General Aquamarine Action: Teleporting in. Calling for all Negas to stand down. Feel free to ignore him in the chaos of it all!
Lysithea.
Aquamarine knew very little of her. He remembered her being there when they brought Ganymede to the Queen, when Jet became a General King. A quiet thing, she’d seemed utterly useless for anything but healing.
Now she was a Princess? They’d had one in the Dark Kingdom and hadn’t even known ********>...” Aquamarine cursed the White Moon, then cursed the Negaverse for their own ineptitude.
He summoned a pair of earrings from subspace — the small black studs given to him by Axinite. Aquamarine passed one to Jet just as Albite teleported away, shared a look with him, purple eyes all fury and frustration.
Once he’d affixed one of the earrings to his ear, Aquamarine teleported to the location. He appeared within the cover of trees, close enough to take stock of things: their own Senshi attacking what must be the Court, with Lysithea at the center, and Faustite nearby, still himself. Had the purification not worked? Had they been found out before it could take place? Wasn’t Jadarite supposed to control these ******** we call the retreat? he wondered, sending the thought through the earring to Jet.
They could leave Faustite, rely on the supposed “goodness” of the White Moon, assume they would purify him once they were safe; the Negaverse could find him and take him back after the fact. It wouldn’t be ideal, but it would get the job done.
Or they could trash the plan altogether, let the youma take hold, rely on themselves to come up with a solution.
Considering the scene in front of them, Aquamarine didn’t have much confidence in the prospect.
He swore again. Not waiting for an answer, Aquamarine teleported closer, into the fray, rapier drawn. He appeared near one of the White Moon Senshi — was it Encke? — just after the Senshi had unleashed some magic.
Aquamarine kept a warning glare locked on him, then shouted for his own allies, “STAND DOWN!”
Perhaps they could fix this.
Perhaps it was already too late.
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Tama, Guardian Cat (With Albite, Aquamarine and Jet)
Tama was debating whether to drop his aura dampening and ready a star beam when he heard Aqua’s order. He looked from Albite to Jet and back to Aqua. Even with his perch he found it hard to locate Faustite.
He didn’t see fire.
“Is the youma not out of him like Mizuki said?”
If it wasn’t, then they needed to more than just stand down. They needed a whole other plan to save Faustite…
He had been waiting. Patiently. Silently, no matter how much he wanted to bark and snap and bite. No matter how much it itched under Haruhiko's skin to stand by and watch while Faustite coughed and collapsed, needing support from other people, while the other side bargained and bartered.
Lysithea transformed, and he bit back a curse. Of course. Of course the traitorous b***h would get the special, sparkly magic powers. Order probably loved an inspirational story like hers. Rising out of the muck, and whatever other bullshit.
But he bit his tongue, mentally, and waited.
Honestly, he wished Lilith was here--she was much better at controlling his impulses. But she'd been having a miserable time, of late, and hauling her off to risk her a** when they had, he hoped, plenty of backup seemed unfair. He could, after all, summon her of they really needed another body.
And then. And ******** then.
"Heliodor, what the actual ********> he hissed, mostly to himself. Squeezed his henshin pen so tight in his hand that it dug into the palm, would undoubtedly leave little bat wing shaped imprints in the skin.
He couldn't go. Couldn't step in. Couldn't blow this even harder than it had already been blown.
No matter how much he wanted to, until he was sure the deed was done, Haruhiko would not move.
Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2023 2:08 pm
Eternal Kamacite Near Aquamarine, Encke, Nectaris, and Faustite (and whoever else is there sorry). Started using his magic, but stopped it from doing anything at Aquamarine's order.
Yuuri was appreciative of Reed’s reassurance, and let out a quiet sigh as he glanced over the words typed onto the phone. There were too few times where he actually felt like he could talk to Reed, or Prehnite, what with his team always around him, or being absorbed in his gardening. It wasn’t as though Yuuri didn’t want to reach out, he just didn’t know how.
But for now, he stayed quiet, watchful, waiting--
Until all hell broke loose.
They were waiting for the Senshi to do whatever it was they needed to do to purify Faustite and save his life, but something went wrong.
Someone launched the attack.
He felt like his heart was going to burst in his chest, and all color drained from his face, but he managed to fumble his pen out and power up.
Others were already springing into action. He didn’t have time to cut his hair. What was going to happen to Faustite now? Would they still purify him? Were they going to kill him? Would he die if they didn’t do something?
Kamacite cast a horrified look up at Reed -- Prehnite, and then quickly followed the order to go now.
He teleported close to where Faustite was, and his immediate reaction was to use his magic. Not the immediate magic, that would blind everyone around him, but his magic with a more isolated target.
Hands came close together and light started to absorb from the area around him as he glared at Sylvite. He knew who she was without having to know.
The area darkened, the orb of light prepared to be thrown at his enemies--
But then Aquamarine was shouting at them to all stand down.
Kamacite hissed, wincing with the effort of containing the light orb. He pressed the orb tighter, making the ball crack and dissipate, light returning to where it had been absorbed.
Did Aquamarine really think there was a way to salvage this now? The best chance they had to save Faustite was to let the White Moon purify him, but would they? Would they not just kill him now? What if Aquamarine’s inaction caused Faustite to die?
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General King Jet Teleporting in near the Court, near Cymophane, but on the other side from where Encke and Nectaris and Aquamarine are. Not attacking for now.
Jet took the earring from Aquamarine when it was handed to him, returning his look of frustration.
Something went wrong with the mission.
Not my call to issue the retreat, he reminded Aquamarine as he waited until Aquamarine had teleported out of the office, before teleporting to the area himself.
He’d arrived a little ways away from Aquamarine. On the other side of the Princess with the blinding aura and her group of Senshi who were supposed to be saving Faustite from an unknown fate, maybe worse than death.
Cymophane was nearby -- as a youma, but still there. Good, but there was still a matter of figuring out how to salvage this. The best option was likely to let the White Moon continue what they were doing. They looked like they’d been preparing to purify Faustite, although Jet had never witnessed the purification of a youma before.
There were only a handful of the enemy around. They could either capture them and force these Senshi to purify Faustite in exchange for their lives, or they could take their chances with finding another way to save him.
Ren had a feeling that something like this would happen. He’d been calling Heliodor a liability this whole time, and sure enough he ended up probably handing Faustite his death sentence.
But just because this was expected didn’t mean Ren wanted it to happen. He didn’t want Faustite to suffer any longer. He didn’t want him to die. They were supposed to wait until he’d been purified. What… did Heliodor see Faustite’s fire fade and decide to attack?
Gritting his teeth together, Ren reached for his pen and powered up. He followed Cymophane’s lead by teleporting close to where the court was and threw one of his attacks at them. It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t hear Aquamarine over the roar of water and fire and strange purple gas that seemed to sizzle in the air.
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Captain Jadarite In the trees in aura suppression range, talking on comms and saying to back off.
Of course Jadarite was watching. That had been her role here. She had been the fire watcher, and when the fire went out, she would call on the others.
She watched the gathering of Order signatures. It was a few more people than they'd been expecting, but nothing unmanageable. There was the Princess; perfect. Faustite was sputtering and dimming in a way that was concerning before any of them had even touched him, which she assumed meant that they were cutting this whole thing closer than they should have been, but at least it looked like everyone was gearing up to to the purification within seconds.
Then, without any warning at all, without anything she could do to stop him, Heliodor jumped in on the attack. A few others followed, even as the comms began to light up with protests.
"Really?" said Jadarite into her own pen, one eyebrow raising higher than it had ever raised before in her life. Her eyes were still locked on where Faustite was actively dying in the middle of the park grounds.
"So much for any control we might have had over this situation. Thank you, Heliodor."
Again, she was not as emotional as the others. Her tone was sharp, the sarcasm obvious, but she did not lose control.
Instead she recalculated. "We have no more advantage here. Back off, all of you. Let them think they've won if you want him to live. Otherwise it will be your General's, your husband's, blood on your own hands."
That might get them to Faustite's devotees to listen, if nothing else would.
Not that she hadn't called that something was gonna go wrong. Not that it didn't almost make her feel vindicated, that it was happening. She'd expected Faustite to either be more organized or more subtle about it, though. Like, and entire army of Chaos descending on their heads organized, or else him trying to pull something after he was already purified subtle.
Not that one senshi, Heliodor, coming up to attack Lysithea while Faustite's fire was fizzling out, only for another senshi to come up behind him and attack him.
Honestly, that was kind of embarrassing for them.
Although it was also throwing a wrench in the purifying Faustite thing. There was no way they were gonna be able to do something like that in this kind of situation. Especially since that flower looking girl was saying something about how he still had the youma in him, like they were supposed to be doing something after he purified.
"Get him to space," she said, then looked at the way Encke was flickering like the embers of a campfire. Did they even have time for that?
"Or- something? I'll hold them off."
There was no magic. That would just hurt Faustite, but she stepped between Lysithea and the others, moon staff clutched firmly in both hands.
Action: Throwing his clockhand at Cymophane while he charges at him; summoning his youma to whip its tail at Taenite. ((I only quoted Sun and Guine because they are his targets and he has tunnel vision, but it's also open to everyone in the vicinity of Faustite and the Court))
Yes.
Well–no, no. ********. Typical. Predictable. Leave it to Faustite to find a way to ******** up his own purification.
It didn’t matter if he’d orchestrated it, or if the Negaverse was sabotaging it; he recognized the swarm of Chaos immediately. It was as good of an excuse as any. Maybe he could aim for any of the agents standing around the Court and ‘miss’. Faustite was the weakest link right now, wasn’t he? He was fair game, just like all the others. With all that was going on, maybe they wouldn’t even notice if he threw his clock hand right through his ashen face.
It was a pleasant thought, but Zac had restraint enough to know that Lysithea was right in the middle of all of this, and loathe as he was to admit that he cared for his stupid little brother or Evan, he did.
It wasn’t a secret that he cared for Lysithea, the Negaverse already knew that. And, she was a Princess. She could take care of herself. So, let them think he was just there for her. The less people affiliated with him, the better. He didn’t exactly have a stellar record for making friends.
He wasn’t planning on making any tonight, either.
He didn’t know what magic was being used. Who was teleporting in with what weapons.
He recognized the youma he’d tousled with once before when it manifested just behind the Court. His kidney throbbed in bitter recollection.
If he was going to start anywhere, he could start with him.
He hardly needed a running start before he powered up and tore through the foliage he’d been concealed behind. His weapon felt like an extension of his arm and with all this adrenaline it felt like it weighed nothing–which was great, because he hoisted it up over his head and aimed like a javelin.
Michel was familiar with its unique weight and size, and he’d thrown it around plenty of times before. Aim was easy enough, and if Cymophane was distracted with the Court, maybe he had a brief advantage of surprise. He hurled it with all the strength he could muster as he charged at the youma. He knew what its claws could do; better to dust it now before it had the chance to strike.
Maybe there was still time for the Court to do something about Faustite.
He couldn’t intercept every attack, but Taenite had made the mistake of popping up next to Cymophane and that set him in Michel’s sights, too. As long as that dickhead with a pick didn’t show up and start swinging. He didn’t see him, but then, he hadn’t really spent much time looking.
He didn’t know what fire would do to Fausite, but if he ever regretted not bringing an extinguisher, now was the time. While he focused on Cymophane, he gripped the splintered bone that housed Mont Saint Michel’s resident monster.
It arrived in silence, and the flapping of its wings was overshadowed by the sounds around them. Michel might have been disappointed that it didn’t greet the Senshi with its banshee screech, but it hurtled from the sky just above the Senshi. It was a mass of black and purple, with great bat wings and a fierce, wolfish face. Its claws were sharp, but curled in with at least some small semblance of self preservation. Large and chaotic, it slammed its whiplike tail down at Taenite with its full momentum. It probably would have collided with him completely if it wasn’t at least trying to avoid the vortex of flames he’d just cast.
Neither it nor Michel seemed to hold great regard for their own well being as they charged their targets.
It didn’t matter if there were others stepping in to help–or if there were General Kings on the horizon; they were out for blood. Better the Negaverse spill theirs than the Court.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2023 4:31 pm
Tama, Guardian Cat (Jumping off Albite for a better look at Faustite)
Tama heard Jadarite. And now a teammate was calling for a retreat. She must have a vantage point to see Faustite and knew it had not been done.
How did this go to hell this fast?
For a moment, he wished Faustite had been leading them. But, of course, he couldn’t have been. Not like he was.
And now they had failed him.
“I will not let his blood be on my hands. But I won’t let it be on anyone else’s either. If you need help pulling anyone out, I have one trick up my collar.”
He put a paw on his new collar. He hadn’t tested it yet. But it might help with retreating, especially if he had to drag someone out.
Auras flared to life in the darkness — Chaos, twisted and ugly. Ganymede gave a start, looked to Sessrumnir and Alastor. She didn’t need to speak to them to get her thoughts across. They would know.
An ambush.
It seemed so obvious. When Varuna had told her, Ganymede had suspected. She always suspected. After Plisetskaya, after Jet, after Empyrean, she had nothing left but suspicion and fear. The hope she once carried had been whittled away by time and tragedy; in its place was resignation.
Ganymede turned to begin making her way through the trees, then she felt it.
Vile darkness, a malevolent, crushing weight — the aura of a General Sovereign.
Her heart sank. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Fear gripped her as she remembered the long, unpleasant months in a cell in the Dark Kingdom. Laurelite. Jet. Praxidike. Altamira. Countless others. Their faces swam through her thoughts; their words echoed like whispers on the wind.
The Court. Lysithea. Varuna. All of them — they were all in danger.
“Lucasta, with me,” she said.
Fear left as quickly as it came, replaced by grim determination.
She waited the seconds it took for Lucasta to hop onto her shoulders, long enough to share a somber look with Sessrumnir, to warn Alastor, “That’s a General Sovereign. Don’t waste your breath trying to save them. We take them down now, and that’s one less we have to worry about.”
She took off through the trees, expecting Sessrumnir and Alastor would follow. With Lucasta draped over her shoulders like a shawl, they could still benefit from the aura suppression. They could take them by surprise, ambush the ambush.
Ganymede saw black clothing lined with teal and purple. She saw curly brown hair. Coming up behind him, Ganymede couldn’t see his face, but she knew the scar would be there.
Great silvery wings sprouted from her back. The collared corset and layered train became a gown of pure white. Moments ago, she’d worn ruffled boots; now she sported glass shoes.
She had no aura on approach. Then Lucasta leapt from her shoulders at the same moment Ganymede crashed into Jet, and the strength of a second Princess joined the others on the field.
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Lucasta, Guardian Cat Action: Launching herself at Jet’s head. Maybe he’d like some claws to the face?
Lucasta wasn’t one to shy away from a battle. She laid across Ganymede’s shoulders, putting all of her focus into continuing to dampen their auras on approach, but just before Ganymede made contact, Lucasta vaulted off and went for the head.
They were nice curls. Brown. Well cared for. They smelled faintly of lemongrass. If Jet had been willing to free himself from Chaos, Lucasta might have complimented him for the effort he put into tending to them.
Instead, she wrapped her limbs around his head and tried to blind him, dug her claws in wherever she found bare skin.
Jet was beyond saving.
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Princess Lysithea Hurry? Of course she was going to hurry. If Faustite honestly thought that she wanted to drag her heels for this, he was an idiot. They should have done this before. She should have insisted. Lysithea could have prevented so much of this pain and he could have been home. They could have been working on a new life and he could have been happy long before now.
“Just hang on, Faustite, I love you, we’ll get you through this. Just please hang on.” The others were with her and she began pushing her own power into the court wand, hoping that this would be as easy as it had been to purify Monoceros or the Moon Knight, but.
She hadn’t bargained on being attacked. Hadn’t anticipated the sudden flares of Chaos signatures before she was hit by a wall of scalding water.
Crying out, Lysithea tried to move away, if only to protect the others from the onslaught, though she kept a tight hold to the court wand. They still had to save him.
She…
Her lip quivered as she did realize that this had to have been planned. That Faustite must have had people laying in wait. That he.
Did he even want to be purified? He.
No. He just didn’t want to die, and while that was fair and valid and she could understand it…it felt like a knife between her ribs.
She had no time to react though before more magic was thrown at her, this time it was fire and the heat and the flames were so shocking that she let out a cry of both pain and surprise, her wings moving in an effort to either shield herself or those around her or maybe just move them away from her. Obviously she was the target, and why wouldn’t she be? She had outed herself. She had trusted Faustite and the worst had happened.
“You ******** idiot, Faustite. If you would have told me. Talked to me. I would have let you go. I would have hated it. But I would have let you go. We could have done this up on Lysithea. Brought Albite and I would have let him take you back you obtuse monster!”
The others were still with her, she could feel them and for a moment she was very glad that she hadn’t managed to shake them off or push them away, and her wings stretched out, curling around the three members of her court, and power radiated from the wand, but it was not the power of purification. The Court Wand charged quickly and shot a beam of energy five feet into the air above them. The energy surged like water from a fountain. It domed above them immediately and fell around them like a protective bubble that grew and spread and pushed around them. The magic moved like a building avalanche. Small, pastel glass shards carried on the snow as it rolled away from them and a golden light, identical to a setting sun, created a shimmering display. As the snow billowed around them and expanded in a circular wall towards the growing danger, it took one final form. It began to shift and change, molding into what seemed to be unicorns–a dozen of them, surrounding the Court.
They had only just barely formed when they charged out to meet their enemies.
This magic only affects hostile enemies; it excludes allies and Negaverse Agents who are aiding Order allies or not attacking them (such as Mizuki and Faustite). The Court Magic creates a temporary bubble around the Court, deflecting second stage magic and below and weakening third stage magic. Physical attacks are briefly blocked and enemies cannot appear in their small bubble of protection. A wall of sunset-kissed snow and glass shards is creating a shield around them, and as the magic falls away from them it takes the form of unicorns and lashes out at all hostile targets nearby. Enemies may feel the sensation of being trampled, headbutted, or skewered and they may be pushed back by the force. The unicorns will disappear very shortly after making contact, as their major function is to deter attacks and protect the Court. The magic lasts for 45 seconds and players can choose to take lasting damage or have the effects fade when the duration ends.
Action: Malus and Adria are lending their strength to the Court Wand to do a Court Strike attack on everyone hostile Negaverse character in the area.
Adria’s mind went blank. He saw white–more than just from the glow of the Wand before them. He couldn’t hear anything. He could see people moving. He just couldn’t hear them.
He saw Faustite, still looking so earnest in his desperation. This wasn’t what he wanted. He’d wanted to purify. To be saved. He’d wanted to be out of this–out of the Negaverse.
They were targeting Lysithea. That probably made sense, but his mind wasn’t really processing things like it needed to be. There was too much going on. He was close to feeling at peace, if feeling nothing at all really counted.
Well, no. He felt energy signatures behind him.
He felt–hot water? Maybe. Fire, yeah. It was a little toasty. His skin was burning, his eyes were burning. He didn’t know if that was the fire or the purple haze that had come from–somewhere.
Adria’s face was blank as he kept his eyes fixed on the wand.
He still wanted to help Faustite. He held onto the wand like a lifeline. Or, maybe his muscles had just tensed up so much that he couldn’t have moved even if he wanted to. He saw some magic that he didn’t feel. A Corrupted Senshi, Encke. They did something. It didn’t hurt, so he wasn’t sure if that mattered.
Saving Faustite mattered, though.
Malus thought the same, and as the assault strengthened, he couldn’t even find himself to be surprised or angry or confused.
It happened. Okay. That was the worst part. Hopefully. Maybe they could still save Faustite. Not with all this magic coming down on them; people were yelling on all sides, attacking on all sides. Once the first hit was thrown, he didn’t really expect it to stop.
So they needed to carve out a safe space so they could.
The magic assaulting them hurt. It wasn’t easy to ignore. He was shaken and battered, but he held onto the wand because it felt like that was all they could do.
They’d only used this Court Magic once before, but he wasn’t sure if he was more relieved to have it now or back on Alastor.
If it could buy them some time and clear the field for long enough to help Faustite, that was the only thing that mattered.
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Super Sailor Skoll Action: By Odin, what is going on? Staying near Faustite and Nectaris, so confused, and giving an assist to her allies...?
Skoll sort of stood there for half a second just... staring. A corrupt had appeared out of no where, trying to go after the unicorn knight - who was apparently a princess - and then another corrupt attacked the first. She thought she saw a third pop in behind Lysithea and her group, but couldn't be sure.
Chaos and Order auras erupted around the field, one of the Generals called for his people to stop. A General King poofed into existence Ganymede showed up out of the trees as yet another princess and tackled the man.
That left Encke, herself and Nectaris with the dude they were all here for. Encke was trying to get the Chaos off of Lysithea's court, Nectaris stepped in front of Faustite and... there was an eternal corrupt? Just chilling there. He looked about ready to send off an attack but stopped.
And then a gods damned bubble appeared around Lysithea's court.
This was so above her level now, s**t.
"Well this turned into a right cluster ********. Faustite, I can't believe I'm ******** even saying this, but I'll protect you. With Nectaris," she said, glancing over at the man who was slowly fizzling out.
Then Skoll howled, and granted them an assist.
Effecting: Faustite, Nectaris, Encke, Herself
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”No…” Ida said in response to Kerberos as she frowned at her phone. “I didn’t think Ganymede was going to be there for purification. I thought Encke would bring me for it. Maybe it’s Cosmos? It would explain why she suddenly appeared.”
She’d heard rumors about the strange princess, claiming she appeared when she was needed. She’d seen her, even, at least once. Probably nothing to be worried about, since a princes was needed. Her eyebrows climbed up her forehead, though, when her phone pinged with the message from Encke.
“He says it’s Lysithea. He didn’t know. I didn’t either. That’s startling… but good I suppose? I wonder when that happened.” Ida said, looking up from her phone to squint at the trees below and the people she couldn’t see. Was everything going as planned? It was hard to stand at the sidelines, depending on text messages to tell you what was going on. She didn’t like not being a part of it, but perhaps it was better if she wasn’t. She wasn’t Faustite’s ‘sister’, as Lysithea claimed. She’d never purified anyone, let alone a half-youma. She was sure, now, that she could manage it, but maybe in this instance, it was better to leave that to more experienced people.
That was when the new signatures popped into being, far too close to the cluster to be people passing by. Ida stood, setting Illyria down on the lip of the roof and stroking a hand down her spine. More signatures, and then… a General Sovereign.
“Things are going south.” She said as she looked to Kerberos, her mouth set in determined lines. Not afraid, not angry, but prepared. “I think we better go help.”
Bending down quick, she kissed the top of Illyria’s head. “I’ll message you as soon as the fighting is over, Illy. Then I’ll come back and get you, ok?”
Gathering herself and nodding to Kerberos, she launched herself into the air, making a leap towards the signatures in the park, and breaking into a run as she hit the ground below.
An ambush. Of course. Cybele expected little less.
Last time she'd try to be reasonable with Faustite and talk to him about leaving the Negaverse, he'd listened for long enough to get her to lower her guard, and then she'd ended up chained to a pipe in the basement of the Farnsworth, her eyes glazed over from darkness, feet burned to the bone and left to rot.
He'd pulled more people in this time, hadn't he? Gotten more people to let down their guard. From where she was standing next to Viatrix and Basiluzzo, Cybele scoffed.
What was surprising was the sheer amount of Princesses who were in the area, in what felt like only a few seconds. Ida she'd seen before, but to spot Lysithea with full wings had her blinking. And- Ganymede?
Of course she knew Ganymede was a princess, but she was here? And fighting Jet?
Cybele's care for Faustite's life was minimal, at best. She was here to protect her friends, and of course that meant her sister. The others seemed to be doing all right for themselves, anyway. She saw some kind of burst of magic in the main area.
So, she sprinted to Ganymede.
"Hunter's Deadly Grace," she called, and let the arrows rain down towards Ganymede, and the very determined Lucasta, and herself.
Sunshine Alouette
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Hunter's Deadly Grace Cybele summons a bigger bow with three arrows. The speed boost they provide is slightly more noticeable than Hunter's Grace. She shoots the bow straight up, and the arrows automatically target her and up to two nearby Order aligned beings (including cats). However, if there don't happen to be enough Order aligned beings around, the remaining arrows will randomly fall, and can be easily or even accidentally intercepted by anyone else around, giving them the benefits. The arrows can target Order aligned beings within five feet of where they are fired from, but arrows without targets tend to fall closer to that spot. The effect lasts for 30 seconds. She can use the bow to threaten people, under the same conditions as before. She can use this attack twice per battle.
