[center][color=purple][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[b]The Violet Reaper[/b]
[i]Location: City S, crash site
Interactions: Trach [@Phobos][/i][/color][/center]

The metallic blade of the scythe slid up with a [i]sching[/i] off of the cement to be placed behind her head, Niflheim closing her golden eyes with a satisfied huff. [color=purple]"Honestly... it wasn't that hard..."[/color] One of the sharp eyes cracked open curiously as she heard a rumbling, watching the glowing crab raise itself from the hands of death. [color=purple]"How rude... and I went through all the trouble to peacefully reap your soul."[/color] Niflheim muttered, knowing it was too quiet for the alien to hear anyway. Of course, how could she be so stupid? They always fight back stronger when their lives are at stake... Well, she'd take it soon enough anyways.

Two steps slowly taken forward, and then suddenly she broke into a run. Niflheim pressed her heels into the alien's outer calf, racing up the side of the creature. [color=purple]"Attack his chest. The gem is most likely still there. If we destroy it he's dead."[/color] Niflheim whispered to herself, aiming her blade at the point where the glowing item had been 'absorbed.'

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[center][color=orange][h3]Vivilyn Trainer[/h3]
[b]The Pumpkin Witch[/b]
[i]Location: City S, crash site
Interactions: Trach [@Phobos][/i][/color][/center]

[color=orange]"Hm? What's that?"[/color] The witch's red eyes widened slightly at the— bubbles? Were they on fire? [color=orange]"Well, that's not good..."[/color] Broomy began to bounce about in terror, trying to snap Vivilyn into action desperately, only more nervous from her calm and almost intrigued tone. The place was going to burst into flames! [color=orange]"Really thought they could handle it... Guess I better do something."[/color] The broomstick seemed to sigh in relief as Vivilyn stood once more on the edge of it, balancing upon it easily. 

Vivilyn gave a cute smile as she threw her hand to the sky with a jolt. [color=orange]"Ready, guys? Pumpkin bomb!"[/color] All around her immediate area, little dashes of orange rolled up quickly and magically into little jackolanterns, each with a maniacal carved grin. She threw her hand forward and the little bombs went flying like a rain of bullets at the bubbles, exploding as soon as they touched one and making the attack null and void, nothing but a burst of orange smoke clouds covering the sky in their place. Vivilyn took out a good amount of the bubbles with her first wave of bombs, rubbing her nails on her shirt with a smug look. [color=orange]"Hehe, not too shabby, eh, Broomy?"[/color] The broomstick felt a comical anime sweat drop form on it.