[quote=@Masaki Haruna]
The 7 Mage got their asses man handled by Aria and it is just as clear that they were barely a match for Aria's strength as an S Class. To the point that even if Deriva is half or close to half of Aria's power she's still no match. The sky returns to normal but time is running out.

[b]"Please kill us...."[/b] Enda said. [b]"Our bodies are nothing more than scapegoats to keep you out of the picture, Ms.Aria."[/b] What does he mean? Sora explained. [b]"Yes, it is our fault that the island is in this mess. We haven't paid our debt to that tyrant gay captain."[/b]

Creeper Twin # 1 said. [b]"Hydrologia is the guardian of this island, the only way to beat him is to defeat the Captain."[/b] She said and #2 said. [b]"We're all being controlled by his voodoo magic, the dolls that he carries all the time.... We don't want to hurt you. So please kill us."[/b] All of them were crying and Deriva was already coughing out blood from Aria's attack a while ago. She can't even move properly.

[b]"We're not compatible with the demon particles and it's slowly killing us. This place, is purified air. You need to get it all over the island.... the Captain....he.... know....... orphans.... secrets....."[/b] Deriva passed out.

Bizom and Gogo attacks Aria from behind. Back to the Captain, his attention is divided, he can't control his voodoo dolls while devoting himself to the dragon amulet, controlling Hydrologia.
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Aria Hunterblade

Aria's eyes slowly softened, the glow and rage in them evanescing. Guilt washed over her as she witnessed the crying Craftoraid members as they reluctantly tried to kill her. She looked down, realizing that Deriva's body had slipped off her sword, thick red liquid staining its black blade, dripping off its pointed end. Aria widened her eyes seeing the unconscious witch as she lay motionlessly sprawled across the ground, helpless. She let a strong gust of wind blow away Bizom and Gogo behind her. 

The strength in her hands that were gripping her swords seeped away, causing the blades to fall, but it was requipped to her pocket dimension before hitting the ground. [i]No, no, no, no, not again,[/i] she thought, as a flurry of images flashed across her mind. [i]I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.[/i]

She looked up at the sky, remembering their words. With hand motions, she started redirecting the pure air around the island, and sending the demon particles away, making sure the concentration of etherion was just right for normal mages, while repeatedly apologizing in her mind, sometimes muttering the words.