[center][h2][color=lightcoral]Sakura[/color][/h2][/center] [hider=Sakura] [center] [h3]Sakura[/h3] 3 | 4 | 3 | 3 | 3 7 | 16 | 7 | 13 | 5 Lightning | Killing Blow Awareness | Enhanced Outfit | Training (Wing Chun) | Incognito | Eternal Style Chatterbox | Well Connected | Supplier | Transportation Expendable | Hostile | Big Brother[/center][/hider] [@PlatinumSkink][@Shifter_Master]¿[@BrokenPromise]?[@Ariamis] Sakura's semblance formed a frown as the pain of her ravaged backside kept spurring her and made her blood boil. She knew this injury was not a game-breaker by far, but it still hurt. Not only the pain, but how humilliating it was to have her butt in the freeze. Even as a grown man it would have been, more so than she apparently looked like a little girl. "Hyun..." She said, somber, without any kind of demeaning nickname. The allies were starting to suffer the toll, and there was this girl taunting. This was an assault, of course it was harsh. The brief respite allowed her to once again refocusing in Justine. She had to double down, and shrug it off. She clenched her fist, as a bloodthirsty smile appeared once more, upon the girl's taunting. Yes, why should she not attack? These bastards were so smug as to throw taunts at her, so why she should not attack now? The words had the unintended effect of spurring Sakura. "Ice-chan, we're just getting [i]started[/i]. If you're so many left, all it means is more [i]targets[/i]" She then eyed the absolute massive power manifestation from Justine's opponent, and beamed with absolute glee, as she covered herself in Lightning. Otherwise how would she be able to punch ghosts? Not a split second she began to run. Then wall run, like the superpowered lightning martial artist she was, only to reach Justine's sheer height in virtue of her demented parkour. "YOU ARE WELCOME, BITCH! HORYAAA!" She said to Mykaila as she began to descend upon her troops like a certain angry chinese warlord that should not have been ever pursued. [hr] [center][h2]Reaver[/h2] [@Shifter_Master][@Flamelord] [/center] [hider=Reaver][center][h3]Reaver[/h3] 5 | 4 | 5 | 4 | 4 10 | 8 | 11 | 9 | 6 12 | 10 | 13 | 9 | 6 Reinforcement | Third Eye / Dark Regeneration Martial Training | Monstruous Metamorphosis | Environmental Sealing | Masculinity | Sorcery (Runes) | Overcity Shift| Enhanced Transformation Divine Competence | Paragon | Mana Font | Black Coin | Non-Exclusivity Rites | Arrogance | Debt | Betrayal Devourer [/center][/hider] Reaver's fidgetting was more patent, as he put more effort than it should when destroying another camera. Inanimate objects made bad opponents, and in a bout of impatience, activated his third eye. For how long he would need to keep up this farce, he wondered. He wanted to get in the thick of the battle. Gain glory or die trying. He expected as much, otherwise he would not have resisted as much the vampire lady's calls. She had a certain allure, that much was given... She wondered how was she doing in her endeavours. Still, there was no time to waste. The main attraction was there. "Heh." He fashioned a spear out of one of his reinforcement fields, as he began to buff himself up, and tossed it with an accurate shot at Penny. Doubt it'd even scratch the behemoth, whose power vastly exceeded his own, but it would serve as greeting. Most people would call insane, or even flee at such unfavourable odds. But Reaver? Who could? War drums always whispered in his ear. The sweet scent of Valhalla always beckoned. To the place he could truly feel good. No more mediocrity, a wrecked father and a monstrous mother. Al Scarpe was fond of him. He had found a place where he was the cool kid. He did not want to disappoint. "Hello, [i]Penny.[/i] You look different. New haircut?"