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[color=seagreen]“I wonder if Willow will get jealous if I try to rizz up the light girl?”[/color]

[color=888888]— Rei Ishiko[/color][/center]

When Hizuki informed Rei that she would, actually, not be changing her attitude, the mysterious girl only shrugged her shoulders. [color=seagreen]“I suppose we'll have to hope I find you interesting as is, won't we?”[/color] Rei turned away from Hizuki as soon as she asked what they needed miseria for. [color=seagreen]“I take it your new to this?”[/color] The only answer she got was Hizuki engaging with the strange miseria. [color=seagreen]“Miseria are made out of negative emotions. A dark girl inherits their power when she slays them.”[/color] She scratched behind her ear as a flurry of light beams were fired off. [color=seagreen]“You didn't think we got stronger by being subservient to others, did you? Miseria like the ones you're fighting now are exceptional. I don't think they come around the City of Light.”[/color]

The abomination hopped backwards as Hizuki rained sunlight on it. She managed to catch it's beak with a shot, but it's body held together. A normal miseria would have been naught but ash and smoke, but creatures such as this continued to defy expectations.

Smoke rose off of the foul creature’s beak. It had just enough time to shake off the vertigo before Hizuki came in with her spear. Only, no, that was a feint. With a twitch, it’s saw shaped wing swatted the spear head off course. This, too, was something that miseria shouldn’t have been able to do. Miseria were collections of negative emotions that “thought” only of feeding. They shouldn’t have been able to adapt to Hizuki so quickly. 

Hizuki was able to get her spear up to defend from the next attack, but when the saw-wing connected, the miseria reached for the spear with its gnarled hands. With three appendages on her weapon, it let out a battle shriek, and a deep, violet light glowed from the depths of its short beak.

It would be prudent to not to get hit by that.  

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[color=tomato]”I-I can post fast too!”[/color]

[color=888888]— Suki Oyama[/color][/center]

The miseria didn’t seem particularly threatened by the pocket knife. With Oros holding Rainbow by the armpits, and Rainbow’s leg pulled taught by the abomination, her arms would need to grow about a foot longer for her knife to have any effect. 

[color=tomato]"I’ve got an idea!”[/color] Oros tried her best to sound pleased, but Rainbow could feel otherwise.  But this was okay, because Oros had a plan.

Then Bedshaker came out of nowhere and planted her fist, firmly, on the side of the miseria’s cranium. It’s grip did not fully loosen, but it was thrown free of Rainbow with only Rainbow’s blood stained pants leg to show for her troubles. Oros’s expression instantly soured when Bedshaker began giving out orders. Right, like everybody wasn’t [i]already[/i] doing all that crap. That big beam of glowing energy that could outshine the northern lights? Preeeeeety sure that’s a good indication of what she’s shooting at. Also, is anyone supposed to be surprised that you’re taking on the giant while the rest of us deal with the “trash mobs” or whatever? Here’s a novel idea, Roach: use your shield to block things. Also, maybe start carrying around a box of tissues for your next sob session.

Fortunately, the self important magical girl was gone relatively soon. [color=tomato]"Well, that [i]was[/i] going to be pretty cool.”[/color] After staring after Bedshaker a bit longer, Oros looked back at Rainbow. [color=tomato]"You believe me, right?”[/color] 

Oros looked to where the bird man had tumbled off to, but it didn’t appear that they were there. She set Rainbow against the wall of a pharmacy and looked down either side of the street. It could be coming from the left, it could be coming from the right, but it definitely wasn’t coming from both. That would only be possible if they could split themselves in half, which was ridiculous. And that was ridiculous, and that didn’t happen.

But a more elegant solution was for two of them to attack. 

Oros couldn’t even perceive them before two abominations kicked her on either side. She could swear she could hear her ribs cracking, and was thankful to have enough control over her own blood to prevent herself from bleeding internally. One of the creatures went to bite off her head, but she was able to get her arm around its neck and hold it in a headlock. The other one swung its scythe-like arm at Oros, and she swatted the blade off to the side. This, however, allowed the creature to bite off her hand. With a groan, Oros retaliated by forcing a trio of bloody tendrils out of her stump to hold the creature by the neck. As they wrapped around it’s neck, the abomination lashed out with its talons, cutting straight into Oros’s stomach. But every bleeding wound was a potential weapon for Oros. The creature’s leg was caught in a pair of blood red mandibles, courtesy of the new wound that had been inflicted on Oros. 

All of this played out in front of Acid Drop, who still hadn’t found her script. But perhaps she never had a place on the stage. Maybe as a spectator, it was her place to watch everything unfold from the sidelines.