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Knight Næryofjord of Earth (Titanlåvenite)


The explosion of magic was enough to draw attention, then his title yelled sealed a dash from one side and view to the other- There wasn't time to see if Ida showed. A dash to differing part of the medical complex, enough time to see Chariklo gathering up her wife, the mess of tar and blood, and let the scream sink into his bones.

There's something for everyone, even for the Negaverse that remains human, that is too much to bear. Too much to lose. Even if its the self rather than any other person or object. He had no words of correction for his friend, nor terse orders trying to get her to act any other way in those moments. This was her wife. Næryofjord didn't need to have one himself to understand. He hurried, sending his hammer away to have both arms, then drew body and woman both up to carry them to the inside of the tents. She could struggle if she wished, but he expected Chariklo would just carry Amytis. He would carry Chariklo.

His voice came low to her, gentled bass tones chanted, "They bid her take her place among them, Chariklo. Get her free of here and then finish her work- Your work, Our work, is not done yet. You are not called yet, but you may before the day is done. You will see her again. "

He hated to leave the active battle, finding the mirrors and the lines, but there was no other way to get her back in action with the evacuation. "Take her and some of these waiting away from here, Princess. Please, Chariklo."

Silvery-pink eyes watched Hver's signing carefully. After a moment, she nodded agreement.

"Remarque and I have been able to shift a fair few, the kids have been great about helping each other. But I'll see about loading some of the adults down."

She hesitated a moment, catching sight of Naer carrying his terrible burden as well as Ida arriving. In a soft whisper, she crooked a finger at Hver, pointing to a small crystalline bottle half hidden within the overlay of her fuku.

"She can do it. I can give her enough emotional and mental buffering to make sure of that. But you have to help me get this down her throat. If she fights me, hold her nose, try to keep her from fighting back. Lie if you have to. We can glue her together long enough to get people out. Just don't... don't try to take Avacyn away from her. Chariklo will do what she has to, but we have to be careful not to break her worse."

Looking over her shoulder, she waved, gesturing for Naer and Ida to join them. Cruithne had never wanted to be in charge. Never wanted to fight. But now, two people that she immensely respected had basically told her to woman up, as it were. Looked like it was time for her to do just that.

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She was being moved. For a moment, Chariklo panicked, wondering if this was some new torment courtesy of Bischofite. Except that whoever was moving her wasn't trying to take Avacyn away from her. Through her hoarse sobs, she became dimly aware of a gentle, deep rumble under her ear and tried to focus on it. Recognized Naer's voice, began to register his words. On a deep down level, she found the words almost... comforting.

Everything hurt, the tears couldn't, wouldn't stop. But her friend's plea reached the part of her brain that was still able to think. Did she has the right to send others to Ava's fate if she couldn't pull herself together? The selfish, hurting animal inside said absolutely. The senshi, the princess thought otherwise. She'd already lost her wife and one friend. She didn't want to lose anymore because she couldn't pull togehter enough to finish the job she'd started.

Blearily, she glanced down at Ida, saw Cruithne and Hver getting close. With a soft sigh, she freed one hand and gently touched Naer's chest just about where she thought his heart and starseed might be. Didn't fight when Cruithne tipped a tiny bottle to her lips. She knew about the Cordial and right now, she craved the blunting it would give her raw emotions. After a moment, she forced her body to uncurl and looked up at Naer's face.

"Not allowed to die yet. I'll ******** come and drag your a** through 'f I have to. You'n me. ******** viking wake f'r Ava an' Faust, right?"

Her voice was raw and grating, practically alive with sorrow, her sunset eyes still streamed tears and she did her best to look anywhere but down at Ava's ravaged face. So she focused on the faces of her friends.

"None 'f you're 'llowed to die. Pr'mise, please?"

Only then did she wiggle just enough to carefully slide out of Naer's arms with Ava still clutched in her own. Shuddering, she focused on Hver and reached out a tarry hand to brush against the female knight's face. She knew her duty.

"How many more?" she slurred in exhaustion. HVer would know what she meant. Hver always knew.

Eternal Thraen


" 'Th'best spot t'get us all t'gether. ' " Her own words, long ago about the Moon. Sad reunion, after months and longer drawn to years since whatever fleeting battle last they'd stood back to back in call of Havoc. "You have my mercy, Penthe. We will not see each other again."

The most merciful thing that a family does to one of its own is bear the euthanasia. That my own stars take my others from me. The night is so dark.

"Megrez." Not wild now, but keen as the edge of your knife. How do you force the hand of martial arts focused on hand to hand? You force them to make choices against things they cannot defend all against.

He still had his own combat knife from the table. From when Faust had been on his shoulder before setting it to the table to henshin. Projectiles had different physics, didn't have counter attacks and were harder to dodge combined with if Megrez attacked as well, hopefully didn't get put in the way of it. Press the advantage. Two on one, not all hand to hand. Spine, joints, slow her.

He threw his own knife, aiming for the sash and hip joint.















General Schörl


One down, a bit more to go. The general tore a flap from a tent near to get the canvas lit on the first puddle of tar, then blinked to the next to toss it on like so much kindling.

There were screams here and there, people dying.
Business as usual.

The attack had come suddenly, too suddenly. One minute they had been debating.. Sometimes arguing on the way forward with most mainly leaning towards (or at least from where he stood leaning towards) making a final decisive stand and then the next there were chaos auras... So many chaos auras amongst them.

It was, no pun intended, chaotic with the camp in disarray. Quickly separated from those he had been standing with, Falias had summoned his staff, swinging it about him in an attempt to clear some space as he tried to escape the certain deathtrap of the canteen.

Somehow, luck? Something else? Who knew what, but somehow he managed to get out but not without injury, his left arm bleeding from a stray but lucky cut.

It wasn't serious though, he could still wield his staff and he did so, using it to hit an officer that had been creeping up on a red-haired super senshi.

A nearby ripping sound grabbed his attention and Falias followed it as he did his best to dodge a nearby pool of tar, finding his way to a blonde-haired woman, her aura flaring General strong for a moment puzzled to what she was doing, making the link too late as she tossed the lit torn fabric towards the tar.

"This ends here" he called out as he announced his presence trying to close distance between them.

It was bad enough that the Negaverse was here, bad enough that this battle was a certain deathtrap. But there was also some hope, hope that at least some people could get out. A hope that turned to nil if the camp burned about their ears.

Falias didn't kid himself that he would be one of them. He was off Earth and tied to Falias - even if he wanted to there was no escape for him. But he could hold the line and at least try to stop this General from burning the camp down around them.

I was already prepared to die, even if I didn't know the timing. If it turns out to be today then I'd better make it count.

"********," Leto cursed as Bischofite teleported away from her tiara, which slammed into some unsuspecting random person in the battlefield that screamed out in pain at the attack. Trying to ruffle the black feathers of her wings, she found her back covered in warm, sticky tar. Because of course she was. She spun on a bare heel in an attempt to find Bischofite, only to to have a raven slam into her.

She stumbled slightly, her leg making her clumsy. Distracted with trying to steady herself, the last thing Leto expected was for the Eternal Senshi of Ravens to grab her and raise her into the air. She tried to kick at the other Senshi but before she had the chance, the two of them disappeared. With a blink, they were outside of the tent and Leto was screaming at the blonde that had her in a tight grip. "I'll ******** kill you you psycho b***h," Leto spat at the other girl who she had a very very long-time grudge against.

Pot, meet kettle.

With a swing of the heavy metal that was her leg, Leto kicked Lellouch with every bit of force that she could manage- the one advantage of being much shorter than the other Senshi. Knowing full well that she would be unable to focus enough on her crystal to call her highest attack, Leto shouted "Leto Hidden Ambush!" While she would not be camoflaged against another member of Chaos, she hoped that the shaking ground and raising tall grasses would at least cause Lellouch to lose her footing and release her.

While Leto would have wanted nothing more than to protect her own from a fate similar to Amytis, she had to hope that Chariklo and Cruithne would be safe with the group of Knights and White Moon Senshi that were surrounding her. At any other time, the Princess of Camoflage would have loved to take advantage of the opportune gathering in order to rid the world of the White Moon plague... She had bigger fish (or birds, in this case) to fry.




Anyone within a 15ft radius of Leto outside of the medical tent will feel the ground shake and have tall grasses sprout out of the ground- to Order, she + other Chaos people in the vicinity of her attack will be camoflaged (the level of which is determined by your rank!)~

Eternal Sailor Cyllene answered her summons to appear on the battlefield when the Negaverse swarmed Order's camp. Years ago the Senshi of Acid, while wanting to go above and beyond to please her superiors, would never have been involved in a slaughter of innocent people. But now? Cyllene appeared in the fray where Order and Chaos alike were being struck down, ready to stand her ground.

Lyonesse ran forward, pulling Fang into his arms for a moment once Lellouch let him go.

"Are you alright?" He asked, softly. It was a stupid question - she hadn't had a chance to do any damage - but he worried anyway. He couldn't help but feel that everything after Fang's purification was sort of his fault; if he hadn't run off, if he'd told him what was happening, this might not have happened. "Stick with me, okay? But stay behind me and try to stay safe. Don't do anything stupid."

He really shouldn't be asking Fang to stick with him, never mind telling him not to do anything stupid (because he was about to do sometihng colossally stupid) but burning pools of tar could only mean one thing - Bischofite was here. And he had quite a lot of unfinished business with the General-King.

He ran for the door, searching the camp for Bischofite. He wasn't exactly hard to find - far too close to the med tent for anyone's good.

"Bischofite!" He shouted, in an effort to get his attention. "Why don't you come over here and finish what you started?"

Risking a glance over his shoulder, he noted no presence of the enraged princess - whether someone killed her before she had the chance to pursue or she simply never followed him, he knew not. However, with the din of auric energy swarming the battlefield, he couldn't accurately discern whether she still lingered...

The thick trail of tar left behind him offered enough opportunities for an attack he managed so few times previously. With all the occupants ranging in this battle... Such a move might prove greatly useful. However, those who knew where to look would see the spires coming almost immediately. He hissed through his teeth, searching throughout the battlefield temporarily for someone or some means where he might otherwise darken the environment to maximize his effectiveness. All around him, the tar pools blazed as if giant beacons of light. Why? And as he trod back toward the medical tent, searching for a prime target in augmenting their reality, he spotted one particular senshi he had not seen in too great a time - Thraen.

And in a breath, his visage vanished beyond tall grasses while a veritable jungle erupted onto the scene with a rumbling quake. Initially the display of magic recognized from Leto startled him, as he half-expected the princess to debut at any moment, but...

Lyonesse called out to him, idiotic in his approaches as always, and Bischofite scoffed toward his general existence. "I will, in due time. Watch where you step, False Natron."

And then wondrous opportunity presented itself. Smiling gleefully, Bischofite pushed his tar production to the extent of his natural control, forming a pool of decent size before he bent backward toward the surface. You are my best combo right now, Leto, for your magic will seal the fate of many when they never spot the long stretches of bone that bore into their bodies. He stretched wings outward from his back as forcefully as he could manage, striking them into the tar while he sought to press the majority of his wings into the thick muck of tar. And while he did so, giant bony spires of several feet in height erupted from each of the pools nearby, each deploying in a ripple using Bischofite as the ground zero.

Bischofite himself groaned painfully with the sheer duress wrought by the attack, as the channeling of chaotic energy often caused portions of his body to crack temporarily, but this exertion of so much energy prompted a veritable, agonizing burn across his wings and up his back. The pain sprawled quickly, coating his body in little time, and he loosed a shriek once echoed by many voices, though it shrank to only his own as he expended the last of his tar.

He straightened up quickly once he witnessed the flame snaking across all cloth covering his form, clinging to the tar that he once relished for its sticky properties. Another pained shriek escaped him while he staggered forward, weighing his success of dropping and rolling against seeking further damages. Yet... No one stood visible to him beyond the tall grasses.

And even in dropping to the ground, he soon found that his wings offered great restrictions in the act. With tar acting as the accelerant, he realized the entirety of that attempt was moot.

Instead, he had one option - kill as many as he could before he died himself.






There are now bone spires jutting from each of the tar pools around the battlefield - if you are near one, you may get skewered!