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Lieutenant Eveite Damage 9 + 7 + 8 + 4 + 9

Page Voyager Damage 2 + 9 + 8 + 6 + 9

Asphodel Knight: 8 + 0 + 10 + 4 + 7 = 29

The noise and flashing lights were, to say the least, not pleasant. Asphodel hopped back several meters to regain his bearings. As he squinted at the beast, he was relieved to observe that it was finally on the ******** ground, and in no state to get back up again. The surface of its skin bubbled like hot tar as more bright liquid energy oozed out of it from all the wounds it had accumulated. He could only imagine the bloodthirsty curiosity the darker auras in the area were having about it: for the Negaverse, this could be the path to some new kind of youma or weapon. All they had to do was retrieve a sample...

That was enough for him to decide to stay close and keep an eye out. He renewed his grip on his spade -- which, in a somewhat pleasing turn of events, he'd learned to hold and wield somewhat effectively as a result of all this nonsense. After finding an opening in the crowd, he dashed in and struck one last time.

Dark Mirror Super Narcissus
4 + 6 + 3 + 6 + 6 = 25

"Rakovanite." Since the agent had appeared before him, Narcissus saw no harm in laying a hand on his chest- to help steady himself, obviously. There was a lot happening around them. Narcissus' heart was thrumming with the adrenaline of the attack, though he was, blessedly, unscathed. There would be others less fortunate, though, particularly those who got in close.

When the first rupture resounded from the monster, Narcissus cringed away as he whipped his head around to scour for the source.

It was cracking and oozing all over the place. Every additional attack seemed to shatter it a little more. It persisted in its own attacks for only a very short while before- it splintered and tumbled. The creature's leg had snapped from under it and it writhed on the ground. He would be lying if he said it didn't seem cruel to attack it while it was down, but what else was there to do?

If it was alive and feeling, it must be in agony... If not, then it wouldn't matter what they did to it. They certainly couldn't leave it here, where anyone in the city could stumble upon it, or maybe it could regenerate? And finish the assault? What a horrible situation... And this poor monster...

His hand flexed over Rakovanite's chest. "We have to finish it," he whispered. Because this just could not go on.

Paradise, Page of Cosmos - 9 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 5 = 23

“There, there, it’s okay, we’ll get you to safety. Or I will, because Empyrean is going to beat the monster by himself. Darling, you’re going to pull something in your back!” she switched from talking cheerily to the young senshi to call over to her reckless husband with exasperation. “I’m Paradise! Pleased to meet you. It’s a shame it has to be while everyone is fighting a monster.”

Paradise let the young man put his weight on her, because even if she was one of the older participants on the field, she was quite capable. She birthed three boys at various stages of her life, so she was well versed in struggle and difficulty. Fighting a monster? That was nothing at all!

It was only because she was helping this young man that she listened to her husband to stay back, otherwise she would fight alongside him.

Basic Corrupt Diesel
3 + 8 + 7 + 8 + 2 = 28

Yyyyeah, there was no way he could get in close enough to use his magic now. No matter how Diesel bounced in agitation, eager to show off to Calaverite, the whole monster had flopped to the ground, now, writhing and clawing and lashing. There was no angle he could get to that wouldn't risk him getting swatted by a claw or tail and sent careening back into the dirt. And the flailing wasn't even half of it.

The creature oozed some volatile substance, coating the ground and resounding in little pops! like blisters as it was continually attacked.

There was no room for Diesel's spells, now. But Cala, having depleted all of his magic, had taken up rocks like so many others. What was Diesel supposed to do? Stand by and watch? No. He could throw rocks too, just as easily, and probably even better than most people here.

He selected a good one from the ground near his feet. It was a little jagged and a little dirty, pulled from the earth from the many trenches the monster dug as it flailed. Diesel wound up for a pitch, hissed the name of his spell, and sent the rock flying in a burst of heat and flames like a rocket pelting toward the creature. Calaverite wouldn't have nothing on a pitch like that! And he wouldn't be able to call him useless again, neither.

Empyrean, Page of Jupiter - 6 + 2 + 5 + 5 + 5 = 23

Blinded by the explosion of light, Empyrean was nonetheless pleased to see the monster go down. He blinked until his vision returned to something like normal, overlooking the heat and the burning energy which splattered his exposed arms. The rumbling of the Earth jostled him, but Empyrean maintained his footing.

By the wriggling and the flailing, Empyrean assumed the monster was close to defeat. It was not entirely harmless — aside from its thrashing, the energy collected in its mouth could still pose a problem when released — but it was at their mercy now.

Empyrean spared a brief glance over his shoulder to make sure his wife (Paradise) and the Senshi (Pleione) were still okay, before moving in to strike the monster again, plunging the ragged end of his makeshift tree branch weapon into the beast’s flank as hard as he could.

Super Albireo - 10 + 7 + 5 + 3 + 3