[@Enkryption]
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	That moment of being told to shut up, to stop talking, might be the only time that C-3 had ever seen Charlotte legitimately troubled. Her usually unflappable confidence was completely shattered at her best friend just...tell her off like that. For what, to literally anyone, would seem to be no reason whatsoever. The demon princess just stood there, visibly shrinking back. She didn't understand why C-3 was mad, or whether it was even her own fault or not. Usually Charlotte kinda just assumed other people's problems were their problems, but when her best friend was acting like she just stepped in her cornflakes, Charlotte started checking to see if milk was on her boots.

Or, a more intelligent and sensibly written metaphor.

[color=ed1c24][b]"I-I..."[/b][/color] Charlotte would stammer for a moment, literally being inflicted with the [Confuse] status as she racked her two points of intelligence together to rationalize this. In her attempts to look around at something, anything, she'd see...[i]that[/i] bitch. Of course it would be. Charlotte's fists clenched. Oh, she'd shut up all right. She now had something to hit instead of talk to. Storming off, she'd crack her knuckles, literally kicking a headstone apart as she walked past it. Not on purpose, but the sheer force of her steps were shattering stones around her, eyes focused on Tamara. If she wanted to feast on Charlotte's anger, the cambion would soon find herself choking on it. 

Rational or not, a demon's hatred was a supreme emotion. 
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[@Guess Who],[@Suku]
[hider=IT WAS A GRAVEYARD SMASH!]
	Nimoa would let out a loud yowl as her ass was bitten into, and then scream as a chunk got ripped out from Tristan KICKING the thing biting it off. The "hero" could visibly see the chunk of flesh follow the Chimera's mouth as it got punted. Falling forward and slamming her face onto the grass, Nimoa's butt was angled towards the sky, thankfully obscured by massive black clouds that shielded her from the sunlight overhead. She'd regenerate, sure, but she'd make the world know how much that hurt as she sniveled and cried on the ground. It was the biggest ouchie of her life.

Excitedly, Ariette watched and waited from a distant bush, using a crystal ball and a Scrying spell in order to get a clear view of the action. That Chimera was just a distraction, and now Ariette could use her magic to catch the party off guard, eliminating them in one fell swoop. Bringing her gloved hands together over the crystal ball, the magical demon would begin chanting in an ancient lost tongue, her very words chilling the air around her. Just as she prepared to launch the spell however, the raccoon the party had seen earlier leapt into the bush she was in, unaware as it dove headfirst into her cleavage. 

What would follow was gargantuan icicles flying through the air at random as she screamed from the bush she was in, rapidly booking it out of the foliage covered in leaves, scratches, and patches of raccoon hair before she flopped face-first into the dirt in front of Regalia as she landed. Sniffling, the demoness would fight back tears as she cast some sort of healing spell. But, wound up crying anyways after it finished, sobbing as a blubbering mess before the group.

...Villains came in all flavors, it seemed. And Ariette's was Crybaby Vanilla Creme.

After a solid minute of a good cry, Ariette would spring to her feet, pointing at the party that stood in the lichyard. [color=CC6699][b]"Here me now, Hero, and...sidekicks! I'm gonna make you pay for sicking your attack beast on me!"[/b] [/color]she said, before looking to Regalia and healing her wounds. 
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