Scene #4545: Let's BURN! The Dust Caper in Vale!

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Yang Xiao Long	Vale. The Melting Pot of Remnant. Pieces of every culture seem to be represented here. From Mistralian food shops and Vacuoan Beef stands, to Atlesian consumer tech stores and Schnee Dust Company outlets. The City is alive with people, even in the waning hours of afternoon, falling to dusk. Revellers, party goers and nightclubs are alive with flashing lights, glow-bands and Dust infused clothing that shimmers and glimmers with its own power. Yang is in one of the Schnee outlets, a quiet little store called 'From Dust til Dawn'. Various weapons, Dust capsules, vials and canisters, various ammunition casings and loading parafinalia, as well as various sizes and cuts of pure Crystals in a display case behind the counter, manned by an older gentleman who's eyes never seem to open, with an expression set in a perpetual frown. Yang herself isn't obvious. She's near the back, reading a magazine from the rack, looking over new parts for Shot Gauntlets and other types of gear.
Mitsu Mirage	Vale. A place that's caught the ears of a certain magic rabbit-emulating person. Also, probably here that she doesn't have a wanted poster yet. "Heh." she chuckles, making her way past a beef stand, yoinking one of them to nom on, tossing the last bit of money she had on the way. "Keep the change~" she mutters with a full mouth. Seems she was a bit hungry. "Man, this dust stuff looks amazing... everything here's powered by it? At least, from what I've heard. Man, gonna have a good time with this stuff." she mutters to herself, looking at the flashing lights and clothes. "Gotta get me some of those." she bounds around until she finds that shop, "Cute name... not really clever, though." Stepping into the shop, she takes a wander around the asiles for a few, snagging a white jacket from the shelf she approaches the counter. There's a long conversation that ends up with a case of dust crystals upon the counter... "Oooh, pretty... How much?" she questions, though when the price is mentioned, she digs into her pockets and blinks. No cash. "Welp... sorry old man." the case is closed... and that's when the rabbit snatches up those crystals and makes a break for it!
Yang Xiao Long	Yang glances at the other woman. Clearly not local, but that's becoming more common these days. She does lean around the shelf to watch the exchange... and when Mitsu makes off without paying, she drops the Magazine, and calls in. "Call CitySec and lock down the store. Make sure you're safe." she says to the Shopkeeper, before breaking off at a run in pursuit of Mitsu. She clicks a button on her Scroll, and a rocket powered locker comes screaming down from overhead, right into Mitsu's path, trying to slow her down. It pops open, and launches a pair of gold bracelets towards Yang, who slips them on with a quick twirl, then deploys them into Gauntlet mode. "Stop!"
Mitsu Mirage	Stop? Halt? Achtung? What are those words? She turns her head to taunt the incoming Yang... only to run right into the locker with a loud BANG... punching right through it as a shimmer glow surrounds her and chucks her into her Barrier Jacket, and the dust jacket she convinently took too. "Don't know the meaning of stop~ try harder!" she laughs, <Source of magic is strong within these. I'm sixty percent certain we can do something with these.> comes Kratzenfaust's comment. "Of course, that's why we're gonna make it back to the Citadel and do some fun things to it. Get you some dust powered cartridges to see how that works right?" she hops back a bit and looks towards the pursuing blondie. "Hm, she's going to be persistent, huh?" back hop... slip... tumble... hop. THat slowed her down quite a bit. "Nngh, that kinda hurt." <Master. Watch your step.> ... "I know. I know..."
Adele Rozenbach	Swooping form from the sky is a winged woman, white feathers and a genuinely feminine shape. What makes her not traditionally angelic is in the details. She has no face, just a featureless blank up front. Her eyes are, instead, embedded in rows on her wings, going from shoulders onwards towards the wingtips. And as she approaches it becomes obvious that she isn't wearing clothes, what looked like a dress is actually just layers upon layers of fingernails, thick and heavy, serving as some kind of mail armour. Her hands have long, sharp talons, and perhaps more unsettingly, the palms of her hands contain mouths, with sharp teeth. As she gets close to Yang and Mitsu, those hand-mouths screech. Her feet have similar talons, but no mouths. The feet talons are longer, however, and like the feet of birds, a talon extends backwards for better grasping.
Eithne Sullivan	A long time ago (relative to a teenager's understanding of Time) Eithne had been sort-of invited to visit Remnant. Namely, she'd asked for instruction in the use of scythes and someone named Yang had invited her to speak with Yang's sister. And then Eithne had gotten a job working in Dun Realtai and had completely forgotten to follow up on it, because teenager, but she's heard a lot about the crazy awesome weapons that exist in Remnant (and their wielders, naturally). Rifle scythes? Shotgun bracelets? Magical swords that aren't actually magic?! Even if she never uses anything but Rhiannon, she's almost /obligated/ to go check it out. For the child of a war goddess, it sounds better than a day at the fair! She rounds the corner of a block of shops, half-watching the screen of her phone even as she runs. Even if Yang had said just to hang around, it's not like Eithne can't have a little fun in the meantime! ...It's a good thing she showed up, too, because what the /hell/ is that thing with the eye wings??? She's actually impressed! "'EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!" she shouts up at it, reaching into the nothingness at her back for a greatsword as long as she is tall. "What're yeh supposed to be?!" She hopes the answer is 'enemy'~~~ <3
Yang Xiao Long	Yang's Gauntlets don't have their own voice, but the Blonde doesn't need them to. She jinks around her locker, running half-way up a wall to launch herself into the air. "How about Ember says it instead!?" she yells, as she launches herself downwards, aiming her right fist right at the off-worlder, yellow energy drawing into the barrel of the Shot part of her Shot Gauntlet. The energy explodes outwards with a shotgun-like sound, as the slide on the forearm racks backwards, cycling in the next cartridge. Whether it hits Mitsu, or the ground she was on, the result is effectively the same. A 'ripple' runs through the tarmac, making it explode upwards into sharp, jagged spikes of stone, and rebar in a circle around the impact point.
Mitsu Mirage	"Well now, this has gotten interesting." she smirks, a shotgun loading sound echoes from her own gauntlets and she hops up and away from the ripple. "HI, my name's MItsu, the Rabbit of TSAB! You've probably heard of me." she smiled even brighter at this and kicks off something to launch herself at Yang. "So, Miss Punchy McShotgun, let's have some fun, shall we?" she reaches back and swings her clawed gauntlet forward, getting herself close towards the punch happy blonde. At least, she would if the shard from the tarmac didn't smash right into her. She just throws some small ball lightning towards Yang, "Duck~"
Drowned Ophelia	Lightning flickers, captured in the magnificience of chrome, that split second crawl of burning white fractured along spikes and bolts. A massive engine rattles and roars, blower growling as it sucks life into this beast; Rolling homage to Ormagodden, Cremator of the Sky, it is a massive tractor-trailer - THE CORPSE HAULER. Chromed spike grills curl away at the edges, the cab down sloped as if it were glaring at the world in front of it; Like an enraged skull. Mortuary fence posts strike upwards from the trailer, where massive speakers shudder and shake as DEATH METAL thumps out loud enough to rattle the rocks beneath the heavy bladed wheels with their grave digger treads. Painted in bone white with black highlights, the falling raven icon of the DROWNING DOOM melting upon it's hood like a wicked tattooe, it rattles again as the unseen driver presses upon the accelerator. The trailer itself is curiously empty save for a raised dais - formed of a melted skull on pillars, of course, because no one does pretentious bullshit quite so well as THE QUEEN OF TEARS. Whatever was being built here is obviously not quite finished. A motorcade of sorts takes up position, all as freakish as their lead; One part electric chair, one part hot-rod, the occupant screaming in some bizaare juxtaposition of pain and delight - each press of the accelerator sending arcing volts through his shuddering body. Glowing skeletal horses ridden by glowing reapers, boney mouths clacking in ghostly, mad laughter. The cab window rolls down, and OPHELIA hangs out the edge. That cold, brittle smile on her face as she lifts her hand. There is a general sense of tensing - before the gateway opens. She yanks on the cable, the massive CORPSE HAULER releasing a DEATH RATTLE like a black metal singer swallowing a fucking dragon. Wheels churn, the howler screams as it opens up completely, the piercing sound rising quickly up through the octaves as the contraption exits the BRUTAL LANDS- And enters REMNANT. The DEATH RATTLE HORN roars again, fire puffing and exploding out of the high chromed exhaust pipes. Thick, grueling black smoke and burning embers. The small motorcade coming with her, taking up the whole of the street. They're loud, they're proud, and they're dead - and they're coming to help extract that fucking RABBIT. Themesong CHANGE: DethKlok - Costratrikron - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QA2DcZVw9AU
Yang Xiao Long	KERCHAK! Yang's arm ratchets backward, and with another shotgun blast, she fires her own energy ball back at the ball lightning. It's a bit too close, and the energy ball that bit more powerful than her own, which causes the blonde to skid back on the roadway, furrows digging under her feet. "Yang Xiao Long, Huntress in training." she returns, then grins over her crossed arms. "Never heard of ya, but that doesn't give you any right to steal from a humble shopkeeper!" The blonde slams her fists together, then braces to fire off another sequence of those energy packets, the red and white balls exploding like grenades on impact.
Adele Rozenbach	"Angelica, the Princess's harbinger of death." The winged monstrous figure answers, circling around the sky a few moments more before things kick off, and then she folds up her wings and falls a good distance before she opens theme back up, turning her path into a guided dive. Her destination, Eithne. Her talons reaching for the scion's shoulders, aiming to dig in and take to the sky with her target. There's definitely enough strength in those wings to do that.
Cecily	This particular Cecily is still in the process of repaying her debt to the Union for pulling her tails out of the fire when her humble weapon shop was caught in the middle of a beast tribe war and happened to cross wires during her shard's Unification. And the vixen always had a soft spot for fits of heroics. She's en-route to the city from the air, taking flight in the black oblong shape that is an ML-60L DAP gunship. There wasn't a collateral damage memo that she was aware of. The rotor blades beat at the air, a steady thump-thump-thump to counterpoint the incoming DEATH METAL drums and bass. There's still the distance of the city to cross, but the trio of foxes crewing the ship are watching for the skirmish that's already been engaged. Too danger close to provide direct air support to Yang and Eithne, but she can still make a difference before the CORPSE CREW gets all up in their business. At the very least, the white paint on the black hull of her bird proclaims her identity, with KA on the underbelly and 'KITSUNE ARMS' and a proper serial number slapped on the sides.
Eithne Sullivan	"Harbinger of /death/?" Eithne echoes up at the strange woman, looping the red ribbon attached to her sword's handle around one wrist. If this is going to end up an air battle, she definitely wants to be able to retrieve her weapon as easily as possible. "That's odd." The dark-haired girl grins wide enough to show she's missing a tooth on the left side of her mouth. "Nobody told me my Ma was gonna be in town today." HA HA, SCION JOKE! Angelica is /fast/, despite her strange appearance - guess those wings aren't just for show. Eithne has enough time to grip her sword a little more tightly and ready her stance, deliberately leaving her shoulder open. Those talons catch and pierce, though the skin feels tough as leather, the flesh beneath like punching through wood. Eithne is taken to the sky like a sack of potatoes, grinning like a fool. And when they're off the ground, she clasps her free hand around Angelica's leathery ankle and /twists/ with all her inhuman strength until she hears a snap.
Mitsu Mirage	What happens when shotgun blasts and ball lightning hits each other? Explosions, that's what happens. Mitsu skids back some and smirks, "Well, Yang Xiao Long, may I call you Yang? I think I will." she smiled, "Actually it does give me a right. I'm not here to be nice..." a pause, "Well, I /did/ buy some food here, was pretty good. Oh well." she laughs a bit, punching her gaunlets together. "Kratzenfaust is kinda bored, let's ..." Oh hey, more energy packets. Not the good kind either. One slams right into her, knocking her down a bit while the other goes right over her head, shearing off some of her hair. "Well, that was close." she muttered, kicking herself up a bit and standing up. "Shocker Breaker!" A very large ball of blue lightning appears in her hands before rushing forward and throwing it like a shotput right towards Yang! "BOOM! Shall we get close, compare punching techniques? I'm going to enjoy this!"
Yang Xiao Long	Yang keeps that cocky grin, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "C'mon then, lets get this party st--" she's cut off, as she has to dodge aside... her Scroll falling from her pocket and getting englufed in that blue lightning ball. The blonde gets scorched along the side as it detonates, sending her tumbling aside and through the wall of a building.. Luckily, as soon as CitySec was called everything went into Lockdown mode, the Civilians are in their shelters, and no innocent bystanders are about. Even the once busy road is clear, cars either abandoned as people dash for safety, or gotten well out of dodge. The wall explodes outward, and a much angrier looking Yang leaps out, her hair ablaze with golden flames, glowing in the dull light before the street lamps turn on. She's aiming to get up-close and personal on Mitsu, howling a battlecry as she swings sharp hook blows at the bunny-looking Mage.
Adele Rozenbach	Oh there's a snap alright. Angelica's ankle breaks while she's going up, and she shrieks in pain, but isn't deterred, though it seems her hold on Eithne's shoulders is slipping, one foot apparently not strong enough to carry both. So, she changes her trajectory all of a sudden, speeding up with her slipping grip and heading to fly just high enough to personally get above the roof of a nearby building. Passengers ought to beware and keep their body parts above Angelica's legs or risk getting smacked right into a building wall.
Drowned Ophelia	The thumping chopper isn't hard to miss - even for someone who's whole life revolves around the SOUNDS OF SORROW AND HATE. The Queen of Tears pokes her head out of the cab, glaring upwards as the wind takes and tangles her black tresses. She then slams her fist into the side of the cabbie, voice whipped away by the roar of engines and the rattle of METAL as she points at the Zapper. Then up. The strange execution-mobile wobbles as it peels off like an outrunner. The prime seat rising up on a pole, the entire thing horribly unbalanced, the 'pilot' of this vehicle strapped in tightly. Electricity begins to arc along him as his navel is pointed towards the sky- KRAKRAKROOM Lighting flickers and launches upwards, thunderous rolling sounds crashing all around them. Like a giant fucking spotlight to highlight the undead caravan as it tears ass down empty and abondoned streets. It rounds a corner hard, wheels chuttering as they fight for grip, the trailer swinging like a pendulum. Empty and abandoned cars sent flying by the scythed motion, before it straightens out. Oh, look, a tight turn ahead - and past that, the Schnee dust shop. Rather than slowing down for another tight turn, it accelerates towards the wall and the drop. The skeletal reapers falling back behind this giant machine, Ophelia leaning forward with a look of.. -Anticipation-.
Mitsu Mirage	Mitsu lands upon the ground and skids a bit, digging the claws of Kratzenfaust into the ground to stop her. "Well, this should be fun." she smirks, stalking forward with her gauntlets at the ready. "So, you done? You're kinda simple if you think you can beat me in ranged." little does she know she isn't great with shot type magic. "Now, shall we play some more? I have a case of crystals I need to get back home... and you're in my way~" Though, when the wall explodes, the angry looking Yang is coming to her. "Holy crap." she mutters, bringing up the large gauntlets to block.. <Master. Those punches are incredibly strong. Be careful.> "I KNOW! I'm getting hit by them!" she replies back to her device as each punch sends her skidding back and back, making a few dents into Kratzenfaust. The next hook, however, is caught by the bunny-mage and, with claws extended, "Shock whip!" she swings her left hand to let the dagger like blades whip out and try to wrap around something of Yang's, her leg is most likely aimed for.. and with the sound of a shotgun cartridge, lightning starts running down those wires to try and shock Yag!
Eithne Sullivan	Eithne isn't fast, or particularly agile. She's not good at catching other people. She has to make them want to come to her. And if she gets a little injured in the process, what of it? A bit of hurt just makes her blood boil hotter. It seems like Angelica's grip might be slipping, so Eithne thoughtfully holds on to both of the woman's ankles, fingers squeezing tight around the ruins of the broken one. She can see the side of the building coming up fast, and with her sword trailing from the ribbon tied to her wrist she's going to make a very unusual wrecking ball! The impact knocks the wind from her chest, concrete and brick caving under the force of the winged woman's dashing throw. She loses her grip in the shock of the impact despite her efforts, tumbling half out of the rather large crater before managing to grip onto the edge. It's three stories to the ground, and that's three stories further away from Angelica than Eithne wants to be. Fingers gouging holes in the wall as she climbs, the Scion hauls herself onto the roof. She's not going to be able to catch Angelica again, so she's going to have to make do. Hauling on the ribbon, her sword comes flying back; catching it in one hand, Eithne judges the distance... and just /throws/ the damn thing like a javelin for her wings!
Yang Xiao Long	CLANG CLANG CLANG CL--ttpp. Lilac eyes go wide as her wrist is grabbed. Yang shifts her stance, and tries to bring her free arm around to smack Mitsu in the face... but the swing goes wide as she cries out in agony as electricity starts to course through her body, scittilating across her Aura, blue electric bolts skipping across red-orange energy that's covering the blonde's body. If she was Nora, she'd have no problem, but even without the electric immunity and absorption, her Semblance is going into overdrive. Convulsions slowly ease, teeth slowly stop gritting so much, and between blinks, lilac eyes turn baleful, glowing red as she moves to grab the source of those electric daggers, and roars through the pain, aiming to pick up the mage and bodyslam her with the explosive force of her fully charged Semblance.
Cecily	The trio of vixens in the cabin of the helicopter are all focused on different tasks. One's flying, one's behind one of the door-mounted miniguns. The third? Preparing a rifle that's more like a cannon than something else. Magazines are loaded, one locked in, bolt pulled. She's ready to offer air support in passing. But the DEATH RIG has something else going on. It's a bad day to be in the air when there's lightning, especially when you're in a bubble of metal and plexiglass. To say nothing of the few hundred kilos of heavy ordnance. There's no shouted order given, the three Cecily 'sisters' each bracing and holding to whatever they can as the aircraft banks sharply as the glow of anti-aircraft 'fire' charges up down below. The elecricity arcing is the only thing that gives them half a clue, and bursts of chaff explode from the tubes mounted on the aft portion of the aircraft before the sound of metal stress, engines whining in protest, and more than a few alarms fill the cabin with unpleasantness. The lightning shot catches the metal in the chaff cloud and arcs like an angry shitstorm as the helicopter itself is pulled into a loop, giving reason for the horrible sounds coming from it. Elecricty crackles across the hull and at the top of the loop, just at the crest of a complete Immelmann, the engines sputter and die. Graceful like a whale leaping out of the ocean, the aircraft hangs at the top of its arc before its remaining momentum carries it into a nose dive. The door-gun fox hauls tail into the co-pilot seat and the pair in the cockpit work to bring the avionics and engines back to life as well as engage what weapons are still online. If the cloud of lightning wasn't enough of a storm, the sudden hail of of dumb-fired rockets and .50 caliber rounds from stub-wing mounted chainguns is a hail of explosive death fit for a QUEEN OF METAL. To make matters worse for the tail-end of the DEATHCADE, the aircraft is plummeting steeply towards it like some angry fire beast spewing explosive munitions.
Adele Rozenbach	Without the wait, it's still obvious the ankle is wounded, there's an unpleasant and all too mortal kink in her ankle, a twist that cannot heal without aid. Angelica turns around just in time to see the sword coming, but too late to properly respond, all she can do is dive and have it take out an eye and some feathers rather than destroy the wing. She screeches once more, and dives towards Eithne, trying to grasp the scion with the talons on her hands, trying to dig just deep enough to allow her to pick up the daughter of the Morrigan. And throw her down to the streets.
Mitsu Mirage	Who knew that'd be effective, well, flesh doesn't react well with electricity so... "Heh, feeling the shocking pain, huh?" she questions, only to let out a surprised squeak at the grab to her arm! "H..hey. Wha.." she notices the eyes and her own eyes widen. "Oh crap." she mutters, the electric charged daggers retreat back into the gaunlets, showing the claws once more! "What the hell happened to you? Did I piss you off /that/ much?" The answer to that is usually yes. Though, when she's picked up, she flails a bit, "He...hey! LET ME GO!" she shouts only to explode into the ground, small crater where her body is as she's bodyslammed! Well, if she's face to face, why not... "Shocker Shield..." she comments, a ball of lightning energy surrounds the mage as she makes an electrically charged headbutt right into Yang. "Get!" and another "OFF!" and another! "ME!" each headbutt making a small explosive shock!
Yang Xiao Long	Yang grits her teeth. She's hard headed, but the added blast of those electric shocks makes her recoil, then finally stagger and stumble backwards away from Mitsu. Her lips quiver into a grimace, baring her teeth as a trickle of blood runs down from her hairline, across her nose and down one cheek. She staggers a little more, correcting her balance before bringing her fists back up into a defensive posture... and that's about when she sees a single golden wisp of hair float down before her eyes. Thad-ump. If she wasn't mad before? She's FURIOUS now. With a howling, bestial roar, she slams her fists together again, making a small crater beneath herself before she charges back at Mitsu, her eyes tiny red pinpricks, and her face contorted into a monsterious snarl. She throws punches faster, harder and from more angles than before... but she's leaving herself wide open to a dodge and counter. Her entire focus on aggression.
Drowned Ophelia	Allow the narrative eye to drift lazily away from Mitsu and Yang's desperate street-side battle. See the distant flicker of lightning, twin dark clouds of ember lined clouds puffing closer and closer like some deranged dragon was slithering through the streets of Vale. See the helicopter above twist and curl in a circle, as if somewhere along the lines an Action Movie had gotten mixed in. See the ripple of explosions begin pulsing along behind the trailer of the CORPSE HAULER, glowing bones and screaming skeletons sent flying forward. Now, slow down. Real slow. Watch fire ripple like silk as the rear of the trailer is bounced -up- by the concussive force of the explosions that strike it. See it rise like a pillar of doom, twisting the front of the cab sideways. The slow trickle of pebbles bouncing away- The impact with the road-wall, concussive force rippling away in a desperate attempt to shed that momentum. The explosive shattering when it cannot compensate for the megajoules that just got pumped into it, the trailer a perfect landing spot for a falling helicopter - if only by the pure fortune of one-in-a-million-chances. Those always work. The massive bladed tires twist and shudder as the whole contraption begins sliding down the hill at an angle, sparks and fire exploding out of the CORPSE HAULERS twin exhaust pipes as it tries to right itself. The noise is cacaphony, utter chaos- And then it disappears, for just a moment, behind another wall that protects the road Mitsu and Yang are on. Explosion noise. The massive vehicle leaps once more, the chrome front bent in and cracked, fire pouring out of the engine that - if anything - just sounds PISSED OFF. And Drowned Ophelia, her face locked in a rictus of mad laughter as she .. well, the word is 'pilots', but the more apropriate term is 'suggests' - a course that will bring her right by her fellow Fed. Hopefully not too close. I mean, the massive vehicle is pitching back and forth and a lot of it is on fire. She's not slowing down. Nope. Not at all.
Eithne Sullivan	Eithne is just petty enough to pump her fist and hiss, "Yesss-" when her sword tears off a few feathers and gouges out an eye. (It'd be a lie to say that Rhiannon is capable of cutting much of anything - it's ancient, pitted, and dull, and Eithne mostly uses it to cleave things in half with her ridiculous STR.) She's sharp-eyed enough to spot the remaining bend where there shouldn't be one in the bird-woman's leg, and she keeps track of it as Angelica folds her wings and dives again. It's really too bad that Angelica also has hands, and Eithne hadn't taken them into account. It's not too bad though, because even with those talons digging gouges into her sides Eithne has the strength to grip Angelica's throat, thumbs digging for her windpipe. It makes her a bit harder to throw, since she'll just end up using her own momentum against the woman! "Right then, care to fight me down on the ground, or do I need to break yer wings too?" Eithne asks, clinging tight like a lover might. Just, with more strangulation.
Mitsu Mirage	Huff, huff... "Man, you're fun." she comments, coughing a bit before spitting some blood out to her side, her body's battered and there's cuts here and there from the whole asphalt crater. But when she's finally off of her like a bad flick, she bounds back..with a crack. "Ow." she mutters, maybe she broke something, who knows, but she doesn't look that great in shape. "So, Yang was it? I like you." she smiled, though its met with bestial roar... she punches her fists together and grins, "We're doing this then?" The shocker shield flares up, lightning arcing off of her and into the sky. Almost like two powered up people going at it in the streets. Wait, that's /exactly/ what's happening. MItsu rushes into this as well, tossing the case on the tour bus and bringing a claw-gauntlet wearing fist up and into Yang as she tries ducking and doging some of those strikes, each strike that hits really dents a few things and cracking is heard, and shotgun sounds. "Let's burn." she whispers up close to Yang, swinging punches here and there, mixing lightning strikes within her punches!
Adele Rozenbach	Downside of your mouths being in your hand, you can't really talk when holding stuff with them. So when Eithne is digging for a non-existent windpipe and asking questions, she can't really answer them. The crushing movement is still not great, and there's a definite sense of displeasure with the situation. A sense that's expressed quite firmly by those mouths, placed at Eithne's shoulders like they are, open wide and then chomp, multiple rows of sharpened teeth trying to dig down. There's no venom, but there is an attempt to tear off the flesh and swallow it, followed by a statement, "Die already!" Muffled still by the placement of her mouths.
Cecily	So many rockets. So. Many. Rockets. 38 of them, travelling two-by-two. Explosions tear along the path they cut to the trailer, bursting the ROCKING DEAD into clouds of flame and dust, the high-explosive nature of them ripping holes in the pavement and then that poor, poor, and so awesome trailer. Another purpose of unloading -everything- high explosive is to ensure the inevitable crash-landing isn't going to cook off the Hydra pods. Because the engines are not restarting. And where there were three foxes, there is now one. One pulling herself out of the pilot seat, nine white tails billowing in the wind that's rushing through the cabin. The velocity of the falling aircraft on the locked rotors rips the blades off in its descent and it starts to careen at an awkward angle. The Cecily in the back pulls herself to the rear of the aircraft, taking the 'rifle' her twin had left before. And down it goes. One could almost see it falling in slow motion, nothing but silence and a soft singular chorus, a melancholy of angels singing to the sinking ship as its crew drowns in a lake of fire. As if. It's anything but, Cecily's ears flat against her head as the sound of alarms only grows louder and louder, and then the rush of gravity as the helicopter slams into the back of the trailer. It's a graceful landing, as far as a dropped egg goes, the aircraft's hull crumpling and metal shearing in a sound that could very well be music to the DEATH METAL QUEEN. The Hydra pods on the stub wings fall off in the course of the impact, the aircraft's tail snapping off at the base, taking part of the rear of it along with it, and almost Cecily too as a sizable hole is ripped out of the back of the cabin. White tails flutter in the wind as the battered vixen crawls through her smashed helicopter, clinging to the precariously-hanging wreckage, more thankful for the spikes adorning the trailer that have neatly impaled her aircraft and keep it held fast to the rumbling, careening trailer. "SOMEONE IS GOING TO PAY FOR THIS! HELICOPTERS DON'T GROW ON TREES!" she yells to be heard over the din as she hauls herself out of the helicopter and onto the rumbling DEATH BUS proper, gripping what looks like an autocannon straight from the underside of a World War II aircraft.
Yang Xiao Long	A Super Saiyan would likely be envious of the pure rage and determined strength pouring out of the Blonde Brawler. She swings, misses, spins into a backhand, and even brings some kicks into the mix, even as the Death Bus and Cecily's helicoptor crash and skid by on the broad main street. Whether Yang spots the case being tossed or not, she doesn't seem to react to it, her rage stoked to its highest point yet. Lightning claws meet flame-covered fists, as the sound of shotgun blasts echos through the street, mixing with the DEATH METAL music and sound of crashing aircraft. Her own gauntlets start showing dents, and one of them even has its slider jam in the open position, making its Shot component useless. For the most part. Yang gets a minor part of her control back, and with a conscious shift in her hand position, purges the remaining unspent shells around Mitsu, allowing the lightning surging around the Mage to trigger them off.
Eithne Sullivan	These weird monsters are so... weird!! What kind of monster doesn't have a windpipe, even though it's got no face and therefor no nose or mouth?! This kind, apparently... Eithne really doesn't like not knowing nine ways to kill something. It makes her feel underqualified! The teeth that chomp down into her shoulders finally force a yelp out of her, because WHO THE HELL DOES THAT, SERIOUSLY?! WHO BITES WITH THEIR HAND-MOUTHS?! "OWWW! Yeh bitch!" Her blood tastes simply /divine/. Well, if the neck doesn't work, she's running out of ideas that don't involve a little more space between them. So, still clinging tightly with her left hand, she scrabbles for Angelica's shoulder with her right. Reaches, short fingernails scraping, closes around the humerus, and /pulls/. When it doubt, yank it out.
Adele Rozenbach	And when Eithne janks that arm off, there's chance in Angelica's attitude, where prior there was clear pain and anger, now she just slumps, even though that means a rapid descent. She's lost too much already, taken too much damage to keep going. And right before she lands, the mouth on her other hand says in clear gratitude. "Thank you for ending this." And then she goes quiet, stops moving aside from the velocity induced upon her the forces of nature.
Mitsu Mirage	With all the local fighting going on, shotguns and magic, punching and explosive hits. It's a vertiable percussion instrument for the concert going on here in Vale! Such sweet music to her ears, and probably to Ophelia's ears too, destruction and all.. fists meet fists. Kratzenfaust meets Ember Celica. LIGHTNING MEETS FIRE! It's all a discordant array of fun between the two punchmaidens and it looks like it would continue here.. "I think I broke it." She smirks a bit at the raged out Yang, "What's the matter, RABBIT got your tongue?" she laughs, though the purged shells catch Mitsu's eyes.. a bit too late. "Oh crap." sparks fly from her lightning field to the shells and they get cooked off, exploding violently as the blast sends Mitsu up into the air. She really should learn how to fly one day. "Kyaaaah, not again!" she whines, "I really should stay away from explosives, they're bad for my health." She looks around for something to bounce off of... only to land ass first into the ground, with a hard wince... "Aaaaagh!" she rubs her rear a bit and slowly stands up... not wanting to let her have the last laugh... balls of lightning encircle the Belkan mage, with wincing, the balls converge upon Mitsu, "Blue LIghting Roar!" she shouts, sending all of those balls together and at Yang, it's shaped like a wolf head! "Lightning Slasher!" and with two quick swipes, six blades of lightning follow behind, almost as if it's a wolf running in mid air towards Yang. "Someone come get me!"
Yang Xiao Long	Yang attempts to parry the energy bolts and slashes, her Aura flaring brilliantly... until it doesn't. Her eyes go wide as the very last blade cuts through her Aura, and straight through her body, leaving a bloody line across her torso. She staggers there for a moment, the light in her hair slowly going out, flames flickering and dying as her eyes go dull, and fade from red back to lilac. She coughs out a spray of blood, before dropping to her knees, then collapsing onto her front, face first into the ground.
Drowned Ophelia	The screaming, thrashing CORPSE HAULER goes screaming by the two combatants with a crumpled helicopter atop it - and one very pissed off foxy type lady. Drowned Ophelia stares through the mirror into the back trailer, the mad smile suddenly falling away; Cracked like glass. Snarling, she slams her barefoot into the massive accelerator - the engine roaring, fire blossoming across the top as it picks up speed, rattling and squealing as it drags the damaged trailer behind it at a cockney angle. The door of the cabby then swings open, and from it's depths cralws - The Queen of Tears. Her hair flows wildly around her as she balances briefly atop the cabbie, as the CORPSE HAULER begins slowly drifting aside.. SLAM. It bounces off a building, its occupants fortunately safe, and begins swinging the other side. WHAM! Back and forth, the massive vehicle shuddering and screaming like a wounded beast. Not that Ophelia seems to care. Her black lips in a tight frown, the black ichor of her very form crystalizing as claws down her fingers. "Get. The. Fuck. Off. My. CORPSE HAULER!" She screams, her voice bright and loud even over the roaring wind - black ichor scything outwards, flowing like liquid right up to the moment it impacts - hard as still, sharp as glass. Looks like someone needs minigun kisses~ Boop. The little package of dust is sent neatly into the busted windows, mostly safe but definitely not sound as the vehicle roars away. From behind, following the trail of doom, comes the ZAPPER! Still giggling madly to himself, electricity arcing up and down his form. The hotrod, loud in and of itself but almost quite in comparison to the CORPSE HAULER, zipping up towards Mitsu with a squeal of wheel. Beep beep!
Mitsu Mirage	Ah, her ride's here. "Thanks." she grins, hopping into the hotrod with a grin and untransforming. Now back in her rabbit hoodie and Dust Jacket, she leans back in the backseat, feet upon the front seat. "Let's roll, I'm tired of this place, but I'm so coming back here to make more noise later!" she laughs, "Ah, man Ophelia's fun to do things with... we should do some more stuff together!"
Eithne Sullivan	'Thank you.' She was right. It /is/ another creature like the bear. Eithne fumes, even while falling from five stories up. She clings still, drawing Angelica closer to her body, cradles her corpse like something beloved. Curls up around the remains of the monster, twisting in midair in an attempt to be the one that hits the ground first. The impact is worse than the time she got hit by that car, but not by much. She couldn't stop all of it - the corpse's other leg is broken, her wings mangled. But Eithne is able to protect Angelica's dead 'face' and chest with her own. Pulling herself out of the crater, she shoulders the corpse and follows her radio to find Yang. "Ugh. C'mon then, girlie, let's get yeh to hospital." She'll just have to carry them both.
Cecily	Cecily manages to get out of the remnants of her helicopter just in time to see an equally pissed-off Ophelia shouting back at her. "Oh, you don't like it when people mess with your stuff either? Guess that makes us a pair of hypocrites, dear!" she shouts right back, tails fluttering behind her in the wind of the truck smashing its way along and down the road. She's cradling that huge cannon, staring Ophelia down. But this Cecily isn't used to the Weird Shit the Multiverse has to offer, and the thrust of BLACKER THAN THE BLACKEST BLACKNESS shot towards her catches her off guard. It catches her off guard enough to strike true, shoving straight through her chest and heart, eyes going wide for a moment. Does the darkness spread? Does her heart stop? Does she fall to the Black Tears? Where'd the other eight tails go? CRACK! They're on two more foxes, four tails each. One has ripped a jagged and BRUTAL piece of the trailer off and is wielding it like a sword, hacking into the blackness that's impaled her 'sister'. The third fox has taken the cannon before it can slip and fall to the road in the throes of the DEATH TRAILER. "Go back to the pit that spawned you and take your hellish contraptions with you...!" she shouts, bracing the cannon as best she can and firing. KRAK! KRAK! KRAK! KRAK! The 37mm air-combat cannon is best mounted on the underside of fightercraft to take down tanks from above, the shells certainly overkill for such close combat, though the loaded shells are the high explosive variety...
Drowned Ophelia	There is - for just a moment - a look of utter victory that crosses the Queen of Tears as the suicide shards strike true. A cold and mad smile that splits her black lips in a grimace, showing those bright, perfect white teeth; She might have had a sad, pretty smile once. But now it's the same smile a crocodile gives, a reflexive act of a predator. The soft, broken laughter beginning to spill out of her, even as she sways with the Corpse Hauler's bouncing, roaring trip down the road, highlighted by the fire and the flame. And then a look of confusion. And then a look of dawning comprehension as she draws the ichor back around herself, the ethereal pitch bubbling up- BOOM. BOOM BOOM. She's pitched backwards, her side disappearing in a fine mist of Black Tears to splatter the roof of the Corpse Hauler. She has only a moment to look wide eyed before the next catches her mid-body, pitching her boldly from the truck to slam into a passing street sign. Tumbling slowly behind as the Corpse Hauler accelerates. The trembling splatters of her essence bouncing on the truck's hood for a moment, before it rattles into a hole in the hood. The engine explodes. Metal pinging and ripping everywhere, flaming pieces and fireworks sent curling out into the sky in mockery of The Cremator's original death. But the fire doesn't stop there, rippling backwards as the cabbie shudders and buckles. Do trailers explode? Do you want to find out, or do you want to be the badass who doesn't look back? As for Ophelia, she rolls a few times, face down on the pavement. Her remaining arm pulls her upright, a look of utter, vicious -fury- on her face. Before she -melts-, sliding away. BRUTAL VICTORY: CECILLY