Carmilla trying to organize the Epic Fighters in order to send them into the arena, but no one listens because they are busy bickering, flirting or trying to kill each other (the latter probably the two Ravens lol), Bonus if Apple is actually tying to listen, gets pissed, and bitchslaps everyone with the Nasod King's hand.
“Alright, alright, kids,” Camilla barks, smacking her clipboard aggressively against the wall. “Let’s get some order in the arena, wouldja?”
Her words go unnoticed as Apple awkwardly steps to the side to avoid the debris from Valak and Edan’s path of destruction. “I’m sorry, Miss Camilla,” frets the ancient Nasod. “If I could work on their codes like I could Proto, I would make them stop instantly.”
“Don’t worry about it, Lady Apple,” Camilla assures her, though the worried look on her face isn’t quite reassuring. “Speaking of Proto…”
Apple turns around and squeaks as her fellow Nasod zips through the sky and unleashes a rain of Iron Scraps over the fighting zone, which has now grown to accommodate Speka and Amelia as well. “This is delusional!” she snaps, stomping up to the eye of the storm. “All of you are delusional!”
Camilla watches in equal parts terror and admiration as Apple reaches above her head, opens her door into the void and summons the giant severed hand of the Nasod King to sweep the fighting across the room.
She sighs as her fighters get up, disoriented, and begin to shout at one another again.
“It’s gonna be a long day, isn’t it.”
