[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0197c7fe-1399-7399-abc0-8827b761f230.webp[/img] [color=cfff04]”I'm not a furry, I swear!”[/color] [color=888888]— Mac[/color][hider=Tonya “Mac” Murphy] [b]Age: 24/11 | Gender: Female/Female | Illusion, Gravity Body | Power of Friendship, Regeneration, Third Eye | Cradle Coercion, Soul Jar, Martial Training, True Sight, Parasite, Gifted, Awareness, Overcity Shift, Mystic Artifact Magical Overload, Cradle Supply, Connected, Gifted Item (Aigorost) | Monstrous Form, Exposed, Mercy, Distrust Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer[/b] STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03 +46 STR: 20 | AGI: 20 | VIT: 20 | MAG: 20 | LCK: 20 Remaining: 8 Gold, 30 Silver, 39 Bronze Total: 12 Gold, 162 Silver, 183 Bronze [/hider][/center] Chicken Ultra Crushing Mega. The Mad Hatter had to be a bigger weeb than most magical girls. That was the first thought that entered Mac’s head. The second one was that her gambit seemed to pay off. Her companions were likely destroying the eggs as she spoke, and all she had to do was keep this thing busy for as long as possible. No, she would aim to destroy it. Anything that could turn people to stone or lay eggs like that needed to be dealt with swiftly. She had fought by herself in the past, this was merely a return to those times. There were only two parts of her plan that were unexpected. One was getting cut by the chicken kick. She was bound to get hurt tackling something as massive and chickeny as this, but getting sliced by a kick was not a wound she expected to take. Chickens did have sharp claws, but that was it. Claws were only sharp at the tip, and that allowed the chicken to scratch the ground and other chickens. Something like a straight kick that would throw Mac like a ragdoll across the empty dreamscape wouldn’t have allowed the bird to also scratch her. Despite this, she had been wounded and would have to accept it. The super clucker (abridged name) continued to confound by having the ability to cast aside illusions like they were physical objects. Her third eye hadn’t revealed any trickery, but she knew better than to rely completely on any of her many magic detection abilities. But magic was too unpredictable to not have some way of observing it when it was possible. Presently, the issue was that she was being charged down by an enemy she couldn’t look at directly. The solution to this could have been simple. Her Ghetto Endless Eclipse could be held over her eyes to allow her to look at the chicken indirectly and protect her own vision. The issue with this, aside from using both hands, was that she wasn’t sure if it was worth going mad over. Next was to just fight the damn thing. She didn’t have to look at the super clucker to fight it. It’s legs were easily it’s most vulnerable part, and she could just hide under its plumage and go to town on them. Of course it risked going south somehow. The chicken seemed to have potent arcane defences. Maybe as an option Z this would work, but not as a first. Her final idea was to… romance it? It was a hair brained and silly idea, but it seemed to work for Magical Dream Princess. A lot of that was probably her magic, but part of Mac really wanted to try befriending the feathered giant. Aside from hugging it, throwing a one liner at it, and giving it the tackiest sunglasses she could manage, Mac didn’t feel like she did anything to warrant an all out battle with the creature. It was clearly upset at everything that was going on. Chickens were relatively intelligent creatures despite what most believed. They could do math, feel empathy, and had complex social structures. The super clucker seemed to perceive her illusions as being real, so maybe there was something she could do. Mac pointed forward to the super clucker and a portal opened up. An illusionary one, but that hardly mattered. On the other side was what looked like a giant rooster, who strut his way out of the portal. He preened himself while the portal closed behind him. [color=cfff04][i]*buck buck buck*[/i][/color] An illusionary bag of feed appeared in Mac’s hand. She began to cast the seed on the ground, and the rooster started to peck away at it. If the super clucker could cast sunglasses off of its head, maybe it could eat illusionary seed? [hr] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/8832ab6c-c340-4f56-97e4-c5b8a8979eb4.png[/img] [color=violet]"Damn nature, you scary.”[/color] [color=888888]— Chloe Irving[/color] [hider=Chloe Irving] 03 03 03 03 03 10 10 06 17 04 23/12 | Babe/Baby | Spirit Mystic orb, Gauntlets | Third Eye, Tentacles | Horror Wings, Enhanced Outfit, Big Damn Hero, Blood Magic, Interdimensional Home, Sorcery, Enhanced Transformation Dominator | Dark Weapon Nagash 6 Gold, 9 silver, 13 bronze [/hider] [/center] [color=violet]"...What?”[/color] Chloe could have said that in reaction to anything. How the queen flip flopped on issues, her backpedaling, missing important details that she had already stated earlier. The queen was no debate champ that was for damn sure. But what got Chloe to “what” this time was how the seemingly invincible and almighty queen of hearts was sent running by one of her skeletal siege engines. Was this queen the big bad everyone was so scared of? Chloe couldn’t help but let out an impish laugh. [color=violet]"That’s right! Run!”[/color] She laughed again. [color=violet]"That’s right! Run!”[/color] She gave chase on her mount, which was usually fast enough to keep up with her victims. But that did not seem to be the case this time. Then some stuff happened, but it seemed like Alex had it taken care of. Apparently his cute little mascots were actually vicious killers. [color=violet]"...What?”[/color] She looked at everyone present, eventually resting her eyes on Connie. [color=violet]"...What?”[/color]