[center][color=purple][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[b]The Violet Reaper[/b]
[i]Location: City S, crash site
Interactions: None currently[/i][/color][/center]

Golden eyes peered up at the flurry of fists and attacks upon the alien creature, watching each hit with a judgemental cock of a slender brow. Interesting... the heroes were fighting well, but not quite to her standards. Well, that's what teamwork gets you...

[b]"Reaper? Hello?! Can you hear me?! Don't just rush in there, Reaper!"[/b]

Though the voice cried out in futile desperation on her contact device, the violet haired girl took the device from her belt and threw it carelessly off to the side with a [i]fwoosh[/i], caused mostly by the long piece of fabric that was her skirt that followed after it.

[color=purple]"...How bothersome... I hate orders..."[/color] Niflheim muttered fully to herself, swinging Hell's Mirror forward before her. Her sharp golden eyes locked upon the alien, searching carefully for a weak spot, but with all of the heroes darting around it she could barely see a thing. With another mumble about how she hated others getting in her way, Niflheim turned the blade sideways as she raised it above her head.

[color=purple]"Flame Spike."[/color]

The reflective purple blade swung down and struck the earth, a roaring violet flame charging out and cracking the pavement like a minor earthquake in its wake. It shot towards the crustacean, seeking to race up its side and distract it if not damage it. A heel slid back as the reaper leaned lower, bolting forward after her attack and dodging to the side as her scythe bursts into the same violet flames. [color=purple]"Ignite."[/color] The blade slashed forward at the joints of the alien's legs, a crescent of fire jumping from it to add to the brutal blow. Niflheim leaped back to dodge any repercussions, raising her blank gaze defiantly upwards to see how she had done so far.


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[center][color=orange][h3]Vivilyn Trainer[/h3]
[b]The Pumpkin Witch[/b]
[i]Location: City S, crash site
Interactions: None Currently[/i][/color][/center]

Up above, just below the clouds, another 'hero' stood. One foot before the other as she balanced perfectly upon the stick of her magic broom, Vivilyn watched down upon the battle that was being valiantly fought below. [color=orange]"It just seems like so much work..."[/color] The blonde yawned to her sweeping friend, the broomstick would have sighed if it could. Vivilyn brought herself down to sit upon the broom, holding her chin in the palm of her hand. [color=orange]"Then again... there isn't much else to do..."[/color] The broom gave her a little jostle to show its approval of helping out, but the witch just pouted. [color=orange]"Uch. You're such a goody goody. It's not like I'm all that strong, I wouldn't help that much anyway."[/color] Even the artificially animated object could tell that Vivilyn was only doing this as an excuse to not have to do any work, and so the broomstick bristled in anger.

Vivilyn took another glance at her broom and gave a cheerful laugh. [color=orange]"Oh Jeez! It's hilarious to make you angry! Ehh, I suppose I could help—"[/color] The red eyes caught a tower of flame that went to crash into the creature, an evil smirk tugging at her lips. [color=orange]"Oooh! Fire head is here~ Hey, let's wait a little longer! The party is only getting started now!"[/color]

The broom sagged with hopelessness for its master.