[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/z6cC6JC.png[/img] [hider]Age: 22/15 | Gender: Female/Female | Light Ranged/Melee | Barrage/Third Eye | Beacon Enhanced Outfit/Sorcery/Get Out of Jail/Blood Magic/Wings/Dual Weapon | Shine Spark/Perfect Life/Gifted Item | Vow of Patience/Excommunication 10/9/11/15/7[/hider][/center] There was a very satisfying feeling of impact as Helga was thrown away by her kick. Alicia had been sincere in her comment about the Trove though, not merely using it as a ruse to distract her, so hopefully that would give her something to think about in the short term. She really didn’t want to do that fight again. Returning to climbing, the sound of a commotion above reached her ears. Not that that was the only distraction, as the cracking of the dimension spread further and up into the mansion itself. There was also Trixy’ and although Alicia was alert for potential action she did not expect it to be quite so heavy. The round was dead on, a testament to her aim. Unfortunately her Enhanced Uniform prevented penetration, though she was almost thrown away by the sudden kinetic force and only barely able to grab on to another handhold. Glancing around for the source, Alicia did not hesitate. She resumed climbing rapidly, attempting to stagger her movements to not give Trixy another easy shot like that. It was all she could do without a way to retaliate. Even if she felt like she’d been kicked in the chest. She crested the lip of the roof only to find a large hydra-looking thing in the way and that fire girl from before fleeing with Mariette. [color=aba000]“Son of a-”[/color] Alicia hissed before dropping back down out of sight. She couldn’t fight that thing, so she’d have to go around. Dropping down further, she moved to go around the outside of the building and intercept them that way. She landed with a roll and began sprinting, only to see Mayra doing the same. It became rapidly apparent that if she caught up it would be at the portal itself, precious little time to prevent an escape. [color=aba000]”Fine,”[/color] she snarled, heard by no one in particular but aimed towards Mariette. [color=aba000]”You win this round. But we’ll have our reckoning.”[/color] That just left getting out of this mess so there could be a next time in the first place. The world was breaking down after all. Turning back, her gaze fell upon her first target. The others were in trouble, both Justine as well as Leena. In a flash she made up her mind. First her fellow Beacon members, then the vampire. They’d need her power if they were to do this whole thing a second time. There was one last thing. [color=aba000]”Leena, drop the field,”[/color] she yelled to her ally as she drew nearer the scene. [color=aba000]”Mariette’s escaping!”[/color] Racing back in, she moved to intercept the duo that were tag teaming FanFan. [color=aba000]”Oh no you don’t!”[/color] she challenged, once again using her blade as a fixed anchor to gain momentum as she launched a flying kick at Suzette’s side before she could reach her ally. A risky proposition that could put her as the focus of whatever attack was being used, but it was a risk she was willing to take for the sake of her comrades. [sub][@Ariamis][@PlatinumSkink][@AtomicNut][@BrokenPromise][/sub] [hr] With blade in hand, Oros would be able to find that it was not simply a normal blade. It possessed magical effects, though that was likely to be expected given who had initially used it. In this case the blade was hot. Very hot, metal glowing a bright orange encircled by yellow. Perfect for slicing through metal like a knife through butter. That said, the monster Oros recalled encountering had not specifically been utilizing magical waste like what they were in now. But what the creature could manipulate was close enough for it to be functional to her needs. It drew in magical energy from the environment, and there was plenty of that here,. They would see how well she could use it, rather than it becoming a hindrance. [sub][@Shifter_Master][@BrokenPromise][@DarkwolfX37][@twave][/sub] [hr] [center][hider=Varjo]Age: 36/18 | Gender: Female/Female | Darkness/Illusion Mystic | Focus Fire | Horror/Ebon Mint Familiar/Sorcery/Awareness/Gifted/Incognito/Enhanced Weapon/ Intuition/Mystic Artifact | Minions/Mystic Might/Gifted Item/Transportation/Supplier/Magical Overload/Non-Exclusivity/Mana Font | Insomnia/Quick Tempered/Mind Bent/Fearsome Reputation/Debt/Betrayal/Monstrous Form 7/7/8/23/6[/hider] [hider=Ilmarinen]Age: 26/17 | Gender: Male/Male | Time/Air Ranged | Prime | Puchuu/Ebon Mint Gifted/Sorcery/Incognito/Overlay/Masculinity | Well Connected/Mystic Might/Physical Prowess/Supplier/Magical Overload/Non Exclusivity/Mana Font | Debt/Betrayal/Monstrous Form/Distracted/Hostile/Clueless | Wings/Chaos Engine/Broken Reincarnation/Second Specialization 5/20/6/18/8[/hider] [hider=Alma]Age: 30/15 | Gender: Female/Female |Beast/Reinforcement Fist | Regeneration | Lesser Force/Ebon Mint Healing Artifact/Martial Training/Mana Channel/Monstrous Metamorphosis/Bestial Magical Overload/Non-exclusivity/Mana Font/Focused/Subtle/ Mystical Might/Physical Prowess | Debt/betrayal/Monstrous Form/Limited/Alien Mind/Rival Force (Gaia)/Formless | Thick Skin/Discordian/Second Specialization/Weakness (Wood) 15/7/9/20/6[/hider] [/center] Buffeted by the explosions of magical energy as Viva shot her own barriers, Varjo persisted. Her Familiars moved around and behind Viva to keep her trapped in that dome, and to lessen the effects of those explosions on them. They served as conduits for Varjo’s magic. “I think it’s time to end this,” Imarinen said casually as he hefted his rifle. There was a pause as he waited, observed. Then in the blink of an eye he fired. Using his Time spec he was able to count the pattern Viva fell into, and to thread his bullet through the period of her barrier being shattered by her bullets and the creation of a new one. He aimed at her arm, seeking to remove the last pesky element that kept her resisting. When that fell silent Alma could then move in and deliver a knockout punch with Reinforced speed. They had work to do, and she did not intend to be held up here any longer. Not when greater chaos beckoned.