[center][color=f49ac2][h3]Liliana[/h3][/color][/center]
[@Enkryption], [@Restalaan], [@AzureKnight], [@Hammerman]
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[color=f49ac2][b]"No problem!"[/b][/color] Liliana proclaimed, clearly super proud of herself for successfully saving Atsuhi, and for doing it one super cool spell!

[color=f49ac2][i]"Way to go, me!"[/i]

[i]"Awesome job, me!"[/i]

[i]"Sexy as always, me~!"[/i][/color]

The little fairy's three brain cells cheered her own inside her noggin, like a significantly less royal, narratively meaningful, or future-color-coded state of Alice's brain. And all three brain cells were saying: [color=f49ac2][b]"Keep going!"[/b][/color]

However while the little fairy was feeling herself, Hinami was still raging. Seeing yet another opportunity for heroism, the little fairy would size change and immediately fly over...only to get blown away as Skarsneek's staff created a large enough gust of wind for the tiny fairy to get sent flying back from the speed of the air current. Being sent flying back, Liliana would only be saved by landing in a conveniently placed camellia (Or Tsubaki if you wanna get Zipangunese about it). Head stuck sniffing pollen and her legs kicking in the air, the fairy would pull herself out and shake the yellow pollen from her hair. [color=f49ac2][b]"Ah...Ahh...A-Ahh..."[/b][/color] the fairy said, reeling back before unleashing the tiniest, most adorable sneeze that caused her to shoot back to normal size, then a less-tiny-but-still-as-adorable sneeze that shrunk her back down.

Sniffling and frowning, Liliana would fly back up a bit before sneezing again, back to human size again while she grabbed a nearby unconscious warrior's garb to wipe her nose with. [color=f49ac2][b]"Blegh..."[/b][/color] the fairy complained, before noticing that now Skarsneek had put Hinami in a full Nelson. Whoever Nelson was. But, it seemed under control. [color=f49ac2][b]"I did...my besht..."[/b][/color] the stuffy-nosed fairy reassured herself, patting her shoulders and wings free of pollen.
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[center][color=C48BD3][h3]Eula[/h3][/color][/center]
[@Rezod92], [@Xaltwind]
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It took a significant amount of effort, but now they had managed to subdue all of the Varjan warriors. Words of praise were offered by the monk the other two mamono had traveled with, but...Eula was still a touch confused on the events at hand. 

The green-haired gremlin who had fought from a distance with her drones seemed rather irate, using mechanized servo-arms to compact Varjan armor and tear apart their weapons until they were unusable scrap. A sound strategy, given the quality of the gear the Varjans were using. But, another idea struck her. Maybe the village could use some quality iron like this. Putting that thought aside for the moment, Eula would extend a hand to shake Relica's, very careful to not overexert her strength in any capacity. [color=C48BD3][b]"A pleasure to be of help. I am Eula 039. ...If you really have been asked to come here due to my need of repairs, I apologize. It must be a great inconvenience to travel so far,"[/b][/color] the automaton said while bowing her head. Perhaps now, her second stun gun could function again.

With Relica done introducing herself, next was Kerry. Eula had seen her once before, but they hadn't had a chance to talk. [color=C48BD3][b]"I am glad that, even if on accident, I aided those in need. I'd like to bring this scrap back to the task force's base, but I imagine you all have come for a mission of some kind,"[/b][/color] Eula said, before not even skipping a beat as she picked up a piece of armored scrap from a helmet, and proceeded to crunch it down in her mouth to start analyzing the composition. After a moment of silence, the stoic automaton would make a face of mild disgust before sticking her tongue out. [color=C48BD3][b]"Gah..."[/b][/color] she complained with a single noise, before shaking her head side to side. [color=C48BD3][b]"Composition...sickening, but effective."[/b][/color]

With Eula now standing still, Relica would be able to see the damage to the joints and plating of her right arm, roughly patched up and "scarred" with minor weld marks in her body's attempts to repair rather deep damage.