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[hr][hr][center][color=a2d9ce]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕖 𝟙   / /   ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕤 [/color][/center][hr][hr]

As planned, the eyepion's tail passed harmlessly over her head. As Callan eagerly thrust the broken blade towards the monster's gut, however, a sudden and rather uncomfortable shift in momentum forced her back the way she came. She finally lost her grip on what was left of her pawnshop purchase. Next thing she knew, she was hovering over the battlefield in a crystal bubble made from the same material as that massive construct that had blown away the green fog. Her question of whether or not this was a good or bad thing-- a protective barrier or a prison-- was answered before she had enough time to decide it didn't matter and begin trying to smash herself free.

Either way, she wanted out. She wanted to kill that thing. Not because she had a stigma to sate or out of revenge for that green fog, which had barely made her sick to begin with. This was a combat assessment after all and she felt like she had yet to prove how useful she could be. She didn't need or ask for help. The pain of her injuries pushed to the forefront of her mind, arguing her resolve. Mild annoyance, which mainly revolved around what she considered to be her own poor performance, faded into silent awe as she watched the crystals at work.

[color=a2d9ce][i]Oh my God....[/i][/color] It was a thorough sweep. The sheer amount of power was intimidating. She winced as every single monster was encased in crystal-- not unlike she and her peers-- and then promptly mashed to bits. [color=a2d9ce][i]Like the Chop Wizard... 'Chop, chop, chop your prep time in half',[/i][/color]  she mused, finding it a bit funny that late night T.V. infomercials were on her mind at a time like this. Anyway, it was more like a... what was that thing called again? The coffin with spikes? Clearly the rush of adrenaline she'd been feeling up until now had ebbed if this was the sort of nonsense her brain was finding appropriate. There were more pressing questions she needed to focus on.

Landing on the ground, she found herself listening a little to closely to every word that was spoken by and to the tall boy with pink hair.

[i]Who the fuck was this guy? [/i]Injured and yet he had just now made that entire fight look as simple as chopping up a few fruits and vegetables-- overexertion be damned. He was wearing what Ethan had been wearing before-- strange, skintight cuffs and some sort of wrap around his torso. An armament? She took note of the two new faces beside him as well-- friends of his, she assumed. Shane, she heard the brown haired boy say. She did her best to commit the name to memory.

And then there was Christmas Halvost. Myla-- the girl she had heard Eric (who she noted was also out cold) call out to when they first arrived-- dragged the unconscious boy from the crowd and laid him out for Shane to... oh. That's right... you had to drink his blood in order to heal yourself. She grimaced and turned away upon catching a glimpse of the small crystal cup. She was glad that she wasn't watching from the front as she noticed Shane's arm move, repeatedly indicating that he was having a whole lot more than a sip. 


[color=f7976a]"Lilianna! Front and center! You're taking all the other injuries and healing through them with this guy's blood!"[/color]

She listened solemnly as the command was given, followed by a voice from their ankle cuffs to signify the end of their assessment. With their combined powers, they were going to heal everyone up.... 'This guy'... his name was Christmas. And he was so short and frail looking-- on top of being so pale. That gash in his leg looked pretty nasty, too. To have a healing power like that without the ability to heal yourself... man, that bites.

Callan glanced down at her own leg. It was bad, but... nothing some stitches couldn't fix, right? She pensively touched the damaged skin on her cheek with her fingertips, hissing softly. Still tender, but the burns would heal on their own with a bit of ointment-- probably. She looked back to Christmas. Hell, the only reason she'd remembered his name was because he was a healer and that made her feel like a guilty piece of shit. She didn't want to have any part in this weird healing ceremony. 

She turned to speak to Lily before addressing the rest of her team. Even if Shane could have over killed everything on the battlefield a hundred times over, she felt like congratulations for a job well done were in order. 

[hider=OOC]tbc in the blue team collab...[/hider]