[@PerseusArchean][@Ace of flames01]

Yuki was not unfamiliar to the sight of gruesome deaths. Her mothers had a habit of showing her both the history of greek adventures and the horrors of Japanese misadvententures. All of which was done up close and personally, with the excellent use of timing and luck, mixed in with lecture. Of course, none of that prepared her for what came next. They had Started their attack by utilizing dustclouds, taking out a few of their people quickly. It was not a good start. 

Luckily, Rhona had not only managed to save one, but she also managed to kill one of the enemy. Though the expression on her face showed a bit of shock at her own actions, she had forced herself to ignore it, and began to lead their little force into battle.

While Yuki was not quite a leader of warrior groups, she did know how to fight, and helping to tip the odds in their favor would raise morale if nothing else. So, following up after Rhona's commanding of the fae, she leapt in front of them, into the dust. That was when she began to dance.

She took a few steps forward, and a traitor attempted to attack. Yuki began her dance, by spinning and ducking to both avoid the attack, and slit the attacker's throat, while not hindering her stride. Her training with a certain goddess of blood had given her the experience needed to expect such attacks from smoke and other sight-impeding forces.

Two others had appeared from the dust to fight her more properly, to which she would meet. They were much more skilled in proper battle, showing that they truly were part of the fae once. Their strikes and attacks were expertly timed with a reasonable amount of force behind them, and their stances showed that they were preparing to parry, dodge, or counter. Still, Yuki's dance was strange to them. Where they fought swift or strong or beastly enemies, she was none of them. She dodged their attacks, and edged on their frustration.

Yuki found her chance when the two attacked simultaneously. She pivoted around the one that charged, and dove over the one what swung. She brought out the one of the blades that she hid in her sleeves, and started her counterattack. She slit the closer one's throat with a spin, and finished her other opponent by embedding the other blade into their chest. As of dancing with a partner, she lowered the dying person to the ground in a ballet-like manner.

She replaced the now-bloodstained blade back into her sleeve, and took her staff in hand. The dust had significantly dispersed at this point, which showed that the others had begun to fight as well.

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[@Cuccoruler]

Claire had been attempting find the portal to Asgard ever since she left her sentinels back in that potential disaster of a battlefield. She looked and looked, but it wasn't there. What had been there was a void that led to (unsurprisingly) nothing.

Claire was getting frustrated. The one time she actually WANTED to meet with on other deity that wasn't a relative or close friend, and the place that she thought they were at was nowhere to be found. What, did the place just all of a sudden get destroyed in some malicious manner?

Claire sighed in frustration. Now she had no heading, and no clue to where Cia would be. She had to tell her about the alien thing, if she didn't already know of their reasons. If they could help find what the aliens were looking for, then they might be able to prevent more loss of life on Earth.