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Seven dropped a small spiral staircase in front of Kat as she got close to the traincar he had set up on top of. It was pretty much the only train car with a good vantage of both battles. Mostly because the rest of them had been destroyed, which was probably only true because it was latched down on the tracks.

It was actually a fairly plush set up with cushioned seats, a cooler of various drinks, and a waiter who seemed very confused to be there. He also didn't seem to be an actual waiter because he didn't take orders and seemed uncomfortable in the tux.

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(For the sake of not godmoding, a roll of 2 or twelve gets the following)

While attempting to set up a nice vantage point in between the two main battlefields Seven misfired his design skill and ended up using destroy. The result of which was another trainwreck. The top half of said train going straight up, and more or less straight back down to crash to a rest.

An arm? Glowing arm? Flying towards the face? W-w-w-what to do?!

Tart had little time to ponder the situation before his leaning caused the barrel to tip forward, planting his face into the dirt of the train yard. Cream Huzzard appeared to hold a desire to destroy Tart's beautiful face, and only missed due to a clumsy mishap.

Jaja emerged to find his host body scurrying between the legs of what would have been a delicious snack. "dud wear r u go'n" he questioned; Tart created adequate space between he and Cream Huzzard before standing [if you could call it standing]: slightly lurched, torso bent backwards, as if in a limbo contest.

"KOOOOOOOOOO..." he warbled again, flapping his arms like a chicken. Jaja was familiar with Tart's idiocy, but Mr. Cream may take such a dance for a taunt.

At least blood would result. Blood is fairly tasty.

Okay, yeah, this thing was... Weird.

Crim` would turn to the clumsy... Guy, and raise a brow. "Who the hell are you?" he'd ask, a bit taken aback by the entrance of this strange being.

"...nice dance." he'd add.

"It's the other 10% I worry about with you." Kat remarked, without sitting. "And given the way this playing field changes, I'd prefer to stand, though thanks for the offer."

She turned to watch Crim's fight. "What is that thing? I didn't see it when I was over there." The playing field definitely was changing too quickly.

Meanwhile, PrettyKitty, having seperated herself from her rescuer, had resumed wandering amongst the battles. Her fight with the scarf had gotten her completely turned around and she'd been lost amongst the trains until she heard the sound of people nearby. Rushing closer in hopes of getting her bearings, she saw the opponents.

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Peering from the dark, she spotted the pink haired one who had rescued her earlier, as well as some vaguely creepy thing he was challenging. It gave her no better sense of direction, but her curiousity as to what the creature was kept her watching.

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A glowing fairy floated in the air, challenging a man on the ground. She quickly recognized them as who she'd been watching earlier, although from a different position, and realized she had come a complete circle from where she'd been. Her rescuer and the demonic scarf gone, she settled in to see what had occurred since she left.

Seven quickly produced two objects: an umbrella and a stick of marshmallows. both of which should be coming in handy fairly shortly. The comet of train shrapnel was in no way aimed for him, or his position, but was aimed at a point close enough that he would feel the side effects.

These effects would most likely consist of shrapnel shrapnel, which was random enough for him to not bother trying anything himself. And of course intense heat. The heat being used for to cook marshmallows.

The umbrella was also a pretty obvious tool- a shield. It was the original that inspired the knock offs that the powers what is let loose upon the public. Only this one was actually useful and effective. And not just against rain.

He kept an eye on Delve and the squishy one for any other developments. And couldn't help himself from saying what was on everyone else's minds.

"Ow"

Delv's eye twitched at the sight unfolding before him. "Super Blur time.."

His eyes flared bright red in that instant. It was either put everything into his next moves or die under tons of metal. The scarf, seeming to have a similar idea, came to life, becoming much larger than before by feeding off of the shadows around it. The shadows them selves seemed to retreat like the tide just before a Tsunami.

The scarf envelopped Delv as he allowed himself to be possessed by the evil demon that lurked in its threads - how it was the Scarf's problem.

The scarf, having taken control of Delv, does a Blur Attack straight into the train car. It's clawed fist impacts the metal, which unwravles into threads. The unwravled mass of the train reweaves it'self into the fabric of the scarf in a dramatic show of twisting lines of darkness flying through the air and around the creature. The creature lands in a crouch on the ground after finally obsorbing all of the attack. Its entire body smokes and hisses with steam. Suddenly it seems to fall appart into ribbons from Delv's body, having depleted its own energy. Delv is left standing - weakened and severely double-sighted from the intense blur. Barely being able to keep his sight stable, he seems a little wobbly, and somewhat comical.

Delv eventually wobbles his way into a light poll. He falls onto his back, out cold and unconcious.