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Seraphan ignored her, letting her comments roll off him like rain. She was provoking them, looking for a reaction, and he would not let her have one. The mask did wonders to hide his expression, but even his eyes were smooth and calm. There was a strange serenity in battle, similar to the peace he felt while in the heart of a raging storm. Solace in chaos -- now there was a strange concept.

Iason closed range first, and Seraphan considered the situation briefly. He was still out of practice with long-range attacks, unused to channeling and directing electricity in this shape, but his instincts were sound. The second time he called up the electricity within him, it obeyed more rapidly, and compressed more solidly. The folds of his mask shifted slightly with his smile. In the last three months, he'd walked among people, and he rarely needed to call upon the lightning that coursed through him.

He'd forgotten how good it felt.

The second Fusion Bolt coalesced around his hand, crackling and sparking as it spun into a sphere, and he threw it at Anastasia with more confidence. This time, it didn't veer on its course.

(( OOC: Key for What I'm rolling:
1 - Chance of confusion. Anastasia does not become confused if 3 or 4 is rolled.
2 - Chance of Collar breaking - Snaps off if 1 or 2
3 - Iason's Attack.
No more modifying posts at this point as I will not be editing my post. ))

Phantasm swiped at Rua and missed, hand lifting to rub at the collar around his neck, eyes narrowing a little as it sparked. However as he shifted, preparing to retaliate against the Shedinja, something else collided against his collar, making his eyes widen as it suddenly broke apart with a loud snap. He froze, gasping, coming back to himself for a moment before he wavered where he stood, stumbling forward before suddenly collapsing, making a feeble attempt to catch himself. He managed to look up slightly, seeing a set of shoes, hearing the sounds of battle behind him, before his eyes fluttered shut and he fell into unconsciousness.

(( For breaking the collar, since so few people did, I'm granting both Kami and Face 50 bonus points. Good job! ))

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Anastasia's eyes narrowed when her attack missed yet again, reaching up to grip the cut that had opened on her upper arm. Her eyes were wide and full of rage, fury, and frustration; she was growing less elegant and more reckless... More crazed. She glanced among each of them before gasping as she felt the collar break, her window into Phantasm's mind slamming shut abruptly.

"Filthy criminals!" she snarled, her hands sparking in preparation for another attack. "You will never take them from me."

Her attention was suddenly drawn by a Goldeen, her brows drawing together in annoyance at his speech. How dare he say such things to her when he was the criminal? Just as she lifted a hand to send a thunderbolt his way, the Goldeen attacked, the blast of water, leaving her gasping and sending her crumpling to the ground, dazed and confused. She slowly hoisted herself back into the air with her abilities, but she seemed unstable, shaking her head as she attempted to clear it.

A glancing blow struck her, causing her to gasp in pain, head whipping around as she sought the source. This left her wide open for the Fusion Bolt, the attack extremely powerful, to strike her in the chest, causing her to cry out from pain and fall backwards, eyes wide and more fearful now; her mind was muddled, she was hurt, and was being bombarded with attacks. With a cry of rage she lashed out psychically at the Zekrom, wanting to hurt him as he had hurt her.

Meanwhile Iason watched with a bit of pride as the others attacked, feeling pleased that some of those gathered were the ones that had joined him the day before. His eyes darted to Phantasm's unconscious form, noting that he was stirring a little; good, he wasn't injured then. Shifting a little he extended his hand and used Will-o-Wisp against the already fallen Anastasia, taking pleasure in her sounds of pain; she deserved it.

"Good job!" he called out, still favoring his side, but he'd be fine until this was taken care of. "Now finish her off!"

(Rolling for damage done by Anastasia!)

party hard

Suri watched as the collar snapped and suppressed the urge to clap and cheer for Rua and Grin’s success. They managed to subdue the brainwashed mightyena without hurting, or worse, killing him. Muirin was right, there was enough blood and death here today, there didn’t need to be any more, not if they could help it.

There was a tense moment where it looked like Muirin was going to get electrified by the gardevoir and Suri nearly jumped in between the two of them…but a huge pulse of water slammed into her before he could even get half a step in. As he watched Anastasia fall to the ground and barely get her dazed self back up, the volcarona felt his face heat up just a little. What strength! He was embarrassed that he’d thought Muirin was as delicate as he looked.

The (very handsome) zekrom and (somewhat handsome but mostly creepy) banette seemed to close the chapter on this battle but, somehow, even after that brutal barrage, Anastasia was still conscious. If she got the chance to recover somehow (he was pretty sure psychic types could do that?) she might do something rash…she might hurt or kill someone in her frenzied state, even if it cost her her own life.

“You’ve done enough miss.” The words came out quiet and eerily calm as Suri raised a hand and called forth the scorching, volcanic heat that lived deep inside of him. The air in front of him wavered with the intensity of the heat and, for a second, Suri looked almost astonished at his own strength. He’d never really battled anyone before, not in earnest at least; he had no idea how ferocious his attack would be. Then it hit him: he’d boosted his attack earlier with his dance, the dance he had used because he'd chickened out on attacking anyone. So now, what had meant to simply be a solid hit to keep Anastasia down, was overkill.

[[Dice roll not required, Anastasia is already dead.]]

Well he hadn't got the killing blow, then again, the likelihood of him being successful from this distance was highly unlikely. The Snivy was a fast creature and that generally meant that he wasn't always accurate in battle - as such, it was fitting that someone else meet success. In this case it was Suri; suffice to say that the Volcarona didn't appear to have true control over his abilities but the point was moot when it did exactly what Narcissus (and probably a few others) desired.

...Narcissus just had to clap from his vantage point.

Still crouched on the lamp post, he had a rather impressive view of both the damage and the field of battle. Kudos had to be given to all of those involved, particularly to Muirin and Grin who had assisted in limiting the casualties significantly - hell if the puppy was still controlled then everyone would have been in for one wild ride.

"Nicely done," Narcissus conceded, his lips pursing into a wry smile as he regarded the scene beneath his feet. It was only after a few moments of thought that he glanced towards Phantasm and Iason, his eyebrow raising scathingly. "Now what are we going to do about the accusations both of you have thrown around and the very public murder?" he enquired curiously.

"It's not as if the public or the authorities are going to be overly impressed by what they've just seen," he mused, moreso to himself than anything...

During the battle Shinrei had watched on in horror, hands clasped together against his chest as he murmured quiet pleas for everyone to come out okay. Now that it was done in, finished in a burst of flame, he blinked and attempted to pull himself together. He had never seen such a fight. It was simply horrible. The Chimecho felt cold and uncertain as he stared at what remained of Anastasia. Had that last attack really been necessary? Surely they could have simply knocked her out.

He moved his gaze away, walking woodenly towards the group to help with the injured.