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Really Sylph? Shame you're so timid and unsure of yourself, though it does make you all the more adorable...

[u][i]Snap out of it.[/i][/u]

Mastar flew back away from the stomping and stumbling of Ceramix before she realized where she was. She was quite close to a few Rocker thugs, three to be exact, approaching her quickly with their pickaxes swinging wildly. Mastar could only once them each over before she had to react to the closest one bringing his pickaxe at her head.

Speaking of the closest one, he had a large scar across his beefy arm. Let's call him Scar.

The one right behind him was a girl, but she was coated in tattoos everywhere below her neck. Tats.

Then there was the last one, a guy with shades that really made him seem like an asshole. Specs.

The pickaxe wielded by Scar sunk directly into the tarry mass that was Mastar's head, simply making a gushing sound before Mastar snickered. Scar wasn't having fun. "Wha? What're you supposed to be?"

[color=firebrick]"Your master, or should I say... MASTAR!"[/color] A tarry mass shot out of Mastar's neck as it completely coated Scar's mouth, Mastar maniacally laughing as the pick in her head simply fell down to the ground with Scar coughing up as much tar as he had ingested. Unfortunately for him, Mastar was in control now, and his pupils dilated to full blacks as he turned to his allies and he simply stared them down. 

[color=firebrick]"Bring the built girl, and leave the Spectacles out of the equation, luv."[/color] Scar did as he was told, grabbing Tats by the neck and tossing her behind him to Mastar, who proceeded to dump a bit more tar from her body into her mouth. Right before Specs realized what was going on, Scar had already ran up to him and beelined his fist towards Specs' jaw, causing him to fall over unconscious.

Mastar addressed her two temporary subordinates with their commands as she morphed to regain her freshly lost hands. Unfortunately, her horns would have to become fodder for her new form, but she'd be okay with that. The pale pigmentation of her hands slowly began to reform as she spoke. [color=firebrick]"Thank you lovelies, the tar should be gone soon. Before it is, though, think you kind sweethearts could launch me onto that hand?"[/color]

Tats and Scar, of course, did not respond, but they did get into a position to catch and throw Mastar towards the hulking mass that was Ceramix's left hand. With a good running start, Mastar ran forward and took a step onto the hands of Scar and Tats, who proceeded to toss her up towards the goliath's hand. If she could make it, she'd be ecstatic! If not, she'd need to ask for some assistance, which wasn't thw worst thing in the world.

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It was time to move. Considering the details of Ceramix's power (or, at least, what she knew about it), Kyoshi knew she was one of the best answers to crippling the large threat that was set in front of her and the rest of the heroes. Of course she couldn't leave this gosh-forsaken city without a good final boss fight. That'd be too easy. She had to give it her all for this city one last time before she could leave.

Still, she was glad to do it.

[color=springgreen]"Here goes."[/color] She moved quickly, running straight to the side of Ceramix's new location (thank you, Outsider, for bringing him a little closer) where she stopped and took a deep breath. Concentrating on nothing but the leg of the mighty Rocker Golem, Kyoshi took a stance and proceeded to stomp before bringing both her arms together. Her intent was to cause the leg to compress, giving it less integrity as less area could support the leg, hopefully causing the leg to crumble and Ceramix to panic. 

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Farce raised her hand to try and keep Whip in the restaurant, but she was already gone before Farce even had a chance to react to keep her there. Well shit, now it's down to just her, considering Healer was busy mingling and whatever. Then again, she was the co-leader, sharing the position with her brother. 

[color=00a99d]Farce, did you feel that?[/color] Sparce inquired, seemingly feeling it himself. Odd.

[i][color=fff200]"Obi-Wan said something about a situation like this, yeah? A disturbance in the force?"[/color][/i] Farce joked as she looked at Benito standing beside Broker. She hadn't been around many triggers before, but she could only assume it was that. [i][color=fff200]"... this is legit. That guy just triggered I think."[/color][/i]

This left Farce thinking as Sparce stayed silent in his head. Neither had much to add, but the idea was pondering Farce's mind.

[i]Could she or Sparce trigger again?[/i]