[@Ariamis][@PlatinumSkink][@Card Captor][@FamishedPants][@BrokenPromise][@Ponn][@MadManMoon][@Shifter_Master][@Flamelord][@twave] [center][h2]Reaver[/h2] [/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] No plan ever survived contact with the enemy. That adage was always true. What was not entirely acceptable was being teleported against one's will just because your latest potential fling felt like it. Visceral had, in a single stroke, ruined an entire plan, and probably put Reaver into a lot of trouble. His scowl could not be made worse if he tried, as soon as the confusion cleared out. His eyes narrowed at the now prone figure of Justine, and the entire battefield. Collapsing. Soaked in anti magic. Full of enemies. Odin was [i]ecstasic[/i]. Guess... that Visceral would get to be spared of Reaver's blade for now. Such a wonderful target rich environment happened rarely. "I'm not your dog, Visceral." Reaver curtly said, still gripping the weapons. "I am Odin's Wolf, and It is because of the Allfather you are not impaled on my spear for what you have done." He added. Best not to lament on the missed chance to teach a lesson to Penny and catch up for the sake of old times. There were some lightning users in this battlefield now, probably confused due to the sudden discharge. His eyes focused on the one that was besides the frazzled silver haired portal girl, opposite of Justine. Lily. He weighed his throwing arm and... [hr] [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] If things could get worse, they would sure get worse. Sakura grunted in frustration after being flung away, paces away from Tenebra's last position. All the fighting was now devolving into a clusterfuck, and her electric mojo was waning. She pondered on whether it was possible to carry out the double hit or just leave it as it is and bail. No amount of money would make her leave a fallen comrade. She thought. She loathed the silver haired idiot, but she was still a teenager, who now laid defenseless. She would need to carry her away from the crumbling battlefield if she were to save... Only Lily remained now to evacuate. Her eyes rested on Lily... ..and then on the figure opposite of her [i]Fuck![/i] She thought mentally. Whatever lunatic the cereal vampire wench had conjured it was up to no good. She ran for it, attempting to kick the spear out of his hands. A wet sound was heard. She had succeeded in stopping the bastard. However said spear had now pierced through her heart and was bleeding her dry of blood and lightning. No good deed goes unpunished. The callous bastard just grunted, before tossing her away, her strength failing, and pointing Lily with the spear. [i]I can...still...[/i] Reaver fumed, his enhacements flaring. Element of surprise was now partially gone, so he resorted to his other sort of surprise. Warding his mind with Reinforcement, he began to grunt and chuckle, before tearing his own face off... and tossing it on Justine's dress, all the while taking the monstrous form he had felled Cindy with. He roared... and began to push forward towards Mariette, following Alicia. For carnage and Odin's glory. [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/TiCSHec.png[/img] [/center] [hider=Dina] [center] [h3]Dina[/h3] 4 | 4 | 3 | 4 | 3 8 | 10 | 7 | 18 | 6 Reinforcement/Beast | Power of Friendship/Avatar True Sight | Reverence | Diehard | Lure | Overcity Shift | Flexibility | Gifted Interdimensional Archipelago | Payment | Keijo Training | Supply | Magical Overload Joy Eater | Lonely | Clueless | Monstruous Form Non Standard Limbs | Builder | Second Specialization(Beast) | Broken Reincarnation [/center][/hider] Dina heaved, as she felt the backslash of her magic orchestra being cut off all off a sudden. It stung quite a bit, but not as much as seeing Mariette waver upon receiving the end of the anti-magic attack. She steadied herself, and helped Mariette to her feet, hearing about the lack of an exit and Alexander's panicky attitude. She twitched her ears. "Plan D, it is then." She briskly said. "Master Dan! Search the edge of this field and open up a portal! We shall join you shortly!" Her sight now rested on Hilaria. Her fellow smiling sister. Well, she wondered if she was the "bloody smile" sister. "Hilaria, please help Mariette and the beast knight retreat!" She added. She truthfully wanted to run. She was afraid. But sometimes, one could not budge, not even with both the vampire monster, Beacon, and the bloody berserker bearing down on her. Her Beast and Reinforcement magics flared, reinforcing her body to what was about to come. "Hen to Pan." She enunciated, as her appearance changed. She no longer was...regal. Her dress had shrunk, and her eyes were a fierce red. Body marks were all over her body, and her hair had taken a golden tint. Whoever could still see her magic, they would realize... she was wielding a dozen of magical specializations at once. [i]Electric Reflexes. Metal Skin. Quadruple Accel. Reinforcement. Beast Vigor. Diamond spikes.[/i] She strained herself mentally, as the Cat's cradle suddenly went lit, now a scorching cherry red hot. She moved the wires ruthlessly, as she tried to carve a path towards Leena through the Beacon charge.