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Having held to the edges proved as advantageous strategically- she wasn't nearly so hemmed in, and wasn't nearly so in the center of attention by so many eyes all at once. It was annoying that her erstwhile 'pet' in her arms was once again trying to dig at her and latch its jaws onto her for energy.

But really, what did any of them expect? Standing anywhere near the General was like inviting a kidney shot. The captain dove sideways, using her badger as a weightbreak, narrowly avoiding a claw swipe from a mass of arms and spikes.

I don't want to get close to that. She threw the badger at it.
The smaller youma squeeled, impaled on spikes and then started melting into the clawed limb ball. Was it merging? Consuming? The take away lesson was the same- don't get near that one.

[4/5 Youma]

I want you to choose - when ze time comes, whose side will you assist? Or will you spectate for ze ensuing cacophony?

While playing the part of spectator would be fun in and of itself, Bazzite knew well enough that many of those among the group were of lower rank - possible fodder for hungry ferals. Being given the choice, the youma shrieked and pounced on members of the group. They left Bazzite well enough along, taking extra moments to dance around him or use him as a springboard, but never as the direct target of an attack.

Choice. Choice was something afforded very rarely to him now, and as such, the youma relished it.

With the youma claws and teeth all around him, Bazzite used his long legs to wade through the swell until he reached Lellouch. Seeing her swat away a youma of her own, he reached out and scooped up the corrupted senshi, placing her on his broad shoulders. With a hiss, Bazzite's face peeled back to reveal several rows of teeth, a warning in a language ferals could understand easily. When one ignored the warning, out came the claws. Bazzite struck down the sickly doglike creature with his clawed hand.

(Lellouch's youma: 4/6)

Summoning knout to hand as she flipped up to standing again, Schörl felt before she saw the tentacle wrapping up her leg from too-near beside her. It was partially invisible, cloaking and uncloaking with dizzying patterns similar to a tropical cephalopod beached on the negaverse byways. A horse sized flashing, partially chameleoned cephalopod.

Oh, I've seen plenty of questionable television to see where this is going.... I'll save you until last.

But in the interim of that thought, the spikeball had born down and latched into her shoulder and free arm, appendages impaling her own neatly and drawing it further in. She ripped her arm free, some toothybits still through it at odd angles, leaping and using the cephalopod's hold on her leg to pendulum to a near crystal. She brought the knout to bear in quick succession on the spikeball, wrapping it and hauling it around like Death in the Sack to smash against ground and crystal, warding off the other couple bearing down on her until pieces started coming off and floating into ash.

[3/5 Youma]

With the horde of Youma on her tail Xenotime didn't have much opportunity to see what sort of carnage was befalling the others, though she did spare a quick glance towards the general. He'd teamed up with the lone guardian cat that had shown up to the party, and a single brow rose curiously before her attention snapped back to the beasts that pursued her as one gave an angry howl. It pulled an answering smirk from the captain, and she stopped, holding her ground so the mass could close in once again.

A bulbous, tank of a creature rose above the rest. It had the bulk of an elephant, even a trunk, but it lacked the large ears. Instead horns curled back from it's head, and there were quills on it's back that started just behind the shoulder blades. "You are an ugly one, aren't you?" Could they even understand her? Regardless, the thing gave another lowed roar before dropping it's head and charging her.

Maybe Xe should have been nervous with how many youma seemed to be targeting her, but she wasn't. This was just exciting.

More than that, this was the sort of chaotic rumble the young woman needed.

She drove her fist forward as the beast bore down on her, and she was rewarded with a loud, sickening crack as metal wrapped knuckles smashed into bone. The shock of the hit sung up her arm in a wave of pain, fingers going numb, but the youma dropped at her feet.

There was no time to recover, no time for anything. A smaller creature had launched itself at the captain's back, driving her to the ground as teeth sank into her shoulder, worrying flesh like a dog with a bone. She screamed, half pained, half rage, and sank fingers into whatever bit of that lithe body she could grab. It gave a pained squeal as tore it off her own back, then nothing as adjusted her grip to it's neck and squeezed. For a second it was limp in her hand, then it was gone.

Her back was a red ruin. One deep slash worst than the rest, but now there was claw marks with it. Scratches criss-crossing, but nothing compared to her shoulder. That it didn't hurt should have been alarming, but she could move the arm. Later, when she saw what the beast had done to tattoo, she'd be pissed. Now, the smell of blood and the rush of adrenaline were like a high.

Something else rushed in as she was flexing her fingers, and her arm came up to grab the thing's snout. She used that grip on it, turning and stepping towards the larger mass of bodies, and she flung the human sized youma towards them. All but two toppled over, and she cursed aloud. Seven ten splits were a b***h.

[Remaining Youma: 10/14]

((Gfdi Strick Im going to kill you))

Fangite twitched nervously as a group of youma encircled him. He was going to kill Persephone when he got him. If he got home. ...Better yet, maybe he'd just throw her under the bus in front of Gabriel and watch the fall out happen. Whatever happened first.

Summoning his daggers, Fangite braced himself. The circle tightened, and one or two launched themselves at him. But Fangite had it covered. Though they might have just been some low grade equipment, they were enough to do the job. The youma fell and began disintegrating. So far so good. He could do this, right? Right.

Wrong.

The group didn't seem to light that much, a few hissed while others growled. And then all of a sudden Fangite was being shoved forward from behind. A slightly bigger youma, probably no bigger then a dog had tackled him. Fangite yelped as he hit the ground.

Oh he was so ******** Remaining)

A seething sigh parted from the general's lips as he surveyed the remaining force - six youma surrounded him with deadly intent, their declarations basted in roaring derision. Now thy stood at odds with each other, the youma having deduced his retaliatory strategies. Recently the feeling flooded back into his arm, producing stinging pains dotting his bicep from the needle-holes of his previous fallen comrades.

Sparring wounds, he considered them.

The captains, lieutenants, and corrupts around him fought with surprising vigor, each meeting the sprung challenges with as much force as they could muster - their baser instincts guided them properly, as non had fallen to their posthuman counterparts. A sight worthy of excitement, perhaps pride, but Bischofite suspected that those very allies would just as soon report him with the intentions of inciting a public execution. Perhaps that was what produced a raw smile on the general's face - for who could he call a comrade but the very officers who would rejoice to see him fall?

Finally one of the youma broke the standoff, and the monstrous centipede marched toward his position with an unearthly speed. Bischofite loosed a chakram toward the creature, teleporting before the weapon struck its target, and soon received his weapon at his new location with a cloud of dust dispersing in the heavy air. Now broken, the circle of youma crumpled into a heap of writhing bodies as the lot of them charged - victory through numbers, if nothing else. Ducking, Bischofite narrowly evaded a mantid claw spearing into his shoulder, but the creature's retracting force cut deeply into his clavicle. Now pinned to the ground beneath the writhing mass of appendages, his shoulder wedged between two unconscionably sharp organic blades, Bischofite felt all color drain from his face.

Given the creature's increasing force, the general had only seconds before his arm would sever completely from his body.

Cursing, the general drove his chakram upward with his free hand, hoping he managed the force necessary to penetrate the youma's carapace and dissipate its grip. As a thin film of ash fell across his features, Bischofite met temporary victory - but his shoulder blazed with pain, and four more fanned out around him.

Malicious smiled thoughtfully as she witnessed the general thwart an attempted dismemberment. With her chin resting atop laced fingers, she surveyed the remainder of the scene. So far, so good - everyone looked pissed, and the youma somewhat gleeful in their attempts to end lives. Surely they'd be wary of such antics in the future.

How delightful.

(5/10)

Labyrinthite had intended to stay beside his lieutenant and aid him when needed, since he was clearly the more experienced fighter, but when Erythrite called for help and no one had responded yet, he decided it was in his best interest to help her out. If only because Aluminite seemed to be in good hand with the knife wielding captain they allied with.

"Sorry, but someone else needs my help," he apologized, offering the man a weak smile before he was charging forward towards his hoard and then towards the pink-haired girl.

One of his youma, as the rest of them circled him, lunged his way and prompted him to dive forward, folding into a tuck-and-roll easily. He sprung back up quickly, whirling on his heel with his weapon swinging out in a wide arc, the staff portion colliding with the youma and throwing back into the others. One of them had attempted to lash out at Labyrinthite and instead tore into the other youma as it was flung back effectively dusting it.

The dust showered the remaining youma who moved about in a confused manner, which left him enough room to finally reach Erythrite. At some point he put his body between hers and the youma coming towards her, as well as one from his pack and he lashed his blade out effectively taking the beast's head off in a clean swipe.

He was getting better.

"Are you okay?"

5/8 youma remaining

Erythrite let out a relieved breath when the Captain interposed himself between her and the attacking creature, taking the time to grab one of the ones attacking her by the scruff of its neck and chuck it at another one of them, dusting them both. It was a blessing to have someone else helping her, and right then, all she wanted was to make all these youma as dead as possible, get out, and get home to Serenity.

"I'm doing okay, thanks!" She said, flashing him a smile. Introductions later, but she would have to find out who this incredibly helpful man was.

Youma Remaining: 9/12