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Perseus stumbled back at the release of her arm, watching as Hestia took the initiative to stab the youma in the eye. It was a satisfactory feeling to watch the disgusting creature explode into dust. "I learned that you have the worst choice in youma ever?" She smiled a bit as she said it, voice edged with sarcasm and laughter.

In all seriousness, however, it had been an interesting exercise in teamwork for her. Particularly in the lack of organization across the board which had bothered her. "But in all seriousness, it was easy to see how the battle turned into a free-for-all from the very beginning." Very little rhyme or reason had gone into their attacks from the get go, nothing at all like what she had envisioned. Apparently, it took a lot of time and work together to move as a unit; it was something she would keep in mind for the future.

Hestia stared at the place the youma had been, and felt torn between celebrating with a discreet fistpump and apologizing for not doing that sooner. In the end she settled for removing her uniform's apron and approaching Merope with a glint in her eye that indicated she would now be fussing, and would he please stand relatively still while she checked for splinters and flesh-eating bacteria?

She didn't pause at Castor's question, but it did take her awhile to think of an answer that wasn't exactly satisfying, but at least it was truthful, "I learned my attack is best used with the help of another." She gave Merope a small smile, along with her apron to pat himself dry.

She was just about to ask Merope if he'd like her to run and get him a warm drink, and maybe some blankets and handwipes as Miss Perseus looked like she could use some, what with all that contact and acid business? But Hestia found her drive to take care of things redirected by Miss Rosalind's words.

She surveyed the mess of dust and splintered wood for a moment and managed not to scoff before answering, "The only kind of power this requires is willpower. So please do consider it done, Miss."

Castor was ready to lay a verbal beat down on Rosalind. Again. She was stubborn to nth degree. It annoyed him endlessly because he'd been like that once upon a time. Still, apart from her, the others reacted rather well, and better yet, Perseus got a handle on her companion.
"Merope." He nodded to the other male. Poor guy was probably freezing. "Try to work on you ability to dodge and run. The fact guys like us need to get in close range is good as we can do some serious damage, but it also leave us open for attack. Now before you die of hypothermia, My best advice is practice dodging and running. Also jumping. More impact that way." He motioned for the fellow menshi to wait. He wouldn't hold him too long.

"Perseus, that is not the worst youma ever okay. Trust me. It wasn't." He shuddered, recalling certain battles. "You've got the right of this exercise however, which is awesome. All I can offer you is just like Merope, practice dodging and running. Mostly the dodging part."

Eyes passed over Rosalind before falling on Hestia. "Out of all of your four, I was most impressed with you Hestia." He grinned. "You supported your teammates and when you lacked the magical means to save your comrade. You improvised. That is what can help us. Quick thinking. Just remember that as support, you can't put yourself in danger without reason. Attack the youma to save your teammate, or a civilain for that matter, that is a reason to get personal." Castor smiled. "Overall, gold star." Pulling out something from his pocket it was indeed, a gold star sticker.

Facing Rosalind now, Castor sighed.
"Princess." Arms crossed. "I'm not surprised." His smiled was a slight frown. "You and me...I think we're going to need some personal time later on."

Shrugging he motioned to the still standing coffee and doghnut table. "Grab what you want 'cuz I'm packing out. We've lingered and sent enough energy to attract god only knows what. I'll stay here until my scanner shows you're out of range or powered down. Class is dismissed." A pat to Hestia's head. "And please, don't worry about the mess."

Checking her brooch clock, Perseus sighed. This had gone a bit later than she'd expected and she still had to either get or cook dinner of some sort for herself. "As much as I've enjoyed this little exercise in team work, I really must be headed off." She nodded at Castor, silently thanking him for the insight. It was certainly helpful to know what happened when people didn't practice together or enough, and it would be helpful in the future with vogue.

"If anyone ever needs help, feel free to give me a ring. I'll see you tomorrow Rosalind, and I hope to see all of you again at some point." Perseus started walking away from the group, heels clicking against the concrete flooring of the warehouse. She flashed a peace sign and then smiled before disappearing into the dark corners and ultimately out into the night.

The team that had thrown been thrown together randomly had certainly functioned well enough, but certainly lacked some of the finesse she would have hoped for. Perseus certainly knew one thing, however, and that was that she was going to start scheduling training time for Vogue. It wouldn't do any good to have them fall apart at the start of a battle!