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[b]A Friendly Confrontation[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8j8IMg0Yxg]*[/url]
There was an eerie presence hovering, lingering in the atmosphere in and around the dark haired girl, and surely also those unsuspecting souls she named beloved from time immemorial, yet unknown to their senses. Perhaps this visitant sensation was part of something they were yet unable to grasp or understand and bewildering in every fashion conceivable, a mystery in and by itself, however strangely familiar akin to some long lost past. Olivia was oblivious, clouded by her obsessions in a sphere of obfuscate properties and foundations. Whatever it was, it was strong enough to penetrate and infect its will upon the unsuspecting weak, and strong. 

Olivia’s sky-clad irises vacillated in and out of existence as their shell palpebrated, seemingly exhausted by some sudden release from otherworldly, foul possession. Kim’s verbal choice failed to register with the girl’s comprehension of its context. Had she suddenly, briefly vanished from her own grip of reality? She had no recollection of the few past moments which had dominated, assaulted an essential part of the person she was, someone she aspired and strived not to be. Olivia could not explain it… but somehow she felt [i]him[/i]. Kim’s stare blazed its way through Olivia’s heart and soul, his sudden hate scorching her already sun-ravished, aureate skin. “I…,” she hesitated, dismissing some clumped strings of hair obscuring her vision of the boy. Every ounce of vitality in her body screamed and forced her to conceal her true state of mind. “… Do whatever you want,” Olivia said and turned around, unable to face Kim another second in fear of bursting into whatever dark, alien emotions that had viciously infiltrated her mind just moments ago. 

For the first time in the eternity that measures day and night, Olivia’s spirits displayed the true nature of their own mastery. The triangle of phantoms, the three brothers whom dominated the internal workings of her spiritual sanctuary made their displeasure known to her and the world about. She had never worried to acknowledge their existence or ability to express emotion reminiscent to human passion—a grave mistake. The energetic spirits suddenly emerged from Olivia’s physical presence, grasping and stretching across surfaces nearby, rigid and concrete in their movement and perceivable form. Dazzling sparks covered the dark haired girl’s body, enveloping and expanding and reaching for the atmosphere and the objects therein akin to some bantam, infectious parasite craving a host. Olivia was embarrassed. In contrast to Magdalena, whose mesmerizingly smooth and dark spirits constantly made themselves known, this kind of spectacle was rare in regards to Olivia. As suddenly as the electrifying spirits had appeared, they vanished into Olivia’s sanctuary again with a thunderous sound. 

“We’re not bringing him with us… Kim, that’s an order,” Olivia contradicted herself once more.

[b]Moments of Inspiration[/b]
Olivia heeded the dark, white one’s words intently. The blonde girl seemed distant in her words and affections, troubled by some darkness not of her own doing or mastery. Magdalena appeared to dwell in shadows as if she asserted the absence of light as the chief cause of things which disturbed her being. It seemed as if the warmth of Olivia’s grace was but a yon kindness of which Magdalena was a stranger, albeit she had experienced it countless of times prior. The pale girl trod a lengthy path away from the aureate skinned brunette, one which almost appeared a choice which from light descended further to the depths of some hostile nature. Not even the muses of ancient texts, infinite and wise, could in her inspire strength to reach by mundane means. Olivia soon realized that she had to guide the blonde in her lofty quest to relive pain and suffering, for no creature of ardency would ever look to absolve the chaos which lingered within.

“Wait…,” Olivia uttered after tracing Magdalena’s steps for some brief moment, counting the girl’s every treading. The dark one approached the white one with hasty, but timid movement. Olivia’s lips attempted to mold the shapes accustomed to certain words in speech, but her mind resisted every ounce of vitality that coursed through her veins and into her lips. She was stunned, paralyzed in her own doubt of what to do. Before Olivia’s impulse ultimately conquered her uncanny lack of confidence, before the thought had even begun to form in the abstract workings of her subconscious, she knew that in order to inspire, she had to suffer herself. 

Olivia felt an instant sting of overwhelming, throbbing, burning anguish that rushed through her smooth, voluptuous lips and into the rest of her body akin to some conducting object. She could feel the foundations of her skull and various nerves in her face spasm as she pressed her lips against Magdalena’s pale, yet blazing cheek. The single second that her lips touched the molten girl’s skin felt an eternity, and when she slowly retreated, dual tears of voracious pain rushed down Olivia’s golden cheeks. She had to instantly retract her lips into her mouth to cool them off with saliva; she could only imagine how swollen they would be later on, but she was without regret. Olivia kept her eyes closed and turned away from Magdalena. Nothing more needed to be said. 

[b]The Deep One[/b]
Olivia had barely recovered from the foul, salamander-like creature’s tail swipe before her valorous friends engaged their adversary in bloody combat. Kimberly grappled the monstrosity’s appendage with fearsome intent and strength akin to some heroic figure of olden tales. Aaron assaulted the assailant with fantastical acrobatics and fury suitable only to the spirits of war and ancient steel-clad warriors of Suji, slashing the creature with his ceremonial stylish razors and gusts of hate. Magdalena invited her presence to smoldering heat, of which Olivia had displeasingly tasted earlier, and forcefully traversed the foundations of heroic men to dissect the repulsive Caudata with her fearsome chakram and infest the wounds with conflagrant anger. The scene was marvelous in numerous shapes and forms.

The dark haired girl leapt into the tumbling pond of water where the battle was raging, unable to put her aggressive spirits to work in the soaked environment as they would most likely electrocute everything and everyone to death. Olivia quickly helped Magdalena to locate her weapon and then pulled her close in anticipation of the Caudata’s foul spirits that were about to invade the cramped intersection. And so it came to pass. The creature spewed forth a vile gathering of festering, dark spirits that rushed forward in a cone before the immense physical structure, rapidly filling the bantam space in a smudged mist of alien odor and taste. Olivia could feel her spirits screaming and trembling inside of her, cowering in fear and unable to make an appearance even if they wanted to.

Olivia began to cough violently, spitting out what seemed to mirror some oily substance that the vile spirits of the Caudata had conjured and formed in unison with her saliva and other bodily fluids. As she did so, still standing in the tumbling waters beside Magdalena, her index finger touched a tiny button on the side of her gunblade which initiated its transformation to gun-mode. Olivia proceeded to aim Cerberus at the foul monstrosity and squeeze the trigger, which unleashed the three shells simultaneously with a loud, echoing bang and burrowed dozens of pellets into the creature’s scaly flesh. The Caudata screeched in pain and jerkily floundered in the shallow waters, propelling its disgusting limbs about. It suddenly gathered some manner of force and momentum, launched itself forward and crashed into Olivia and Magdalena. The two girls were instantly squashed by the stupendous creature, pressed against the ledge that marked the pond-like construction they were in, the tumbling waters reaching their waists as they stood in an upright position.

Tiny insect-like xenomorphs crawled and festered in and amongst the scale of the Caudata, touching and rubbing against the two girls as the creature refused to move away from them. The physical pressure was immense and Olivia did everything she could to provide Magdalena and herself with relief by attempted to push the monstrosity aside, but even with their otherworldly Guardian strength, it proved to be a challenging task. “A little help here!” Olivia shouted.

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Olivia aids Magdalena.
Olivia shoots the creature with Cerberus’ gun-mode.
The creature uses its “pestilent breath” spirit ability.
The creature rushes Olivia and Magdalena with a body slam.
Olivia and Magdalena are trapped behind the weight of the creature, which continues to apply pressure.
Olivia calls for help.
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