[table][row][/row][row][cell][b][h3]CLEANERS[/h3][/b][list][*][color=78ed34]Hon[color=628794]est[/color][/color][list][*]Tough Love: Refuses to act unless ??? or ???[/list]
[*][color=ffffff]Yasu[/color]
[*][color=ffffff]Cam[/color]
[*][color=628794]Nils[/color]
[*][color=ffffff]Emma[/color][/list][/cell][cell][b][h3]TARGET LIST[/h3][/b][list][*][color=ff4040]Lion-headed Ringleader[/color] [SUP][HEALTHY] [2][/SUP]
[list][*]Beast of Rage: ???
[*]???: ???[/list]
[*][color=ff4040]Half-Man Sized Car[/color] [SUP][UPTURNED] [1][/SUP]
[list][*]Clown Car: If possible, creates another clown.[/list]
[*][color=ffcc80]Elephant-headed Unicyclist[/color] [SUP][HEALTHY] [1][/SUP]
[*][color=ffcc80]Elephant-headed Trapeze[/color] [SUP][DISMEMBERED] [1?][/SUP]
[*][color=dabfe0][i][s]Clown with Accordion Arms[/s][/i][/color]
[*][color=dabfe0][s][i]Clown with Oversized Axe[/i][/s][/color]
[*][color=dabfe0]Clown with Undersized Mallet[/color]
[*][color=dabfe0][s][i]Clown Covered in Party Poppers[/i][/s][/color][/list][/cell][/row][row][cell][color=78ed34]Special characters have special qualities that may be hidden until they become apparent.[/color]
[color=628794]Undetected characters can freely act until detected, but can only take one action that would reveal them.[/color][/cell][cell][color=ff4040]Elite entities require multiple actions to fell and have special (possibly unknown) characteristics.[/color]
[color=ffcc80]Greater entities may require multiple actions to fell.[/color]
[color=dabfe0]Lesser entities can be slain by a single action.[/color]
[color=000000][s][i]Destroyed entities are usually out of the fight[/i][/s][/color]
[sub][state] denotes their current state and [#] denotes how many actions they can perform each round.
> {Name} denotes who the enemy is currently focusing on.[/sub][/cell][/row][/table][hr][hr]

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With a swift cut of the blade, the trapeze had been wrested from its ceiling domain. It plummeted to the ground, its natural fortitude preventing damage from the fall. The stage was a different story as the trapeze's body created an indent. The trapeze didn't move in response; it required a brief moment to recover.

The supernatural did not conventionally have brains, but they were still beholden to the concept. If a monster had a head, slicing it off would defeat it. Of course, that only held true if the monster didn't possess using qualities like false body parts and regeneration. Luckily for Yasu and Emma, this was a case of a simple monster. The mind of the trapeze, if mind was even the appropriate word for it, was contained within the dangling body.

If they managed to--or even wanted to--grasp the limp length of sinew that now helplessly dangled from the roof, they could dangle above the stage out of reach. However, the falling party streamers and lumps of flesh signified that the sinew would not last long.

The performance was ruined. That's what the expression of the ringleader's face said. It warped and contorted with rage and anger. Its previous disgust at the troupe's lack of audience seemed to be nothing in comparison. The whip cracked as the ringleader swung it. This time, it slashed a deep gouge on the stage. It would stop these interlopers from ruining its performance. It approached Yasu as a quiet growl escaped its lips. The difference in height became apparent with each step; the ringleader was approximately two Yasu tall.

The unicyclist had chosen a different target. Not swayed by an innate rage, it had chosen to violently throw its pins at Emma with a remarkable lack of accuracy.

Reckless brutality was enough to silence the accordion clown. Cam's choice to bite down the neck of the axe clown wasn't the best. What flooded her mouth was not the familiar taste of blood, flesh, and evil. What she had tasted was spoiled cream and mouldy pastries. It wasn't poison, but it was still not pleasant for someone who one job away from eating the finest the district had to offer.

But there was one thing Cam's violence missed: the true reason why the clowns were trying to upturn the car.

A rumbling came in front of the bestial cleaner. The innards of the car groaned and creaked. The doors rattled as something tried to emerge. Suddenly, it stopped. A brief moment of silence before the door violently swung open. A clown covered in party poppers had been launched towards Cam.

A supernatural car that lacked eyes, of course, could not aim. The party-popper clown flew above her by a few feet and did what it does best: exploded in a shower of red mist and confetti as it struck the ground behind her.

At first, the mallet clown was as distracted as Cam was. Bewilderment turned to scorn as tears (blue paint, rather) began to flow from its glassy eyes. It swung violently at Cam, its surprisingly quick little swings only diminished by the fact that its arms and choice of weapon were too small to even scrape her skin. Cam could have simply stuck her hand on the clown's forehead to completely stop his reckless advance.

Poor mallet clown.