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Panda:
Nanako

Nanako frowned as she watched Costin's arm come crawling back to him, floating in, then reattaching itself. Her own bruises and cuts, numerous as they were, were healing in short order as well, but all the same she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. Least of all because of the fading aches, leaving her with little more than a flush and a sweeter ache than the rest.

"Well, aren't you insatiable," Nanako remarked, frustration making those whispers press all that much harder against the back of her mind, "We haven't even finished yet and you're already looking for someone else?"

"Or have you gotten bored already?" the squirrel girl cocked an eyebrow as the robed woman snapped her fingers, golems rearranging themselves from broken bricks, asphalt, and steel. She stretched her arms up for a moment and arched her back with a quiet groan, chest pushing out with the motion and straining against her meager top, already worn and torn from their scuffle. With that, she launched back into the fray, rapidly closing the distance and letting fly with a thunderous push kick, trying to launch him into one of the golems and curious to see how tough they were.

Kotomine_Rin:
Costin

This time, he didn't dodge or block - he hardly had the time to even blink. The beastgirl's impact was something else entirely, caving his ribcage in with one swift strike. He was launched back wildly like a comet.

So why the hell did he look so happy?

"Woah!" Just as it looked like his body would slam into the golem, Costin arched back and flipped his body, using his momentum to arch over the first familiar and land a dropkick on its shoulder. An explosion of force. "Hey, aren'tcha pretty tough." And like a demon, his strike sent it straight into the concrete like a whack-a-mole, visibly cracking it somewhat. For the devil destroys, and all it destroys is sent back to hell.

More were coming, dozens upon dozens. Rather than wait, he took the initiative this time - running forward like a black lightning bolt, hands in his pocket and the same shit eating grin as ever.

"You've got a name meatbag?" He addressed the hooded girl casually despite shooting towards her with with the pure intent to kill.

YOLF:
Headmaster

The beastly fighter was fast, almost too fast to see properly. She couldn't keep track of the squirrelgirl at the same, and upon seeing her willingness to fight him away from here, the Headmaster almost instantly took her attention away and focused solely on his rabid advance. Either directly manipulated or given autonomy by her will, these soldiers of shattered architecture were rough, but by no means fell completely behind in speed. She could make smaller things fly as fast as bullets, pierce the air like artillery, but she did not need that here yet.

A handful of her familiars stood in his way as a phalanx, and in the same instant, another row jumped over them, closing the route to their master through the air, lunging with their strengthened fists at the sorcerer.

"If I did, I would not share with such a rude visitor," she retorted, hand outstretched like a conductor.

Panda:
Nanako

At last, there it was again. The feeling of his ribs caving in under her foot echoed like they were surrounded by polished marble instead of dirt and powered brick. There was no mistaking it now, it was a sound she was growing to like. Something she wanted more of. In the midst of this fight, there was no room to think about it past that, so Nanako simply followed through. Though he clearly acknowledged her, that Costin was still going for the headmaster was a frustrating thing, especially with how much fun they'd been having. The squirrel girl frowned as warriors of brick and metal formed up in the vampire's path between him and the robed woman.

"Thought I told you so already," Nanako shot back, her tail flicking back and forth as a counterweight, letting redirect her momentum that much faster. She darted over the ruined field towards him, trying to intercept him with a swift axe kick across his back, trying to knock him to the ground again.

"Or did you not believe me the first time?"

Kotomine_Rin:
Costin

The elder vampire's charge was met with such an icy response, even his reply was uncharacteristically dry - naught but a chuckle that almost sounded too amiable. "Fair enough." He darted across the rubble unperturbed - when the first wave of stone giants intercepted him.

A whistle.

The wild apostle's headset blared its music, and like a dancer he followed its tune, savagely outmaneuvering the first wall by stepping over the row of golem's limbs as if they were a scalable structure. His steps were mighty, they didn't carry the grace of a martial artist - only the talent for violence. But there was something else, a sharpness that let him observe the entire battlefield clearly. Its as if the golems were flailing children.

But his foe wasn't a stone, nothing as mindless or orderly. And this time, when it came rushing for him, the blow landed fully, blowing his pale body straight into the ground with a bloody splash... and the gruesome sound of bone snapping.

"Enough chitchat."

Nice... her moves are getting messy in a good way.  Yet he impossibly grabbed the leg the moment it slammed against his back, all by snapping his own arm behind, dislocating it in the process. In a moment, he swung Nanako right into the ground just as he was being kicked into it, forming a gaping crater of crushed stone away from the mage. Thanks to the damage she dealt on him, the blow didn't carry the full extent of his power. How curious.

Only for the snapping of fingers to deafen the sounds of war.


Lawrence

Dozens of magic circles appeared on the site of impact, glowing a bright red orange. Far and above, Lawrence conducted his own array of spells, and with Phenex's burning cry, the crater was littered by a sea of fiery explosions, washing the bloodied and wounded vampire with a sea of flames - even if it meant hitting Nanako in the crossfire.

His expression was hollowed, but there was a hint of fury... and confusion. And perhaps, however small, fear. Questions, so many of them, with so little time to answer them. Only one laid on his mind incessantly right now.

"Why are you here...?" He bit his thumb in frustration.


There was something else, something strange. The blows he dealt on the golems, perhaps you could notice a pattern on them, unnatural cracks that were surely dealt by some kind of magic. They almost looked too decorative, too deliberate even for someone just playing around. And some uncannily seemed like letters.

But that couldn't mean anything. His grin back there... it shouldn't mean anything.

s e i l l a e r a e w

He was just a wild dog seeking attention and violence. Surely, his actions mirrored his words.

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