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[b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 6[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]///////////////////////[/color]//////////////////////////////////////// (23/60)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b]  Sandswept Sky -  Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
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Midna managed to get Ciella’s attention alright. Though her reply to Minda’s taunting, decrying the crimes of the resistance, made her feel like she was being gaslit into believing she hadn't actually told her what was at stake. Yet Midna knew she’d acknowledge Braum’s mind control, so in the princess mind she was sure she got it, and yet she did not seem to acknowledge that their foes were not acting of their own accord. It was maddening.

Still, there was little time to debate the issue as after giving her retort Ciella went on the offensive, drawing five of her great glowing arrows and letting them lose to banish the darkness Midna was hiding in. The initial draw took long enough for Midna to find and then skip to another shadow before their glow banished the darkness she was lurking within. 

Unfortunately the arrows were not content to imbed themselves in stone and sand, and instead ricochet, scattering across the area. It was a cunning ploy, and even though the Princess took to (fakely) laughing at the avian archer with regal haughtiness, the sheer chaos of pinging shots had her heart racing in her throat for even one shot grazing close to a hiding spot would strike her down. 

In the end it became to much, and the laughter fell silent as the princess instead skipped across the arena’s shadows, pinging under Mona to whisper [color=Aquamarine]”On your right”[/color] to him, before appearing behind a pillar to his right, blocked from Ciella’s view. The princess, still battered and bruised and bleeding, gave the feline a pained grin. If he was still willing to help, she’d take it.

She also took a moment to help herself, retrieving a spin-plate from the twilight realm.

A few moments later she was back to dance with Ciella once more, but the woman had clearly had enough and moved to disengage, assuming that the princess’s taunting and posturing had been all bark and all bite. This was true but, of course, that was part of the plan. Though she would have liked to hold her foe in place with words longer now, as the harpy was distracted by the hedgehog and bee’s seeming endless brawl, was the time to strike.

She could not end her, and the amount she would have needed to wind up a punch to even hurt would have left her vulnerable, so the spine tile was the best option. It also left the princess laughing with genuine impish delight at the Ciella as she gracelessly pirouetted across the arena and into a wall. It might not have hurt, but it prevented retaliation and, more importantly, put her on the opposite side of the arena from where the action was. Pus it had all been worth it to see her spin now after the archer had managed to avoid doing so in the maze earlier.

Ciella’s exasperated snarling about her friends being in danger in response to this indignity made Midna glance back at the brawl she’d mostly been missing. A quick assessment of it (made after the polymorphs had ended, it should be noted) left her inclined to disagree.

[color=Aquamarine]”They look fine, so maybe just sit the rest of this one out? Or maybe dance with me some-”[/color] she was saying when the mist filled the arena and the giant bird-woman promptly vanished [color=Aquamarine]”-fuck”[/color]

The dark filling the arena helped her a little at least, the princess immediately dropping into the now all encompassing hazy dark on instinct lest she have her head ripped off by the stalking titan.

[color=Aquamarine]”Think think think. Stop her. How do you hit something you can't see?”[/color] she asked herself, and then snapped her fingers as she had an idea.

The princess appeared to the side of the arena, between where Ciella started and where she would have to go to strike the remaining fighters. There, she summoned up her Vibrava, maxed out in size. The giant dragon bug gripped the stone and started beating its wings hard as it could without ripping itself from the ground, fanning the shallow scattered sand of the arena up into the misty air. Then, standing behind the wind blasting monster, Midna added her own sand to the mix, opening portals to the twilight realm and feeding the sunless deserts of her home into the current, blasting sand into the air and flooding the part of the arena where Ciella would have to pass through and go too with twilight realm’s ethereal white grains.

Maybe the mix of native and exotic sand could soak up moisture in the air and/or simply overwhelmed the foggy weather effect with her own sandstorm, Midna thought, but that wasn't what she was relying on. No, what she was relying on was an interesting quirk of twilight sand, and that was that it sang as it flew with the sweet sound of a siren. Right up until the point that it hit the other siren slinking through the sky. 

Or so Midna hoped.

So she closed her eyes, perked her long pointed impish ears and, when she thought she heard the gap in the song of sand where the harpy crept, she used her shadowhand to hurl the last and most impactful of her office furniture, the busted vending machine from the elevator room, at the place she thought Ciella was.