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Mastar stopped her attack and stepped back after Ceramix made his threats. His goal was simple to the tarry hero. Save Shatterpoint and keep the two of them from getting imprisoned by the police. Now, therein lies the issue. By actively fighting for his comrade's safety and freedom, Ceramix had just put the two of them in a very complex and terrible situation from threatening to kill the thugs that Ceramix had grabbed. How delightfully awful indeed.

Mastar couldn't help but falter at the sight.

Her mentality faded slightly as she felt the tension of the situation increase with every passing moment. It wasn't before long that she could feel blackened sweat trickle down her head. She couldn't do anything to help here, so what was she to do? Certainly something was better than nothing! Maybe just trying to get in there and slowly- [color=fbec5d]"Stop."[/color]

Mastar's voice was changed, back into what was a familiarly cheery voice. It was barely audible, only able to be heard by Mastar (especially since she didn't have any comms devices), but it served one main purpose. It calmed the hero down, talking to herself. [color=fbec5d]"You can't go in. It'll kill the civilians. You need to stay put, don't move. Check yourself for injuries, in case it gets hairy and you need to try and beat Ceramix."[/color]

Glancing down at her arms, Mastar noticed that her entire right arm up to her elbow had vanished. It was used up, and it left nothing behind. Ah, it'd regenerate later. As for the rest of her, Mastar also lost her horns, but everything else was still present on her body. She was still good enough to fight.

The hero raised both of her arms, putting them in front of her cautiously as she went along with the actions of everyone else. She wasn't much good here, so hopefully the others could put their plan into play effectively.

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[color=fff200][i]"What do you mean by that shit, Sparce?"[/i][/color]

[color=00a99d]I mean there's the risk that neither of us can use the damn vial.[/color]

[color=fff200][i]"How? I don't think you got any powers from me. I think you just kind of piggyback off my powers."[/i][/color]

[color=00a99d]Even so, we need to think about this logically.[/color]

[color=fff200][i]"What do you mean 'logically?' You died before you got any powers! You can still get the-"[/i][/color]

[color=00a99d]Farce. Hush.[/color]

[color=fff200][i]"No! Why can't you see! If one of us gets a better power, we can really make something of ourselves! We ca-"[/i][/color]

[color=00a99d]Even if I got the powers that this vial could give me, I'd only be able to use them half the time, and even then that's a stretch![/color]

[color=fff200][i]"Why won't you agree with me?! It can be so damn nice!"[/i][/color]

[color=00a99d]Because you're digging your nails into your forehead![/color]

Pulling her arms down from her face, Farce noticed that a lot had developed during her conversation with her other half. Specifically, a subdued Community goon and a bit more drama appearing. More notable than that, however, was a recently received text message coming from Mantis. Pulling up her phone, Farce messaged Mantis in response to his question.

[color=fff200]< yeah uh i think i need you here. headspace is cloudy >[/color]

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Kyoshi took in the entire scene and began to run towards Ceramix's side, rushing in to try and solve the situation. After about one second of running, the hero completely threw her own concern to the side as she jumped, a stone spike shooting out of the ground behind her in an attempt to propel her forward. Thankfully, that worked to her favor, and Kyoshi found herself flying towards Ceramix.

At the peak of her jump, however, the hero noticed two major things. One, her trajectory was off, and she was flying in front of one of Ceramix's larger arms (the one with two hostages, mind), and two, one of the Wards had intervened with a thunderclap. It was deafening to Kyoshi, but a frame-perfect decision popped into her head as she bared through the pain of the blaring clap.

When she had landed with a heavy stomp, the hero brought her hands both towards the distracting heroes as she manipulated the arm of Ceramix to try and separate it at the wrist, merely trying to take the hand off of the actual arm. The force of the movements that Kyoshi had just performed would hopefully be enough to cause the wrist to give way. If that was successful, the hero would pour all her strength into safely lowering the hand to the ground. Any injuries would have to wait. Whole lives were more important than her legs at this moment.

[color=springgreen]"Someone get the other arm...!"[/color] Kyoshi choked out a few words to the other heroes on the scene, hoping they'd get the idea and give her a hand with the other arm or maybe they could foam up Ceramix? Something had to happen, or things would go sour fast!