[center][h1]Bak Tsarevna[/h1][/center]

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Bak self-consciously removed one of her gloves. Direct skin-to-skin contact wasn't exactly something that she did all that often. Certainly not with members off the opposite sex. While the others had walked up and places their hands on Thobias Bak awkwardly scuttled about behind them like a crab on the excuse that there were a lot of them and it was easier for her to reach over someone else than for someone else to reach over her. In actuality she was trying to pick the least feeley spot possible. She knew how her own hands felt when applied to someone else. At least, she knew enough to know that it wasn't pleasant and irt was up to her to spare someone else that unpleasantness. The face was right out, as was the hands, being both the most sensitive parts of the body and much to familiar for comfort. The upper and lower arm were better, but weren't only couples allowed to do that? She didn't want him to get the wrong idea. The neck was for threatening people. She briefly considered the chest or back, it'd be simple work to just, you know, sorta slip her hand inside his shirt annnnnnnnd that thought was swiftly and violently brought to an end before being repressed with enough force to shatter this entire building to its foundations. 

Finally, after all that overthinking, she grabbed the back of his elbow. Quite possible one of the most awkward places to grab someone, but it worked. She felt the world twist but she was ready for it this time, and they were suddenly on the roof under the starry, moonlit shy. It would have been a beautiful sight except for all the demons and fire. 

The demons, however, were quickly falling. Cassius took apart two at once with a beautiful explosion that shot right out of his hands, causing her to squeal in delight and inwardly rue that some people had all the luck when it came to powers. Another split off and dived for some sort of group way on the other side of the building. The last two seemed to be locked in combat by that Alto and...was that King? It was! The point was, all the demons were occupied and Clara was safe and sound. It was good to know that Clara was not fighting with that pervert Alto all alone up here, but that was obviously just because of the larger threat. That was all right. They could destroy him together, later.

Right now she locked on to the one currently tangoing with King. Let Alto deal with his own problems, she would help King and then he would maybe give her the secrets of ray guys and beam cannons like his home-world probably had. Besides, the Vigilantes were their allies. She waited for the demon to dodge away from one of Kings attacked, stepped forward away from the group, and launched a full salvo of missiles at it. As they shrieked through the sky, however, the demon seemed to sense that something was wrong. She glanced back at the missiles flying at her and dismissively waved her hand. A magic circle drew itself in the air between her and the missiles, spewing out a stream of fire. The missiles plunged into the sea of flames and detonated, scattering the fire everywhere. She ducked another of Kings attacks and threw of her arm again. Another image of her dropped out and shot toward Bak, clearing half of the distance in a moment. Bak leveled her artillery guns at the demon, confident that she could knock her out of her charge, but before she could pull the trigger the duplicate through out its arms. Another duplicate fired out of it like a missile all its own, straight at Bak, claw raised and singing as it scythed through the air. 

Bak got her guard up only with only moments to spare, covering her chest with the armored plates on her arms. There was a crunch and a scream of tearing metal and the speed and power behind the claw let it dig in to the armor. Bak felt the impact shake her entire being, and only a moment later felt herself begin to [i]lift[/i]. The demon planted its legs on the ground even before the impact had finished, squaring up and pushing with all the poser and momentum she had built up. Bak felt weightlessness as she was thrown by the force of the blow. She sailed through space like a satellite about to violently reenter the atmosphere, directly at Kath, Thobias, and Christine. If Samoth was looking over he might get a kick out of the fact that it was in fact possible to bullrush Bak Tsarevna.

The demon licked the blood off its broken hand as it admired its efforts.

Meanwhile, the other duplicate had spun off after launching another of itself at Bak and rounded on Cassius, the most obvious of threats that this group had produced thus far. It landed before him, evil fire cracking to life along its arms, and moved at him. Not in a strut, it had paid for that before. No, it moved with the feral grace of a hunting animal ready to dodge any attack and pounce at any opportunity. It was impossible not to compare it to the tiger that Cassius had already fought before, but the pure killing intent oozing out of this predator made that tiger from earlier seem like a kitten. Fire wasn't so efficient against Cassius, so she would have to disembowel him.  

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[center][h1]Naseraph Sana[/h1][/center]

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Naseraph ducked out of the way, pressing himself up against the wall as the demon flew past and tumbled down the stairs. He was lucky to have sensed it, enthralled as he was with the exploits of the Big Three. True they weren't fighting one another and in Kings case it didn't seem as though this demon was even pushing him, but this was still an opportunity to hang back and gather some valuable battle data. At least until his idiotic teammate had thrown one of the things into his hiding place. Hadn't her told the stupid bastards that he had nothing left? Yes it was a lie, but for Gods sake he didn't know that! He could not have thrown the thing in any other direction?

This mental tirade was halted by an evil orange glow that began to fill the stairwell. He hissed through his teeth and dived through the doorway onto the roof, feeling bits of his hair singe off as fire erupted from the doorway behind him. He rolled and came up right near Aram, facing the doorway that had almost roasted him. 

"Nothing today has gone exactly to plan, has it? The universe is against all our plans today." He said scornfully. Now he was stuck on an active battlefield with a dangerously low amount of power. All things considered, he was trying to stay patient and calm but the veneer had cracks. "I need to gather energy. Aram, we need fortifications."