[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5r7OTIh.png[/img]
[b][color=Aquamarine]wordcount:[/color][/b] 602 (+1) (+16)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 9[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color](134/90)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b] The Astral Plane -> S.O.U. hideout
[color=Aquamarine]Warp Charges:[/color] 3 (+1 from exp reward)
[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]

After the retaliation fire ended her ability to bombarded the chimera from afar Midna had moved towards the melee with dancing steps. Each twirling advance slowed her steps in the moment, but increased them greatly over all as the dragon dances empowered her, till the harbinger’s burden had been overcome and she was blazing across the uncanny terrain of the astral plane. 

That speed turned out to be invaluable, as it let her move fast enough to get out of the way of the predictable strikes of their hulking foe. Meanwhile the other half of the buff empowered her blows massively, letting her hammer the titan with crushing shadow hand strikes, and made it so that her comparatively puny axe blows were not relying entirely on the lighting they unleashed in conjunction with every strike.

Despite the empowerment it was still a long and hard fought battle, and by the end Midna was bone tired from exertion and stress, her nerves raw from being loaded with draconic energy for too long, her interdimensional ax blunted from repeated hammering against armor, and her body was slick with sweat, dashes of her own blood and that cloying dirty feeling that must have been the realms corruption.

It was to her palpable relief then, that the professionals arrived just in the nick of time to bail them out both the immediate doom of the chimera's final attack, and then also out of being turned into mutants by the realm’s radiation.

The way they did both of those was fascinating to Midna, as the Neuron troopers summoned fourth chimaras of their own, only visible and blue instead of the red of the one they had been fighting. It was like they were using strikers almost, she thought at first, or something in between her own summoning magic and strikers. However they did it, she was really interested to find out, especially if it was some kind of enhanced striker thing.

They did, after all, have a spirit of one of the chimeras in their possession, one with an ominous red hue to it that the princess assumed indicated the dangers using it must entail. Or to be more specific, Midna had it, having snagged it and subsequently bottled it and stashed it in the twilight realm where it would stay till they weren't going to be observed by the authorities. 

Not that, unlike the other two groups, she had anything bad to say about Neuron themselves at the moment, given their daring rescue, something she made sure to thank them for.

That and the lift back to the S.O.U. Hideout. There in an exhausted Princess swiftly washed and bandaged herself, before pulling together a regal amount of pillows on a sofa, popping her helmet and the bottled chimera on a coffee table, and then curling up under a blanket. 

It had been a long hard day, and there was no doubt that the next would be just as if not more strenuous. They had a plethora of leads to go off of, and yet no sure fire path as to how to handle even one of the crises. The question of what in the world they were going to do next hung in the air and in Midna’s mind till she forcibly dismissed it. 

There was no point, she thought, of letting it worry her weary mind, and soon after she was free of those thoughts, she dropped away into sleep, one that exhaustion made blessedly dreamless. 

For she knew that what she had seen this day would plague her for the rest of her days.