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"Youma, huh," Alistsair murmrued, his eyes narrowed. "Can they be killed?" That was his primary concern, right then. If they were indestructible, then yeah, he'd run. Still, he followed Lance's directions and started to move, ducking for a large pillar.



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Caitlyn slipped along next to Mei, taking advantage of her small size to weave through crowds and between people - and when they didn't move fast enough for her, a whack with heavily-reinforced cardboard swords sent them out of her way. Once they made it to the janitor's closet, she ducked in, heart pounding. She flashed Mei's brother a slight half-smile. Oh, he was going to get a surprise.

She slid her swords back into open slots in her 3DMG rig, and then held out a hand. In a sparkling flash, her henshin pen appeared. "Persephone asteroid power, make up!" This wasn't the best place to transform, but she didn't exactly have a choice.

(Rolling for Bazzite!)

Pasiphae was his as far as he was concerned. Bazzite waited until the shield showed signs of dropping. As soon as the damned thing started to fade, the youma let loose a shriek and attempted to tear the Eternal Senshi apart. Titan and Vespa could handle the others, couldn't they? Surely they could - a youma had things to do! People to devour! Starseeds to nestle into stomachs!

The door was starting to give way - the captives weren't allowed to escape!

"You can't leave, Pasiphae! You can't leave me here!" he shouted, face peeling back to reveal rows of sharp teeth and a hungry gullet just waiting for her. Their days of Jolly Burgers and conversations by moonlight were gone forever along with Bazzite's shattered soul. "You must feed us, Pasiphae! You and all your friends! You can't leave here!"

Pasiphae: Roll 1 = 9+2 = 11 done to Bazzite

Door: 2/3 (just keeping a note for those still trying to open it)
Pasiphae: 38/60 (-10 Vespa, -8 Bazzite, -4 Bazzite)

There was no hope of ignoring Bazzite further. He only had eyes, and claws, for the Eternal. She would do her best to oblige. As long as the others had a chance to get out... she would continue to fight. The strike was not as powerful, but it did aggravate the already bleeding wounds. Her knees buckled, but she foreced herself to stand as she spun to face him. The Shame Senshi stared down those rows of teeth and tried, desperately, to harden her heart against the memory of who this monster had once been. Even if destroying him was the only salvation for him now... it did not make it any less painful. Her eyes went downcast as she whispered, "I told you... you can't... have them!"

Given the height of Bazzite's new form, she could not aim very high. She settled for kicking at one of his knees. Getting him on the ground meant he would at least not be able to launch an attack to anyone else.



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Alejandro: Roll 2 = 7, counting that as having dusted the youma!

Alejandro liked cats and dogs and could see absolutely no redeeming factor in the monsters. They were monsters. Big, ugly, stupid, trying-to-eat-us-alive monsters! They were terrorizing people and all he could think about was punching or kicking or bouncing or their heads or whatever else it would take to get rid of them! He had been rolled under a table by the backlash of his previous strike to the beast they currently foght. He shot his companion a weird look but rolled up his sleeve to get back to it. Mr. Penguin had shot off for another hit, and the competitive boy wanted to win! "Yeah... pretty different. Most other pets don't try to eat off your face."

He launched both fists at the creature and was rewarded with a shriek. And then a whole lot of black dust exploded all over him and the nearby man. "Ew, ew, ew, it's all over my gloves and my costume and what if it doesn't come oooooout." The excitement of delivering the finishing blow to the creature was dampened somewhat by the muck that exploded all over him. It wasn't really the being dirty part that he disliked. He wasn't that finnicky. But his Mama had hand-made this costume and now what if it was ruined?! "Ugh, I hate these things. They're sacks of ink diaherrea!"

Alejandro: 40/40
Youma: Dusted!

"Alistair!" The other man's name had barely left his mouth before he too was tackled too the floor. "God damn it..." He grunted as he tried to push himself back up. "Next time Cait invites us to a con. We're not going. Got it?" The blonde growled as as the thing on top of him wriggled, pulling a chunk of his hair earning a aggravated hiss from Lance.

Lance blinked. ...Which one of them had taken self defense again? Another jerk of his hair had Lance hissing and cursing again. "God damn it. I'll kill her for this." He hissed as he wrenched his hair free.

"I don't care. She's in trouble." Lance said as rolled on to his shoulders and pushed himself up. The youma made a weird noise before launching itself back at Lance only for the blonde to duck outta the way, his martial arts training beginning to kick in.. "Just peachy. Yourself?"

"...Remind me not to piss you off." Lance mumbled as he blinked at the smaller form that was dragging him down the hall. Apparently the 'Great things come in small packages' thing rung true with Alistair.

Lance made a strangled noise as they ducked down the side. "You're sure about that?" He asked, thought it was slightly teasing. "Anyone ever tell you that you have one hell of a grip?" The blonde leaned against the wall as well and clapped a hand on Ali's shoulder. "Seriously... are you okay?"