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Dallol, Squire of Uranus - Trying to toss a crystal shard at the greater youma's belly

Dallol had no idea if the dragon-like youma came to crash the party of its own volition or because someone had summoned it from the depths of the Rift. Whatever the case, damn was it huge. If the Negaverse had many more of this behemoth at their beck and call, their fight with them was as good as lost already.

Tugging her hand free from Corinth's grasp, she quickly shoved the Page aside when the black flames spread and burnt the very spot that the both of them had been standing mere moments ago. That was close. Shooting a look at the portal and the greater youma that flew across the battlefield, the Squire's mind was made up.

The next time they decided to take a trip down to Negaspace, they all better had a battle plan for s**t like this.

"I love you. I'm probably going to regret doing this. Just know that I'm doing this so that we can all go home." Planting a kiss on his lips, she flashed him an apologetic smile before running off. Trailing after the greater youma, she picked up one of the broken off crystal shards to hurl it towards the gigantic creature's belly when it circled past.

As rocks and crystals barraged the Greater Youma, it let out another loud rumble; the damage it had caused was immense. The ground was covered in the strange, black fire and it licked higher. The youma had circled the battlefield with its flames and they showed no signs of burning out any time soon.

The worst part, of all of it, was that now the passageway to the portal was sealed by the flames. A strange, nearly toxic black smoke suddenly started spiraling from some of the larger mounds of flame.

The fires raged a few yards behind the wall of golems, and while Paris' attacked managed to crumble half of the head of the youma he attacked, things were still looking bleak—and the youma reached up as if to try and brush the page aside.

Laurelite seemed back in her own little world now that she was left to her own devices; while the intruders were attacked with the chaotic flames, she sought more battles. Her eyes burned with a darkness that reflected the flames around the battlfield. She did not discriminate between targets; when they were in reach of her scythe, she hacked at them. When they were in reach of her hand, she stole their starseed.

A trail of fallen bodies lay in her wake. She consumed starseeds, though she did not make the same mistake Apatite did.

She knew her limits, and she was pushing them, but she was careful.

Unlike the Greater Youma, who swooped low enough that it was an easy target. With a well aimed throw, crystals and rocks seemed capable of cracking the scales.

Altair's scalpels were irritating; some stuck out of it's scales and it tried to brush the residue away with a claw. Kairatos' net stuck into the beast well enough that when it flew away and out of reach, several very large scales fell down towards the knight. They were surprisingly heavy—and sharp—and splintered like shrapnel as they fell around him. Erebos' oar resulted in a similar outcome, though he only had a single large scale to deal with.

Cetus' magic might not have sent the youma into an illusion (or, if it did, the youma did not seem to notice), but it did agitate the dragon enough to warrant a blind swipe of its front claw at the crowd below.

Castor's tiara might not have immediately dusted the youma, but it seemed like it did a fair amount of damage; it slashed straight through the leathery part of the creature's wings and it lost balance in the air. To rebalance itself, it flapped twice as fast, sending waves of air strong enough to knock over nearby opponents.

It sucked in another breath and let out a stream of fire—this time into the crowd.

Arthur's laser was not powerful enough to do much damage, but it hit the youma in the eye, and Corvus' missile landed in a patch of soft flesh just below its chin.

Agitated, now, the Youma jerked its spiked tail across the crowd blindly several times. It's aim might have been off, but its unlucky targets included Myrrha, Aegir and Celsus. The force alone was not unlike being hit by a car, and the scales scraped painfully across any exposed skin.

The force behind the attack was immense; the youma held great strength—and it must have been, for those wings to carry its enormous body. They were strong enough to send even the most well-bodied individual soaring through the air if it hit right—provided they didn't get impaled on the crystal spikes that grew out at the tip of the youma's tail.

The youma inhaled again; and blew an indiscriminate wave of fire again, spewing both the chaotic flames and a fine mist of smoke that burned the eyes and agitated the lungs to anyone unfortunate enough to be affected.

Havasu Falls, Squire of Pluto --- throwing scale shards back at the dragon

Hav had been trying to keep his cool as their group continued to battle their way free but as a nega general appeared he feared they were in deep s**t. His premonition was proven right when the pressure he had felt materialized in a one giant a** dragon. Cursing under his breath he tried to use his jacket to block some of the smoke from the dragon’s attack. The heat of the flames making him sweat.

The very sight of dragon had him frozen in indecision. What could he do against the youma, hurt and magicless? His team mates however weren't such chickens and soon scales started to rain down. The need to avoid the shards had him finally moving, and reacting like a knight.

With a growl he scooped up some of the shards and with all the strength he could muster, launched them at the dragon. His fingerless gloves protecting his palm from the sharp edges but doing nothing to keep his fingers from getting shredded.

Antares, Senshi of Scorpions --- Eat Scorpion, Dragon!

Antares’ head hurt, her body ached, and she just wanted to get out of this hell. A small part of her was glad that she had been ignored by all except the youma who had swarmed everyone but a larger part was just furious. They were running out of time, if they hadn't already. And to make matters even worse; as if the General Queen, the countless Negas, the zonked out princess, and the poor senshi who had just survived personal attention of the Queen; all of a sudden, although the chaotic feel of the youmas had gotten exponentially stronger, a giant youma dragon appeared.

She wasn't able to go after the dragon right away since a youma had taken her moment of distraction to attack. After a momentary struggle the senshi was able to destroy the youma and as the dragon flew past she called out her attack. When the scorpion appeared she scooped it up and tossed it as hard as she could at the dragon. She didn't know if or even how it would affect the greater youma but shy of flying up to hit it it was Antares’ best course of action.

Castor Page Aptera

What more should they do to deal with this whole mess as swiftly as possible?! Aptera had begun to cough from all the smoke but still she willed her gaze to dart between those around her: Goretti, Altair, the senshi who offered to help carry the load of starseeds again, Prince Castor, and the huge dragon overhead. It was no simple task to figure out together what their next courses of action were to be in this situation, but she kept alert of any words that would be further exchanged between them all even as she lifted another stone, strained her vision in taking aim with her makeshift ammunition, and fired it, too, at the airborne monstrosity. She had an unwelcome feeling that these circumstances fell under the category of pushing one's luck. The longer that dragon remained she reckoned that also meant the likelihood of being injured by it increased in correlation.

((Tomorrow has moar commutin and errands in store @w@ <3 But I shall tag back asap!))

Valhalla of Jupiter - Carrying Ganymede; Gevaudan, Cyllene, Harmonia, etc.

“s**t,” was all that Valhalla could say upon the arrival of the giant, fire breathing youma. How the hell were they supposed to get out with everyone now?? He quickly shook his head at Azurite, not wanting her to worry about him or Ganymede. “Keep Cyllene safe. Please,” he practically begged of her, adjusting his hold on Ganymede’s body. “I’ll get her out, okay? Just… stay safe,” he said.

Ganymede wasn’t necessarily heavy, but it was difficult to hold her with his arm was it was. There were others still around, and as the youma started attacking, many jumped in to fight again.

“Damnit, Gev!,” he cursed again as the severely injured knight went to attack. There was no way Valhalla could carry him as well as Ganymede. And then to make matters worse, Oberon decided to start unloading his pockets and shoved tiny crystals into one of the pouches he had at his waist -- wait, they were starseeds??

“Oberon, I swear to God…” he breathed, his eyes wide with distress. Then again, he knew he was the exact same way. That didn’t mean he liked it though.

Sessrumnir of Jupiter

Despite himself, Sessrumnir snorted at Remus’s comment about him being a skeleton.

“Or something,” he grunted and shook his head. “A scholar in the past. An engineer in the present,” he shared as he watched as the shadow of a dragon swooped in. And then Alexandria suddenly found and grabbed onto him, coughing and clearly in distress.

“What are--” he started, grabbing maybe too harshly onto Alexandria’s elbow to keep him upright. There was too much going on at once, and understandably so. He wasn’t sure what Valhalla was up to, but it definitely concerned him that Ganymede must have exhausted her energy.

“Yeah, he is,” Sessrumnir quickly acknowledged Remus’s question about Alexandria, but as much as he would like to make introductions (not really), they now had a dragon on their hands to deal with. And one that breathed fire.

“I’m practically out of magic after that last attack,” he grimaced, talking out loud to himself. The best they could do was to face the dragon head on. “Alexandria, listen to me,” Sessrumnir frowned in concern, and he was sure his distress was showing as well. “I need you to stay with Valhalla. Get them to the portal. You’re in no shape to fight, so leave that to me, understood?”

He, as gently as he could manage, pushed Alexandria away from him then, summoning his stormglass from subspace once more.

As easy as it was to throw things at the youma, it would simply turn and burn them all to a crisp unless there were people distracting it up close. He took his stormglass to swing and bring it down on the youma, hoping to deal it some damage.

Sylvia, Corrupt Guardian Cat

Sylvia stalked through the battlefield, skulking in the half-light provided by the black flames and letting the smoke camouflage her way. She came near Laurelite - close, but not too close - and crouched, waiting for anyone who might interrupt the General-Queen's rampage.

The youma's display was impressive, but they had sustained great losses. Would it be enough to turn the tide?