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Mastar darted back towards the other two girls as soon as she could. The dodges that she had just made were way too close for comfort, and she wasn't about to get fried by the blasts from either Manifold or from these Nazis. She couldn't fight them head on, meaning her strategy of standing on top of the other tanks to try and get them to blast eachother wouldn't work. Time to change things up a little bit.

She couldn't keep dodging the attacks that were sent her way, but she could try and obstruct the path for the tanks. Now that she could grow without issue, the new plan was to do exactly that - grow amidst the grass before launching a ton of tar towards the road that the tanks were taking. Sure, it was a dirt road, but if she sent enough of her tar onto it then there'd still be a similar effect to what she was trying to do, which was make an oil slick. If the tanks drove over that, they'd either have to stop or they'd risk spinning out of control.

Mastar themself, meanwhile, kept darting back towards Manifold since Arson had moved in. As soon as they could, they shifted back into their more humanoid form as they looked over at the tinker. [color=firebrick]"I tried to make an oil slick. Probably chunked around thirty-ish pounds off me. Any ideas?"[/color] they asked, still looking at the tanks so they could stay out of the way of the barrel that might fire on them.

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Aesthetic heard the whir of helicopter blades and turned to face the source, seeing some Final Guard Members entering the scene finally. It had certainly taken them a hot minute to actually arrive, but hopefully now that they were there situations would be a little less hectic. There were already a bunch of capes on the scene, which easily didn't help what was going on. That being said, nobody seemed to want to make the first move, which was undoubtedly a good idea. Everyone was waiting for the Guard to make the first move, since this was really their battle to fight. Aesthetic was mainly there for support if the situation escalated to that point, though she was still a little foggy on whether her power burned people all the time or just when she wanted them to be burnt. With how she could express it, she figured the latter was applicable.

She stepped over to the side of the building, stretching a little bit before crouching down besides the ledge. There wasn't any need to stand if she was waiting, unless she wanted to be ready. Even then, she would've had to descend down the side of building first before she could join, not that she couldn't go down fast or anything. She can technically stretch her limbs to gain about thirty more meters between her hands and feet. If the guard needed her, she'd join, but until then...

[b][color=ADEAEA]"I dunno if the Guard people down there can hear me or anything, but if you need my powers for your help, you've only but to ask."[/color][/b] She was genuinely unsure, though she did hope someone down there had a power that gave them observational abilities to hear her with.