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Lieutenant Huntite

It didn't bother him that the corrupted(Valeria) that he pulled into the group didn't talk, he figured she was just focusing on their surroundings as well. He watched as many started to teleport, slide, or climb down the cliff side before a pack of wolf youma showed up, drawn by the movement and noise. He stepped closer to the edge as Benitoite spoke up and gave the order to climb down the cliff then moved so he could start doing as ordered. He would have preferred the General to teleport himself rather then risk climbing with his leg but was not about to over step his bounds in telling him so. As it was when he started climbing down, careful not to dislodge Katya, and was sure no one beyond the Guardian could hear he could not help but push a bit. "Yes sir but if you slip, try to teleport yourself instead of risking it please." He said while keeping his eyes on the fight below rather then the General himself. At least those below already seemed to have things in hand for now.

Lieutenant Marcasite

It appeared she was the only one that had dared to brave the slick cliff and it amused her. She'd considered climbing down but - there was more of a risk doing it this way and it was easy to brush off Natrolite's taunt. Instead of answering she just waved fingers then focused on the matter at hand.

A rock loosened and suddenly, there was a cloud of dust obscuring her line of vision. She cursed under her breath, aware of the peering purple eyes that had been drawn to their attention.

Whoops.

She pressed her face into the crook of her arm, trying to protect her lungs from the cloud of dust that crowded her. Okay, so this wasn't what she'd been expecting but she would adapt. It was no biggie, or at least wasn't until the hulking wolves began to take shape.

Oh s**t. Well, it was clearly about time for combat. Once the dust settled and she reached the ground. Her heels tapped against the stone and she braced herself, ready to drive a heel into whatever came at her.

Super Sailor Typhon

Before the blue-haired shithead could come up with another retort to his general, they found themselves buried deep in trouble as a youma leapt out to attack them. <********> He tried to spring into action, but was clearly caught off guard by the whole mess as he leapt into the line of fire.

Although he took a defensive guard, his attention was quickly captured by the taunts of Natrolite with the bone. "Careful bro!"

He trusted Xenotime to be able to fend for herself, but worried the Lieutenant might attract more attention than he can handle, the Corrupted Super Senshi of Hurricanes hurried towards the Lieutenant to offer some support. It was oddly selfless of the typical a*****e, but he didn't want the youma developing a taste for Negaverse flesh either.

Lt. Raspite

The sudden ruckus from down below, startled the young man on the cliff face. H4e had felt one of the rocks slide from under him and that alone was enough to stagger him. He slid the rest of the way down the cliff, he being careful not to go too far ahead. Stibnite did not need to be dragged along for the ride in this case, and he sure as hell didn't want to face her wrath.

He noted the youma as the moved about the area. They were not the fastest, but he knew hunting animals when he saw them. He waited for the other Lt. to join him, he nodding to his General and obeying his orders to remain as backup for Stibnite.

"Take lead, I will back you. What you say shall be and use my skills where you have need." He kept his eyes ever on the enemies, watching each one as they moved about the area. He would not be caught off guard, not by these beasts. That would not prove good for them in any case.

Who knew the safest place to be from danger would have been still hanging onto the sides of the cliff…for now! Benitoite, Valeria, Titanlavenite, Hauyne and Huntile worked their way down, finding either enough footholds to guide them or, in the case of Hauyne, enough footholds to make sliding a bit more of an adventure in balance.

Those who still remained above would be able to gaze down on the fighting knowing that there was something else out there…something large that no one below could see. They would also be missing out on enjoying the fun of being attacked by a pack of scavengers below.

However, it was on the ground where things were truly picking up. Five youma wolves had struck out at the order of their Alpha. The pack did clearly did not hunt together as they went five ways.

Zircon’s boomrang struck the side of the first Youma wolf, stopping it in its tracks and sending it stumbling sideways before it turned to snarl at her. Turning, to face her, it was clear it was moving into strike. That was until the shadow of Serpierite aerial strike landed caused it to stop and glance up, mouth open. It was too late and the force of the woman struck the youma straight in the head sending it to the down to the ground. The youma however was only momentarily stunned for as it shook its head to try and unscramble its mind, that gaze had turned onto Serpierite’s arm which held her weapon. Lunging at her, it opened its mouth and aimed to sink its teeth into her arm.

Nearby the first youma, the second was finding itself being thrown through the air by its neck. Labyrinthite’s throw had sent it back against a pile of bones causing them to crash as well. Thankfully no more youma showed up with this smaller dust pile. However, as the General moved in to strike the youma that shook off the throw and was now facing him with his kick, a sudden punch to the slide from Wolfeite sent the wolf like creature flying off to the side and into the direction that Marcasite had just appeared from. But the group was not out of the woods yet. This time the youma was quick to recover and leapt from the pile, slashing at Wolfeite’s chest with razor sharp claws.

Xenotime’s quick moves got her in close to the third youma. Ear in hand, it lashed out at her just she brought her fist to those same jaws that thrusted towards her arm. A yelp escaped as the jaws were forced shut with a sound that came out like an alligator locking onto pray. Clawed paws rose up, slicing at the body of the General in front of it only once before a cutlass sliced into its side. Jarosite’s weapon had found the flesh of the beast and ripped into it. The youma could only kick out with its back paws at the second General as it struggled to get its ear free from Xenotime’s hold.

Leucite’s youma had distracted the forth long enough for the new General to get around and strike with his spear. The action caused it to forget its youma breathen and push off the ground for a jumping strike towards Leucite. This strike was dead on until Stibnite’s shoulder smashed into it sending both her and the youma into a heap of claws, teeth and flesh.

The fifth youma suddenly found itself stepping back away from the appearance of a group humans and another youma. For now it ignored Typhon and Proustite instead focusing on Moonstone and the bone carrying Natrolite. As Natrolite got closer, the youma struck out. Jaws latched onto the bone bat he used and with those powerful jaws, he made quick work of snapping the bone in two. Turning quickly, the youma leapt towards Moonstone, claws slashing at her body.

Standing where it had remained, the Alpha watched its pack with glowing eyes. It was clear quickly they were outnumbered and the wolf like youma was not pleased. Stepping back, it lifted its head and let out a howl that echoed through the boneyard long after it lowered its jaws.

Nothing changed for a long moment but then, to the right of the agents, more of the wolf youma began to appear. What once was five, quickly became ten then twenty. Aside the first Alpha, a second appeared, lord of the larger group that had come as back up. Growling, teeth bared, the creatures watched their alpha before leaping into the fray, working together now to snap and ankles, arms, body parts and more…they were trying to drive the group deeper into the graveyard.

Lt. Serpierite

She couldn't help it when a cry of pain escaped from her, feeling the youma's teeth sink into her arm. Clenching her teeth, she attempted to steel herself against the burning sensation. Giving in to the pain would only make the fear inside of her all the more prominent. She wrenched it free of its grasp, drawing back to take the time to momentarily observe the wound. Her sword de-materialized as her other fingers reached over to hold the torn material away from the wound. It had been a cleanextraction, resulting in puncture wounds rather than a gash that would require stitches. But that didn't stem the bleeding.

Her eyes were diverted with the wolf's attack towards Wolfeite. She couldn't see the outcome though, as another duo blocked her vision. Though at the moment, she had little room to worry about anybody else. And she was well aware of that bitter fact.

"Labyrinthe!" She called out over the commotion, leaving the youma to the others as she jumped into a position closer to him, hoping that he would be able to hear her. Their situation was very clear. They couldn't escape the way they came. And they couldn't stay in their current area, as they would eventually be wiped out by the seemingly endless supply of wolf youma. Faced with one enemy at the front, they could be stepping into a trap where an enemy laid in wait at their back. But was that really a choice any more? "Shall we go deeper?" It wasn't really a question as much as a statement, if he hadn't come to the same conclusion already. Even if the move was made to intentionally force their hands in one direction, they had no choice but to follow. However, it would be smarter to defer to a General who had more experience. And even if she attempted to tell the group that though, her position afforded her little respect. The only people they would listen to, and rightfully, would be a general.

Lt. Prehnite

Initially he was content to sit back with Chrysocolla and watch things unfold. There had hardly been enough Youma to be worth it, and it was far more exciting to let the Generals and their teams work. To enjoy Xenotime and Leucites work from afar, watch as they called their own pets and arms to bear.

Of course it didn't last long, the call the Alpha let out for its brethren was piercing, and seeing what it brought forth made him panic. He heard the shouts and various commands, watched the Youma swarm and strike. Forget keeping an eye on the alphas! We need to end them! "s**t, why do they have to be smart and deadly! Chrysocolla, you with me?" Trowel in hand, he was no heavy hitter, he didn't even know what magics Chrysocolla could use, but he wasn't about to be chased off by wolves.

"We need to kill the Alphas before they drive us too far in!" He shouted, before taking his trowel and stabbing out at the eyes of the nearest Youma that darted in, trying his best to avoid the snapping jaws and razor claws.

He was not at all keen on being driven back into the unknown. Teeth at their front was one thing, but they weren't in any sort of formation to handle teeth from all sides; especially when they were this deep in the rift. Who knew how many numbers the wolves truly had, or what else the noise of battle would draw in on them.