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Corrupt Eternal Kamacite | Roll 2

Everything felt heavy and breathing was increasingly difficult. Kamacite pressed his free hand over the wound on his arm as it throbbed painfully. He had to pause to try and catch his breath, and thankfully the fog creatures seemed to be disappearing.

At least it seemed as though the General’s friend was alive. The energy that the blond General had lost seemed to be revitalized when they both heard his name being called. So that was one good thing for that night.

And yet, even as he fought off the remaining fog creatures at the General’s side, dread that had nothing to do with the monster washed over Kamacite.

Once everything was over, and once his temporary companion was reunited with Jet, Kamacite would once again be on his own.

He knew this was something he should be used to by now, but it didn’t mean that he looked forward to sitting alone with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. He didn’t even know why the thought of being left behind was upsetting him, since this blond b***h tried killing him. The General was no friend of his, but after surviving their ordeal…

No, it was all an illusion.

Kamacite drew in a breath to steady himself, picked up a large rock he found on the ground, and hurled it at the monster because that was as close as he was going to get to it.

Namielle, Guardian Cat - 5 | 6

Namielle could appreciate the unspoken agreement that several of her companions, and even those around her, seemed to have come to. The time for fear was over, the time for tolerance long gone, and there would be no more running. Whatever sick little game the magic of Destiny City had chosen to play would come to an end and they would tear down each and everything thing that stood in their path.

Chaos or Order, both possessed strength worthy of respect and even though the Mauvian was far from the most powerful, she would ensure that she took her piece as well.

With Shaowei nearby, the pair were able to keep their own perimeter safe and eventually the fog-born beasts began to fall back. The area began to clear and for a time it seemed like they might have won, but even Namielle knew that things were never that simple.

Her ear swivelled at the sound of the senshi as he seemed to stir, a quick glance over her shoulder to confirm that he was moving and then the shriek came, one that she had never truly heard until today. What fog-beasts she had been accustomed to seemed to recede, replaced by a much larger creature; was this what they had fought before?

Her eyes narrowed and in those moments the disgruntled Mauvian shot a single well aimed laser towards one of its many eyes.

Corrupt Basic Diesel of Combustion l 3 R2

The fog creatures weren't so tough. Just persistent. That didn't bother Diesel any. He could be persistent too. And as far as he was concerned, he was looking for a reason to go all in with his magic, something he hadn't had opportunity to do since getting these powers. If this thing wanted a fight, he was gonna freaking give it one.

"You want some?" He demanded in a screech, waving a clenched fist in the creature's direction.

Others from the village were on the scene too. This thing may have been able to take out a handful of them at a time, but they were all on board now. No one was going to hang back and hide when the thing that had been forcing them to seek shelter finally revealed itself. And Diesel was so ready for a blast, it practically vibrated in his bones.

It helped to see a couple familiar faces among the bunch. There was the Neptune squire he'd danced with. There was the model he'd run off into the forest with. The Dark Mirror who'd cheered while they'd 'fought' atop the building. The Order senshi he'd thrown to combat his brother. And- Diesel went still as the round saw edge of a chakram whipped out toward the monster.

Nat.

Yeah, there was this monster out here, and it was trying to kill them (or attack them or something), but Nataniel was here! When Diesel had thought the worst, after that fight.... He ran to Rakovanite's side, flinging an arm out and catching the older boy by the shoulders. "You're not dead!"

Corrupt Eternal Cybele - Roll 2: 9

Ah. There it was.

A grim smile rose to Cybele's face as she saw the creature's protective fog beaten back and its antlers and many-feathered tail came into view. She gritted her teeth against its roar, but that was nothing in the grand scheme of things. It was outnumbered, and at the risk of giving the beast more intelligence than it deserved, she thought she could sense a hint of desperate fear in the way it was acting.

Cybele liked that. It was the creature's turn to be prey.

The others were giving her the cover that she needed to keep her distance, and so she called out her most powerful attack and waited as the ethereal bow formed in her hand, the five arrows on the string. She aimed high, above the head of anyone else, and she released her magical volley straight into the monster's bony face.

[Aimee Lacroix, Civilian || Prompt 2]

Aimee gasped, knocking down one of the fog monsters and watching it fade away. It felt like a moment of relief--a feeling that maybe, just maybe, she could push back against the horror unfolded before her. She couldn't do much. She didn't have magic, like some of the other people here seemed to. She wasn't some great and terrible supernatural being.

But she refused to lay down and suffer.

She bent, and fumble,d and found a rock on the ground.

It was small, and pathetic, and it might not do anything on its own. But it was a yell of defiance, a decision not to just give up.

Aimee hurled it at the monster that emerged from the fog with a furious cry, and hoped.

[Elsa, Dark Mirror Super Senshi || Prompt 2]

Elsa laughed, as the fog shapes fell before his onslaught. Yes, yes, this was it. He loved every second he was in a fight, and it was where he was in his element.

As the foggy figured began to go down and stay down, Elsa whooped excitedly, and he whirled on his heel. He tried to spot Monoceros, but in the foggy chaos, there was no sign of him=--or of Jacques, the civilian Elsa had met earlier, or anyone else he recognized. He inhaled sharply, and hoped they were all okay, but for the moment there were more important things to focus on, like the emerging beast. When it howled, he snarled back, vicious and feral and ready to bite and claw and tear.

He was Elsa of the Wendigo, a beast, and he would destroy the beast before him.

His eyes lit with a burning eagerness, and he took a breath, charging forward, one of a number, and aimed to slam his body into the creature's torso.

Lawrence - Civilian - 5

Yolie and Cherish are not acting in combat capacity unless necissary and will not be rolling.
Fog. Fog beasts for how many yards? Ohh hell no. He was not letting this abominations near his daughter or the poor blonde his daughter's age. He reached, motioning the younger girls behind him and nearer to Alex, and nodded to her to indsicate he trusted the two of them could protect them. She had momentum to build her blows, to fuel strikes he lacked beiung mopre of a noodle, and he? He had an axe, even if iut was a pathetic hand axe. Still they cane, and ?KLawrence channelled the steel resolve he came into becoming La Brea with to begin tearing through the monsters, glad he was armed with a blade and not a flimsy rose. Really -- this was anbsolutely nicer to fight with, unless La Brea's rose could magically tiurn into a deadly wqeapon.

Cherioish caught her father's gesture to step back, and moverd, positing herself between Lawrtence and Alex as she pulled Yolie with her. Although Cherish didn't fight, she did watch, frowning as her father tear into things. Cherish had a hunch he was enjotying it on some level really. He wasn't carrying a rose, or watching for Chaos agents... Just monsters. Horrible awfgul monsters. So Cherish opted to dopdge only, almost dancing as she channelled lessons from Sailor Limosa into avoiding opponents. Admittedly, Yolie earned two arched brows from her. The other blonde seemed to be in a groove.

Yolie allowed Cherish to yank her away because she wasn't armed and she honestly wasn't Dubhe. If she could turn into Dubhe, she'd do so and rip in like she noticed some senshi and such in the fog doing, but she could dodge and make defense easier. Sweeping into the motions of evasion were so much easier. She moved as if she wore her fuku, but the extra eight wasn't there -- she lacked the preternatuiral speed of a senshi but enjoyed a reaction speed that allowed for her to make snappy evasions, ducking and dancing around the fog beings with a grace born of practice. Sure, Mr. Lawrence was armed, but hjew was a civilian -- and Yolie allowed herself to draw some fire from Alex to talk.

"But you're older than me, ma'am!" Yolie protested, ignoring Cherish's suspicious squinting. She was too cute to be sus!....

Yolie weeas sus..

Realta | 1 Roll 2


Dark Mirror energies, surprisingly enough, had become rather familiar to her. After living with Shaowei and Elsa for the last nearly month, the guardian's fur no longer bristled from the off Chaotic energy. Even despite her initial unease. It was... different. But the two Dark Mirror Senshi had become enjoyable to spend time around, something she'd not remotely anticipated.

Corrupt senshi energies, however...

Realta yowled low in the back of her throat, slashing at a fog entity that ambled too close, before she turned her head to stare at the redheaded woman that approached Metis and Athalia. The guardian tensed, her large, lithe form primed to launch herself towards the Negaverse's agent if she twitched in a way the Mauvian didn't approve of.

It was... a surprise then, that the senshi helped them. Pearl eyes blinked, startled and staring at the development. Optimistic? Her brow quirked. Fog figures continued to bumble about though, and Realta hissed, turning her attention back to the fight--and the creature that bellowed, clearly unhappy with the way things were going.

Well, it wasn't alone in that.