[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5r7OTIh.png[/img] [b][color=Aquamarine]wordcount:[/color][/b] 1,036 +2 -3 [b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 5[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]/////////////////////////////////////////////[/color]////// (44/50) [b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b] Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc. [b][color=Aquamarine]Interacting with:[/color][/b] Jesse’s [@Zoey Boey] [/center] Things were going well, Midna was thinking as she reeled her chair back to throw at the mustachioed gunslinger, the crazy blue haired one having already been decked by the Thieves’ new friend's own size up chair. The shadow hand surged forwards but just before she let it fly the red and black furred one’s wave washed over her. Time for Minda slowed to a crawl and she was frozen mid toss, but from her perspective the rebels accelerated to a frightful speed she could barely track, their actions a becoming blur and their words meaningless high pitched noise for a few for a scant few rapid fire heartbeats. Then time resumed. Midna's throw completed and the chair flew forth and missed the repositioned Fuse by a mile, while the man himself casually pulled the trigger of his rifle he’d lined up neatly with her head from his new firing spit. The only thing that saved her was that, through luck or arrogance, his shot struck her masked eye rather than the exposed one. The one fourth of combined magical might the interlopers had used to challenge the sacred realm shrugged off the mortal instrument’s attack without issue, but the rest princess had no such invulnerability to rely upon. Incredibly alarmed both by the burst of speed and far to close call she’s just had Midna reacted on instinct, bringing the Fused Shadow’s hand back and grabbing herself with it, wrapping her body in the giant glowing mass of orange power. The subsequent bullets from both Fuse and Jinx pierced but entirely failed to penetrate through the magical hand based cocoon she'd made for herself, with any ‘wounds’ in it closed up in close to an instant as power flowed into the gaps made and pushed out or vaporized the spent shots lodged within. While they did the princess levitated herself off the ground and floated backwards, trying to find safety. Had she been content to hunker down inside the orange shell she’d made she would have been safe from the entirety of the barrage but, knowing blindness was its own danger, the princess cracked open a gap between the giant fingers to peer out of her magical barricade with her armored eye. She flinched when another shot pinged off it almost immediately, but it was the lightning arcing out that first gave her pause as an unexpected feeling of dreadful premonition struck her heart and then, when the dragonborn swept it towards her for a moment, the electrical discharge caused her shaken composure to break. Lighting wracked at her magic and her mind, causing her to let herself go, drop to the ground and bolt for physical cover in a tactically ill advised flight. Despite trying to guard her rear with her hand still, the shocking power found her shield as it chased her, arching into it and her arm as she ran, while two of Jinx’s shots snuck through her rattled guard and nixed her side and shield arm. Then her retreat ended as Jinx’s rocket launcher started to blow the group to kingdom come, one near miss sending Minda sprawling and tumbling out of the drying up shocking power of the Dragonborn, before the princess scrambled behind a pillar like the one Ciella had been using when they came in, though this one was further into the building. [color=Aquamarine]”Goddesses that was stupid”[/color] she chastised herself through clenched teeth, not knowing where the bout of dread that had broken her guard had come from and still suffering from the stress of it, as she tried to get her electrocuted arm to stop shaking while, again, bleeding from bullet wounds. She was really, really, really starting to hate guns. Still, as she caught her breath and tried to steady herself, the princess was given time to do so by the turning back of the tide towards the favor of the invaders. Two of the resistance abandoned the battlefield entirely to fight select members of the seekers own in the sky and deeper into the facility, leaving the remaining three deeply outnumbered. Jinx was stormed by the thieves who’d been hiding in the shadows far better than she had the skill too, while Braun and the overlords bore down on the dragonborn once more (and goddesses was she happy to leave them to it), leaving Midna and the new, still Gleeming, Jesse to deal with the the mostly mundane Fuse. Unfortunately for them, while they where both supernaturally gifted one woman army destroyers, Midna was already hurt and stressed from the previous barrage, while Fuse managed to get some close to deadly looking shots off on Jesse after faking a surrender/attempt to de-escalate. [color=Aquamarine]”Moblin wretch!”[/color] she shouted at the dishonorable bastard while ducking back behind her cover as further wingman shots pinged off it. Midna, having no conception for how many shots different kinds of guns could fire before reloading, or how reloading even really worked in general, was in no position to make a guess on when Fuse would run out of ammo and be in the middle of reloading when she moved out. The idea that he’d be running around looking for yet more preloaded guns instead of doing so didn't even cross her mind. As much as her vindictive spirit demanded she repaid the asshole for trying to blow her brains out and for his trickery with gratuitous violence, caution raised by that inexperienced and compassion for the dangerously injured Jesse won out. For the moment. She tapped her chest, pulled out a friend-heart and hurled it across the room with her shadow hand while shouting [color=Aquamarine]”Jesse! Healing! Catch!”[/color] at the woman. Then she dropped Koga's smgs (which she’d taken predominantly to disarm him but where coming in handy now) out of the twilight relam and blindly (and incredibly poorly because she was basically using them based on observation of the weapons and nothing else) emptied each of their remaining clips around the corner of her pillar in Fuse’s very general direction to try and keep his head down for long enough for Jesse to get her own head back in the game. Whatever she did afterwards, Midna would assist however she could.