[center] [color=f49ac2]Sakura Level 9: 03/90[/color] [color=fff200]Karin Level 4: 26/40[/color] Location: Kunad Highway Word Count: 1284 Points Gained: 3 New EXP Balance--- [color=f49ac2]Sakura Level 9: 06/90 (pending) [/color] [indent][color=fff200]Karin Level 4: No Points Added I Just Want to Reuse this banner without edits okay thanks/40 [/color][/indent] [img]https://i.imgur.com/5r7OTIh.png[/img] [b][color=Aquamarine]wordcount:[/color][/b] 1284 (+3) [b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 8[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color](115/80) [b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b] Kunad Highway [color=Aquamarine]Warp Charges:[/color] 0 [hider=warp locations] Virgin Victory teleport room Top of the Split mountain Outside the Convent of Our Lady of the Charred Visage Tostarena Town [/hider] [/center] The convoy blazed past Midna’s little rest stop, but while her fingers itched on the trigger, she held off firing, muttering [color=Aquamarine]”wait for it, wait for it”[/color] to herself before her eyes locked onto and then the turret swiveled towards her intended target [color=Aquamarine]”there you are!”[/color] she cried out, before pulling the trigger of the gun she had not actually practiced firing yet. The kick of it took her by surprise, and so her first shots hit nothing but sky, but she quickly corrected and then tracked her target while declaring that [color=Aquamarine]”Trumpets blow! When I get home I’m gonna replace the one the royal herald has with a flute. Or a big drum!”[/color] a taunt which would likely not be heard over her torrent of bullets messing up the trumpeter. She kept blazing him till the convoy took a corner. Then she spun around in the turret, so it was facing the other way, did half a backflip, grabbed the back of the driver seat, and pulled herself down into it to complete the (levitation assisted) flip. Butt planted on her booster throne, the princess grabbed the wheel in her hands and then, with a [color=Aquamarine]”Step on the gas!”[/color] drove her foot home and gunned the engine of the warthog. [center] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDsGxivYRnk[/youtube] [/center] The engine of the warmachine growled to life and she was off, the princess racing to catch up with the trucks and, while they were fast and had more experienced drivers, the light reconnaissance vehicle more than made up for Midna’s driving skills with raw power of its liquid-cooled hydrogen-injected ICE engine. [color=Aquamarine]”Ready or not, here I come!”[/color] Midna yelled over the noise as she rounded a corner and found herself hot on the heels of the convoy. Hot on her heels? A howling storm of sand she’d dragged out of her home while catching up, all now ready to act as a reserve of ammunition she could command without letting go of the wheel. Which was good, because without a crew, and with her Initiate strikers on cooldown (the chilfos she knew would have no idea how to use the turret), she didn't actually have anyone to man the free spinning chain gun behind her. Things as she found them, did not look good, and she couldn't even see the incoming head on collision of yet more trucks. None of the demons were dead, least of all the trumpeter, who was just finishing unleashing a wave of disappear on the crew when she arrived and started pulling up towards the bus. Then, before she could even begin to try and assess how she could help, that same trumpeter turned his gaze (though not his trumpet, that had vanished at some point apparently) back to her and unleashed yet more nuclear devastation. Her and the bike riding Sakura had to evade. Sakura had barely managed to draw back this far, the motorcycle rattling beneath her. Clenching the handlebars so tight she was dealing grey damage to herself, Sakura wished Poppi was available to make good on what she said earlier. When the Trumpeter turned its nuclear attention towards her, Sakura’s heart leapt into her throat and she wrenched the motorcycle to the right, closer to Midna’s warthog. Scraping through a pothole, the bike started to wobble. [color=f49ac2]”I’M GONNA FREAKING DIE!” [/color] Sakura yelled in dismay, seconds away from losing control entirely. Midna wasn’t exactly having the best time either, but the warthog’s intuitive controls and sturdier body were seemingly more reassuring than the flimsy civilian bike. It was definitely more reassuring than the bike, Midna mentally corrected herself and rapidly tried to work out what she could do to stop the streetfighter wiping out. [color=Aquamarine]”Goddesses, um, ah, hold on I can grab you!”[/color] she resolved upon, extending out a shadow hand, and trying to effectively do the reverse of what she had done when demonstrating how she might deploy a bike in-order to snatch Sakura and her vehicle from the street before both were reduced to atoms or a smear of blood and oil. Sakura gasped as the shadow hand rescued her from her crash. Even if she was pressed somewhat uncomfortably against the bike in the grip, she was very grateful. [color=f49ac2]”I- I’m gonna live?!”[/color] She shouted, holding on tight and preparing for explosive impact. The one aimed for her struck the ground a few feet to where she had been- but even with a successful dodge the Trumpeter would no doubt have succeeded in causing her to crash. As for the explosion aimed at Midna, well, once she had Sakura she said [color=Aquamarine]”Step on the breaks”[/color] to herself as she did just that, slowing and swerving to dodge the explosion shot to land ahead of her, tires screeching as they burned rubber against the road. She pulled the car straight again, and then, now that she had a bit more space between herself and the herald of the end times, slapped a hand up to tap the wheel of the motorbike. A portal opened on the car itself, and sucked up the bike to pop it into the twilight realm right next to its remaining sibling, leaving Sakura’s legs hanging free, and leaving the princess free to plop her down somewhere. [color=Aquamarine]”Gun or seat!”[/color] she called up [color=f49ac2]”Wha- huh?!”[/color] Sakura said, her hair literally frazzled as she swung her legs around without purpose. [color=Aquamarine]”Gun it is, grab on!”[/color] Midna said, as she lowered the woman onto the back of the warthog, setting her feet down placing her in front of the chaingun’s handles. Sakura grabbed onto the handles and planted her feet, happy to be on something close to solid ground. It took her a few moments to process just what the heck she was looking at as the futuristic machine gun rested in front of her. There were two handles with no trigger, and a lower handle with what definitely looked like a trigger. [color=f49ac2]”U-uh!”[/color] The Trumpeter loomed a medium distance away. She glanced over to where she heard the alert to the wild trucks. They had to catch up! Sakura braced herself and aimed the machine gun high into the sky where she knew it wouldn’t hit anyone. She reached down and grabbed the primary trigger with one hand and pulled it, the machine gun spitting hot lead at a lethal rate, causing Sakura to flinch in surprise. But, if started treating it like she would her ship girl guns, even though those skills had left her now, the memories hadn’t. Steadying her nerves, she held down the trigger and watched the stream of bullets. She used that to aim, guiding the bullets like a hose towards the Trumpeter. It rattled her arms and quaked her core as she fired upon the demon. [color=f49ac2]”Ste-e-e-e-p o-o-o-n i-i-i-t!”[/color] She called out, barely audible over the sound of the gun. [color=Aquamarine]”Stepping!”[/color] Midna called back as she did so, putting pedal to the metal to try and catch back up with the convoy. Not satisfied with simply driving, Midna initiated the plan she had made to be able to fight while still keeping her hands on the wheel. She pointed two fingers of her steering wheel gripping hands forwards, and sent her sandstorm howling over the top of them. Rather than sweeping it through the party however, she used the looming mass as a source for more direct attacks, using flicks of her fingers to send blasts of sand down at the trumpeter to try and throw off its aim, and doing the same to any other demon that tried to attack them directly. Mostly, however, she focused on keeping them on the road and unnuked, something likely easier said than done.