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Chibi Super Sailor Anser: DMG = 10 + 10 = 20

Unfortunately, Anser's insistence on running all the way up to the monster definitely had its consequences. She ignored her brother's shouting or perhaps didn't hear it as the winds knocked her down and the shockwaves kept her down for a longer period of time than she would have liked. She stared up at the skies above her and let out the tiniest little growl; she wasn't going to let some ******** up wispy godzilla knockoff keep her down.

To herself, she murmured, "Mother Goose!" and popped back up on her feet just like that, ready to go even though she had scrapes and bruises from the way she had slid across the ground.

She ran at the rampaging monster once again because apparently she hadn't learned her lesson the first time and attempted to land another hit while her reflexes had her snappy and better able to pack a proper punch.

She let out a victorious whoop when she was fairly sure she had packed just the right punch.

Corrupt Super Sailor Nembus: DMG = 4

The energy shot her through the heart.

Delilah did her best to avoid powering up. Being a civilian of Destiny City was a joke and a farce, but being a member of the Negaverse was in some way even more. What team? What power? It didn't come without consequence; as Sedna said, the more power they granted her, the deeper their claws would sink. And the deeper their claws sunk, the more reason she would find in her existence in servitude to them and whatever they were doing to this city.

The more frequently she powered up, the deeper those claws would sink.

So it was easier to drift, only powering up when necessary.

She couldn't even miss the energy as a civilian, though, and it compelled her mouth and her hand and she soon found herself stumbling toward the area outside of the city in a garb she both loved and hated, staring up at a monster that seemed to blot out the night sky and the mixture of energies all around it all fighting it at once. Some of those energies felt comforting, others she acknowledged would have been comforting if her life hadn't been stolen from her--

They were united, either way.

And she was there, for some reason. What difference could she even make that others--

Perhaps she could make life harder on the monster. That could be somewhere where she could be of use, right? "ARC BLIND!"

Dark Mirror Super Arnica - (3) + (10) = 13

“Yeah,” he said, and despite everything going on he even smiled when she recognized him. It was a short lived enthusiasm; he managed to throw another rock but when the ground ruptured and the biting wind ripped through the air, he reached out to support Lacerta instinctively, and moved to try and shield her body with his own.

He had the benefit of a uniform that nearly completely covered every inch of him; his hands and face were the only things at risk, and when he had his back to the creature, those things didn’t really matter. He tucked his chin to his chest to try and minimize any damage he took and thought he was safe enough to risk speaking.

“--Are you okay? We have to stop running into each other like this. How long have you been in the Court for?”

Valhalla, Transcended Knight of Jupiter - 4 + 7

It had been a while since Valhalla had seen Benitoite, but he’d heard of the incident where Ganymede and Cybele had been involved. The same incident where his mother found her abilities as a knight.

He braced himself against the shockwave, even as Ganymede stood in front of him, wings and gown blocking most of the debris. But since he stood about a foot taller than her, he could still see what was going on.

“Flirting will get you nowhere, Benitoite,” he said over Ganymede’s shoulder, taking the time to pick out the leaves and sticks that had gotten caught in her feathers and the many layers of her gown. And it was a good thing that Benitoite hadn’t pointed that spear of his at Ganymede, because while Valhalla’s abilities were dwarfed by Ganymede’s magic, he still wouldn’t tolerate her being threatened.

As she suggested, Valhalla reached for the pocket watch by his side, calling his eagle summon to attack the monster. But to also hover above and make sure Benitoite didn’t recall his spear and turn on them instead.

Dark Mirror Super Narcissus
4 + 6

Rakovanite teleported from his side, and Narcissus was left among a sea of others doing their best, but... seeming to achieve very little. The monster appeared unfazed by all manner of attacks, either magical or physical, and Narcissus again felt lost and useless at what he could do here.

If anyone were hurt, he could support them, but he definitely hoped no one was hurt enough to require more than a band-aid.

Other senshi, presumably those whose powersets worked something like his, had taken up arms and began throwing rocks. Maybe that's what he should do? The thought made him a little uncomfortable... It definitely wouldn't be a clean and merciful kill... But when were they ever? He stepped back, looking for one of the projectiles that had already bounced off the creature and lobbed it as hard as he could-

But that didn't seem to do much either. The energy monster stomped, and the resulting shockwave took Narcissus to his knees. Soon after a gust of wind whipped up the dirt all around him, and he nearly choked on a breath.

Empyrean, Page of Jupiter - 2

Empyrean dug his feet in before the shockwave could knock him over, but failed to grab onto his wife before she was sent flying. The tips of his fingers barely brushed her shoulder, then she was gone, sent with the rest of the debris a few yards back.

He got dirt in his eyes trying to look for her, and had to pause to shield his face, blinking through the grit. He swore low, almost too quiet to be heard, eyes watering to flush out the dirt on their own.

Fortunately, Paradise did not land far. The plume of dirt made it difficult to see, but Empyrean found her as soon as she was standing, holding her steady while she got her bearings again.

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking her over. Her dress was stained with dirt and she had a few leaves stuck in her hair, but she didn’t appear to be bleeding.

“We’re both outmatched here,” he cautioned her.

Powerful as he felt in this form, Empyrean was still sensible. This creature was large — much larger than the youma they faced when he first assumed this form — and their magic was inaccessible as pages. They had no suitable weapons with which to take on this monster.

“I don’t suppose the universe would be willing to provide us with a couple of magical fighter jets,” he said.

They certainly weren’t going to have as much success with an anemometer and a ribbon.

Basic Corrupt Diesel
3 + 8

He'd always been proud of his powers and pleased that he could do something in a fight. He was better suited to war even than most lieutenants, who could successfully do absolutely nothing with the "weapons" they'd been given. And here he'd felt no different. Diesel could be one of those who could actually deal damage.

...If the creature was a bit smaller. He'd gotten in close enough range that he was prepared for punch and fire.

But the monster lifted its leg, and Diesel's attack hit nothing. There was a flicker of an instant of fear because he was definitely close enough to get smashed, but another burst of his magic was enough to propel him out of range of being squashed, and the shockwave from the creature's stomp surged him forward, with Diesel tumbling head over heels as he was launched away.

He tasted dirt and blood. He wasn't mangled, but he was stinging all over, and his body viciously protested the close call. The dirt was in his eyes and hair and mouth, and he whipped his head around to try and figure out where he was and what was going on.

But it was a prickle of his hairs at the back of his neck that most alerted him to what was happening now. Energy, almost like lightning tingled in the air as the monster prepared its next attack.