[h2][center]Jason Liu[/center][/h2]
With a haughty laugh, the Beast-to-be simply watched in amusement as Benienma tore through her attacks as though they were no more than leaves in the wind. She was aware—perhaps by instinct—that the Saber in front of her was a conceptual entity practically born to strike down being like her.

But that mattered not so long as the Servant remained so occupied upon her that she lost sight of the true reward.

With that in mind, though, there was only so much that she could do, especially with the mana that she had siphoned for the sake of completing her transformation becoming occupied with its own issues. It was defending itself autonomously, it seemed, which meant that obtaining some resources to sustain the barrage and draw the Saber's attention further from the other [i]her[/i] was of the utmost priority.

Benienma herself was obviously out of the question, and absorbing Kishinami was something she could not bear to do so soon. That, in other words, left only one target—the insect that had remained alive by clinging onto the coattails of others.

"Come closer, then," she taunted, slowly drawing back from Benienma as she continued to fire a barrage of missiles and hands. "I am certain that my neck is far more enticing than my hand... Should you prove able to even reach it..."

As he watched the other Kiara draw away, though, Jason fumbled the box that Hakuno had thrown to him. There was only so much that he could do now, especially with what was being described as an 'Evil of Humanity' as their opponent.

Even using the word 'their' implied that he had some part in the combat, though; he was still an extra body to be kept alive, if anything...

As he continued to quietly hold onto the box, though, the radio in Hakuno's hand crackled to life in response to her own cry for aid. There was still static, given the barrier that was blocking them off from HQ, but a few scant words [i]had[/i] made it through.

"————confirmed. —————currently———————aerial bombardment.———————cover——————break—."

The message becoming no more than a garbled mess was coupled with two incidents that seemed to happen almost concurrently with one another. 
First—and most obvious—was the sudden rain of projectiles of all sorts onto the barrier above the park itself, which seemed to have barely any effect, if at all.
Second, though, was the hand that had been sliced off by Benienma now latching onto Jason's leg. In the time he had spent focusing on everything else that had been happening, [i]it[/i] had remained out of focus. The searing pain from its grip as it slowly dug its nails into his flesh made him react in turn, his face contorting in pain as he fell down to take a look at the source.

"Are you serious?!" he asked, tugging in vain as he attempted to pry it off. "This... I... Am I really going to get killed be something like this?"

[@VitaVitaAR][@RolePlayerRoxas]

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The swing of the knight's sword had just as easily taken the hands off of the figure as a knife through butter, though it did not seem as if the attack registered 'mentally' for the victim. There was no sense of pain of suffering—no, not a trace of any emotion in the first place; it simply stared down at the stumps of where its 'hands' had once been before its body seemed to reform them, almost as if nothing had happened in the first place.

Despite that, though, it seemed to 'understand' that the same technique it had just tested would not work on an opponent agile enough to simply dart out of its range and strike at it while it shifted to accommodate.

The solution it came to, in short, was simply to strike a wider area.

With a pulse of mana that seemed to shake the air around it, the horned figure began to grow in size—slowly at first, but soon reaching the size of the trees around itself—before swinging an arm towards the knight that had struck out at it.

The other two were fleeing, it seemed, which placed them lower on its priority list than the one attacking it, after all.

[@Raineh Daze]