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Sailor Alekto of Screams
HP: (6 auto damage) 44/50
Location: D4 > B4
Action: FIGHT
Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 7

Alekto, somewhat bewildered by the abrupt commencement of action, stood a little stupidly in befuddled silence while Creedence went about her business. This resulted in her only staring in confusion at the shambling approach of the fungal skeletons - her agape mouth matched by the one painted into her veil - and only shaking herself out of the reverie and into awareness at the last minute.

She put Creedence down in the usual way that one puts down a cat - by simply opening her arms and letting the Mauvian sort things out on the way down according to her own instincts - and darted sideways, forgetting for a moment that she had magical means at her disposal despite witnessing the impressive displays around her, and falling back on the simple expedient of hitting the s**t out of it, which yielded surprisingly good results.

"Bludgeon damage for skeletons and save your spell slots," she said in a slight panic, before she could incur a lecture for it.

Joyeuse Garde, Knight of Earth
HP: (6 auto damage) 94/100
Location: D4 > E3
Action: FIGHT
Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 6 + 10 = 16

Joy was not one to underestimate magic simply on the basis of its coming in a pretty floral wrapper. After all, the first crack of her whip unfurled a cascade of white flowers pouring out their perfume, racing along from her feet in the direction of the nearest skeletons, the vines coiling around one's lower limbs and slowing it down while the lash of her whip caught the other by the bony arm.

It was good that she'd been forcing herself to practice, even if it had mostly been to keep Gouvernail pliant and docile. It felt almost effortless to give the whip a little yank, and to drag one skeleton into its haplessly captured companion, toppling them both over.

She had more than once wondered exactly how different that burst of magic had looked a thousand years ago, save that she had been told that it was not as elegant or as beautiful, then. She had made that flippant comment that perhaps it changed to reflect its wielder, and he had mildly agreed to it - a comment that hadn't fully registered to her for the quiet admiration that it was until much later - but how true it had actually been she could not say.

But she had not thought, until that moment, that maybe there were people who could have drawn the comparison. Grieve had said, once, that she'd seen him kill before, and that he hadn't seemed to enjoy it very much. She had never quite had the temerity to ask him personally what that had looked like for him (and had therefore been shielded from the stomach-turning fascination that might have resulted from the image of him simply telling a helpless and terrified enemy to hand him the sword that Gouvernail would calmly kill him with, which perhaps was exactly what Grieve had seen) and she found herself unwilling to ask it now.

She couldn't help gloating a little bit, though. It was pretty. "When you're done doing snappy one-liners feel free to lavish compliments on me and my s**t," she sang out, neatly yanking her whip back.

Deep Space Super Sailor Madriu
HP: 69/75
Location: B4
Action: Fighting skellies!
Interaction Roll: N/A
Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 8

It wasn't even a hesitation--Madriu followed Arcalis when he ran to go try the last column, the only one that seemed to remain unsolved. There were a few of them there, trying it, but the skeletons were still coming, and MAdriu was very capable of throwing a punch.

"You've got this," he encouraged Arcalis. He could have taken a shot at it himself, but someone had to get the enjoyment of grabbing a skeleton by the fungal rib cage and throwing it at another, and watching both crumble.

At least they only seemed to be able to grab and scratch or bite. Not a lot of complex thinking going on, by his judgement, which made life easier.

Deep Space Eternal Sailor Dagon
HP: 88/100
Location: D2
Action: Fighting skeletons
Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 10

As two of three pillars clicked into place, they began to glow with a vibrant blue light, tracing through the carved images (a knife on the second, an anchor on the third). A beam emitted from the top of each, pointing directly at the basin, and Dagon grinned.

"Well done," she said. The monsters were falling, and there was a great dome of magic roots overhead--from outside, skeletons scrabbled against the roots, grasping and pulling in an effort to get past it.

"One more! Turn it until it lights!" Though that was easier said than done; the pillars were heavy and slow to rotate, and even though many of them were falling, the fungus itself had not dispelled.

And there was plenty for it to grasp to.

Skeletons reassembled, slowly but surely; bodies received new heads, creatures grasped for new limbs and repaired whatever bits of them were broken. It seemed they would fight on until they fell.

This time, she chose to preserve her magic--one skeleton grabbed for her ankles, and although its bony fingers gripped hard, she stomped it, kicking it away, and another that came for her at her side received a fist to its "face" for its trouble.

Sailor Alekto of Screams
HP: (6 auto damage) 38/50
Location: B4
Action: PUZZLE FAIL

Touching the skeletons was actually pretty icky. Logically, she knew that she could just switch out for attacking them with the magical powers she was still somewhat in awe of, but she'd also just made excuses to the damned cat, and was going to have to save face. So she pretended as though her plan had always been to dance as much as she could out of their reach - with a little scream when her hair was pulled by bony hands - and attempt to make herself useful via her brain. This did not work as well as being useful via her fists.

Sessrumnir, Knight of Jupiter
HP: 88 / 100
Location: D3
Action: Attacking skeletons
Interaction Roll: N/A
Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 9

Sessrumnir knocked a skeleton’s head clean off with his sword… and watched it stitch itself right back on.

Perfect. Exactly what he wanted to deal with.

Alastor’s tone -- and he could tell there was excitement there -- earned him a glance that hovered between disbelief and reluctant amusement.

“Most people are alarmed when the enemy won’t stay dead,” Sessrumnir said, swinging his sword through another skeleton torso. “You look like you’re about to thank them for the cardio.”

A bone hand latched onto his boot. He kicked it off with a grunt.

“Chaos seems to destroy when it’s bored,” he added. “But if it can reanimate things to slow us down? Of course it will.”

He shook off a clump of fungus and skeletal remains and sighed.

“Try not to enjoy this too much.”

But there was the ghost of an unavoidable smirk in his voice. Alastor’s enthusiasm was infectious, whether Sessrumnir wanted it to be or not.

Squire Regal of Chronos
HP: 69 - 6 = 63
Location: F4
Action: Attacking skeletons with physical attack
Interaction Roll: N/A
Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 2

Well, they were fortunate over here that someone among their ranks was able to figure out what to do with the pillar right in front of them. Others were apparently not so lucky a few yards away, but it barely mattered who was lucky and who wasn't, because they were all stuck here being attacked by the Chaos until it was solved, which was especially awful when Regal remembered that this was likely Chaos Lite on this world. Something worse was bound to come.

It always did.

"Where did..."

His crystalline eyes flicked across those gathered, landing after a moment on the target he was searching for, a few feet away. And while he hadn't known Lovas long, he had seen that particular intensity on his face only once before, right before he'd attacked Sawtooth. Which gave Regal the impression that was his 'I'm about to do something you won't appreciate'-face. And Regal had to get ahead of that.

He reached to snatch him back, tugging the Senshi back toward the third pillar, keeping with the group surrounding them. "You're not going to make it over there through all those bones. It'll be finished before you get there, and you'll have run off alone for nothing. Just be patient, Lovas..."


Deep Space Sailor Lovas of Fragility
HP: 44 - 6 = 38
Location: Moving to F4
Action: Attacking skeletons with physical attack
Interaction Roll: N/A
Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 6

He'd used his magic and knocked this conglomeration of bones apart, but it was hardly a few seconds- before they'd rearranged themselves- all of them, about as functional as they had been initially. "Wo~w," Lovas huffed, lips quirked into a slanted little smile. "What a perfect waste of time and energy." And probably not worth doing again, if it didn't Do. Anything.

And if he stayed over here, Lovas didn't think anything he did would 'do anything,' so he could... theoretically, go somewhere where he could at least try to accomplish something...

A soft, curious note slipped from his throat as he gaze toward the only pillar that hadn't been made to do... whatever it was supposed to do to help Dagon. It was Over There, across a field of fumbling, Chaos-fueled skeletons and the people still combating them. But surely being over there and trying to Do Puzzle was better than being over here and wasting energy fighting enemies that couldn't die because they were already dead.

Lovas wanted to go that way, but from behind something grabbed at his arm and pulled him back. And while he considered it marginally impressive for Regal to actually make a decision, it did not surprise him at all that 'the decision' was essentially to just wait? And do nothing but try and survive continuous attacks?

"Wait for what?" Lovas huffed. No one was even headed that way to help...

But there were closer people, and it would be difficult to get through the forest of bones... Lovas was already taking hits from them that looked like they did worse to him than Regal or the other girl with them, Morgan, he thought her name was. With a little pout, he rolled his shoulders in acquiescence and turned back to Regal. "Wouldn't it be hilarious if I died from Chaos on someone else's world."

The Squire's expression pinched into a little of a grimace as he grumbled, "Is that what it would be...?"