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[h2][color=a2d9ce]Callan[/color] | [color=8A3DFF]Emma[/color] | [color=0095FF]Grant[/color] | [color 33ec06]Marcus[/color] | [color=lightcoral]Lily[/color][/h2]
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[i]Déjà vu.[/i]

Callan once again flew back into the trench, this time leaving a decent crater where she landed. She rolled over to her non-chemically burned side, holding her stomach while she gasped for breath. She scrunched up her face and repeatedly pounded the side of her free fist into the dirt as she waited for the pain to subside. Question answered-- she couldn't control Emma's shadow things. She rolled onto her knees and pressed her hand up against the trench wall for support.

"[color=a2d9ce]Urghh... I don't... I don't think they wanna listen to me,[/color]" she said to Emma with a forced laugh, the slightest note of irritation in her voice.

Emma winced as Callan flew back into the trench. She was thankful that she didn't have to fight in the front lines like her. [color=8A3DFF]"Sorry Callan!"[/color] she called out. Emma had thought that would work, but apparently the tulpas really weren't great at thinking independently. Devotion reappeared next to her. [color=8A3DFF][i]Okay, I just have to copy Cal… that’s all.[/i][/color] She called out to the pair, [color=8A3DFF]”Devotion, attack from the right side, Determination attack from the left. Aim for the eye!”[/color] Emma [i]hoped[/i] that her commands would suffice this time.

Callan pulled herself to her feet and climbed out of the trench-- albeit a bit slower than before. "[color=a2d9ce]Time for a redo,[/color]" she muttered. Truthfully, she was a little frustrated, but she couldn't blame Emma. By comparison, Cal had far less control over her own ability than she did. As she took off, she realized the green fog was suddenly being blown away by a massive crystaline structure near pink team. Reinforcements? Through the dissipating fog, she spotted 'Determination' and 'Devotion' following Emma's orders. Hopefully things would work out better this time around.

Oh, how Grant longed for a nap right now. Nap? No, maybe full on sleep. He was tired, yet the battle was not won. He kept his eyes shut for the time being while his teammates were working on getting rid of the remaining monster. It helped with the dizziness, just a bit. But with every breath he took, the nausea seemed to punch him straight in the gut, and it wasn't nice at all. He wished that it would end, just end already... His eyes opened, and he noticed, the fog was going away. Blowing away, more like. Relief. He took in a big, deep breath and let it out, feeling the fresh air fill his lungs to the brim. Though the fog went away, that feeling of nausea stayed, not as strong, but lingering. Looking down, he noticed the knife that he dropped. Padma's knife. He let out a sigh, shaking his head and picked it up. He regained enough strength to push himself up from the ground at least, but he still leaned against the wall.

While the beetleman let out one final wheeze, Marcus still stood alert, waiting for any sign of movement. It certainly seemed as though his execution had actually worked, and it doubly seemed as though this creature was now nothing more than a corpse. Although the battle wasn't over, it felt like a small victory to him; they'd been able to reduce one of these monsters to pathetic wheezing and gasping, a trait all too often reserved for the human combatants. It was kind of poetic, or karmatically appropriate at least.

He turned to look behind him, not really surprised that Lily was there. As he opened his mouth to say something to her, a sudden shift in the weather drew his attention elsewhere. A great wind swept over the field, dispersing the fog ever so slightly. Marcus took the opportunity to hesitiantly pull his shirt off his face and take a small breath, followed by several large and eager breaths when he realized it was not poison. He had no idea who was responsible for the windmills, but he made a mental note to thank them later.

He turned back around to meet Lily's eyes, his grin less forced and more confident this time around. [color 33ec06]"How're ya feeling, Lily?"[/color] he asked, moving to stand beside her. Off in the distance, he watched Cal climb out of the trench, and Emma summon some...things. Shadows, by the look of it.

Lily swayed on her feet, the front of her shirt held tightly against her nose and mouth. She tried to fight off the overwhelming nausea and dizziness from the fog as she focused now on Marcus' back rather than the beetleman who had let out one last wheeze before completely becoming still. [color=lightcoral][i]How am I suppose to watch his back when I feel like I'm gonna keel over anytime soon?[/i][/color] she thought irritatedly as she continued to fan the fog away with her free hand. The small movement aggravated the dizziness and she slowly sank down to the ground to avoid falling over. [color=lightcoral][i]Are we all just gonna die in this fog?"[/i][/color] she thought, her muddled mind trying to figure out if she could transfer the effects of the poison the way she did her other injuries. Did it work that way? Her eyes sought out the remaining monster that was closest to them. Maybe she could make the eye monster sick enough for her team mates to finish it off. She let go of her shirt. It was useless trying to shield her nose and mouth anyway. She can't escape the poison unless she stopped breathing. [color=lightcoral][i]And besides...if I'm gonna transfer it, it's gotta be potent.[/i][/color] She inhaled deeply, the nausea doubling as she did.

But before she could do anything, she felt a wave of fresh air sweep around her...or at least air that wasn't tainted with poison. She sighed in relief as she felt the nausea and dizziness abating a little. She looked towards Marcus and nodded. [color=lightcoral]"I think so,"[/color] she said as she slowly got to her feet. She still felt nauseous but it was a lot better than it was a couple of seconds ago. She followed his gaze towards Callan and Emma. [color=lightcoral]"We should help them out."[/color]

[color 33ec06]"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing!"[/color] Marcus said, slowly walking over beside her. [color 33ec06]"I don't know how much good a bullet will do against it, but it's always worth a shot. Plus, we've got you if we need...oh yeah, you alright?"[/color] he asked, looking down towards her leg almost reflexively. Some part of his brain outright refused to believe that she should be beside him just casually chatting after that little incident, but that part of his brain hadn't quite caught up yet.

[color=lightcoral]"Of course I am,"[/color] Lily grinned as she looked down at her leg, her mood automatically picking up when she thought of how useful she had become in the battle. She bent and then extended her knee. [color=lightcoral]"Good as new. As if nothing happened,"[/color] she added triumphantly. [color=lightcoral]"Plan B worked really well."[/color] 

Marcus smiled, nodded, and jogged over to the hole, coming to stop slightly behind the pit. With the beetleman executed, he and Lily were free to help with the last remaining beast. He stopped to take aim again, wincing as his shoulder sent electricity sparking through his body. Not the greatest strategist, his current plan was 'shoot the large eye monster in its large eye'. Finess would have to wait until later; this was not a plan that required it.

Lily followed after Marcus, still set on watching his back as she was told to. It was easier now that the nausea had already faded. She stood to his side, not wanting to get in the way of what he was planning to do. She, however, noticed how he winced when he took aim. How best to help in this kind of situation? She couldn't just stand there and do nothing. Figuring that the best way to help him was to take away the injury, the black string reappeared on her wrist with the other end wrapping around Marcus' wrist. Pain blossomed in Lily's shoulder. It was tolerable though. [color=lightcoral]"It should be easier to shoot now."[/color]

The dull thudding that accompanied his aim suddenly stopped with the appearance of a black string on his wrist. He turned to Lily, looking at her just in time to see her shoulder turn red. He appreciated it, especially whith his arms up and aiming, and he hoped his look of gratitude conveyed that. When this was over, he'd probably ask for it back, just so he didn't feel guilty. That was later though, there were important things to be taken care of now.

Same as before, two shots, aimed directly at the thing's giant eyeball. He caught himself holding his breath, but only after he'd fired the shots.

With each painful step of her sprint, Cal could feel her mind clear. It was just her and this one single goal for a moment-- to finally kill this nasty fucker. Twice it had swatted her away now and she wasn't about to let it do that a third time. More likely than not, she assumed it would be anticipating her. She half expected it to be patting its stinger against the dirt like it was a home plate-- waving it in the air expectantly. Well, either way she wasn't about to be intimidated. 

The moment she saw the tail move, she sharply twisted her torso to the side and kicked one leg out in front of her. It was her turn to score a homerun, she thought to herself with a slight smile peeking through the grimace on her face as she slide across the ground-- aggravating her leg and the scorches on her side. She unintentionally growled as she thrust her arm upwards. Corny, unspoken one-liners would be a small comfort compared to the satisfaction of driving what was left of her katana through this thing's gut-- assuming its on-the-fly hockey skills weren't a concern.