[center][h1][color=00aeef]Luna[/color][/h1][/center]

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Luna's eyes widened as she saw the steam wafting off the alien, molten frosting bubbling up as her attack was undone. She was baking herself. [i]She was baking herself[/i]. The situation only escalated when a Warring Cake exploded out of Luna favorite local business an began its dire slide down the street. The candy swung extended a whip-like vine of candy from her hand and cracked it on the ground, sending out a burst of NERDS that knocked Yuri away. Luna was just barely able to twirl her oar in front of her, blocking the majority of the candies. Without any water, however, the shrapnel from the breaking NERDS peppered into her. She stopped to find herself bleeding from numerous small wounds all over her body.

"All these flavors, and you choose to be salty." She said as the alien went to work on Yuri. Luna tried to help, but before she could react the cake let loose on her and forced a more defensive stance. She slammed her oar hard into an incoming ballista bolt, flicking it away where impaled itself in a nearby building, before having to spin her oar again to block a flurry of shuriken's. Another bolt came her way and, seeing no other choice, she jumped over it. It slammed into the ground where she's stood, but she could see another aimed at her in the air. 

There was something that the frosting men where very deliberately not firing her way though. She could see it, streams of boiling hot chocolate no doubt aimed at some other hero. If she could just reach over there and get it.

The ballista aimed at her fired, and she twisted in the air. She felt the wind of the thing flying past, saw the disappointed look on the faces of the frosting soldiers who manned it, and in the monument drew up her legs and lashed out with them. She kicked off the side of the candy cane bolt and flew, throwing herself right into the stream of hot chocolate. Her oar extended she swung it into the stream, moving it like a rafter navigating the most treacherous of rapids. The hot chocolate followed the movement of her oar as her chi raced up the stream, gathering it under her power as she fell. Most of it anyway. When she landed there were more that a few ugly red burns on her arms and chest, stained slightly brown from where the drink had gotten though and impacted her. What she also had, however, was a stream of boiling liquid longer than she was tall attached to the paddle of her oar. It roiled in constant motion, long enough to completely encircle around her several times like the tail of an eel. 

"Thanks for the ammo boys!" She called to the frosting soldier, who opened fire on her again. This time, though, when she swung at the incoming candy it resulted in half-sliced/ half-melted chunks of candy lying all around her. Grinning, she drew back. "[color=00aeef]Wavebreaker Style:...uh....hmmm....[/color]"

She had nothing. 

There was no technique for fighting with hot chocolate. Somehow the idea that she would one day be in a situation where she had only hot cholate to defend herself with had never entered her mind. There was no fish for this!

This moment of hesitation though her off enough that she didn't noticed the next barrage of shuriken's until three were buried in her shoulders. She dodged to the side, clumsily deflecting another ballista bolt as it came at her. She was thinking, paging through national geographic in her mind. What could she do? What could she do with this? Hot chocolate hot...chocholate...winter? Christmas! Santa Claus. Elves? No. No. The North Pole. The artic. Warmth in the artic. Brown, warm, artic...that was it!

She drew back again, the liquid snaking all the way behind her as it began to flow faster and faster. Suddenly the hot chocolate spilt it twain, dividing into two long cutting rivers that began to curved behind her. Soon it looked for all the world the Luna was wielding a massive duel bladed scythe. 

"[color=a36209]Wavebreaker Style:[/color]" She said, jumping at the cake. She aimed at the base, looking to drive a biting blade into that spongy goodness and any defender unlucky enough to be nearby. "[color=a36209]Walrus![/color]" She yelled as she swung for it.