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X Hendone, Civ. : Dam 8 + 3

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Hendone didn't know what she was going to do when the fog became a 10 ft tall creature that did not look easy to hit but Hen wasn't giving up. She had been lost in this stupid forest for weeks and she wanted out. If that meant helping to take down this monster then she would try. She growled and jumped at the creature to attempt to kick it. It hurt her foot and she rolled to the side afterwards to avoid being hit in return. She hit the ground hard and laid there for a bit trying to catch her breath.

X Salior Morpheus Dark Mirror Super of Surreality: Dam 5 + 3

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Morpheus smiled when the fog monsters disappeared and the 10 ft monster appeared it looked more of flesh and blood so perhaps his power would work on this creature. It was worth a try so he summoned a handful of soot. He moved into range and then blew the soot at the creature. Then he moved back to allow others to attack as they seemed content to do. Morpheus was not the best physical fighter he really needed practice. Perhaps it would help if he remembered his past. Who knew perhaps he was a martial arts master and he had just forgotten.

Athalia - Senshi of Hercules Beetles
(He has rolled already for this prompt, just a follow-up post for Metis. n_n)

He would have asked where the sudden orders had come from, but given where he was and the chaos that had erupted around him, it appeared that the Eternal had very much taken the lead and made several decisions on his behalf. He would have agreed with them as well, had it not been for the fact that several of the worst of his injuries had miraculously become less inconvenient. They weren't gone by any means, but the screaming throughout his muscles had dissipated to a dull thumb and he did have to wonder how that was even possible.

...He knew what Metis could do and not a single one of her powers had the capacity to heal. Quite frankly, he knew Shaowei couldn't do that either and as for Namielle and Orias, neither of them had come equipped for this little adventure. All things considered he should have been in a much worse state and he had been in a much worse state when he'd slammed to the ground and conceded defeat.

"It still works," he confirmed as he held out his hand, a surge of light rippling through the fingertips before it dissipated again. A testament to how much things had changed for him once he'd finally been properly introduced to his homeworld.

Nevertheless, as Oberon's words did manage to catch his ear he afforded a quick glance towards the creature and then back towards Metis. While he appreciated her attempts to keep him safe and her instructions held merit, it was safe to say that he was angry and what little compassion he may have had for any creature was long gone.

If that thing got out, who was to say it wouldn't just pick another village to destroy and consume; yet another place with another naïve soul to convince it was just misunderstood?

He reached his hand up to his chest and in one unceremonious motion, tore the sashes from around it. Jaw set, he pulled himself to his feet somewhat unsteadily and ripped the belt from around his waist until he had several long pieces of fabric to string together.

"But you will have to forgive my disobedience, Metis," he continued as he began to knot each piece together and finally pulled out something from the depths of his 'pocket'. He'd been remiss in not keeping the thing with him, he hadn't understood the significance of it, and yet now that the younger man had revealed that it held a great deal of power... It seemed fitting to recall it.

That single metal shard that had brought small comfort upon its discovery now held a great deal more importance than he'd given it credit for.

"The shields didn't work the last time," he stated and swept the metal shard into the sash, fashioning it into an angry dart at the tip of the makeshift 'weapon'.

He paused briefly to inspect his handiwork and finally returned his gaze to the creature. Balancing the tope dart in his palm he regarded it with disgust and narrowed his eyes.

"But if this thing can hurt it then it stands to reason that I should return the favour given it has been so generous to me," he growled.

The idealist senshi could beg as much as he wanted but in the grand scheme of things this particular senshi had absolute no intention of letting this beast walk away alive. It had tortured, maimed and terrorised; what it had done was unforgivable and as an aberration it needed to be put down by any means necessary. The 'boy' could make a damn doll out of the last remaining, shattered twigs of the thing for all he cared, but that beast would not be leaving with them.

Chibi Sailor Aomori, Senshi of Zashiki-Warashi | 6 + 8

Aomori together with Hokkaido trailing behind her hurried to the origin of the unnatural phenomenon and general malaise. After being in this bizarre situation for several weeks, she together with Lepus and Hokkaido generally concluded that the source of this could probably be attributed to the monster that dutifully reappears at its convenience. To Aomori, this was rather inconvenient, but she didn't hate that it followed some measure of schedule. Although, that's probably thrown out the window now.

Smelling a beastly encounter, Aomori was long ready to give it a piece of its mind except for the fact that at some point, she was nearly crushed by an overthrown piece of lumber.

"W-woah! Hold it right there! That's not acceptable!" Aomori yelled out of irritation and wildly gesticulating at the uninvited object blocking her path.

For a brief moment, she was bothered that her diminutive stature alone was nearly crushed out of existence. Why Aomori alone? Well, it's generally Hokkaido's nature to trail behind her intrepidly bold twin sister, so it's perhaps more than likely that she'd bear witness to Aomori's demise sooner than seeing the both of them meet their untimely ends. At least, that's what Aomori generally figures, anyway.

Lavendulan - Lieutenant

In another place, or another time, Lavendulan would have inquired how the two knew each other, the short ashen blonde general and Wolframite. But given their current circumstances, it was likely that they were probably held prisoner together. Perhaps it allowed them time to reconnect from a time before he had become a half youma or defected from the Negaverse. Not that it matters, at least not at the moment anyway.

Both men were already ready, Benitoite with his weapon; god how she wished she had one of those..., and Wolframite with his claws coated with venom. However, Laven was unable to switch form quickly enough before the beast's howl ripped through the area.

The fog thinned and when she lifted her head she understood what was about to happen next. "MOVE!" she shouted, or at least she thought she did; with her ears ringing as they were Laven really couldn't make out the words of people around them as they staggered to their feet. And so, she grabbed hold of the General's coat and Wolframite's sleeve and gave both a jarring tug to the side.

"We need to move!" Otherwise, they'd soon be trampled.

Sidouer - Super Senshi of Static

Chibi Super Lepus | 8+9 | Roll 2

Lepus' desire to fight the 'villain' that was keeping them trapped here finally seemed to be granted, as the forest monster itself made its appearance, after she had spent some time fighting the fog minions. It had yet to make an attack, but it certainly looked to be getting ready to, especially with that loud howl it let out, sending a chilly fog through the forest that caused Lepus to wobble just a little, and possibly may have even knocked over some of the less sturdier of the assembled folk here.

But this was it- this was what Lepus had been waiting for, been wanting all this time. It didn't matter that the forest monster was much taller than she, or that she was still just a chibi senshi at sixteen years of age, the fact was that her chance to fight was here! She'd get to beat up the monster like she had wanted to do ever since it had started threatening people. Sure, it would dawn on Lepus much later that maybe she should have looked for the twins, and kept them close and safe, but they could handle themselves, right?

Civilian Safiya | 7+8 | Roll 2

And so the boss monster had shown up, after trying to hold back the waves of its foggy minions. There was no epic boss music, no ominous latin choir, but the chill in the air that the forest monster had brought with it fit well enough, and the shockwave from its howling was enough to nearly knock Safiya off her feet.

So this was it, then. Safiya had been wise until now to avoid drawing its ire, staying in at night and never straying far from the village unless to gather. However, it seemed that in the end, the final boss fight was upon them regardless, seeing as the monster didn't seem particularly keen to let them go without a fight.

Well, Safi wasn't exactly well equipped to fight like some of these strangely dressed folk here were, but something was better than nothing, right?