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General Aquamarine
Action: Shouting at everyone.

Another bright, bursting aura.

Ganymede.

Aquamarine almost turned and went to Jet, almost abandoned everything so that he could do as he’d always done. ******** Faustite. ******** Faustite’s useless team. ******** the White Moon. ******** the war. ******** everything.

But Jet’s aura — so familiar, so comforting in its presence and its strength, was a reminder.

Hold, Aquamarine told himself. He tensed and remained where he was, almost motionless.

Jet was a General King. Jet had caught Ganymede before, with Aquamarine’s help, while their hand-picked allies fended off the rest. It hadn’t even been that hard, in retrospect. Two Generals were enough on a Princess. A General King? More than. Let the Princess and her cat flail around ineffectually. Jet would be fine. He had power the White Moon could only dream of.

Aquamarine looked over those around Faustite. A couple of traitors, Sylvite among them. A freckled ginger. A howling girl. Two Squires. A cat that quickly took on a humanoid form.

Then Sessrumnir was there — of course he was — with another Eternal in toe.

Aquamarine’s grip tightened around the hilt of his rapier. He clenched his teeth, but told himself again, Hold.

“We’re not here for you,” he told the cat (Viatrix). He did not, as she said, back the ******** up, but he made no move to stop them from assisting Faustite either.

To Sessrumnir, he replied, “Call your b***h off of Jet and we’ll leave. Unless you’d like us to take her with us again.”

Fury laced his voice, threatened to activate his impulses, make him rash when he should be level headed. An agent with less experience might have let the commotion of battle get the better of them, but Aquamarine had been doing this for long enough that he could compartmentalize. Little escaped his awareness. He knew where his allies were, and had an idea of what most of them were doing. He could gauge how many enemies were on the field. He was aware of the magic originating with Lysithea and her Court, but it didn’t affect him; he would wonder about why later. He knew Faustite was running out of time.

“Kamacite, stop those pieces of s**t from ******** things up even more,” he spat to the Negaverse Senshi nearby, one of the few who actually heeded his order (if not the only one). With his free hand, Aquamarine summoned his communicator.

Then, he raised his voice over the din of battle, “NEGAVERSE, I SAID STAND THE ******** DOWN. I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE ******** MAKES YOU THINK YOU NEED TO ANSWER ONE ******** UP WITH SEVERAL MORE, BUT I SUGGEST YOU GET YOUR ******** ACT TOGETHER AND USE YOUR ******** BRAINS FOR ONCE.”

He kept his gaze locked on Sessrumnir, on the group just beyond, with Faustite, to make sure none of them decided to do the smart thing and try to take out a General while they had the chance.

Into the communicator, he added, “Jadarite, get your a** out of the ******** trees and control your ******** team.”

Corrupt Eternal Alkmene
Action: Joining Aqua's demand to STAND DOWN. b

Alkmene only had so much patience, so much tolerance for waiting when he could be doing something else.

It had frayed the instant Heliodor leapt out of cover.

It snapped leaning around a tree and seeing Fafnir cast more magic at someone trying to protect Faustite so they could do what they ******** came here ******** this," he hissed to himself. They were already more than blown, no point hiding.

So he powered up, and teleported in next to Aquamarine. And yeah, at the planning session, he hadn't exactly been pleased to be called out--but he was getting the impression that Aquamarine was a no-nonsense kind of person, so maybe he could respect that a little bit.

In his hair, briar-thorns grew wild, an outward reflection of his internal seething fury.

"You're the only b***h at this party I respect right now, Blondie," he said, low enough that probably only Aqua could hear, but then, who knew, and if someone else happened to catch it, well. Let them know how fed up he was.

He brought up his communicator.

"If I see one more person in Negaverse colors sling any ******** magic, I'm shutting it down. Listen to Aquamarine. Stand the ******** down. Let the Princess and her people do their ******** job. Are we ******** clear."

Let them be pissed at him later. He was an Eternal. It was damned well within his purview to command.

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Super Taenite
Trying to protect Cymophane from the rabid Saturn Knight (Michel) who thinks he's so edgy with his giant bat creature summon.

Taenite let out a bark of a humorless laugh when the super creepy flying thing descended upon him, and hissed when claws raked over his skin and the snap of its tail knocked him off balance and to the ground. Maybe it was better that it had attacked when it did, because Taenite braced himself to be hit by the strange wave of magic from the Court. Unicorns and sunsets and snow, oh my. It was all so sweetly disgusting, and he could feel the combined power from it, and it was enough to take his breath away.

It seemed like the others around him were coming to their senses, realizing that Faustite might actually need the court, but he was following Albite’s orders. He was in charge of the attack, no matter what he said of particular officers hiding in the trees.

He spit out blood from where he must have bit his lip, and he rolled out of the way of another fierce blow from that bat.

“No wonder why you’re ******** insane,” he spat at the Saturn Knight when he had a chance to catch his breath. “You’re probably infected by rabies, what with this bat for a pet!”

The Knight was still trying to attack Cymophane, and looking like a youma, Taenite doubted he would stop until he dusted him -- not that the Knight knew that was impossible.

Figuring Kamacite wouldn’t be joining them to answer Cymophane’s call, Taenite mustered up what strength he had and teleported close to Cymophane’s grotesque body. Instead of upward this time, the flames spread out in a circle to protect himself and Cymophane, although it wouldn’t hurt anyone that didn’t try to jump through the flames to get to them. He hoped it would give Cymophane long enough to catch his breath and enough of a deterrent to keep the Saturn Knight away.

Lucasta, Guardian Cat
Action: Flying through the air toward the approaching Cybele; shifting into humanoid form to follow Cybele back toward Jet and Ganymede.

Lucasta yowled as she flew through the air, hitting first an ethereal arrow, then nearly crashing straight into Cybele.

She landed on her feet, as cats do, fluffed up and spitting mad. She thought to charge her forehead beam, hit Jet with it, despite the orders being barked by Jet’s arguably-not-better half, but she would risk hitting Ganymede with it.

So she shifted into her humanoid form, and, with the boost of speed granted to her by Cybele’s magic, ran back to the pair tussling on the ground.

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Princess Ganymede
Action: Using her Eternal magic on Jet.

It was a good tackle.

She got Jet on the ground. Ganymede hoped he ate dirt, maybe broke his nose or bashed his head against a rock. Lucasta getting thrown was unfortunate, but not the end of the world.

Getting rolled on was less than pleasant.

Maybe if she hadn’t found herself pressed between Jet and the ground, she could have made better use of Cybele’s magic. Ganymede cursed and flailed, fluttered her trapped wings to try and get enough leverage to throw Jet off, used the strength in her dancer’s legs to try and accomplish the same, but he was taller, broader, and stronger. Heavy, too. Ganymede wheezed beneath him, bashing her feet against him wherever she could reach.

It was messy. It was undignified.

Ganymede didn’t care.

Hands scrambled for his face, manicured nails searching for his eyes.

“Aren’t you pleased to see me?” she snarled at him.

She could hear his blond lapdog yapping nearby, but Ganymede ignored him. Instead, she pushed some of her magic into Jet — the strongest magic that didn’t come from her crystal.

Eternal Sailor Cybele
Using her Eternal magic on Jet

The satisfaction of seeing Ganymede tackle Jet was something that Cybele had not known that she needed in her life until right now, in this moment. He was trying to take advantage of the situation for himself, to roll himself on top as he flung Lucasta away, but from Cybele's perspective, that was fine.

His eyes were on Ganymede. His focus was on Ganymede. His body was literally pressed against Ganymede, restrained by her even as he restrained her in turn.

His back was to Cybele. Hunters did their best work when they walked unseen.

Wordlessly, she summoned her strongest magic to her hands. The focus that her previous magic granted allowed her to hear Aquamatine's threats against Ganymede in the distance, without registering much importance to them. It kept her hands steady as she raised the ethereal bow.

With any luck, it would keep her aim true.



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Knight Nectaris
Talking to the agents nearest Faustite/Lysithea, spotting her not-boyfriend

Nectaris watched magic run its course and magic fizzle out. She watched Kerberos and Encke try to help Faustite move closer to Lysithea, and she kept pace with them, although she stood a few feet away, staff still out in case anyone decided to try anything more.

People were teleporting their friends away, yelling to stand down, and Negaverse officers were coming to protect Faustite alongside her and her friends, which might have been cute if not for some questionable implications.

The little blond agent talking about how this wasn't how things were supposed to got a little scoff noise out of her, and a raised eyebrow.

"So what was supposed to happen? We were gonna save Faustite's life for you and then you were gonna try to murder us?"

'Cause, if she'd interpreted the snippets she'd been hearing from that purple corrupt, that was about the size of it. "Well since that's not happening, how about we save his life for you and then in exchange you leave us alone?"

That seemed like a fair deal.

She just hoped that Faustite didn't die before the Court and Lysithea could get their magic together, 'cause that was looking like a possibility, and she was pretty sure if that happened everyone was really gonna lose their minds.

A flash of blue in the trees made her mind screech to a halt. Fulgurite. He'd said his priorities had little to do with the Negaverse, but here he was anyway, ambushing, boyfriend in tow.

Were they here to try to hurt her friends, too?

Eternal Husband Albite, Corrupt Senshi of Retribution
Action: Crossing the playing field, expending all his ******** magic at once. D o n e.
Location: Isn't this a pretty unicorn wall!! Isn't my sister a lovely princess? Let me congratulate her properly! (In the mix of -- Lysi court I assume?!)

It was all so ******** loud. Albite watched for once, primed, passive, enraged beyond all reason. There were pleas, cries, and shouting. An endless sea of mouths openly begging for order, for pause --- Tama was on his shoulder, and then standing tall before him; every bit of begging for an end in the lovely Mau's voice ratcheted Albites nerves a level higher.

Someone needed to do something -- anything at all --

Hadn't they done enough already, though? ******** it up beyond all belief, and Albite saw no sense in trying to turn a broken key in the melted slag of a lock the mission'd become any further. He didn't blame anyone on his team though. No -- he placed the blame firmly on his precious sister of the stars. Loveliest Lysi and how -- maybe if they'd all had better communication to begin with? This all would've gone very, very, differently. Because Love didn't function unless it was built on a strong foundation of trust and trust required so much more than the narrow bridge between sides that none of them could cross over fully----

Not with any sort of real, true, honesty.

He'd learned that with Nectaris, hadn't he? Couldn't be honest with her as he'd liked, no more than she could be with him, and the blazing gap between those two places was unfillable, uncross-able! Required one to give so much -- but how could anyone give themselves up entirely without first overcoming the fear of what that giving would ultimately mean?!

Love could not function without trust and trust could not exist with Cosmos and Metallia warring in the divide between it. The two things could touch, the colors could run, but when everything that mixed in the middle of it left only muddy grays and no clear lines of dialogue open. When there were two many past and present feelings on either side?

"The party never even needed to happen at all," the clenched words blown out in a breath as he gathered his dreads up into some semblance of a tie with his long pocketed shell filled sash -- Albite brought the tablet pen to his lips and began relaying select words into to his peers -- his aura steadily ramping up and rolling off him in screech-halting ways.

Maybe he should've thought about things more the second he'd heard Lysithea was involved, but who'd known, right? That she was a whole entire *Princess* with a whole entire *Court* of her own --- Everyone they hadn't needed to seek out on the side of order, everyone they hadn't needed for this (to get Faustite back and re-converted in the aftermath) The lengths they'd gone to in the name of seeking help desperately, like the most fool-a**-rats, running themselves bloody-ragged-breathless looking for holes in a barrel swiftly filling with acid.

It could've been different if he would've been smarter. Hindsight n all that bullshit though---

"You two!" the words a bark of an order as he pointed firmly at Fulgurite and Cryolite, beckoned them hard eyes and a pointed finger to stand close enough to the talking plant n crew that they wouldn't be either a hindrance or target in one. He was doing Fuglurite a ******** favor, and he wanted him to know it. Would tell him so later, maybe. If he didn't punch the man first for the way he looked out into the distance for flashes of pink curls n butterfly whirls!!

If he was still alive enough to do any telling at ********' stay your asses right the hell here with Prehnite-- we're not running in after anyone else. N'who knows -- Maybe you n Cryolite can put out whatever fiery bits the Plant-Mans healing-herbs Senshi cant fix, right Fulgs......" the words a blaze of crossed off senshi, pissed beyond all reason, and he did look to Prehnite then -- hated that he had to look at anyone at all -- he knew who was in charge though....

Chaos, chaos was in charge of the field. They had a plan for this though, or at least Planty did, right? Same as he had a healing trick up his sleeve? Some sorta vegetable n herbs garden type team made up of rosemary, garlic, n magical flowers that could manage healing n things ********' call it, Prehnite---we're done here," and it killed him to say the words, but it was killing his husband all the more to wait it out. He couldn't turn out here in the open, and saving him? Saving him. Albite wanted to vomit all over his nice, shiny, eternal boots. Wanted to kick pick-a-violent knight's head in-- he wanted to go back to three months ago, do it all differently, do it all the same, change the plan entirely with time travel on his side.

None of that was happening though. Not now. Not ever.

"Alkmene! You're covering our retreat out of this s**t-fit. Nothing's gonna happen one way or another with all of this going down -- they won't give an inch, we've already taken a damn mile. You can take their ********' legs out from under 'em after---" and Albite wanted to reiterate the very clear difference between 'them' and 'us' - Didn't think he needed to. They'd all seen what Alkmenes magic could do once before n Albite didn't plan to get caught up in it a second time. In fact? What Albite planned, was on taking far more than a mile with him when he left.

He stepped through time - came out on the other side of space - let all the magic loose across the field accost the ******** outta his senses and batter his body. His dreads caught fire at the metal tips, his boots signed with acid. His own magic responded wildly, lashed out at anything nearby, snapped at the courts repelling wall. It wasn't even a thought that unleashed it all; as the lines that made up his form dragged loose and bit out randomly without care of friend or foe -- like some terrible creature driven into a corner and forced to fight. He threw it up, out, wasted it ********. One bout of black and binding teeth, a strike of velvety snakes, endless snaring and dissolving ribbons of images torn up from his form. He put himself right up against the wall of unicorn magic and good/bad times that stood held up by the court between him, and Faustite, and his sister from another celestial mister. He watched it shimmer, felt it's bite, and then threw himself against it all, his aura screaming, his eyes red from the strain of holding back tears.

Albite bled to the bite of unicorns -- then reached out to tear Lysithea loose from them all amidst the shattering remains of magic slowly going down--- he dumped everything else he had into the one -- every binding fiber of his magical being that begged to choke the life out something.

"Lysithea--sister dearest of mine," shouted over the din, the words screamed of dying stars, were filled with rage beyond reason, "With all the love in my heart! <******** you for this. You misleading piece of s**t." the words snarled as he felt something snap, tear, and grab hold -- Lysithea and all her loveliness; her pretty wings, her passionate n flowing unicorn skirts bedazzled n brocaded so beautifully. Something wrenched in his soul as he wrenched to break Lysi in half -- to tear out her wings, bend her arm back until she screeched something other than healing promises and lovely lies.

Faustite wasn't her monster to save, anyways. Wasn't her precious bonded-blood-brother to coddle n cajole into being a better person. To talk into being kept alive. If she'd really loved him? She wouldn't've ever left them at all...not ever...and besides? Faustite was theirs -- Faustite was his -- and even with all the bodies around him, blazing and brazenly trying to protect, to defend! To save!! Bless their good-filled hearts for all that trying!!! Albite couldn't reasonably care anymore. If his flesh burned and they beat him into the ******** dirt afterwards.

He was done, with all of this and he was taking his husband home with him where he belonged......

Passive Enhancement: Radons Echo

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When Albite wills it, he is accompanied by the distant and unnerving sounds of a metal tipped skitter-screech. It sounds like an army of rusty blades being improperly unsheathed, the noise married horrifically to the the steady buildup of icepick insect tipped feet careening along a cliff-side. It can be unnerving and unfamiliar, and create a sense of uncertainty and dread. This effect is particularly prominent when Albite is using the Rugose Pendant. An item which has become part of his routine to wear for how often he uses it.

Eternal Sailor Attack: Praxidikes Exacting Justice! (For Lysi Only)

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All of Albites tattoos appear to tear from his skin, lashing him to his three nearest enemies. They weigh like chains, and can squeeze to the point of bruising. The magic in the tattoos creates the feeling of being choked and beaten by a heavy hand; giving an opponent the sensation of being driven down and short of breath. Albites opponents can still move/fight, but remain bound to Albite until the magic is ended, or the bonds severed. The tattoo tethers are still magical and so can draw no blood. No physical or lasting damage is done, unless the target’s player wishes it. The illusion ends after 25 seconds. In which the bindings vanish along with the sensations.
Range: 15 Feet
Duration: 25 seconds
Number of uses: 1
Number of targets: 3

Basic Bind + Super Sailor Scout Attack A + B: (At the wall of magic, at anyone within range, consider he's just exhaustively dumping magic out as he's walking through. Even if it grabs absolutely nothing at all.)

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Super Sailor Scout Attack B: Lash of Retribution! Albite’s tattoos appear to tear from his form, lightning quick, and lash out at his nearest opponent like mindless rabid animals. The magical bindings crack loudly through the air, creating a startling warning noise, just before they coil and yank across the opponent like an angry living whip.The player feels as though they've received a mild rope burn (pick body part) for up to thirty seconds, though no physical or lasting damage is done; only the very uncomfortable mental sensation of such, unless the target’s player wants to sustain any lasting damage. The whipcrack loud noise prior to the attack striking serves as warning so the attack can be dodged.
Effect: Instantaneous
Range: 6ft
Duration: 30 Seconds
Usage: 3x Times
Targets: 1

Sailor Scout Attack: Binding Retribution!
Albites tattoos appear to come alive, slithering off his arm like ethereal magical ribbons. The tattoo ribbons wrap around an intended opponents body part and tie the two together for a duration of 15 seconds. Leaving neither able to escape the other until the magic is ended, or the weak ribbons are severed. (Ex. Albite's opponent has a weapon/magical attack, and uses it on said ribbons or Albite is interrupted in casting/cancels the magic early.)
Range: 3 Feet
Duration: 15 seconds
Number of uses: 3
Number of targets: 1

Super Sailor Scout Attack: Choking Retribution!
Albites tattoos appear to come alive, slithering off his harm like ethereal magical ribbons. The tattoo ribbons wrap around his intended opponent (pick a body part) and tie the two together for a duration of 20 seconds. The bindings slowly begin to tighten on said opponent, squeezing a bit like a boa constrictor would. Neither is able to escape the other until the magic is ended, or the weak ribbons are severed. He can now use the attack twice in battle, but can still only focus on one target at a time.
Effect: Instantaneous
Range: 6 Feet
Duration: 20 seconds
Number of uses: 2
Number of targets: 1

General Prehnite
Action: Quite Coyote!! No, wait, it's: 1'2'3 All Eyes On Me - Time to wrap it up fam!
Location: Near the tree line planning a retreat call while near Kama, Mizuki, Fulgurite, Cryolite. (whoever else?)

Prehnite caught the ball of bodies that collided into him, swept up Mizuki's sad form even as he reached for Kama's shaking body full of sobs --- Prehnite had heard it all, over coms, through pens, and it was oh so very familiar. He'd stood back from the frey, fingers laced and eyes narrowly taking it all in. Occasionally he reached for his dagger, the hilt in a holster, the other in subspace like a hidden end; held off on pulling anything at all --- Aqua was calling for a stand-down to the stand off of factions who could not decide on an end, but that was a far cry from calling a retreat entirely.

From ending it.

When Albite moved though? Ah, he did indeed look done, didn't he? Prehnite, at least, thought so, and though no one seemed likely to die immediately -- it was maybe best to keep it that way and finally make a call of his own.

"Tama -- darling -- if you could stay close," whispered into the pen for the Mau's humanoid ears, he felt that one's pain in his very soul. All the hard work he'd put into research, and this was the culmination of it all. Such were things in the universe; he'd seen it happen to order, he'd seen it happen to his own. All those best laid plans of mice, men, and senshi -- the way they crumbled down like decrepit towers when left to fester alone and face fate's grand undiscernible designs. "I think we're going to need that extra portal power of yours in just a second."

"Jada, if you and your axe and kindle teammates could scootch in just a bit--" Prehntie beckoned with a wan, tired smile as much as he did his body language, inviting Jada and her team in close enough to go out with a bang -- the less they had to worry about anyone remaining behind? The better. He wished he could've been upset at it all. But? None of this was unfamiliar territory. Once a thing was ********, could it truly be ******** by anyone? Prehnite had yet to meet a divine force capable of such feats--

He did feel a loss for the rest. A longing. Because those who loved Faustite so shouldn'tve had to suffer, even if he couldn't share in that feeling on his own -- for them? Maybe he would find it in himself to weep.

"Kamacite---" he was so, so sorry, careful not to touch lest he harm the injured man more. He did keep Mizuki close though, did clutch at her around her middle while he dared to snatch shredded orange-sunny-kimono fringe. "Kamacite, Mizuki, I'm sorry loves...we're going to have to call an end to this soon." the words offered with all apology in tone, with severity as he looked around and guaged exactly when he should pull the rip-cord on the entire situation. It would be soon, he could feel it in his bones.

In the distance he noted a cacophony -- a herald of sound and light as magic was continually expended and simultaneously faded out again.


Basic Cryolite, Corrupt Senshi of Sublimation]
Action: JOINGING JADA AND THE PLANT MAN WITH FULGURITE?!!
Location: Sup Jada, Pax, Alkmene, the sanest members of the whole crew.

"War--Albite..." Cryolite didn't need to be told twice though, caught a look at his friends eyes and stuttered in his speaking, becasue they hardly looked like the eyes of a friend -- because Albite looked nothing like Waruhiu at all. In the red flash of darkness that got perpetually darker still with various light consuming attacks --- the way he thought the eternals gaze held more lust for bloodshed than longing for lost love ---

Cryolite was on his heels to ******** listen. Oozing cold like a protective barrier even as he dared to grab for where Fulgurite was, just in reach, and pull him over the crest of it all into the foreground. If it was time to go? They weren't getting left behind to be devoured by Order and the like. He wanted to be alive as much as his friends wanted him to be alive. Wanted in his heart to save Faustite, but was far too petrified -- to horrified -- at all that was happening before him to move in and do something, to do anything at all!!

He hoped Prehnite had a good as ******** exit strategy for the basics amongst them who couldn't bamph out at will. Tucked himself close up to where Jada and her Team seemed to linger smartly...

Tama, Guardian Cat
(Staring at Albite with his mouth open.)

Tama looked at Albite as he realized the man was speaking. The Mauvian had stayed right by the senshi’s side this whole time. And, so when he moved, so did he.

But Tama soon realized Albite was going where he could not follow.

“Albite! Stop. What are you — You can’t —”

Yet he could. More than that, he was.Right before his eyes, Albite headed straight for Faustite. As if ignoring the barrier the court imposed, the man just powered right through. Like he was an unstoppable force and this was just one more wall.

Tama had never seen him like this. Never seen Albite so full of… what was it? Foolish determination. Outright disregard for his own bodily well-being. Some potent combination of love and rage.

He saw the unicorns rip at the senshi’s flesh. Tama’s hide would not last even a fraction of that time. And so, he backed up to Prehnite.

But his hands were shaking.



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Princess Lysithea

There was so much going on, and Lysithea couldn’t figure out where to look. People were jumping out of nowhere, and it sounded as though the court magic was doing something...which…good. They deserved it. All of them. If they hadn’t shown up, Fuastite would have been safe by now…but…

She stared as he seemed even more diminished and…were those claws extending from his hands?

…Were they too late?

As the court magic dissipated, Lysithea held up the court wand once more, ready to simply get it over with. To save him before he was beyond saving. If he would accept it she would–

Pain lanced through her arm and Lysithea heard two distinct snaps as Albite came out of absolutely nowhere and attacked her.

…Thankfully it was only her and he didn’t go for the others, but the court wand dropped from her grasp and she cried out in real pain as well as surprise, the tears coming far too readily to her eyes. It was too much. It was all too much. “Ru…or…M-malus, the Wand…we have to do this. We can’t lose Faustite! I can’t lose him!”

Her voice was shrill, but in her still working arm she summoned her crystal, hoping that she could do this quickly. That they could finish this.

Albite’s magic was binding her, but…she couldn’t really notice the pain against the screaming agony of her arm which…had to be broken. Her fingers weren’t moving and oh god it hurt like a b***h. “Please! Hurry!”