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Sailor Encke, Senshi of Plasma // Zone 12

The bone snake fled from them, heading towards where the big youma now was and ... wasn't. Encke watched, from afar, wide-eyed as the giant youma took to the skies and then dove back down, suddenly no longer making a ruckus.

Was it over?

He wasn't sure. Part of him didn't want to find out, but the other part of him did. But he should probably make sure that Gelria was alright, first. He glanced over to the top-hatted senshi, offering a, "You alright?" He seemed to be alright, but Encke would rather be sure.

Uneasily, he glanced back towards where the giant youma had been, and where the bone snake had headed off to.

HP: 100/100
Target: n/a
Damage: n/a

[OOC: Hyperborea's personal item struggles with the amount of energy signatures, with youma still crawling about but she's able to narrow down the general area that he's in!

Randomize 14-21 for a more focused search!]

Eternal Sailor Harmonia - Zone 1

Harmonia was so worried about Oberon that when Chara began berating her for coming over and 'leaving' the fight she unconciously took a step back, brows furrowed. "I...I was just worried about him." She said softly as her eyes roved over Oberon as the mist pooled around him and he began to be healed. She opened her mouth as if to say something else, but the woman in green, who had come over to heal Oberon, promptly responded and her words held a bite to them in response.

Harmonia was watching a classic example why Order sometimes had problems working together towards an end goal.

Though, if she was going to be honest with herself, she felt Chara was the jerk int his situation. Why was it wrong that she and the Knight came over to help? Harmonia had never really thought of herself a much use in a fight and this Knight was doing what her magic was intended to do.

"I...I don't think it wrong we came over. You left the fight to help Oberon, didn't you?" She questioned softly.

And then a bunch of things happened at once. A youma snuck up behind the Knight and attacked her just before the greater youma delivered his own final attack. Har had been so fixated on the group that the shockwave took her by surprise and she was swept off of her feet with pieces of bone and crystal pelting and slicing her where they could.

Her body ached and stung as she tried to re right herself as quickly as possible, catching sight of the General portaling away with a senshi as she sat up. Things were going down hill fast. The death of the greater youma was hardly a pat on the back.

"Everyone alright?!" She called to the others as she struggled to her feet, unsure who else had got caught in the shockwave. Blood seeped from fresh cuts. A nasty cut on her arm, courtesy of a large piece of crystal slamming into it and slicing her, the heaviest of the bleeding wounds.

HP: 46/140
Target: --
Damage: --

Midgard, Squire of Chronos // Zone 3

There were many things that he was prepared for to happen as a result of his decision to bap the fish youma with his shield. Unfortunately, having blood spat in his face was not on that list.

Horrified he recoiled, eyes squeezed shut and long arm swinging with half his shield when he jerked back.

Midgard had stepped back, only to miss the stair and well, he fell the rest of the way down them on his butt, tonfas desummoning as he wiped desperately at his face to free himself of the blood.

His desire to not get freaky fish blood in his eyes or mouth prevented him from getting to watch Liryn as the cat lunged at the creature.


HP: 79/120
Target: Mr. Bubbles
Damage: 16

Sailor Nephthys - Zone 1

Climbing down from where she had been, in order to reach the greater youma with her attack, she was proud that her bats had at least reached it. What she hadn't seen, since her back was turned toward the greater youma, was that it was dropping down to the ground. She had however heard that screech, but thought perhaps that was all it was - a screech. The shockwave that hit, and threw her from her rather precarious location, told her otherwise.

As she was thrown from where she was balanced she landed on the ground, several feet below, and rolled across the ground in a tangle of layers of ruffled fabric. She didn't hear the tears in her dress and didn't notice the hat that was normally perched on her head being knocked off, and rolling off somewhere. She did however notice when she hit her head on the ground, cushioned somewhat by the arms she had brought up to protect her head and face. Her hip hit hard enough that she had to bite down on the pain sound which tried to force it's way past her lips. It wasn't just those areas which hit with force but also her legs hit and an elbow. She could hear the impact and feel the pain blossom from each area.

She didn't see the blood, how could she, she lay on the ground trying to just fight past the pain and clear her vision...to focus on everything around her rather than the pain throbbing to the beat of her heart and made her question whether she had broken or maybe fractured anything. It hurt and the pain had tears gathering in her eyes and wetting her dark lashes. Slowly she moved, lifted her head and looked around while trying not to move, as she quickly discovered her neck also hurt as if there was a cramp in the muscles there.


HP: 26/120
Target: -
Damage: -

Squire Hy-Brasil

It felt almost immediate. No sooner had the snake youma attacked her did the shock wave of the dying Greater Youma slam into her. The flying shards and crystals found purchase in any exposed skin. Slices, some with pieces of the offending material embeded burned but not to the extent that the fangs in her shoulder had.

It was a blur what with the attack of the greater youma and righting herself, but Hy was pretty damn sure she saw the General disappear with a senshi in tow. "s**t." She muttered to herself.

Scholomance's voice caught her attention, and the Squire turned her attention to him. "I'll be fine!" She hollared back, assuming she was in the clear with the greater youma gone and the snake having been pushed away.

Again the anke youma found her and made purchase in her body, this time on her side. Her saving grace had been the leather bodice that wrapped around her, keeping the fangs from digging too deeply into such a vital area. "Dammit, get off of me!" She yelled as she swung her incense burner around at the creature. It wasn't hard to hit the body considering she knew exactly where it was with it's attachment to her. The sound of the metal burner hitting bone made a resounding 'CRACK!' sound. Hy could feel the impact of her hit through the creature as it let her go and she scrambled clumsily to her feet to face off against the creature cause she'd be damned if she gave it another easy attack on her.

HP: 65/100
Target: Sir. Wigglsworth
Dmg: 18

Sailor Proteus: Zone 1

It was just Proteus' luck that the greater youma exploded within a few seconds of him being on the ledge that he had gotten himself onto. There was no time at all for him to take cover so all he could do was to shield his face with his arms and hope for the best. The shower of splintered bone and crystal shards that followed sliced into his arms and sides, drawing blood that stained his fuku crimson though thankfully his injuries were limited to just lacerations and scrapes. Nothing that he couldn't take care of on his own as soon as their business here was done.

Moving closer to the edge of the ledge, he surveyed the carnage that laid before him, trying to see if there was anyone who might require aid even as some began to spoke of the urgency to go after the Negaverse general who had taken someone hostage.

HP: 69/100

WRIGGLESWORTH WAS BEING BRUTALLY ATTACKED AND DID NOT APPRECIATE IT.

One Light (Siwa) hit it with a pain strike, and then there was another than tried to kick it but only made it tickle, and then in its distraction, the first Light is was om nom nomming got up and was all angry and un-snacklike.

Naturally, however, in review of its nearby enemies, there was only one thing to do.

Wrigglesworth rose up, hissing and clanking together its bones- and then it struck- at the most wounded of the lot.

Wrigglesworth would have its due.