[center][h1][color=silver]Annabelle Irons[/color][/h1][/center]

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Though the one inky black orb that was Annabelle's weapon attempted to move in the way of Amaryllis' sword, before it could form a portal or such, it was run through and dispelled before it could do any of those things. Not that Annabelle had any say in what it had tried to do in the first place, it being moved by the power of her patron yet again. Even the mooks in the rose-knightess' way would fall before the blade as they had charged at her, seeking to protect Annabelle despite the girl's own protests against what was going on. In fact, by this point the void-touched magical girl was stretching her right arm out at the chains, trying to do anything, something to try to make the others not see her as the villain. To make them try to stop aiming to....t-to kill her. 

But alas, the blade of Amaryllis would manage to find its mark, the lack of focus on her target's part a good deal of the reason for it. 

CRACK. 

Cold, hungering steel sank swiftly into flesh, from flesh then into bone, yet then through bone and into the air beyond. Annabelle didn't have the durability to handle the blow from the melee-fighter, not as much as she'd been able to handle the arrow from before at any rate. Though she could "shrug off swords and knives" supposedly, this was no mere sword or knife, but an attack launched with a mighty strength. The humerus bone was shattered by the sword, as the resulting impact and sword damage did the rest of the work. The end result? Annabelle's right arm, most of it anywho, fell from the railing, into the seats below with a visceral [b]THUNK[/b] as it hit the hard plastic of the baseball stadium seats. 

Looking to her right slowly, the sheer mental shock rocking her system even more along with a wave of intense pleasurable feelings physically that further confounded all of this, Annabelle looked at where most of her right arm had formerly been. It was horrifying in appearance, the bloodied steel of Amaryllis' blade that had done the work also visible to her there. Annabelle felt a numbness set into where her right arm had been, creeping up to the shoulder like a virus moving through the body. Her face was written with sheer despair and disbelief, mostly the former despite the latter being very clear in her expression. 

[b]NO. NONONO. NONONONONONONO!!![/b]

Desperately, the void-touched girl looked out at the field, at the mummies, at the goons rushing out of a new portal she could sense down below. It was here her mind finally hit a certain clarity, a certain moment of raw emotion and intent that seemed to flow through her clearly, even if only for a brief moment. She extended, very shakily, her other arm at where the mummies were....and then let loose. 

[color=silver][b]"ALL OF YOU.....YOU IDIOTS, AND BOSS YOU BIG MORON, JUST DAMN STOP IT ALREADY!!![/b][/color]

Annabelle felt her throat going raw from the scream, a scream carrying with it the raw emotions as it was channeled into her magical power and exuded into the world. Though with what her "boss" had already done with her magic and such, what could a mere magical girl-

-....do?

The air seemed to become thick with tension, as magical power thrummed into it from Annabelle. The chains trying to remove the lances sticking the remaining mummies to the wall...stopped, even dissipated, with the binding chains slacking and collapsing to the ground as they too dissipated into nothingness. The goons and any remaining captured or struggling civilians with them seemed to pause for a brief moment. Several of the goons seemed to dissipate as well, mostly any holding or near civilians, as if...as i they had been [i]erased[/i]. In fact, a decent portion of the new goons that has surged through the new portal seemed to dissipate like dust into the wind, gone without a single trace left behind, as the new portal quaked and shook as it destabilized. Even the severed right arm below dissipated away.

Sure there was a notable amount of goons left, trying to grab up a few humans and run for the port, and indeed multiple magical girls would most likely be necessary to clear them and what remained of the mummies out completely. However, that exertion of magical power, that power of the void to "erase all things".....this was but a sign of its ability. Of its danger. And in this case, of one desperate magical girl's plea for others to stop, the fear of actually dying and her own disorientation an panic in regards to things finally manifesting in a full-blown use of magical power whose magnitude had been easy to see. 

After doing this, Annabelle felt her legs go out from under her, falling to her knees. Her left hand, once outstretched, weakly grasped the railing as if to keep her stable. Physically, she was in a rougher spot now, but by far not the worst possible or on the verge of death due to current injuries. She could fight if she wanted to, seek to kill the others. The void could eat that sword that had (intentionally or not) severed one of her arms like it was paper, or at least do that in regards to things like the projectile that had hit her side and such. Even the exertion of her power a moment ago was not something that would ever usually shake her. 

However, right now, it was the mental shock, the mix of emotions and sensation from her body, the lie she'd been told and all such things that left her feeling rather.....'weak' right now. 

Annabelle's head weakly looked over at Amaryllis, almost as if they were about to shed tears merely to beg for life. For the other girl to stop. Wondering why, just why this had happened in the first place even. 

[@ERode][@Rune_Alchemist][@Ariamis][@BrokenPromise]