[center] [h1][color=F65772]H[/color] [i]i l a r i a[/i][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/PiwtRDV.png[/img] [color=F65772]"From off the turnbuckle!"[/color] [color=888888]— Hilaria[/color] [/center] Over the course of her extended lifetime, Hilaria had come to understand that entropy reigned supreme on the battlefield. There was no understanding it, no true comprehension available to anyone in the moment-to-moment clashes. Where one second was subtle and quiet, only to erupt into cacophony and disorder. When blood and breath is the cost, most rational thoughts cease to be and the integrity of the casus belli becomes an afterthought. A thousand years subject to this insanity had allowed her to make the most effective use of this chaos, by simply going with the flow. Simple as that was, a lot of unfortunate souls try to wade through dangerous waters by attempting to make sense of it all. Asking 'why' was time you could spend keeping track of important information, like what your immediate foes may be doing. Even if he was the main attraction, Billy wasn't her current worry. Hilaria braced herself against the relentless assault of Cadillac, refusing to lose ground. The vehicle was doing a lot more damage to itself than it was to her, by the looks of things, and she didn't have any qualms about allowing it to continue this futile charge. It was no different than a toddler trying to knock a grown adult down. Entirely Unbreakable. ...Until she broke, that is. Spying the monstrous approach of the military truck's maw, the ancient bulwark of a magical girl opted against remaining still. It could not be said that she was the swiftest girl alive, but that did not mean she was only capable of being stationary. As the beast neared her, she lept into the air, just above the cabin, and utilized her magics to come down hard, scutum at the forefront of the drop. [center] [h1][color=turquoise]E[/color] [i]m i l y[/i][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/g7NL7MY.png[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxI_PTret2s][color=turquoise]"Darn it!"[/color][/url] [color=888888]— Emily[/color] [/center] [i][color=turquoise]Oh no! Oh no, oh no![/color][/i] The situation was far from as simple as she hoped it would be. There were so many spirits that she had no chance of ending this singer's session, at least not from a distance. The sheer amount of 'bodies' between them was enough to give her a heart attack. She always desired to be Lucifer, the morning star. A light that shone from so far away, to those in need. And she shone brightest when she was pitted against an abundance of foes, clumped together. But this was quite absurd. How far away was this Lich drawing these spirits from?! The girl sighed in relief when support came in the form of a few of her sisters, with Lupa being one of them. Emily had begun to provide assistance to her allies by throwing some flames towards what should have been the approaching mob... but soon noticed none of them were hostile? That evoked confusion from her. What was going on? [color=turquoise]"...?"[/color] She caught what she believed to be a wink from the Endsinger, but perhaps it was a trick of the eye, or more likely the Lich's influence. This song was tainted and had to be getting to her, but she somehow felt as though it would be disappointing to attempt to deafen herself, like she gathered Helga had. No reason to think too much on it, though, it was insignificant, and there was a very pressing matter that urgently made itself clear. It was hard not to catch sight of Lupa's transformation. Becoming a humanoid wolf was not exactly a subtle thing. But as interesting as that was, it was what she was attempting to do next that made things dire. She could feel the bloodlust eminating from the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqds0B_meys]animal she had become[/url], and it was directed at Helga, there was no mistaking it. Emily turned pale, as in this hectic place, someone who couldn't hear was easily blindsided. It didn't take Emily more than a moment to decide her course of action. With a powerful thrust, she boosted her way towards Helga as fast as she could. It would be close, but Emily would come between the two and raise her fist weapons up in defense of the girl, knowing that she'd be at a severe disadvantage at such range. But if it was to protect someone, particularly a sister, then so be it. [center][h1]S [color=red][i]i l h o u e t t e[/i][/color][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/I15iaon.jpg[/img] [quote=Silhouette][color=red]"MOM YOU CAN'T PAUSE AN ONLINE GAME, JEEZ"[/color][/quote][/center] [color=red]"Ngh..."[/color] A low grunt escaped Samantha's lips as she felt the burning sensation of pain as a result of being [url=https://i.imgur.com/WRtntnn.gif]penetrated[/url]. Her foe had proven to be a fair deal more durable than she had predicted. Although Silhouette did not expect her blow to be fatal or enough to end the fight, she had hoped it would have had any sort of noticeable effect on Nina. Whatever the deal was with this girl, she was unlikely to stand victorious here if she didn't make use of her deadlier weaponry. This being rather obvious, it effectively took zero time to come to this conclusion, and so her mind was free to focus on responding to the counterattack she was about to receive. The Third Eye she possessed allowed her some notification before the the chains were actually visible. It gave her enough time to raise the hand with her dagger and deflect the lower one, but even though she tried to twist her body to avoid the other, it still found itself embedded into her, albeit further to the side than it had been fired at -- her shoulder, to be exact. A wound like this was almost negligible, given her excellent sustain in a fight, but it certainly did not feel pleasant. It was also quite obvious that they weren't simply thrown out at random, but deliberately focused at nonvital points on her. This girl was, in a sense, merely roughhousing with Sil, and that had confirmed it. How dangerous and potentially fatal doing so with an unknown magical girl could be, yet Nina had shown zero hesitation in doing so. It was kind of barbaric to fight for the sake of fighting. Silhouette was above... [i][color=red]No, you're really not.[/color][/i] Samantha thought it would be nice to return the favor. She would take the knife she just used to avoid one blow, and thrust it towards the side of her closeby opponent. There was the likely potential of her foe deflecting it with another chain, but in the event it landed, it wasn't going to end up having little effect. It certainly would be nice, but it wasn't going to happen. The reason being: Veronica had 'called', wishing her to cease this conflict and assist some of the other agents of the Crimson Cradle, who were currently occupied. She wanted to pretend that when notified of this, that she wasn't feeling a bit disappointed. But there was little point in lying to herself. Still, she would follow Veronica's orders. And because Nina was not a target of hers, she had no desire to try to kill the girl if she wasn't forced to. So, Sil's planned retaliation was abandoned and replaced with a swift retreat. Assuming there was nothing to stop her, she would tear the chain out of her shoulder, cursing the sharp pain she experienced while doing so, and used her teleportation to place a solid amount of distance between them. It was definitely anticlimactic, and much like her bout with the mechanical girl, Penny, she did feel a desire to engage with this girl once again, when she could do so. [color=red]"As exciting as this introduction was, I'm afraid I must leave."[/color] she explained, then added, [color=red]"And it's Silhouette."[/color] she told the girl, finding her action strange. Why did she even bother telling this girl her name? She did not have any reason to do so, but still she did. There was a momentary pause. Perhaps she waited for the girl to give hers in return, if she did so. Even if not, she would depart anyways, jumping and blinking away.