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[Homura eagerly throws himself into the battle, with a single caveat; from time to time, when he moves on to a new group of enemies, anyone close enough might hear him offer them a chance to leave with their lives.

Once the Third Party approaches, however, the demi-god wields his sword without mercy, moving with strength and speed far beyond ordinary mortals. His abilities to teleport and create flame are all but completely unfettered, and even with the chain still binding his wrists, Homura will appear to have little difficulty even when severely outnumbered. These are the sorts of battles he's fought for centuries, after all. The primary difficulty he faces are accounting for his wings: they create a vulnerability Homura has yet to fully account for.]

You were thinking, "What's a nice woman like me doing in a place like this?" [So dry. She's not really sure if Sayo is the bantering type, so she risks ducking a faint smile over her shoulder.]

It's okay. Another few minutes and we'll be back to where we belong.

I didn't say that it would be quick, but even if it's only a scratch, it is a start. [Any hope is hope.]

[She manages a little smile of her own at that, even if the situation made her humor feel as heavy as a bag of weights.]

I've never seen something like this thing before, Nami-san!

[looking down at the waver]

Is it—something I've forgotten?

Nope! This is called a waver. It's from my world. You can use them over the water, too. They're very hard to use - I think I'm the only one outside the Sky Islands who actually does.

[Small talk in a warzone? Why, yes. |D]

[Today, Ven's wearing his armor; given how dangerous the situation is, he can't risk getting to roughed up, especially if anyone needs his assistance.

He'll rotate between using his Glider to survey the area from above and keeping close to the ground to protect civilians and noncombatants.

When he does come across an enemy, he'll retaliate with ranged attacks including Zero Graviga, which briefly traps them in the air, Fission Firaga, an exploding ball of fire, and Tornado. Should Shifters approach, however, his strategy will change, focusing mainly on physical blows.

All the while, though, he's keeping his eyes out for Vanitas and trying to stick close to others; he can't risk being separated, in part because he wants to protect people and also because he'd rather not be too vulnerable under these circumstances. This becomes even more important as the week progresses, as the fighting takes its toll on him mentally and physically; true, he's fought before, but never like this.]

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[If you happen to be outside in the dark and looking up, you may see a pair of glowing red eyes peering back at you from the roof. They are intensely creepy.

And then they quickly disappear to a degree, resuming their regard of the night sky. She's keeping watch, really!

...Flandre can't help glancing back down to ground level, though. Or fluttering from one patch of roof to another at random intervals.

Occasionally, a distant and...disturbingly wet crack is heard, and a bloody bundle of feather and flesh that used to be a Third Party scout crumples out of the air. There aren't too many of them, but.

Don't mind the slightly creepy childish giggling at each kill over your heads.

Or, do. However you're so inclined.]

[First day, and already the place is busy as hell. Violence, noise, the firing of shots and clash of metal reaching far and wide, even to where Sanji's currently lurching around, arms outstretched before he forces them down and nearly tilts off balance because he's too disoriented to account for the movement and--

... Yes, there's something very wrong going on here. His face has skipped a normal pale and gone straight to sheet white, and the only reason he's not shaking is because he refuses to keep still. He jerks, stops on unsteady feet, then walks on with his head swinging wildly back and forth, like stopping will sink him further into realization.

Fuck. This is-- shit. His eyes are open - he can feel the muscles tense and flutter over his eyes, but the like a faulty screen, everything stays the same dreary black as before.

This is not good.]

[Kohaku will be doing the only things she's allowing herself to do when she's outside..which would be watching over those who can't fight, and healing the people who get hurt.

But at any loud noises, or just plain creepy noises, anybody near her will see flinch.

Nope, it's not going to be long before she officially freaks out.]

[It's not that Nami isn't going to work out immediately that something's wrong, but for a moment she says nothing, too baffled at his first movements to really comprehend. But as his face blanches white, Nami reaches forward, snapping out of her own confusion-- hands gripping him by the shoulders to ground him, because there's a rising sense of horror within at the wild, unfocused look on his face.]

Sanji?

[It doesn't really need to be said, but at any given point of those day, Wolfwood should feel a familiar pressure against his back. No words need to be said who's back has been pressed up against yours now is there? It just happens.]

[It's a surprise to be thrown into battle to find out that he can't see a damn thing. In an instant, the world goes black and he grits his teeth, tightens his hand on the blade and focuses his attention, trying to make up for the handicap he seems to have appeared with.

His other hand goes out to the side with a quiet murmur of Rikaku's name, and he feels Rokuta's shirei's reassuring presence. Whatever was happening here, he knew, at least, that he had Rikaku to cover him at his most vulnerable.

His blade sings as he slices at the enemies though its clear from his movements that Shouryuu's not at his best. Rikaku's at his side, doing what he can, but they could probably use any help anyone might be able to provide.]

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[Of course. Only you'd have the nerve to go back-to-back with someone carrying a giant cross firing at such crazy intervals. He pauses for a moment, eyes locked elsewhere, and then draws his handgun to aim it right over Vash's shoulder to shoot through an enemy Party Member's wing.

Enough to make them have to land, at any rate.]

They're lessening up.

[Which makes him wonder if they were dwindling in the day's numbers, or if they were planning to all swoop in at once and try to kill of more defense post people.]

[He nearly launches her off at the touch - shit who the hell is that don't touch me - and even when the familiar voice registers, he can't stop tensing. He can't even--]

... Nami-san. [It's all he can get out, a croak of her name. He stares wide-eyed at where he figures her eyes to be... and if he realized he was staring at her cheek, he would close them to save himself the growing hysteria.]

[ god, she feels -- like someone hit her with a hammer. Xion's ... never actually been sick. sniffles maybe, but truly ill? never. not once in her short life.

it feels like she's dying. this flu stuff is for the birds.

also she's green. bright green. we're talking kermit green. it's a little ... odd.

it's difficult -- extremely so -- to stay on her feet, stay balanced and focused, when she's running a high fever and her entire body hurts. but she knows what she's here to do... and she just refuses to be a liability. so she'll go out there, and she'll fight anyone within range of her magic -- but she's slow, barely able, and it's clear she shouldn't even be on her feet, for those first few hours. her swaxe and bow both go unused.

at one point, she will retreat briefly back to the noncombatants, near collapse from the strain.

also, have I mentioned she's green? green. what a terrible color. ]

[Things start out innocently enough, or so much as they can, given that Mihai is currently trying to murder flying members of an approaching army before they can kill him or any of the people sheltered in the defensive center. But the shots he's attempting are clean, guarenteed kills. The targets should only experience a fleeting moment of pain at worst, most going down without so much as realizing that they've been hit.

Should. In actuallity, Mihai is missing his shots, frequently enough that his reputation might end up in the gutter if this were his home. As it stands, Mihai's left wondering about the cause. The riffled he's using worked fine the day before, and nothing should have happened in the brief period since. But when it keeps happening even after he switches to his familiar colts, Mihai knows that there's more to this than equipment malfunctions.

It takes several more test fires to realize just what's going on; gunfire that would easily be attributed to background noise actually sounds as more of an echo of his own, and Mihai's intended targets are being hit by a second shooter--one not going for vital points. Experience points Mihai in the right direction then, until he finds a blonde man in a red coat.]

Do you mind? I'd really rather not be wasting bullets.

[On the first day, Ian found himself in a tight spot. He felt a strange nauseous feeling upon entering the battlefield, but soon after he'd found himself in a more cruel predicament—upon trying to move his arms, he'd found that they refused. His legs... his torso, everything else, moved just fine.

Just his damn arms.

Fortunately he's managed to keep the pack slung around his shoulder, dangling at his hip, in case anyone needed medicine. But otherwise? He'll just be ducking around and hiding as much as he can. It's a good thing he's fantastic at running and screaming like a baby.

As seen while he's RUNNING FOR HIS LIFE FROM AN ANGEL.]

H-hey, wait?! Can't we be all friendly like—!?

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Eh? [Vash points to himself in utter confusion. And... nearly shoots himself in the foot in the process.] AHHHHHHHH! SCARY!

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Yeah, they- [Aims directly to his right to effortlessly shoot the wing of an oncoming third party member. Without even take a pause in his speaking.] -are. I hope the offensive people are alright.

[...maybe it's finally happened. Maybe his age has caught up with him at last, and Mihai's losing his marbles. Or his eyesight anyway; even just eyeing the angle of the shot from a distance is normally enough for Mihai to figure out where it came from. It has to be, given how necessary the skill is for Mihai's continued survival. But this guy doesn't seem capable of making those shots--so what the hell is going on?

Well, one way to find out for sure. Mihai eyes the man, still skeptical, then takes quick aim for an approaching Third Party soldier. It's still far off enough to be of minimal risk, and Mihai fires at it's head, in what will definitely be a lethal shot--should it land.]

Wow, that's really fantastic... I know I definitely couldn't use one of these, considering how clumsy and air-headed I can be! [She manages a little laugh, before clinging again when the waver jumps a little.]

Is everyone else doing alright? I haven't been able to see much of anyone since I entered the tunnels...!

[Yep, she's generally forgotten what happened on the first day. Good job, Sayo.]

Though... for some reason, I remember speaking with Sanji-san and you...! Isn't that the strangest thing?

[Vash appears to see something in the distance and starts shouting to someone and waving his gun like a moron.] Hey you over there! Be car-[Opps? Did he just fire his gun?] WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! [As Vash falls backwards to the ground from "shock and surprise" Mihai may find that his bullet found the Third Party member's wing instead of his head.]

[There's a small pause as she registers that forgetting. A whole day...? And it occurs to her to wonder, for the first time, if the mushi in her head has free rein here. No power cap...]

...Everyone's doing fine. We've only had a few light injuries so far. [No use saying these things stack up and get worse as time goes on.]

[Congratulations, Vash. You have officially created a more unbelievable sight for Mihai than when he watched a nicotine-deprived PI mow down a mafia family, all for the want of a cigarette. On the surface, this situation is absolutely ridiculous. The guy is screaming and flailing like he doesn't have a clue, and randomly firing his gun at that.

But Mihai is watching for that shot, and when it sounds he does indeed look in the direction where it has been aimed. Yet another miss on his part--but can it really be for the reason he's thinking?

It's an obviously stunned old man looking in Vash's direction now. Mihai's good, with skills developed over the course of a long kill-or-be-killed career as a hitman. But shooting to deflect bullets isn't even something he'd try without being fairly desperate. This guy, though? Has done it multiple times without a single miss.]

All right. Why? [Although he's got an idea, Mihai wants to hear it from this guy's mouth. Hell, he almost needs to in order to believe it.]

[It's all the confirmation she needs.]

...you can't see. You-- [Biting off the words before the fury can be heard, though there's low tension in her voice now.] Sanji-kun, it's all right. It's-- it's temporary. [Right? It damn well better be. Her hands squeeze his shoulders gently and then light touch their way down to his elbows instead so he knows what she's doing.] Come on.

[Gonna just...try leading him somewhere out of the way and hopefully a little quieter.]

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