regroup and figure out how to get them off her. He was quickly finding, too, that a few of them did not at all resemble anything he had seen in Nembus' entries. Faustite's team must have grown, then. Thrilling. (Absolutely not thrilling.)
Looked like it grew by a man in some East Asian (Japanese?) robes and a man who looked like he was trying to project a dragon in particular. He could see some others he didn't recognize either--that one guy looked like he belonged in a strip club like his husband--but he had other things to worry about, biting down on his lip when he spotted the ring forming at his feet and bracing himself for the torrent of water that followed. It was unpleasant, but he had to admit there was something amusingly familiar with the superheated sensation that followed.
Not as superheated as he could give, though.
Holding his breath the way he used to when Faustite used to have his smog as an attack, Encke closed his eyes tight and focused hard on his magic, projecting it outward at the aura (Heliodor) he felt nearby. If it caught the dragon and whoever was following him in the circle, that was a bonus -- Encke was focusing harder on countering the water and the smog, digging his boots in so he didn't quite get off-centered by the water.
Let them focus their efforts on him.
That was fine.
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Target: Heliodor. AOE Radius means potential for hitting Fafnir and Cryolite as well as anyone else nearby.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: "Full Ionization!" The closer a plasma gets to becoming fully ionized, the hotter the plasma becomes. Encke points his left pointer finger at his adversary. As before, the air around their adversary begins to superheat and supercharge. This ionized 'air' is hot, and along with the shocks, characters now may feel as the air is burning them. When the duration ends, players can choose to keep lasting damage, such as soreness, residual shocks, damaging burns, and scarring, up to their discretion. (Uses: Twice per battle. Duration: 30 seconds Range: 10ft radius around target. This attack will hit other adversaries in the radius, but not allies.)
(still active: passive enhancement)
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Passive Enhancement: Plasma Generator - Encke's passive enhancement taps into his deep relationship with his comet's energy sources and his own magic. He's gained the ability to mirror some of the elements of his own magical source. While active, Encke's form is surrounded by a static fuzz much like touching a plasma ball; imperceptible to the human eye, the odd sensation, while not harmful, can make someone's hair stand on end. Time in his sphere may cause a harmless (though annoying) static zap when touching anything metal or another person.
This was one of those times that Siegfried, even if he couldn't really remember it, missed teleportation. He could have teleported half way across the city in the blink of an eye, but no, he was sprinting across rooftops and vaulting alleyways and roads instead. He didn't always respond to distress signals; usually, there were enough who answered the call and bringing in a knight wasn't always... great. This case though? The one that had him sprinting across town, sending a text to his girlfriends, was from a princess.
Siegfried knew of exactly two princesses in the entire city. Ganymede, and Ida. He didn't know who he'd find, but the auras washed over him as he landed on the ground with a heavy thud. Cybelle took on a lieutenant on his left and he grinned as she went straight in for the punch. Atta girl, Cybelle!
He turned his attention to the small group with Ida. Silver eyes zero'd in on the general trying to fight her. Faustite. The a*****e who'd tortured and mutilated Cybelle. Who's subordinates kept trying to take his girls' starseeds. Rage flared in him, settling low in his belly. He shot forward to engage as Faustite turned into a knock off Fantastic Four wanna be.
"Oi, flameheart!" he shouted, bringing his cutlass up and flicking the tuning fork on the end. A clear sound rippled out of the fork as water rushed down the blade, and washed over Ida, Encke, Erytheia and the cat, Illyria. There wasn't much his magic could do, but that just meant he himself was a walking weapon.
He squared off on the flaming general. "Eat s**t!" he said, slashing out with the liquid covered edge of his blade.
All Together Now!
All Together Now! - When channeling his magic, sea water ripples down the sword as music flows from the cutlass's pommel. Up to four allies around up him, up to 25ft, gain a die of bardic inspiration a second wind, finding their aches and pains lessened and energy refreshed. Siegfried can channel for up to 45 seconds, and his allies are affected when he begins the channel. This may be used in smaller chunks, but the 'second wind' effect will vanish should the channeling stop.
Feeling Cryolite turn his attention felt good, but hearing Darling felt even better, and Fulgurite felt a warmth from the fingers he had beckoned Cryolite's attention with to the toes that curled atop his sandal's footbed. Despite whatever was happening around them, he couldn't help a soft, goofy smile. It faded quickly as commands were being shouted, especially at him -- sounded like Cryolite was being told to follow Fafnir -- and his expression turned grim when he said grudge match.
Yeah, that seemed accurate. Was it really over the blight? "Sorry!" Fulgurite shouted back to Faustite, cringing at the rage. "Ten-four!"
It felt bizarre to attack Ida of all people, though, and he was not quite able to shake the feeling that he should know at least something about her. It had to be something about the glamour, right? Maybe he knew someone the magical disguise resembled...
The excuse to attack the entourage was as good as any. His voice ducked down as he murmured, "Stay safe, babe. Don't think her extended entourage is anyone to mess with." Would be nice if he didn't have to mess with them either, but he was looking Erytheia up and down, and -- was that the huntress senshi? Ah, ******** he should go help Borax. On the other hand, watching Borax struggle -- well. Considering how much Borax took the time to needle at him, and how little he really wanted to deal with Cybele... He ventured toward the Cosmos knight and the nearby eternal senshi instead, letting out a shaky breath as he summoned his attack.
Unfortunately.
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Sailor Scout Attack: “Spring Water Eruption!” Fulgurite clenches his fists and crosses his arms over his chest, focusing. Water bursts up, wrapping his target in a bubble big enough only for them. The bubble is filled with phantom water, allowing the target to still breathe, but the water is icy cold and can drain them of the ability to fight back, much like being dropped into a frozen lake. The stronger the opponent, the easier it is to break free of the bubble, and the less it affects them. Breaking his focus can weaken the bubble. (Uses: Thrice per battle. Duration: 25 seconds Range: Localized)
There was a vicious little smile that made its way across his face as he considered the option. With pleasure. There was some utility in a dip pen as a weapon, and while it wasn't as sharp as he would have preferred, if he could burrow it in at just the right angle, it'd have some absolutely bloody results.
He was heading in Ida's direction to attempt just that -- was she with a cat? -- when he felt something else blossom nearby. An eternal? An eternal. Better make sure he didn't end up in the crosshairs.
Except he was already there.
Borax bit down on the interior of his lip, bracing himself. Ah, ********. This b***h. The one who nearly broke his hand over a ******** starseed and left a warning that she would not be so generous next time.
He could feel that when her fist flew into his ribs, and he winced at the way it reverberated as he fell back on his back foot. "Cybele!" His smarmy smirk made its way to his lips as he attempted to project the confidence he didn't feel in the throbbing of his side. "You again! Got some backup this time, though." A lot of back-ups. He could probably use the backup seeing as she already had backup--
Illyria heard Ida's shout of her name and the warning that they needed to get out of there but her attention never wavered from the corrupt eternal senshi who wouldn't have known that he made an enemy on this day. Her fur was all puffed up as she continued to stare at him with unblinking violet eyes, memorizing how he looked and how he felt to her. At one point she even swiped out with her left front paw as to say, you are the enemy, prepare to be defeated. But she inched back a few steps when the heat from the one that had been shouting orders became too intense. One of Ida's wings moved to cover her small frame and Illyria felt comforted by the gesture but there was business to take care of.
Parting the wing as much as she could to see where she needed to aim, Illyria crouched down low before sighting onto her target as best as she could. Without much preamble did the Mauvian fire off her forehead laser towards the man that was currently the embodiment of living flame. There was no guarantee that her beam would hit him but she fervently prayed that her aim was true. Knowing what was going to follow after Illyria waited for the exhaustion to follow. Her only thought was to now get back to the safety that Ida could provide. What she didn't expect was to be covered in a wave of water that seemed to hold off the exhaustion that should have been felt.
Illyria kept her head on a swivel even as she backtracked to hold herself between Ida's feet. If anyone made a move towards the Orchid senshi she'd lash out.
`Oh, wow, this was a mess. If this had happened thirty minutes ago while she was escorting Cepheus, even, Anakeion would've sighed and gone on her way -- or she would've liked to think that, but, like. C'mon. Princess. There weren't exactly that many Royal Senshi running around the city, so if one of them was calling for help, that was serious; it was exactly the kind of thing she was trying to make herself not walk away from, anymore. She probably would've just told Cepheus to stand at a very safe distance, or to bundle herself on back home, and Anakeion herself probably would've done exactly the same thing she was about to do. She knew herself well enough to say that.
Anakeion clambered up the nearest fire escape, and took a second to take everything in -- it helped that she recognized Encke from this distance, anyway. Once more into the breach, or all that, however that went -- and she called out, as she approached: "Hey, Ida! Bad time?? Super bad time, huh?"
The talking came naturally. ********, she was nervous; of course she was nervous. This was a mess. But it wasn't getting any less messy, so: she called her shortstaff to her hands, called her magic, and flung herself at the nearest enemy as the ice crawled up forearms.
She wasn't gonna fight a ******** General, frankly, because that sounded like a dipshit insane idea as a Squire and would either get her killed or gruesomely wounded, but Anakeion could pull some of the heat off the rest of the team. Closest was -- a Corrupt Senshi mid-cast -- who, ideally, was too busy hoping his magic would keep doing... whatever it was doing... to pay attention to Anakeion springing at him from the side like a bat out of frozen-over hell. Or like a kangaroo on crack. She'd been working on her quads. She came in swinging, and she went for the arms.`
Whimsical Blue
saying hi to ida, attacking fafnir! anakeion's magic doubles the force of her attacks
--- Oh no. Oh no no no. Onnie did not want to be here...!! She told herself this fact internally almost every second, in fact. Even as she was dashing towards the battle at what was probably her top speed, stumbling over her own feet and almost skinning her knees on the way. Whatever. Whatever!! Her knees were probably made of mithril at this point, she had stockings on, she was basically wearing armor!! The problem was that the last time she'd actually fought anyone for real had been when she was, what, fourteen, and she'd almost died??
This was to say, apparently time had dulled that aching fear, because here Onnie was: sprinting headfirst towards what had all the energy of a cartoon ball of violence. That guy was -- on fire! Okay! Probably not her best target! Also he seemed busy! Okay, okay, um. Um. Who -- dragon horns guy?? Dragon horns guy. He was probably as strong as Onnie was, right...? If you didn't take height and weight and build into account. Which she was. And she was really doubting her decision here. Nevermind! Nevermind! Nevermind!! Who was already getting attacked? She didn't want to 1v1 anyone, she knew she couldn't do it! With so many targets to go around, she could definitely pick someone to beat up on who wouldn't gank her in five seconds flat! So whoever the zappy Eternal was going after, she'd go after that one, too.
Onnie pulled her hands up to her mouth and called her attack as fast and as quietly as possible, "OnnieButtercupBarrage," and sort of stepped back and hovered awkwardly at an angle from Zappy. Ideally he'd tell her what to do, or someone else would, because she really had no idea what to do in a fight! Why was she here!! No matter how brave Onnie tried to look, she couldn't help but have the feeling that she was basically just cannon fodder...!
Seiana_ZI
the reinforcements to help encke? encke's reinforcements?
Kolina
attacking heliodor!
Onnie Buttercup Barrage! Action: Sailor Onnie holds her hands up to her mouth after incanting her attack, and blows a stream of magical buttercup petals at the enemy. Effect: Because these are magical flowers, they can affect enemies even through clothing. These petals can cause itching, minor dryness, blisters, and a small rash; however, if they come into contact with a mucus membrane, they cause excessive salivation (if inhaled) and considerable dizziness as well. Limitations: At this stage, the effects caused by contact with the petals can last up to 35 seconds, and Sailor Onnie can use it twice a battle. All physical damage caused by Onnie's magic (i.e. blistering) typically fades after the effect of the attack ends, although the sensations may linger and/or cause scarring at player discretion.
