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It was great to see everyone working together for once, and it was even better to see some familiar faces all around. Tsui heard someone shout her name, and the moment she jumped to a safe distance from the bear, she looked to Sailor Persephone and flashed her a proud and confident smile.

"Persephone! Good to see you're still in the game..." Tsui said, her smile bright and her eyes reflecting the genuine joy she felt to see a familiar face. She remembered her training session well with Persephone and it was great to see that she had not lost her fighting spirit. "Just be careful! You don't want to take a hit from that bear!"

Speaking off, it was swinging one of its great claws at Tsui and she attempted to roll out of the way, giving a swipe of her own and only clipping it slightly. Might not have done much, but there was no way Tsui would let a bear defeat her. Tigers trumped bears, always!



Tsui's HP: 40/40
Previous Roll: 14
Target: Bear Youma
Bear Youma: 195/500

Lieutenant Serpentine grunted as he hit the ground. For the third or fourth time since the fight began, he found himself thrown down by the police official who had grabbed him by the arm when he first entered the battle. Almost as soon as he had migrated from the Game Boardwalk, he had been assaulted by an officer who had undoubtedbly spotted the slight limp in his leg. The sprained ankle was doing him no favors in his fight.

The gold-and-green clad man had, much to his embarassment, been struggling with just this one officer for the longest time. Others flitted about, obviously no worse for the wear from their own endeavors. If it hadn't been for that snow-flinging she beast... then he would be so. Yes, he blamed her for his current predicament. Imagining his snake around her slender neck, his fist crashing into her face... that was what gave him the surge of strength he needed to kick the police officer with his good leg. The officer went flying, not a very far distance, but enough for him to wiggle free and get lost in the crowd of bodies.

The Senshi and Knights seemed plenty busy with the Bear Youma... so he drove his fist into the nearest police officer that tried to drag him down. He would not stay out of the fight any longer!

Pompeii ripped the dangling part of her sleave and used it as a bandage as she watched as stronger more skilled order members go after the bear. She knew she should step back and try to help the civilans get out from the line of fire, quite literally since she could hear the cops fireing at the negas, but that damn youma drew blood... it was time for some payback. It didn't even really regesture that she had struck it several times before it clawed her, all Pompeii was focused on was the fact that it did claw her and now she had to make it bleed, one way or another.

She took a step forward to go after the bear but paused when she kicked something, it was a wooden handle from something... likely a broom. With a smile, sorta creepy if anyone actually knoticed, and a yell Pompeii charged the bear. Once she was in close enough she swung with all her diminished strenght... she was tireing faster then she thought, and watched as the broom handle shattered across the bear's back. The bear roared and rounded on her, makeing Pompeii scramble back out of the way.

No.

Cybele didn't want to do this. She didn't want to fight anymore. She couldn't, either, even if she had wanted to. Delusions that she could actually do something, anything, to help anyone had shattered minutes ago. Worse, almost, was that her attempt to finally flee had only taken her face to face with another youma, even if others were taking it on. Another wave of disgust came as she realized she'd allowed herself to be herded here. She could see the sources of the footsteps that had been constantly just behind her. There were others, too. There were police officers doing their best to protect everyone, just like her, and dying for it, just like she should have been.

But she knew staying still meant she would be for real, so she moved towards the huge bear. She'd fought youma before so many times, and won, mostly. She punched the youma, all her desperation and rage focused into a single blow. It did nothing. The thing didn't even turn to her, but it didn't matter. It was enough to use the last bit of her strength, and she stood there, trembling and sobbing and slowly backing away.

Sailor Aquarius wasn't quite sure how she ended up at the Fun House. In fact, it took her a while to realize that she was even in the Fun House. Hadn't she just been in the House of Mirrors? She frowned as she tried to replay the events of the past several minutes or so in her head, which was aching for some reason. She had come to the carnival alone, because the jerk of a law firm that her brother did work for called him in. She had wandered around a bit, wondering what to do. She had decided on the House of Mirrors, since it was quiet and less overwhelming than the hustle and bustle of the main boardwalk for a girl who'd been shutting herself up in her room for months on end. She had felt something strange in there with her, though that could have been her normal paranoia talking. Whatever it was, she had transformed, and then...

And then...

Huh. Aquarius tried, but couldn't remember what had happened after that. The blood coagulating on her arm suggested a fight, but with what? Who had won? How had she gotten here, where there was something that she assumed was even bigger and badder to fight?

And beyond all of that, would she ever be able to go out and enjoy herself without running headlong into a bad situation?

The answer, it seemed, was no. But there was no time for Aquarius to complain about that at the moment, not when there was panic and frenzy and a freaking bear of a youma going crazy. Hating every moment of it, she leaped into the fray, praying that she would be able to make it out of just one more fight. Again.

[Feel free to engage Aquarius if you're so inclined!]

It wasn't difficult to see the expression of concern on Pasiphae's face as she looked him over. His eyebrows knitted together in slight bafflement, glancing down at the stormglass battered and broken, hanging from a chain clasped in his hands. "Don't look so freaked out," he snorted in amusement, swinging the weapon around once more in order to whack at the youma.

"If so many people were at or near the Carnival, I wonder what the ratio of Chaos and Senshi and Knights are compared to normal civilians." It wasn't rocket science to realize that there were a lot more people involved in this war than they might have originally thought. After all, he was finding out about people close to him who were also involved...

Thoughts like that didn't help him sleep very soundly.

"Where've you been stuck until now?" he called to her as he tried staying out of the way of the attacks on the youma, as well as the fighting going on around them. It wasn't exactly casual conversation, but more of him trying to gauge the activity going on at the carnival.

Out of the frying pan, as they say.

Sailor Nyx realized she was part of a crowd when she finally found her way out of the House of Mirrors. Everyone who could was either fleeing the carnival or wearing a police uniform and running the other... oh. Yes, that was definitely a youma signature. Already delayed by the maze, Nyx found herself having to sneak into battle around the line of police. Perching high atop poles thanks to her magically-improved jumping proved the best method - few people looked up. The desperation to help the Order and save citizens, as well as those well-meaning officers, was a welcome distraction from the shame of her encounter with the corrupt guardian cat. The frustraition, however... that was fuel.

The "bear" was still obvious amidst the bullets and weapons and magic - a focal point for most of her white sailor-suited brethren. Likewise, the goal was also clear. Take it out!

From her perch, Sailor Nyx picked an opportune time and struck out at the bear with a flying kick.

Nyx's HP: 40
Attack Range: 1-15
Attack: 7
Previous Rolls: n/a
Bear Youma: 111