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(whoops, forgot my dice)

When the call went out Harmonia had been on patrol with Corinth and Dallol. She hadn't even questioned whether or not she should go with the two knights and took off with them to the area that the call had come from. She wasn't sure what she'd be able to do, but knowing that a friend was in trouble was enough to spur the newbie senshi into action and not worry too much about what use she'd be.

Running through the forested area was a bit unnerving. Her imagination was far too good at creating scenarios of things that could possibly happen as they navigated through the trees and underbrush. It was enough for her to almost expect an enemy or maybe even a large animal to jump out and surprise them. Still she didn't let it deter her despite the ever increasing amount of auras she felt.

Arriving in the clearing Harmonia stopped dead to stare at the amount of people that had responded. So many were already engaged in battles and it was an incredibly mesmerizing thing for her. This is our war...

Needless to say she was showing how green she was to all of this. One usually doesn't stare in shock when entering a warzone. At least not someone use to it.

There was almost nothing Lazarus liked less than having to power up to do his Negaverse job -- but one of the things that fell into that category, the Things He Liked Worse category, was having to power up to do his job when he least expected it. A sudden summons on his communicator crystal was nothing that interested him -- let them all die and rot, for all he cared -- but still. He had to answer it. He'd been on the less-than-satisfactory side of his last few outings. Now he had to gain some goodwill, and soon, or he was going to start losing privileges again.

Quartz powered up and heeded the summons, taking in the odd scene around him with awe. Surely he could find something easy and manageable to do to make himself look useful without biting off more than he could chew.

Geargo snuck out of the line of trees with his Youma brethren, feeling the auras and the strong pulses of energy that were gathering here. It seemed like dinner was just walking up and begging to be eaten, and he was not going to miss a chance at some food.

He spotted someone not too far from him, though in his mind all squishy humans looked the same, and a wicked, crooked grin curled across his lopsided face. One of his eyes rested on a separate plain of his face than the other, and they rotated in different directions of one another, each eye powerful and independent, giving him a strange but intricate look of the world.

Dinner was served, he noted, when he saw Glitnir come into one of the plains of his vision. He was close, and looked delectable.

Geargo glimmered in the receding light, its skin shimmering in a metallic way. A large gear was attached to his back and it span slowly, clicking in a rhythmic way, his own personal metronome. It was the only organ it possessed, the rest of its body replaceable.

It stood on two legs and looked humanoid enough, save the the fact that it bore no nose, had two independently rotating eyes and a giant gear on its back, while cloaked in metallic skin. Perfectly humanoid. Making a strange clicking sound, it charged toward Glitner, leaping at Glitnir in a wild tackle.

Amenthes wasn't one to turn down the Royal Knight who brought her into this world. He called, and she came to help. She swore to him she would, and she kept her word. Eyes scanning over the area, she paused as she heard a voice that was nearby her. Her blue gray eyes turning towards the boy as she arched a brow "Me...go home? You got to be kidding me little boy...isn't it pass your bedtime?" she scoff as she glance around again.

She saw him, and instantly turns her eyes back to the boy.

Nope, not today.

Lifting the umbrella off the ground, she tucks it against her side as she smirks "You wanna fight, come at me. I don't have time to play..." she moves into her usual kicking boxing stance, couching slightly low as her fist come up.

She had to keep focus...and not worry about him....

Mothro was not fond of the light, and liked to come out once the darkness settled. That was just beginning to happen, and she was all too glad to flitter out of her hiding spot as her companions, those who came to the forest to hunt with her, came toward this strange gathering of powers.

She was drawn to it, as well, like... well.

The large youma had a round, stump like body atop very small and fairly useless legs. She had two sets of crawling arms, thin and spindly, and massive, dusty wings behind her. That was her primary mode of transformation, as she was not built for walking. She flittered from one place to the next, resting between each burst of travel, before fluttering out again.

Spotting a target nearby to the tree she was clinging to, Mothro decided to take a chance and try to hunt it. She flapped her wings and moved toward Dallol, hovering in the air near her and flapping her wings, a cloud of dust escaping her. It was a kind of temporary poison that could slow her prey's movements, make them shiver and struggle to move, as if paralyzed, though some had the power to fight through it. The bigger the dose, of course, the better the effect.

Allidile had just come out from a lovely dip in a nearby lake, and was all too happy to come and look for some lovely energy and perhaps some flesh to dine on. Living wild in this little forest had taught him all kinds of fun hunting habits. All these powerful Order auras was a delight or him, and he hardly knew where to start.

He was a small youma, when compared to his companions, stout and rounded at the bottom, with a long tail for balance and short, stumpy legs. He had equally short arms, not useful for gripping more than a light hand hold or picking up some food to shove into his real tool. His mouth was long and filled with rows of sharp, wicked looking teeth, each curling in different ways, but every one comfortably accommodate in his mouth. His bluish green scales were shimmering in a watery, reflective way, and his eyes were brimming with the excitement he was struggling to control.

This was awesome! He could not wait to get something in his mouth and crunch it! His jaws were powerful enough to break through rock and bone, and he did not doubt he would be able to do the same to white moon invaders.

With a howl of excitement, Allidile charged toward Mimisbrunnr as fast as his stumpy legs would allow him, though once he dropped forward and began to crawl on his belly, using his front arms to help, he picked up a surprising amount of speed and started snapping at her legs as soon as he was close enough to try.

Flamonk had more energy than it knew what to do with! Swinging down from a tree, watching some of her forest dwelling youma friends running forward and joining the fights, she wondered what sort of fun she could get up to.

Mischievous and endlessly curious, Flamonk absolutely loved new encounters. And this was certainly the most interesting thing to happen in the forest in some time! Never had she seen so many alluring power signatures and energy levels drawn to one place! And her home, of all things! It was like christmas, if she knew what that was.

She didn't.

Standing about the height of a tween, around five feet total if she did not hunch back on her legs like she liked to do, she was not afraid of things bigger than her. She was thin, small, and wickedly fast when she wanted to be. Her fur was bright red, but she hardly needed to blend in, with her deft hands and clever brain allowing her to overcome the usual limitations of the wild hunter. She had a tuft of long fur on her head that wisped up in a fiery curl, between her two large, circular ears.

Letting out a hooting laugh, she used her powerful arms to propel her body forward, swinging from her knuckles and kicking her feet forward for distance. She locked on to her target, Aludra, and took a breath as she approach, though she did not unleash her attack just yet.