#damage count

Splitting up from Arima or Aogiri members had become another routine during this whole commotion. How many times had she tried to attack a giant beast, or taken out a whole group of those so called drones with just a flick of her wrist?

It was becoming mundane, even for her.

Kill something here, attack something over there, take a rest to devour whatever poor corpses were nearby, rinse and repeat. Even when with an ally, things were monotonous and predictable.

This city was just like Tokyo.

Her monstrous form, that of Owl, was no serving another purpose, however. It was one that served her, yes, but this was no mission of revenge or retrieval, but one of pure destruction. She just wanted to wreak as much havoc for this city’s current problem as she could, and then reap the rewards from it. Said rewards being her own safety, and the further validation of Aogiri within the city. 

Her kakuja form had been returned to her, but she deduced that it would only be for a short while, so she had to use it to its full potential. That meant no wasting her time with trivialities, no hesitation. 

It was easy for her to remained solely focused, given her experience on the subject; so even when the massive, grotesque form of her kakuja skidded into what remained of a neighborhood to bat some drones out of the air like flies, she gave all her attention to such nuisances. Try as they may, the drones were crushed under the weight of her claw, the entire cluster falling to her brute strength in a matter of seconds.

As her claw hit the cement, remnants of drones under her, she scanned the immediate area, looking for any more threats before moving on. A few straggling citizens that were unlucky enough to be in the same area fled, both from the threat of the drones and the threat that was Owl, but a few dawdled -- stunned from her sudden appearance and her assistance. Did they believe something so horrific could have saved them? Or were they too busy pissing themselves in fear?

She didn’t care.

Or, she assumed she didn’t, until her glancing turned into eye contact with a familiar face. Sigma Klim. The man who had saved her from an oncoming car, the man who made cat puns, the man she was neighbors with, and who she’d spent the flower festival with.

What a coincidence.

“Are you lost, little kitty?” The deep growl that was the voice of Owl spoke, her eye clearly staring directly at the man. She knew he would have no idea who she was -- there was no way he could know that the petite Takatsuki Sen was one and the same of the beast before him.

⊰ ⚙ ⊱ It’s risky, but she has an idea that bothers her until she lets it play out. After she lures a few drones away from their group and dispatches them with her electrified glove, she realises she’ll probably need some help as she starts trying to drag them. Seeing someone nearby, she takes the chance to approach.

⊰ ⚙ ⊱ Her strength begins to falter the more tired she becomes, muscles burning in her legs and arms as she continues to dodge projectiles and strikes from blades and limbs of drones only to strike them down with a shock. Luckily they weren’t the strongest of foes and she could outmanoeuvre most of them even when tired. Though she is in immense need of quick cover, dealing with the few left that had been trailing her to duck into part of a building still standing.

She sighs quietly to herself, leaning against a wall and finally sliding to seat herself in silent relief. Eyes travel down to her glove, her other hand running over it to make sure everything was in working order still. Then she notices she’s not alone and with a small jump of her body, the raising of her glove and the glow of electricity emanating from it in warning, she looks over to the other. Seeing it was just another person, she lowers her hand somewhat. 

@visravana

“Pukuku... What an unpolite bunch this is. They don’t even mind tea time.” Ronove commented as he ellegantly dropped a beaten drone on the floor.

“You tell me. They don’t even care to look the least bit hot. Surely a waste of resources, if you ask me.” Gaap, who’s set a hole trap from the drones to fall from ridiculous heighs, replied.

“Hey, guys, sorry to cut your chit chat but there’s a new wave coming from be- whoa!!” As the most powerful of the three, Battler was directly tackling the monster with a series of Endless Magic powered attacks, like his current rain of infinite swords over it. He was careful to keep an eye over his demon colleagues, though.

⊰ ⚙ ⊱ The fire surrounding the area is intensely hot and smoke fills her lungs regardless of her trying to avoid it. So much for finding her apartment. Still, she has to move on and help whoever she can, even if everything was so consistently confusing since she set foot in this city. 

Escaping the Green Sector would have been generally easy for her, but the presence of enemies is strong and she has to fight her way through to avoid the larger of the groups. She isn’t as able to be stealthy, not with the smoke causing her to cough frequently, but she stays to the lower populated areas, climbing building rubble and attacking from a higher area to surprise the pack of drones below with a nasty shock of her glove to each. And finally, nearly out of the sector she looks up from her latest endeavours to see a familiar face and with it a sudden sense of comfort and hope.

@redpxperscout

✯ “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”

✯ Anyone on a 10km radio would be able of hearing the medium scream with all the force of her lungs. Not because she’s being chased by drones (although they’re here). Oh no, the reason for this ruckus is because Maya thought it’d be a great idea using this of all times to make a test drive of her car.

✯@auroramaster

✯ For some miracle, Citta Law's building was still standing strong in the middle of the absolute chaos that Hive City had fallen into. Maya was pretty glad that the beast had avoided this area altogether so far, which meant that she could use the chance to take a break.

✯ She went inside, hoping to get something left in the fridge... when a noise startled her. She gripped her handle at her spear and entered the building’s food area, where she was faced with the vision of a bunch of drones that had entered through a hole in the wall.

✯ Okay, maybe Citta Law isn’t standing as strong as she wished.

@shiraion

“Take this, you ugly things!” Satoko shouts while carrying a very peculiar weapon. Fireworks. She’s rather keen of their colors and explosive appeal, and with her guaranteed supply of them even before this mess started, there’s no reason for her not to use them.

For a moment there, she’s feeling confident enough that she might actually be able of surviving easy like this. Look at her, exploding robot ass left and right! It’s only a shame that she doesn’t have someone filming her so that she could show it to Rika later. She knows the bluenette loves it.

That’s, however, when she hears the loud stomping. Satoko notices a shadow covering and looks above. (OH CRAP.) The big boy has arrived to the party. She’d get to her bycicle and start running, but behind her there’re several drones.