[center][h1]Reaver[/h1]
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Reaver eyed the monstrosity with a raised eyebrow, as he coughed up some blood in the ground. His thoughts raced at how himself he had given in the folly and the thirst of challenge. Well, Odin would not be complaining after all. He barely managed to duck and create a makeshift wedge watershed when the puketree decided to share his meal with Reaver… the direct way.

“That is gross.” He muttered. Not that he was one to talk about. So many things, so little time. The creature thought that during his giant Muhammad green Ali expression he’d not pay heed to the vines. No, he had paid heed to them alright. Clutching the very vines and standing low, he began to carve. To bleed. To cut. Until the chaos resembled a shape. The shape of Odin’s wisdom. The wisdom of runes.

Normally, this kind of rune would be difficult to pull. He needed direct, intimate contact, and most targets were not big enough or mobile enough to not present an easy way to undertake the endeavour. However, the abomination’s splurge on magic, revitalizing and growing vines had the side effect of blanketing the entire park in magic infused mockeries of life.

They could be consumed. They could be drained. The rune activated, stealing life from the lowly vines and giving them unto Reaver. The effects were almost immediate, as his regeneration and third eye kicked in, followed by an unquenchable thirst.

[i]Devour.[/i]

It throbbed in Reaver’s skull. With the vines, there was a chance of corruption, as he continued to drain the massive buffet of magical lifeform energy before him. But as Nietsche said… He who fights monsters.

He stood tall, repeating once more the rune, the enchantment, as he flared up his reinforcements. Not of the body. But of the mind. One, a safeguard. A way to destroy his brain’s information should he fail. And the second… the very same trick Odin had taught him before.
How to control his berserker urges. Reaver grinned, and chuckled, in unabased glee. “You’re gonna have to try a little harder than THAT.” He said, as he readied his blade, carefully advancing as the magic of the rune would drain the very vines he was stepping on.

[center][h1]Helicopter Assault[/h1]
[@BrokenPromise][@Ponn][@Card Captor][@FamishedPants]
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“That’s gonna be a small fortune in paint.” Kamy groaned, her sarcasm much more evident than when using her small animal form. She nonchalantly added, as she forcefully unsummoned the helicopter before the vines could claim it, ejecting the crew softly from the entrapment.

“Bad doggy!” said Shoggy, as she arranged her face after falling face first. Having a face that looked like a cubist painting would certainly not help in battle nor her allies. “Sappy is grumpy now, I see. Did someone steal his sap or anything?” The …dubious… magical girl said, shaking her head. “Well, doesn’t matter it right now.” She said, as she readied the cube like thing on her chest.
“Where are youuuuu… “ She sang, as she began recklessly firing darkness blasts blindly in the vicinity.

Sakura, who had managed to score a three point landing, could not help but groan. “Okay, who forgot to clean the drain, again.” She added, as she tried to sharpen her senses. “Oi, stay sharp, and try if you can pierce whatever magical shit that mutt is using.” She said to the other members of the crew, reading electricity around her body to increase her reflexes and action time. Where had that Sparky-chan and bud go? They could be useful. Kamy for her part… was gone too. Such was the way of Puchuu. Never interfere directly.

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[center][h3]All hands on Deck![/h3]
[@Crusader Lord]
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And yet she boarded the pirate ship, without much flair or fanfare, her stares narrowing like pinpoints at the other horror who had decided to watch the show for shits and giggles. “You should not be there, Cthulhu. Leave the premises.” Kamy said, in an icy tone. “One of your ilk is enough.”

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[center][h1]The streets, Riot[/h1]
[@BrokenPromise][@DarkwolfX37]
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The [url=https://safebooru.org//samples/2967/sample_d246eef09e1eb476c2c02f022343b1b60f0af341.jpg?3089880]two[/url] [url=https://safebooru.org//samples/2958/sample_567fbd2abf5aba8279c0102b7ff756d929d2b140.jpg?3080432]cronies[/url] of the [url=https://safebooru.org//samples/2908/sample_8cd5b5ed2e131bf3f9627bda716c8d12ef3be71f.jpg?3029902]pale girl[/url] seemed to stop as the newcomers came to help, their glares full of confusion and requiring input of their so called leader. Edward’s eyes widened in surprise to see someone call his name. Wait, had he seen this girl before? He could not recall. But no words came from his voice, only pained grunts. It was then when the leader of the trio started speaking again.

[color=7ea7d8]“She shot one of us dead. It’s called self defense. He is the one who interfered when we were teaching that beacon sow a lesson. Not that Sarah-Mae amounted to much, but she was for better our worse our comrade.”[/color] The pale girl stated. [color=7ea7d8]“You are the ones who should scram, or else.”[/color] She said, her spirit magic flaring up as a flock of angry pitch black spirits circled around her. The anguished, the damned. Wraiths that were called upon the corruption of spirit specialization. [color=7ea7d8]“Now if you’ll excuse us, we have loose ends to finish.” The pale girl stated, as she raised two fingers. “You two, less doubting, more normie killing, chop chop!” [/color]She commanded, as the other two girls then looked at the doctor.

[color=f6989d]“Uh, on second thought, the newcomer is right. He is a stud… tee…he…”[/color] The imp-like girl said as she leaned on both Dr Turner and the newcomer, Tetrad. [color=f6989d]“It would be a real shame.”[/color] She continued. [color=f6989d]“I haven’t gotten a good stud for myself, in like, weeks. It’s unbecoming of Infernalia, [i]the succubus herald[/i], to make war, not love.” [/color]She eyed Dr Turner. Then Tetrad. Then what Tetrad had on display. [color=f6989d]“Oh, the woe! I wished you could sing for me, the oldest song of earth, under the comfort of a roof and the warmth of a hearth…”[/color] Infernalia said, throwing a few flirting looks at Tetrad.

The other girl, of puppy eyes, and magnificent wings… was carrying a huge flail, but she seemed to stop trying to even make a [color=a2d39c]“Does that mean we don’t get to fight?...I…I…I don’t like to hurt people!”[/color] She stammered, obviously showing a great deal of nervousness in her speech.

The pale magical girl bit her lip. [color=7ea7d8][b]“SHUT YOUR TRAP, JIMMY! AND FIGHT!”[/b][/color] The leader snarled at the so called [i]'Imp girl'[/i]. [color=7ea7d8][b]“AND YOU, BUTTERCUP! MOVE THAT FAT ASS AND DO AS I SAID.”[/b][/color]

Buttercup seemed to flinch, as if some deep hidden switch was pressed into her, and then began to swing her flail, intent of fighting once more… Only to be caught off guard by the [url=https://safebooru.org//samples/2792/sample_fad299188c43212d6d54c5c88c02f29891196d8e.jpg?2907532] running Beacon girl[/url], Mimi, and whacking herself in the face with her own flail. A minor, but very embarrassing injury. Although, credit where was due, she seemed to recover admirably, just being out of wind for a few moments.

[color=f6989d]“Between you and me, sexy girl…”[/color] The [i]'succubus herald'[/i] said to Tetrad. [color=f6989d]“Blossom needs to chill a bit. She’s not that bad deep down…well okay, she’s that bad…but she gives me free money to spend on pretty dresses!”[/color]

Blossom, for the lack of a better name, was livid, if such a thing were possible. Her fists solidly clenched as now the wraiths who danced around her were making their best impression of a solar corona. [color=7ea7d8]“You…let…her…go. You both…idiots. Fine! If I have to do it myself, so be it! In the name of the Moon, I, Banshee command you…”[/color]

[color=a2d39c]“EEP!”[/color] Buttercup seemed to panick as she readied her flail, and then ,as if spurred by something, decided to wildly swing at Shion, apparently scared by something else. [color=a2d39c]“I’M SO SORRY!”[/color] She frantically repeated the same thing over and over, almost completely out of her mind.

Banshee, or Blossom for the friends, levitated on the hands of her wraiths, as she lifted her hand. 

A single word was heard.

[h3][color=7ea7d8]“RISE.”[/color][/h3]

What was once dead. It began to move again. Unlife. The forbidden art. Like a puppet on a screen, the corpse of their once comrade, Sarah-Mae, sprung to action. Her eyes were vacant, her head maimed by the gunshot… yet it grinned, baring bloody teeth, and among the sounds of bone snapping and joints being forcefully yanked move again. That’s when four more corpses dropped down from the roof, each one doing a three point landing. The deceased beacon girls, now turned into puppets of their executioner.

[color=f6989d]“Welp, there she goes. Ew.”[/color] Said Infernalia. [color=f6989d]“Hey, you might want some help. Tit for tat. Whaddya say?”[/color] Infernalia smiled impishly at Tetrad.