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Sailor Saak

Bless that fancy looking white lady for showing back up and just slinging one back out. She wasn't of an elevated a status as Miss Wilting Flower, but she was all in and he could appreciate the assist while he was painstakingly trying to extricate himself from Hidden Ginger, Falling Leave's magic trap with sluggish, unresponsive limbs. Saak let out a whoop to cheer Duhr on, but it was short lived indeed.

Titan was still moving and he had his hammer now. Saak was too close.

For a moment, he felt like laughing. The broad and decorated face of the hammer coming down at him almost in slow motion so he could pick out each convex and concave. Perhaps it was simply time seeming to warp and shift during his last few seconds rather than actually stretching out almost infinitely before speeding up and happening all at once. A sound welled up in Saak's throat.

It died pressed to concrete, deep in his stomach as gore, bone, and metal went flying. A single bubble of air trapped by blood popped around a splintered crown of bone and a hammer edge, then there was nothing.

I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade
On to my own parade cast your dancin' spell my way
I promise to go under it

Rest in Peace, Miles J. Fury. 22.04. 2019

Transcendent Eternal Ida

There was some basic senshi Ida didn't know ordering her about, like she wasn't already doing what she thought was best.

Maybe she didn't really want to exchange blows with Titan, sure, but that didn't negate the fact that there were multiple people dealing with the big man already. Would one more eternal make that much of a difference? Meanwhile, two people were laid out and vulnerable, their lives very much in the balance if no one took the time to help or shield them. Titan could take one swing and neither would be able to fight him off or dodge.

Priorities... there was never enough time, in the midst of battle, to make well-thought-out decisions. No time, either, to second guess yourself, or make snappy comments at a basic who shouldn't have been so deeply involved in the fighting as it was.

Apparently, the only person who appreciated the support was Scholomance. Winds whipped up, but they did little to stop the advance of Titan, his foot falls heavy and deliberate, hammer lifting and falling...

Ida stared wide eyed, feeling herself go cold and hazy. There was a smear where a young man had been now, and a hammer covered in blood. A life, extinguished. Everything seemed wrapped in wool. She couldn't deal with it, not right now. The fight was still going, and now the price had risen drastically. Moving by rote, still on one knee before the fallen pair, Ida lifted her hands and called her bow for a second time, sending another blazing arrow at Titan.

Enough to distract him, maybe, and it was all she could offer the ones staying to fight. Scooping her arm under Scholomance's shoulders, she levered him up as gently as she could. Vaguely, she hoped she wasn't exaserbating injuries, but staying here seemed the greater evil. The page got an arm as well, if she could manage it, and the eternal heaved the two up, struggling to pull all three of them back and away from the worst of the fighting to somewhere relatively safer.

Eternal Encke

Encke wasn't certain what had driven him out so early that morning. A sense of restlessness, maybe. An inability to sleep, perhaps. Thoughts haunting his mind, probably.

He had kissed Richard's head and told his groggy boyfriend that he'd be back soon, before heading out on patrol, figuring that perhaps a quick dusting of a monster would be all he needed to get the jitters out and allow him to curl up, back to sleep.

What he wasn't expecting was the buzzing of his phone.

It took a moment for Encke to summon it, a moment longer for Encke to process what he was hearing.

He might have replayed it for a second time, to be certain.

Two injured.

One dead.

It hadn't been the first time he had heard of deaths on patrol, but it had been the first time in a while he had received a frantic alert at past three am about several injuries and what he assumed was a fellow senshi or knight dead. He was fairly sure a civilian wouldn't have led to such an alarm. He knew he couldn't abandon the call and go home. The very idea of doing that made his stomach churn. Something was causing active harm. Someone. Immense active harm, from the sounds of it. Perhaps this was the reason why he was awake. Some cosmic signal. (More likely just coincidence, but it was easier to swallow that way.)

He powered down for a moment and tapped out a message on his normal cell phone to his Arra.



And with that, he powered back up and bolted.

When he arrived on the scene, the first things that caught his eye were the people he recognized. Scholomance, who looked to be one of the injured, seemingly unconscious. Ida, who was pulling him. There were a couple of other faces that seemed familiar, even if he didn't have a name for them, probably from some other event that plagued Destiny City. There were several faces that didn't seem familiar. Several auras that didn't feel powerful enough against the pulse of the general's aura from in front.

A particularly large and beefy general, holding a hammer with a blood-red stain, that appeared to be standing over a pool of--

Encke didn't have time to process that right now, though a dull ring in his ears reminded him it wasn't the first time, couldn't be the first time, wouldn't be the last time--

With the relative chaos of the scene, he wasn't exactly sure where his best approach would be at this point, but Encke didn't like standing back and watching, either. Not in this situation. Not with the blood that dripped down the --

Encke pointed at the general and murmured out a, "Full Ionization," hoping it wouldn't catch anyone else too severely but also knowing the primary threat and concern at this point was the general, before going to find someone who he might be able to coordinate with.

Strategy had never been his strongest suit, but he was certain they needed teamwork.

Squire Okolnir

He had wanted to tell that knight to stop stealing his lines, but the lack of air to voice the remark was the deciding factor.

Movement happened next as he tried to collect himself. Movement, sound---he gritted his teeth waiting for the pain to subside enough so that he could get his senses back together enough to focus. It came at a moment he wished it hadn't. He was propped and supported by the Eternal senshi who had been trying to plead with the General---the General who had just painted a hammer and a column red with a senshi. His eyes widened.

That could have been him. Only being thrown, despite the world of pain he was in, had been a mercy, really. What really made him sick though, wasn't the fact that he had just watched someone die---it was imagining that same thing happening to his senshi niece. Here one moment, gone the next.

Okolnir reached to grab onto Ida's arm.

"I'm fine---" He wheezed, his voice more strained due to what they had all witnessed as opposed to injuries. "There's far more pressing matters than me." It was not with unkindness that he pulled her arm away from him, but a firmness and belief that she did have better people to spend her efforts on.

Like his up close and personal Knight friend who was a dead weight by the looks of it, and in that moment, the Squire wasn't entirely sure what he should be doing. Ah, shock.

How will this fall- His focus on the mess at his feet, he did not see Ida somehow pull Providence's speed to both attack and pull a body in retreat. The arrow hit home in his broad shoulder, throwing him into the nearerst support wall with a clamour. He didn't need to hear Navi's voice above, through the failing shivers of the half-laid floor above. Titan could feel new auras breaking the bubble of black awareness tha was his own field.

Only so much now. Unless he ate the starseed that started the mess. Crackles and heat winnowed burns out of too-weathered scales. The tumbleweed openings yawned wider. The longcoat was little more than tatters, and the black silk clung close, darker, smoking. More Noise. Noise and tearing, breaking magic joined. The skull epaulet fell as leather gave up. Titan let down the hammer while arrow-numb rang the guard-arm. Scales feathered the concrete floor. Parts of the wall pocked. Steel heated and groaned.

I'm one focus. No leaving while that's true. Fixing that strands me. Surrender? To what, now? Rightful, blood for blood. See it through, then. Live-hand opened palm down and The Rift Swallowed up tithe with hunger, Answered, Spat out youma to his need-summons.

"Feast-" was their command, through all the senshi sound and fury.




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Two youma summoned up, genbu is at ground zero

Athene

Arian was starting up his patrol as Athene later than usual having spent the better part of the afternoon and some of the evening with his cousin - well make that rather more of the evening than he'd planned in part due to a freshly baked chocolate cake and a couple of dvds.

Eventually he had slipped away with a promise to make sure that he wouldn't leave the next catch up so long and had stopped by the apartment briefly albeit long enough to note that both Orah and Liryn were out, although in the case of the latter he thought that he vaguely remembered that the small tabby bobtail mauvian had mentioned something about catching up with their friend Breanna - aka Eleonora.

The patrol had started off relatively quiet once he'd powered up and Athene had been contemplating mayhaps finding somewhere to power down and seeing if he could find somewhere to pick up a hot drink - at least right up to the point when he'd started picking up on the Order auras, because it was unusual for him to be picking up on so many–

And then the distress app started going off.

The accompanying message had made for grim reading and Athene had tapped out a rushed message of his own to Ida and Liryn, even as he started to make his way towards the mentioned construction site as speedily as he could.

He had been far enough away for it to have taken longer than he would have liked, even with Eternal speed on his side, although the cold chill of Negaverse auras and the particularly strong chill of a General's aura suggested that he had at least managed to find the right construction site.

Athene moved closer to the cluster of auras, his breath heavy due to the way that he had forced himself to move at an all out run.

Nastrond

Nastrond really wasn't the best page in the history of Pagehood. She was honestly really bad, mostly due to a lack of accountability. Her general behaviours were to power to scuffle problems, and most problems didn't need a magic disc -- she had tywo perfectlyu damn good fists, and she used them.

Tonight though she felt some sense of responsibilit, and had powered to wander the street a bit and... WQell, do what she loved most: beat people who ticked her off into the pavement. Only she was waytoo sober so going to bars in a magic toga was out and patrol was in. She was about to turn in, too-- no real trouble, quiet, aaaand...

An aura of chaos that should have felt imposing if she had a lick of common sense.

Nastrond, however, lacked sense and the forethought to stay away from bigger opponents. She liked a challenge and soi tje page stroolled to investigate as if there was merely strong words being passed rather than blows, and the page's expression slowly brightened from neutral to cheeryu, cheery excited, excited to manic as she3 approached, lifting her discus as she chirped to basically anyone nearby -- so many sueras, damn.

"Sup, folks." And then she snapoped into an aggressive position, discus at the ready to hurl at Titanvalite's head, the motion followed by the execution-- a single flick of the wrist. Hit or miss, she was SO ready to throw down, based on the almost insane grin on her face.