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[b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 6[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]//////////////////////[/color]///////////////////////////////////////// (22/60)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b]  Sandswept Sky -  Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
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Chaos and calamity echoed through the arena as Shadow and Ciella went at it. A little part of Midna debated itself as to whether having the two powerhouses go at it front he start would have been a better or worse way to handle the madwoman (while another vicious part of her simply found Ciella’s screams of pain very cathartic), but after sending sand their way she stuck to her self given task of preventing ring-outs.

Using her own magic to hold her wounded form aloft, she relied on the concentrated magics of the outsiders to do all the heavy lifting work that she herself could not do. Her shadowhand hauled up the battered but not broken bodies of those of the the resistance (and Braum) she could fine down to the safest and most stable part of the arena. Considering two of the three were absolute beefcakes, this was easier said than done. She could at least relieve them of some of their heavier possessions for the duration of the trip, hammer and shield both were sent to the twilight realm, but that still left their bulk and the knight’s armor (of which was not going to try and strip the man of, easier as that may have made carrying him), which made Reinhardt take up most of her time transporting. The far leanly built Mordecai weighed as much as a feather by comparison.

The spirits of the fallen had their own burden on her conscience, though that weight was quickly banished when she summoned a spare jar from among the rebel’s stolen goods and repurposed it as a spirit holding container. She would not let their deaths be for nothing at the very least.

She was just in the process of dropping off Mordecai when the battle of bird and hedgehog came crashing down to the ground in a cacophonous finale.

[color=Aquamarine]”Goddesses”[/color] she swore as they smashed down, turning her shadowhand from man carrier to guardian arm just in time for it to guard against the deluge of water to slosh over the entire arena, threatening to sweep all of them into the cracks and down into the barrier. No, not the barrier, Midna realized as she hunkered among her rescuers and weathered the storm. Into the now exposed void below.

[color=Aquamarine]”Is she-?”[/color] Midna began to ask herself, only to see that Ciella had not in fact died, but she had been de powered and her arms and face where in ruin. It was unclear if she could still fight. If she couldn't, then it looked like she would survive for much longer, as Shadow lined up another energy spear to finish the job. 

Midna could have tried tossing something, or using a stolen gun to shoot at him, to intervene but neither of those had good odds of hitting home due to distance, inexperience and her wounded state. Also frankly, at this point Midna didn't really care what happened to Ciella. Indeed, her dying here would make things so much simpler in the short term.

She didn't take action to try and ensure that occurred either however. Focusing on Ciella had already cost lives, and there were still rebels unaccounted for as either spirits or bodies. So once she was sure the 3 she had found were secure she set out, seeking the gunner, the warrior and the sniper’s avian companion to ensure they too were not at risk of falling or being caught in the crossfire.

She paused then, thinking of those she sought, and then turned to the sniper himself, tapping her chest and drawing out a friend heart. There was risk to reviving one of the rebels, she thought, but there was also a risk of leaving them behind undefended as well.

But she had leverage over this one, or so she hoped.

[color=Aquamarine]”You were controlled, now you are free. Now do me a favor and keep them safe ”[/color] she rapidly explained and then nodded to the two heavyweights [color=Aquamarine]”from anyone with glowing red eyes while I go find your bird. Deal? Also try not to kill anyone, this nightmare has cost enough lives already”[/color]

If he agreed to act as guardian, and she believed him to be speaking honestly, then she’d use her shadow hand to toss him the [url=https://i.imgur.com/55zfd8V.png]Prowler[/url] (which she had taken from among the ruins of the entry office) for his troubles, after which the princess would do as she had said, and seek out his companion, as well as anyone else who who was out of it and was thus unable to protect themselves or keep themselves on level ground.