2466/Iron Within! Iron Without!

Iron Within! Iron Without!
Date of Scene:	15 June 2015
Location:	Void - Deep Void (East)
Synopsis:	Honsou displays his hate-on for the Ultramarines by getting Confederate friends to punch them for him.
Cast of Characters:	Maya, 220, 321, 805, 812

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Warsmith Honsou (812) has posed:
    "IRON WITHIN! IRON WITHOUT! IRON WITHIN! IRON WITHOUT!"

    The rumbling earthshaking chant of a hundred absolutely massive ment in dull grey ceramite is enough to shake the earth itself. Because the planet of Ultimatum II is under seige. At least this segment of it is. A large fort of stone, plasteel, and adamant walls is surrounded on all sides by these monstrous chanting chaos champions. Each member of the Iron Warriors legion is a dark hero in his own right, with hundreds if not thousands of years of merciless combat experience burning within their breast. Tanks rumble, slaves groan and toil, and the skies fill with dust, because this has been going on for at least two days. Haggard and weary laborers toil to make new trenches and parallels, displaying the logistical expertise of their whip-cracking iron clad masters at the art of seige war. The most grinding and exhausting, corpse consuming form of attrition conflict.

    The Warsmith Honsou is here, leading his men against the forces within this last bastion holding out against the soldiers of Chaos. Aside from the gleaming silver arm however he seems no different from the rest of the Astartes holding the fort hostage, as the men and women of the Imperial Guard and the Adeptus Astartes within hunker down as best they can while waiting for reinforcements or evac.

Comrade Crush (220) has posed:
    WHUD. WHUD. WHUD /WHUD/.

    It is probably somewhat startling for the Iron Warriors to have a section of thin air... no, of reality itself, shudder under several heavy blows in succession. It is probably even more alarming to see glowing crimson cracks spread with each strike from nowhere. As if someone were punching their way through the other side of existence itself, five, six, seven blows shake the air with their volume... and then an 8th shatters open that spiderweb of cracks, tearing a huge gap in space.

    Through that gap steps a tower of a man, easily the height and build of an average Space Marine; he is, however, clad only in a pair of tight red pants in some unknown material and metal boots of some sort, and carrying a package under one arm that appears to contain a set of light armor. Rather than put it on just yet, he simply sets it down, and then drives one fist into the opposite palm with a sound like a small gunshot going off. "COMRADES! I am hearing you are seeking to take planet. Would you perhaps be interested in a little... BOLSHEVIK BACKUP?! WAHAHAHA!"

    There is only one man that huge that could make a joke that bad. Be afraid, Ultramarines. Comrade Crush is here.

Nonon Jakuzure (805) has posed:
The rumbling and earthshaking chant of those absolutely massive men clad in those suits is more than enough to instill whatever fear, or whatever other emotion such as awe, into others! The planet, under /siege/ is done so with strength, with experience, and with cheer! Chants, to be precise, from those massive men. There are tanks - there are 'diggers' as Nonon will call them - and there are soldiers.

There is also apparently a band, now, trailing behind Honsou and in the latter half of his well armed and chanting chorus. Lead by a rather dimunitive lead, Nonon Jakuzure, there's a row of women wearing the same uniform, 5 by 5, shoulder to shoulder with various instruments in their grasp, playing. The song ends, and Nonon doesn't miss a beat, "Alright~! Next up, Bravura!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3itHtSWRGvc

The music begins anew, powerful - but then, were the marines anything but? It still is unlikely to appease their /tastes/, but the show must go on! Despite that, it is /almost/ interrupted as there is a sudden massive man that can match any marine in strength... and definitely size. Nonon's small ( tiny ) stature is almost sure to go unnoticed, if she weren't so pink.

The joke made by Comrade Crush, however, causes her to laugh - but not at how good it is. It is so bad, she must! As she leads though, she has to concentrate on that first. Still... it was pretty bad!

Tir McDohl (321) has posed:
    In the Grim Darkness of the 41st Millennia, there is only war.

    This is EXACTLY the sort of place Tir doesn't want to retire. Or be anywhere near, to be honest. Being dragged back into service has him reluctantly helping out on occasion, though... like today, where he's heard the distress call, was near a warpgate that lead right here, and able to respond. Sigh.

    He has mustered up a few troops, at least, for helping out. A mix of actual trained Union troops and some that he picked up along the way, it's the best that he could find on short notice, who could also fit through the tiny warpgate that brought him here. They're not much against outright Chaos Marines, but maybe they'll help with his direction and some applied magic. The young staff-wielding man is still some distance from the actual fighting, and when he sees the situation he winces. He's... not liking the look of this. "Archers and riflemen, stagger down the slope here. Everyone else form up on either side and prepare to come together. We're at a pretty bad numerical disadvantage here, so we're going to have to hit hard and hit fast, by surprise if possible."

    That's kind of all he can do. A motly assortment of gunfire, laser bolts, and even arrows launch out. Tir is not a SUPER strategist or anything, but he does have a fair amount of experience with all of this, and he studied under the best. He's hoping he picked a group vulnerable to this assault before he was marked as a threat.

Maya has posed:
Maya had had a history with the Ultra Marines. Well two iterations of them at least. Things may be different but it seems that Chaos changes little in the various variants of the universe that Imperium of man is from. That being Chaos is a threat a very dangerous threat. This is a wo4rld that needs help but also one that leaves Maya very uneasy given how the warp is, and her own nature.

She's still not running for it she's a bit after Tir and his troops as they arrive, she's armed with a bolter of her own and even has a las pisto, She fears the effects of the warp on her rifle so she's sticking to local gear, it might be asier to also pick up ammo that way as well. Then she hears a voice she's not heard in person in /very/ long time.

"Comrade Crush as well? This day just kesps getting better she's also putitng the bolter to use as she moves to entage the chaos and confederate forces.

Warsmith Honsou (812) has posed:
    The sudden juddering shake of reality itself being punched apart to facilitate an entrance among their lines gets some of the Iron Warriors pausing, glancing about-- especially when music begins to play. Crush and Nonon frankly get some awkward and interesting looks from the collection of Chaos Astartes. Heads tilt, some bolters level, but a lazy wave from the Warsmith results in the confused legionaries lowering their weapons.
    "When did we get a Slaaneshi band?" One Iron Warrior grunts to another. "That one's dressed like a Khornate?"
    Well, Crush is wearing a lot of red. Nevertheless, the Warsmith himself folds his arms across his chest. He may as well see what the Confederacy can bring to the table for him.
    For the record, Ultimatum II is... A dust bowl. Why anyone would want to live on this planet is a mystery to the uninformed, but the truth is the dust covering the whole planet is made up almost entirely of a rust red sand. The high iron and carbon content here means the entire planet is prettymuch made up of steel dust, which can be pretty useful if melted down and processed. The population is-- was sparse already. Mostly Mechanicus and their auxilaries and serfs, with a regiment of Imperial Guard to keep watch over things. The Ultramarines arrived only recently, but in few numbers, only a handful of twenty to twenty five Marines and a sergeant.
    It's going to be a rough siege that much is for certain.
    The warp gate suddenly opening up leads to instant chaos however. Arrows don't fare too well against ceramite, but some lucky shots pierce joints, earning howls of rage and fury from the Marines- some even going down from pierced gorgets and severed tracheas, preventing their normal lungs- or even the tertiary ones from drawing breath. Guns however fare much betterm other shots managing to pierce ceramite and wound the men within, a few more even drop. The rest however instantly turn their weapons on Tir's troops. But the sudden arrival has a heartening effect on morale within the fortress, the gates opening and massive astartes in blue power armor motioning for Tir and followers into cover. Because right now this stalemate has exploded again.
    Tanks and artillery open fire just as Maya arrives, pounding the walls relentlessly until a massive break opens. Of course the Iron Warriors react the only way they can when there's a breech.
    "Well. Have fun, kids." Honsou grunts, motioning for the fallen segment of wall forming an impromptu entrance for Chaos Marines to start charging into the gunfire of beleagured Guardsmen and Astartes within.
    Radios are abuzz. Several thunderhawks will be inbound to evacuate the civilians, but the onslaught has to be held off until then.

Comrade Crush (220) has posed:
    The Union has arrived to bolster the ranks of the Ultramarines. Seeing that puts a broad grin on Crush's face. "Well well! Is looking as if fight will be... rather /interesting/." The big guy brings his hands up and pops knuckles, deciding to simply shove his armor back through his entry portal in the moment before it closes. No point now, he's going to be using his magic to full effect anyway.

    "COMRADE IRON WARRIORS!" Crush's voice booms. "I am giving you chance to duck behind enemy lines! Will be short-lived, opportunity for perhaps six or eight men! Be quick when I am opening door!" He COULD go himself, but the bulk of the fighting is mostly going to be out here; the big man will have much more fun outside. THIS, this is just to cause some havoc and destabilize the enemy's defense.

    Crush lifts up his right hand, huge palm forward, as if feeling the air for something. His right arm's muscles begin to thrum, glowing softly, and after a second, he seems to find the exact spot in reality he's looking for... only to haul his left arm around and slam that fist into it. WHUD. And then the right. WHUD. Three, four, five, six, seven, and within the outer walls of the Ultramarines' base, that glowing red spiderweb of cracks appears again. And then with an eighth, reality shatters open, creating a hole directly inside. The Iron Warriors will need to be quick to get through. "GO GO GO!"

Nonon Jakuzure (805) has posed:
aA Slaaneshi band? Is that what they are at this moment?
Perfect. Already Nonon knows exactly how to 'fit in' with the Chaos Marines.
Ironically, perhaps Chaos suits her the best.

As the music plays, Nonon watches as the soldiers about, and around, are pierced by gunfire and arrows, weaponry of all kinds flying about them - whizzing past. One of them, an arrow in particular, flies towards her hat. Her eyes narrow - the conductor's mace in her hand spinning around quickly, snapping it out of the air and directing it to the side as she glares forwards. The music abruptly stops, the conductor's mace in the air. "Looks like the first part is over." She declares, sourly, before brightening up once more. "We'll just have to make the second half really stick in their memories~." With the note from Honsou that the base is worthy of being 'burned down', and them already slighting her, for the first time since she had been active, "With a one sided-fight like this, why not go straight for the show-stopper~!"

With a wink and a twirl of the mace, the hat atop her head glimmers, the three black stars shining for a moment, swirling about her - before the fibers of her clothing completely pop open and swirl about her, lights swallowing her up before the three black stars, growing in size, slam against her. The clothing fibers reform, creating an oddly fitting ensemble, a black body-suit with bones about the front, chest and limbs - with skulls on her shoulders and hat, just like the chaos marines. The instruments from the nearby band swirl as well, wrapping around Nonon from behind, before the fabric swells, snapping around them in an oddly metallic way, a giant heart shaped object forming behind her.

"Symphony Regalia Grave!" She beams, like some kind of new chaos weapon! Nonon, strapped into the middle of the front, twirls a conductor's baton now - and takes a moment to watch at what Comrade is doing. "So /that's/ how he does it?" It's quite wonderous, actually! Kind of rediculous, but would you just /look at it/. "Just like I promised Comrade~! National Anthem of the USSR~!" She's starting easy. For a moment, air is sucked into the twenty or thirty foot pink, green and golden heart shaped tank - before a wall of sound eminates outwards for the very STRONG start that it is! It ripples through the air, visible, to impact against the base and projectiles both, as they fly towards them - likely to cause cracks in the building start to form, if nothing else!

Tir McDohl (321) has posed:
    "FORWARD!" Tir calls out, motioning for the more armored troops, the trained Union ones, to surge forward and guard the riflemen from the flurry of attacks that follow. It isn't a perfect strategy. Some of them will fall, some of them will stumble from injury. Tir winces at this, but he does have a plan. "MAKE FOR THE DOOR!" There's a brief opening, and he's going to take it, urging his troops forward to reinforce the Ultramarines. It's a small force, so it shouldn't be a burden... but they're fresh, not fatigued, and every bit helps.

    On top of that, Tir has a way of providing cover as well! A burst of fire roars out from the ground, the Rage Rune he carries setting up a wall of flames that will hopefully roast some of the first rank going after his men, and delay the marines enough to keep the casualties... well, /relatively/ minimal.

Comrade Crush (220) has posed:
    When the Honnouji Marching Band begins their new choice in music, Crush whirls around in surprise, before his expression morphs to something that could most closely be described as 'a kid on Christmas morning'.

    And then, without missing a beat, he begins to sing, in a rich, deep voice.

Maya has posed:
Maya is arriving just as the Iron Warrior's are heaing for the breach that's when Maya's going to make for it, she's in a better set up to deal with them. While she can't take a beating like the marines on either side can? She's a heck of a lot more agile and she's also packing a Bolter today. The thing is also blessed and she hopes that has some sort of effect.

Maya's laying down bolter shots and bouncing about like grashopper as she goes she's just refusing to sit still this might cost her on aim but it makes her a harder target and then Muscle wizardy comes into play.. She may or may not take notice of Nonon but she's just focused on the chaos forces at the moment. She knows Crush is an enemy but he's not a /monster/ right and she's going to withold judgments on Nonon for the moment.

Warsmith Honsou (812) has posed:
    So it's kind of an interesting and eclectic assault force. Iron Warriors storming towards the fortress as a behemoth bolshevik cracks open the wall to the tune of the The Motherland's national music. It is a good thing Honsou is wearing his helmet, otherwise there would be no missing the lift of his brow as Nonon activates her Goku Uniform Regalia and she ends up looking like some sort of small Slaaneshi cultist of some kind, sonic force making the walls weaken and crumble further.
    Nevertheless, as the wall shatters open, the forces within move to plug it as best they can with the resources they have, and in the chaos of the initial assault thirty Iron Warriors fall. Only twenty two get back up, and only seventeen of that number can actually continue in the fight, while others fill the fresh breach with bolter fire that make the Guardsman either duck their heads or lose them in the new harrying battle to keep the invaders out of the big hole in the defenses. Nevertheless, Tir and Maya's reinforcements are heartily welcome, bolter rounds stymying another push as--

    "BURN HERETICS!"

    In an instant a MASSIVE figure is back to back with Tir, wearing midnight black armor and a skull-faced helmet, with a massive staff in his own hand.

    "I am Chaplain Aramaeus. Are you our support?"

Tir McDohl (321) has posed:
    Tir rushes to the man's side, his staff out and whipping about to fend off anyone nearby. He refrains from using more magic at the moment, knowing just enough of this world to know that could be taken poorly. He shouts up, "I am! Sorry for not bringing more, this is all I could find on short notice, but I think they'll do all right!" He motions quickly to the soldiers that made it through, a couple more having lost their way in. All in all, he's trying to minimize casualties though. "ARMOR! Form up and help protect the riflemen! We're doing a holding action here, don't try to be a hero!"

    He huffs, a little breathless, and glances over his shoulder at the Chaplain. "My name isn't important. You can call me Schtolteheim Reinbach IV."

Comrade Crush (220) has posed:
    The hole in reality that leads inside the Ultramarine stronghold only lasts briefly. Enough, as Crush promised, for between six and eight Iron Warriors to make their way inside. After just that brief while, the magic - for magic it indeed is - begins to fade, and reality slowly oozes itself back together, leaving those Iron Warriors completely trapped on the inside of the walls, behind enemy lines. But at least they've got a chance to cause havoc!

    However, that's no longer Crush's concern. What IS his concern, is getting in the mix for real. With lasguns and bolters going off all around, he's going to need some armor of his own. And that comes when his two beefy fists are slammed together; from the point of contact, a dense, tough stone begins growing itself over his skin, a graniteskin armor that engulfs his entire body in short order. That seems to be all he cares to worry about, for after that the immense man simply begins wading forward into the front lines of the battle, unconcerned about Tir's wall of fire. He's simply going to walk right into the lines of the enemy and begin laying about himself with his fists, punching any enemy that happens to be within arm's reach with superhuman strength. Ultramarine, Union troops, all of them get a steel-crushing punch.

    And the whole time, he's still singing along with Nonon's band.

Maya has posed:
Maya moving where she's needed trying to aid the Guard and other defenders where she can. Thankfully she, Tir and Tir's troops seem to be making a difference right now. She comes to a halt as she's reloading the bolter and looks to the Chaplain.

"Yes Chaplain Aramaeus we are here to help. I am Maya the junker."

She gets Tir's plan over the comm and nods she's going to fall back and take to her powers she does note to the Chaplain however.

"You could ... call me a psyker of sorts just keep that in mind as I get into supporting your forces."

She's being open and upfront about it, right? Better than catching the people whom they are here to save odd guard. Tir asks her for support and that's what she's going to do. Maya's noe making ready to do just that, she's going to end up buffing the defence of Tir's troops and any guard in rage lessening the physical damage they would take from attacks.

Nonon Jakuzure (805) has posed:
With the tank resting on it's laurels, it's not surprising that Nonon is enjoying herself. Especially as the fire towards her seems minimal. Almost as if the opposition doesn't /want/ to shoot her.
With Comrade Crush's singing though, Nonon is quite pleased. "Take it you know this one?~" She muses, a smirk on her face - especially as the walls crumble and grow weaker, but not /yet/ playing the tune she wants to hear from them. Eventually it crashes down - and reveals what seems to be their ... leader?

He's a pretty big fellow.

They're grouping together to form up, to defend. With Comrade Crush charging in, even with his armor, it might be rough. With the different marines as well still taking shots, and what might be their leader showing up, Nonon shakes her head. As the music roars, Nonon twists her hand around, swinging the baton, "Maybe this will floor you!~" The back of the uniform snaps open, a long section into the base lifting upwards for a moment before something shoots out of it. It's a missile - but it's not /quite/.

It's actually a flute, but it's whistling all the way across the sky, streaming a trail of smoke as it actually intends to break their defensive formation - or at least help the others get in close. It is actually directed /right/ towards Tir and the Chaplain. Which should answer Maya's question if she is a monster or not.

Warsmith Honsou (812) has posed:
    It is a good thing Tir refrains from showing magic and displaying that he is a filthy mutant psyker, though his commands are joined not only by his own men but by a ragtag group of Guardsmen. Exhausted certainly, but battle hardened and still in the fight. "Very well, Reinbach, we hold here until the Thunderhawks arrive." Arameus replies.

    Nevertheless the breach through reality allows a small group of Iron Warriors a way in, and the havoc that causes is ENOURMOUS as forces have to divert from the artillery breach from earlier to suddenly have to tend to a threat within the midst of the fortress itself.

    The fight by this point has become bloody and protracted, Guardsmen trying to drag their wounded to safety while the bulk of blue armored Astartes fill the gaps as best they can. Still, the men and women in the armed forces of the Emperor are battered aside by Crush's swinging fists, an ultramarine is launched into a nearby wall from a blow that dents ceramite, and Arameus now has the problem of a massive flute-missile inbound, and in a moment he's not exactly back to back with Tir anymore, as the black armored battle priest is launched through a fortified wall. But he starts climbing his way out of it a moment later with a grunt, putting a bolt in an Iron Warrior as he does.

    "Just hold. A few... Moments longer." The Chaplain grunts, the silhouettes of several Thunderhawks inbound and ready to land as the guard start working to get the unarmed noncombatants inside the fortress ready to evac. There are a lot of them, but several Techpriests seem to be trying to also evacuate some very important looking machinery.

Tir McDohl (321) has posed:
    "Oh come on," Tir sighs, seeing the flute launch. That's going to be a problem. Well, he's already moving, so he just tries to direct his troops to shoot it down if they can while he's rushing forward. They aren't... entirely successful, hitting it before it gets /too/ close but they'll end up taking some damage, possibly incapacitating a few. It's the best he can do while he's trying to take down the other danger on the field, though.

    "Hey, Crush!" It's a shout out that's obviously meant as something of a challenge. The challenge comes right before an incoming Tir, leaping for the laughing muscled man with the tip of his staff. The subtle magic of his Killer Rune flares, lending an immense power to that strike to try to at least get Crush's attention.

Nonon Jakuzure (805) has posed:
It /is/ a problem. A wonderous musical problem. "It must just be the effect I have on people.~ Always left with their mouth open." Nonon remarks, to herself. The deafening music and the distance, not including the battle as it stands and the array of sounds between them, making it impossible for Nonon to hear anything from the other side. It also means, at least, she isn't heard. There is a positive side for everyone.

As the missile detonates overhead, a massive sonic explosion ripples outwards through the air, much like a single heavy drum beat, that apparently gets the Chaplain worst of all and Tir's troops less so. Though Tir's shout is clear, he is not the only one that addresses Crush. "And now, for your listening pleasure, the curtain call~! Today it will be Bella Ciao~!"

"Which is perfect, because this is goodbye." She cheerfully states, however crazy she might sound.

The music from the tank now comes in streams, locking down against the ground as the musical waves come not as one giant blast of sound but eight seperate streams from each speaker, winding around each other through the sky and then arcing down towards the base, twisting and winding around - it's likely she hits nothing at all, but the blaring music is still there - and Comrade Crush might appreciate it, more-so!

Comrade Crush (220) has posed:
    Crush turns to look at the sound of someone yelling his name, still singing, until he actually realizes what he's looking at.

    "...Oh borscht-" WHUD.

    Crush goes right onto his back, his performance ending about the time Nonon's shifts to the finale. When he turns over and pushes himself to his feet, the granite covering along his jawline and one cheek is gone entirely, he's bleeding from a gash on the side of his chin... and he's grinning like a madman.

    "Well hello, little man. Is looking as if we are not going to have long for playtime, but nevertheless... LET ME LEAVE YOU WITH PARTING GIFT!"

    His body thrumming with magical energy, Crush brings one huge fist up and then SLAMS it down, driving his fist into the ground hard enough to send a visible ripple through it... a ripple that erupts towards Tir without warning. Just feet from his fist, the shockwave suddenly erupts upward into a spread of stone spikes, more and more and more and MORE of them exploding out of the ground in a straight line towards the Rune-bearer. "WAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Maya has posed:
Maya has got her answer and she'll act accordingly in the future. For now she's focuing on doing what she can to protect the defenders. The Iron Warrior's are certainly living up to their name here today with the siege they have laying here. Maya is trying to hold out a bit longer now the defenders would find Maya's now using healing ablitiues wounded personel both from the defenders would find their wounds healng, bleeding halting and the like. It's not perfec tbut it could be enough to keep someone in a fight or keep them alive.

They would see this blue fire from maya and her holding a pink glowing card in one hand. Nonon is also proving more than just what she is? That she's also quite dangerous she'll have to leave 8it to the others to hold the rest of the seige she's doing what she can to keep things together on her end. Then there's Crush, Oh Fates it's Crush.

Warsmith Honsou (812) has posed:
    With a scream of jets and the noxious smell of prometheum, the Thunderhawks arrive on cue, forward mounted weapons scything down Iron Warriors as the aircraft touch down and throw open their doors for the Imperial forces to mount their retreat. It's probably a good thing Tir distracts Crush, though the Muscle Wizard's rippling earth brings a few guardsmen to the ground as they try to scurry away, but honestly the damage here is done, and it IS goodbye. The fortress can be held no longer.

    Arameus has fully picked himself up, he and his battle brothers forming a final line of defense so that the Guardsmen and Civilians can get out first, the baleful energies of his Crozius Arcanum swatting an Iron Warrior of Maya as she tends to the wounded, but Nonon's sonic missile leaves many deafened and confused as they stagger into the gunships. For the record, there is plenty of room on the Thunderhawks for Maya, Tir, and the men Tir brought with him.

    All while Honsou watches from the lines of his trenches. "Not bad. Not bad at all." He decides in a rumble to himself.

    This was the last bastion on this planet, the last populous area that needed evactuation, so getting the defenders out means a lot of lives were saved, at the cost of an old fortress.

Tir McDohl (321) has posed:
    So, the good news is that Tir's attack got Crush's attention! The bad news is that Tir's attack got Crush's attention! "Uh..." The Runebearer hurls himself back just in time to keep from getting messily impaled on numerous spikes, but not quite in time to keep himself from ending up with several rocky spires tearing into his legs and arms, and the shockwave hurling him backward, forcing him to land in a hard tumble that slams into the ground and rolls several times.

    In a flash, the staff-wielder is up on his feet again, ready to continue the fight despite bleeding in several places. Fortunately, he doesn't have to! With a glance at the thunderhawks, he motions for his men to follow and makes for the nearest transport. "Sorry, Crush! Another day, perhaps!" Not that he ever intends to actually have a serious fight with the man. He'd rather be asleep under the sun or something.

Comrade Crush (220) has posed:
    Crush comes back up to a proper stand just in time to see his opponent leaping onto a Thunderhawk to retreat. It's tempting to keep going, to throw a fireball or try to rip off an engine or maybe even to just flat-out cast Fist. But Tir seems to have guts - and that's something that can't be said about just anyone!

    So as the Rune-bearer jets off, Crush lets out a deep belly laugh, giving his foe a half-sarcastic, half-genuine wave before turning to his allies.

    And beginning a one-man round of applause for the Honnouji students capable of such stirring battle performance.

Nonon Jakuzure (805) has posed:
With the troops in full retreat, Nonon's uniform once more snaps apart, fibers unwraveling as the back of the uniform opens, the instruments floating back to the students in the band that had traveled with her.

As she returns to her pink drummer like uniform, bowing to those in retreat, one hand behind her back, the other in front. The band she had brought claps, as they do, though their instruments never touch the ground. There is also outwards applause, from Comrade Crush, that causes Nonon's head to rise, a wide smile across her face as she regains her composure - from the sudden bitter conversation she had behind the billowing music~.

She is always happy to please a fan of her work!~