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Shooting down the Negaverse Alien Scum might have been the last brave thing that Regina Faith Hopewell did that evening. Rolling back closer to the booth might have been the last stupid thing.

One of the youma that had been hiding behind the prizes that she had been trying so hard to shoot for before the madness had started reached out to snag her. It had latched on to the tubing feeding water to her super soaker and cut off the stream of water, using the brief confusion from her lack of amo, as well as her weakened state, to catch her by surprise and sweep her back into the booth.

"I've died for Destiny City before. SAVE THE OTHERS!" She called out valiantly with a vague twinge of madness like a kooky movie heroine. "DEATH IS ONLY THE BEGINNING."

Serpentine grunted in satisfaction when his fist connected with the girl's face, but his satisifaction was short lived as something cold and wet struck him. Well, two cold and wet things--another, frenzied water gun attack and then...

Snow? In the middle of Spring, leaning towards Summer? It seemed impossible, and yet his boots were clearly sinking into slush. Although, not for long - just as suddenly as it appeared, it jerked from beneath him. Serpentine was caught up with a bitey Columba and could not avoid falling to the ground. Now he was wet again, and in larger patches on his gold-and-green uniform. While he should be grateful he was not attacked by a Senshi of Bubble Gum or something more noxious... he was not pleased.

Serpentine hated to admit that he missed his partner more and more with each passing moment. Naturally inclined to working alone and relying upon himself, the forced comraderie with Buddingtonite had seemed a burden. Now, he understood. If these Senshi--and even random civilians--banded together... then so too must he with his fellow officers. Pride would take an unwilling back seat to diligence.

He spoke into his crystal communicator, addressing any Negaverse officer within range, "Serpentine requesting assistance." Then, he began actively working to pry fingers and teeth off of him. He'd give the tiny Senshi this--she was a fighter!

[Roll #1: 8
Roll #2: 1
Roll #3: 14
Roll #4: 2
Roll #5: 11
Roll #6: 12]

Varuna watched as the snow overtook the Nega, and the civilian woman topple out of immediate harm. The senshi of Avalanches sincerely hoped her desperate call was only a dramatization and she wasn't actually in need of help.

There was still the child to help, and one that was now dealing with two negas.

"Let her go!" Varuna called, her hands balled into fists as she stood much more proudly than she normally would have. Keeping unseen and unheard in her civilian life didn't seem as necessary as a senshi. She felt stronger, useful...

"Cowards, picking on a child!"

Somehow she felt like she would regret the taunts, but if it meant the Chibi's release, well... she could at least hold the two off with her magic if need be. Or at least that was the intention.

Rolls:
1 - 10 (8 ): Assist!
1 - 10 (1): Attacked...?

Carneli

Songstress Kitsune

Quicksilver the Archangel

Serpentine knew Captain Natron only vaguely, having been assigned to work with him for this assignment. Yet, he answered his need for assistance most readily... unfortunately, it seemed that the little girl had even more allies at her beck and call. Popping out of the darkness like beetles, they were, and he could only watch as the Chibi Senshi was pulled away from his uniform and away from the Captain as well. Cold eyes turned to the one who dared try to berate him before glancing at Natron. He asknowledged the higher ranking officer first with a nod of thanks. Then, he sneered at the other Senshi, "Yes. People like you... and them."

The cry from the snow-flinging Senshi made the lieutenant act out more than merely testing his new-found freedom. He twisted to face her as best he could and flung his rubber snake towards her. Even if it was nothing but a momentary distraction, perhaps it would give him a chance to fully regain his feet... and to fight a better fight.

[Roll #1: 8
Roll #2: 1
Roll #3: 14
Roll #4: 2
Roll #5: 11
Roll #6: 12
Roll #7: 3]

Of all the things she expected to happen, Varuna had to admit it wasn't that. If she'd known another senshi would have come in and whisked the chibi away, she would have been much less reckless. But now, seeing as she'd called their attention with every intention of trying to save the child, she had nothing to distract them, and her newness to all this was suddenly starting to overwhelm her.

She should have known there was no one who would assist her when she needed it. Everyone was out for their own well being, and as she saw the super senshi get to a safe distance with the chibi, she couldn't even force herself to breathe a sigh of relief. If anything, she'd been left as the distraction, the easy target, the amateur who obviously didn't know what she was doing.

Something was flung at her, and upon seeing that it was a snake she screamed and jumped back, unaware that it was only fake. Varuna looked around wildly at the two Nega officers, much like a deer caught in the headlights.

She should have known not to put herself on the line when no one would do the same for her...

Rolls:
1 - 10 (8 ): Assist!
1 - 10 (1): Attacked...?
1 - 10 (1): Attacked

Songstress Kitsune

Quicksilver the Archangel

Serpentine grinned with satisifaction at the shriek that came from the blonde Senshi. His weapon still had startle effect, if it had little else. This distraction allowed him the time to get to his feet. He looked towards the crying Columba and her friend and then towards the one that had fluung snow at him. The civilian with the water gun mattered little to him now that he had three other opponents in front of him.

When Natron decided to take on the lone Senshi, he moved to follow suit. Verbal assault meant nothing, and she seemed a better target than a sniveling child. He would have other opportunities with Columba and her friend... and if they were brave enough to rejoin the fight, then he would handle them appropriately.

[Roll #1: 8
Roll #2: 1
Roll #3: 14
Roll #4: 2
Roll #5: 11
Roll #6: 12
Roll #7: 3
Roll #8: 2]

Painite saw that her senshi target was busy dusting youma, and decided that she could multitask, as well. She turned to the nearest civilian to her, someone cowering under a bench, and smiled. Walking to the bench leisurely, she lifted her spear and then stabbed downward at the seat, stabbing through it and letting the blade slice through the person below. They let out a horrible howl of pain and continued to scream, not dead from the attack alone

Painite smiled and sat down on what was left of the bench, having made a neat hole in the center where her spear was now sticking up from, rattling around like a spoon in a tea cup as the person writhed in pain. She leaned and placed her hand on his head, draining some of his energy leisurely, but mostly just watching him react to knowing, understanding, that he was going to die here.

And there was nothing he could do. Nothing any of them could do. She was here for mayhem and carnage, and would not leave anyone, civilian or white moon, alive, if she could help it. It was an impossible goal, but it certainly made her work a lot harder to reach it.

"No," Columba said before inhaling with a long, loud sniffle and wiping the remaining snot on the back of her glove. "They are all right here," She announced, patting her own rib cage and selfishly being glad she had let go before Irene was suddenly not in front of her anymore.

She still felt some responsibility for it and her eyes darted around for more help. "s**t!"

All she saw was the snow senshi who had helped her earlier get attacked now, and while she was momentarily caught between who to try and rescue first, Varuna or Irene, she ended up having her legs jerked out from under her by youma herself. This was not a good day, she decided.

Rolls:
Roll #1: 1
Roll #2: 9
Roll #3: 3
Roll #4: 9
Roll #5: 7
Roll #6: 9
Roll #7: 1