[h2]Konpaku Youmu[/h2]

It wasn't as if Youmu hadn't noticed the strange shift in color, the greyscale, and the way that damage being dealt by the aliens suddenly seemed to be producing blue flame rather then wounds. Those were all immediately registered to the silvery-haired girl. But there wasn't any time to focus on such a thing. After all, there were still monsters moving around. Some of them were still alive. This was something she couldn't allow.

Rocketing off of the ground, she met some sort of flying creature and dragged Roukanken's edge through its body, severing it completely in half before it could even respond! A hail of gunfire tore through the air towards her, but Youmu couldn't allow herself to be struck. Not when she had to kill every single one of the horrible, awful creatures.

She was going to kill them all.

She wouldn't stop.

She was going to make them pay.

Hurtling back down to earth, Youmu hit the ground and spun on her heel, the sheer impact of her landing letting out a burst of air pressure as she brought Roukanken to the ready. She almost seemed to explode across the street, cutting as she went, sending one of the beasts spiraling apart in two halves. Another was beheaded, another sliced apart down the middle. Green blood splattered across her clothing, across the street, but that would hardly stop her. One of the larger creatures was ahead, and this time it seemed to react quicker then its brethren, its claw sweeping towards Youmu immediately!

But Roukanken was forged by youkai to cut almost anything.

The monster's claw was severed in half, and as soon as that opening had been created Youmu darted in and slashed, over and over, running Roukanken's blade through the creature's flesh repeatedly, again and again. Her katana seemed to vanish, a silverly flash with each stroke...

And as Youmu moved to her next target, the monster fell apart into chunks.

[@KoL][@PKMNB0Y][@Crusader Lord][@TheFake][@Raineh Daze]

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[h2]Mordred[/h2]

About to start kicking the machine until all that was left was scrap metal, Mordred was hardly prepared for the little vampire girl to grab her like that almost immediately and start dragging her off. It was difficult to resist, not because she was totally incapable of doing so, but rather because she had no idea such a small girl would have such a powerful grip. Certainly, it wasn't like size was the biggest determination of power when it came to Mordred's opinion, but it was still somewhat unexpected when someone who had the body of a small child suddenly began to drag her off like she was nothing.

Twisting her wrist and getting to her feet, Mordred immediately tried to pull away.

"I was about to give that pile of crap a piece of my mind!" she snapped, "What gives?!"