[Center][B]The Sewers[/B]
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There was nothing much past the flash of grey and the splash of the oily substance invading his insides. Roy had collapsed along the wall, eyes shut tight and head throbbing. There were parts of his body that hurt and others than felt numb and almost useless, bleeding only slightly with nothing that seemed too serious. Everything just hurt quite in the daze of his mind, most of all his head.

Opening his eyes, Roy slid up the grimy surface groaning as he clutched his head. It took more than a few good moments to register what was currently going on around him, much less that they were currently duking it out in the confined corridor against what looked to be an amphibious behemoth. When he'd came to, stumbling over loose bricks and his own two feet, Roy hopped back, almost toppling into the water as he attempted to prepare himself for another attack. He felt his head scream in protest, the imps that usually grumbled, needy and grabby, were silently hanging further back, almost frightened, but mostly cautious. Not only that, but the twinge at his stomach hurled Roy forward as he emptied out the sludge and grime that found its way in. In that moment, things seemed to swirl around him, his friends fought and he stood stock still, clutching his head and his knee to regain composure. Something had done a number on his head, leaving him in his current disoriented state.

Things needed to kicked into overdrive, though, and Roy found himself falling back to get a better vantage point and find a way to aid his team without harming them. His imps would find it 
difficult to do much of anything, if they could do anything at all. Sliding to the wall, still grasping his head, he spotted Kat further back in the ranks, hopefully not too badly injured and attempting to do the same as he.

"Kat," he coughed, unable to race his voice any further, especially in a situation like this. Best not to call too much attention when in a weakened state. So, bending over, Roy snatched the least disgusting pebble in the split second he bent over and threw it Kat's direction before beckoning her over.

The behemoth's tail struck Kat hard and fast, taking her legs out from under her before she even knew what was happening. She collapsed to the filthy concrete in a heap, landing first and foremost on her already injured shoulder. She had taken the time to bandage it after it was grazed by a bullet in their last fight, but even with her guardian healing capabilities it was far from being okay. The impact tore open the small amount of skin that had healed and it began to bleed again. Kat let out a high pitched scream as she hit the ground, followed shortly after by a string of hushed obscenities.

Kat sat upright, gripping her shoulder with one hand while using the other to push herself up. She shuffled a few feet back to a wall and used it to help herself up. Her head was spinning, her shoulder was throbbing, and her entire body was dripping in vile liquid. With a deep breath, Kat commanded the liquid off of her. The disgusting substance was mostly water, so she was able to control it freely. It slid down to the ground, leaving no trace on her person. At least she had fixed one of her issues. A few more moments to allow her brain to stop rattling around her skull and she was thinking straight again. Some might question why getting that gunk off of her was the first thing she thought of, but those people hadn't smelled the stuff.

Before she had an opportunity to scan the battlefield, something light hit her leg. She looked in the direction it came from and saw Roy crouched a bit away, beckoning her over. With some effort, she made her way to him and crouched down. She nodded to him and checked the tagger info on the beast. Even if some people thought Olivia wasn't the best choice for leader, they'd have to admit she was good at using that thing. She frowned at what she saw. She wouldn't be of much use this fight, as the beast was resistant to her abilities. And with her being probably the most reliant on her spirits in the group, that really put her at a disadvantage.

"You stink," she said to Roy. "Got another neat plan? Besides not getting hit by that thing again."

"Yeah?" he frowned, rubbing his arm roughly, "You don't quite smell like roses and lavender yourself, sweetness."

Roy rolled his eyes, watching as his teammates went in one after the other, doing what they did best, albeit a bit more difficult in this confined space. Pulling Kat back, he suggested his plan to here whilst everyone else distracted the giant beast. "We can't really do much in terms of spirits," he frowned as he spoke, "But I think we can prove good distractions while our physically battle oriented friends beat away at the thing. You think we can do that much?" Roy smiled at her then, despite the pain surging down his chest and back, "At least, you know, within the limits our current condition... ah." He rolled his shoulder back, the audible pop making him cringe.

Kat nodded. He was right, of course, all they could really supply was support at this point. She sighed and stood up, still holding her hand against the wound in her shoulder. She wanted to get out of the sewer even more than she had before, now that she was running the risk of her wound getting infected.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

With that she stepped forward, toward the body of water that housed the grotesque creature they were battling. As she stepped down off the concrete ledge, the water solidified beneath her. She froze a path around the beast, allowing her and Roy more space to work with.

She glanced back, nodded once more, and then went to work. Just like the mech they fought earlier, her efforts wouldn’t do much damage. But they could slow the thing down. She slowly froze the water around the base of the monster, while simultaneously chilling the water covering the beast. Within some time, a layer of frost covered its slimy skin, hindering its movement.

It was more than anything he could have summoned up; he was grateful Kat had been near him at the time and even more so that she was a part of the group. Her efforts didn't do much to harm the beast or really much at all, but she was vital in setting up the rest of the team—they both were. So, when she 'd finished her thing, Roy jumped in to do the best he could, providing a good distraction as he dashed around the area. Like Kat, he wasn't able to physically harm the beast as much as the others, but he could provide support in various other ways.

The beast, slow and sluggish, swiped at his pin-pricks, annoyed at the bee making a fuss around him. Roy couldn't quite keep up the charade, however, as the beast and his exhaustion caught up to him. In an instant, Roy was against the wall, spurting up blood and saliva as he was immediately swatted away. In his blinding pain, which to him took more time to recover from than he'd expected, the team collapsed upon the giant xenomorph, delivering the finishing blows as he writhed in the mini-crater his body had made in the wall. Before he could lick his wounds, he looked over at Kat and gave her what he'd thought was a thumbs up and what probably looked like him begging for help.

Kat continued in her attempts to hinder the monster until her more physically able friends took the thing down. She had entered a kind of tunnel-vision like trance, not noticing anything that had gone on around her while she worked. Her mind was elsewhere for the most part, leaving only room for her and the monster. She thought about her shoulder, about Roy's injuries, and about nothing at all at the same time. The sound of the beast falling shook her back to reality. She looked around, taking in everyone's position. Her glance fell back on Roy, who was against the wall and looked pretty rough.

"I thought the plan was to not get hit again," she said, after making her way over to him. "You alright?" She placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled.

"I prefer improvisation to plans," Roy said, giving her a wide smile that soon turned into a grimace, "But, you have a point. It's just internal bleeding and some bruised organs, though; I should be fine with a good night's rest and a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup." Taking her hand, Roy used Kat as leverage to get up, leaning most of his weight onto the wall.

"I'm sure I'll be fine, Kat. We should check on the others, though," he said, clutching his side as he pointed toward his friends, "Make sure everyone's okay and not totally dead."