[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/6zc773j.jpg[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=silver]π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. πŸ›, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / β„‚π•£π•šπ•žπ•–π•Ÿ ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕑𝕒𝕖 πŸ™ / / ℕ𝕠𝕣π•₯π•™π•–π•£π•Ÿ 𝕆𝕦π•₯π•€π•œπ•šπ•£π•₯𝕀 / / πŸšπŸ™πŸšπŸ›[/color][/center][hr] [center][h1][color=red]β“„[/color][/h1][/center] Lawrence's shot slammed into the eye-leg's main body, distracting it from the attack it was charging. In retaliation, the creature squinted at the blonde boy, pupil dilating to a pinprick as four concentric circles of glowing red light snapped into existence in front of its iris, the perimeters of the circles bleeding outwards into jagged, uneven edges before each circle started spinning in alternating direction. Whatever it was charging was picking up speed in a matter of seconds when one of the dolls tap-danced away from Hazel's punch, which slammed instead into the crook of the eyeleg's knee, sending the creature toppling over again just as the circles hit what seemed to be optimal speed and fired off four slow bursts of pink-hued energy. The roughly basketball-sized missed shots arced up into the air before detonating in small, colorful explosions of rainbow glitter that rained down upon Lawrence, Christmas, Hazel, and Emma in bulk. The glitter stung to the touch and nicked small wounds on all of them--pricks like ant bites and shallow papercuts. Where the glimmering particles touched Hazel's transparent arm, it left moderate gashes instead. Before the glitterbomb residue could waft on the breeze towards the eyeleg, the witch cackled and pulled a transparent orb from the folds of her cumbersome robe. Any glitter that strayed close to the eyeleg was sucked into the sphere. The rest of the glitter wafted slowly towards Sander's and Kusari's general direction, while a small portion glimmered its way across the battlefield, towards the other groups. The vast majority of it, however, remained within the red team's area. Rolling its one eye, the eyeleg squirmed on the floor and flipped onto its front, giant, manicured fingers sprouting from either side of its leg-body--four fingers on each side. The fingers propped the main body up while it bent the heel of its leg towards its head. Effectively looking more like a deranged scorpion now, the creature shuffled slightly forward, putting itself in front of the dolls. The large eye that was now effectively the freakish scorpion's head glowed again, the same pattern of four circles spinning in front of it. This time, however, the circles were blue and far slower to increase in speed. It didn't seem to be aiming anywhere in particular. Clumsily, the witch climbed onto the fingerleg scorpion's back. The three dolls teetered from side to side as chaos ensued, one of them spinning its head rapidly to stare at the source of the gunshot: Lawrence. This was the same doll that had uncannily noticed Hazel's initial attack. It pranced around the large flesh scorpion and eyed Lawrence once it had a clear view, its spinning eyes locking onto him. One of its arms detached to reveal a chain connecting the limb to the main body before it spun around several times, whipping that arm at Lawrence with a loud chatter of its doll mouth. The remaining dolls continued teetering and pirouetting slowly in place behind the scorpion, seemingly oblivious to the recent spate of attacks. Meanwhile, Determination and Devotion had reached the group of five dogs gathered in a pack several meters to the left of the dolls, both shadow puppets following their master's command to simply attack. Determination slammed a fist into the torso of the nearest dog, crushing its upper body and sending it flying a few meters away while Devotion ineffectually slapped a different dog. In response, the four remaining dogs pounced on the two puppets, their tongues piercing through the dolls easily and tearing them to shreds. Determination went down first, its body crumbling to the ground after repeated tongue shots from the dogs rendered it little more than a patchwork of holes. Devotion, still weakly slapping another dog, was torn to pieces next. Both puppets' shredded bodies remained on the ground for a while before dissipating into shadowy wisps and completely disappearing. With a hissing flick of its tongue, one of the dogs led the other three in a charge at Emma. [hr] [hider=OOC Interaction Tags/Notes:] [@Snagglepuss89][@Diggerton][@January][@GreenGoat][@RedDusk][@Piercing Light] As Red and Piercing have not posted a battle engagement post, I will assume they're still near the trucks. Luckily for them, Lawrence, Emma, and Hazel's attacks provided enough of a distraction to prevent me from taking advantage of their absence. The bad-touch glitterbomb causes little nicks and cuts in clothes as well as skin. [/hider] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=silver]π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. πŸ›, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / π•Œπ•Šπ”Έβ„π•€π•ƒβ„• 𝔼𝕒𝕀π•₯ / / β„π• π•€π•‘π•šπ•₯𝕒𝕝 π”Ήπ•¦π•šπ•π••π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ β„‚ / / πŸšπŸ™π•©π•©[/color][/center][hr] The nurse--Margaret--who had attended to Brent's bed neighbor earlier found Brent in the hallway speaking with another subnatural. Flustered and overworked, she had held her tongue in the face of her rising panic at the alarm and the subsequent clarification of exactly who the enemy was. A Precursor turning against them? She could scarcely believe it and her panic finally spilled over into words as she passed by Brent and Sophia in the hallway: [color=f7976a]"All you freaks should just go to hell. All of you [i]and[/i] Dreamcatcher."[/color] As she walked away, haggard and weary, a soldier ran up to the two of them, double-checking coordinates on his phone before handing one sheet of paper each to Sophia and Brent. The sheets listed their names and their rooms (Brent Roless - Suite 330, Building A; Sophia Lemane - Suite 226, Building A) with a small, simple map directing them to the appropriate building. Young and clearly still unmarred by the worst of the prejudices against subnaturals, the new soldier stood awkwardly in front of the two, figuring a few seconds was enough for them to read the gist of the sheets. [color=f7976a]"Please head straight to the marked building on the map once you've finished any remaining business in Hospital Building C,"[/color] he said, the pitch of his voice high and unintimidating. [color=f7976a]"Any extreme deviance from instructions will result in an electric shock from your ankle cuffs and potential death."[/color] The formalities out of the way, he pursed his lips a bit in thought. [color=f7976a]"But I'm sure you guys could head to the dining hall or relax on the grounds without too much issue. Curfew is at 2300 on weekdays, so there's plenty of time to eat. You guys are probably hungry, right?"[/color] With a quick salute, he jogged back the way he had come, something about the general air of the emergency keeping most everyone on a faster pace, even for minor tasks. In contrast, a figure was strolling slowly and calmly through the frantic movements of the hospital staff, tall body wrapped in a set of oversized, gray sweatshirt and sweatpants, the baggy folds of the pants almost obscuring a pair of gray tennis shoes. The large hood obscured most of the person's face, revealing only a bit of mouth and a pale chin below the sloping fabric. Tucked underneath the person's left arm was a sketchbook with the initials K. B. on the cover. The person passed by the jogging soldier, who looked back curiously, but didn't stop, afraid to disobey any direct orders from Commander Kardos. Beyond that, everyone else was too busy and distracted preparing for potential new patients as a result of the emergency to look twice at the figure. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3wKzyIN1yk]Humming a tune to itself,[/url] the gray heap of clothing passed by Brent and Sophia, turning its head to look at them. It flashed them a friendly grin, the thin, chapped lips parting to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth, jagged and protruding in a manner resembling a crocodile. [color=f7976a]"Pleasant evening to the both of you,"[/color] it greeted them, the smooth, oily voice straddling the line between male and female as it raised an emaciated hand and pretended to tip an invisible top hat at the two students. With that, the person continued past them, the slow, steady stride not changing. [hr] [hider=OOC Interaction Tags/Notes:] [@ERode][@VampireOracle] [i]Whistles.[/i] [/hider]