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[EVENT] Battle Log One

Who: Everyone
When: September 25, Late Evening
Where: The docks
What: The Minions Attacking
Warnings: Possible death, violence and cursing, so PG-13. Remember, if you die, you will resurrected by The Rulers and shackled. If you are injured, you will be immediately shackled and grouped with the others. We will be posting to this log as

minions.

While the minions kept stealing items, it didn’t seem like that stopped the denizens from doing what they wanted to. This did not please the Rulers, no, not one bit! So, as the boat took off, the Emperor took the literal wind away from the sails, making the ocean a still as could be. There is a long moment of complete silence; no trees ruffling in the wind, no leaves rolling down the cobblestone streets of the districts, nothing.

At the beach, the minions begin to appear, giggling oddly and looking at the boat with malicious grins. Some of them are carrying weapons, some of them with glowing hands that signify magic. Behind them are Justice and Judgment, looking grim as they signal the attack. The minions begin their attack, either with weapons or magic, aiming directly for the boat and the passengers.

Good luck, denizens.

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Hibari had decided to stay behind and not leave with the crowded ship, so he was still wandering the beach when the first minions began to appear, filling the air with their obnoxious giggling. It was obvious what they were planning to do (come on, who could miss the weapons, or the glowing hands of death, or...) - it was just too bad for them that Hibari was going to throw a hammer in their plans. Or was the saying supposed to be a spanner in the works? No matter. When he did it, he did it...

Literally. Hey, Justice, there's a hammer flying straight towards your head. He figures that it's best to take out one of the leaders first - he's used to decimating armies, after all, and usually, the herbivores all dissipated into chaos once their leaders were incapacitated.

It hadn't taken long for one of the minions to capture him. Without any way to fight back, no spear, no magic, Howl was quickly shackled and dragged over to the spot which had apparently been designated as the holding zone for captives.

Well, that was pointless. So much for the plan to sail out of reach of the Rulers' power, he thinks with a sigh.

When the boat suddenly stalled and the winds vanished, she had a bad feeling. So when she spotted the minions on shore,Yoko immediately went into defense mode, making sure to grab the nearest weapons she could use to defend herself and others. At the same time she made sure the children on board were somehow taken care for, her mostly standing as a shield for the few she could find.

Spade couldn't really say that being alive again was something he expected; as much as the Vongola Rings meant that "dying" hadn't been permanent the first time, there was a big difference between ending up a disembodied spirit body-jumping with an artifact right there to use as an anchor, and not having any such anchor or his powers, dying, and waking up at...

Well however long later it was; he went out to try to find that out, this time being a ~bit~ more prepared - grabbing one of the swords (even if it was mostly to toss to someone else) and the the Tarnhelm before sneaking out, because being able to go check things out invisibly was much preferable to possibly getting shot/stabbed/etc. again.

No, he wasn't getting on the boat; he honestly wouldn't be surprised, at this rate, if the Rulers had a kraken or something. Boat not moving? Yeah, not a huge surprise.

And as much as using something the Rulers gave him at a time like this was risky, he knew damn well what the best weapon he had was when it did turn into a fight - not the sword, not any hypothetical spear, but the Tarnhelm. They wanted Fafnir, they could bloody well have Fafnir; after the last few days, having a good target to not-so-metaphorically sharpen claws and take things out on sounded ~wonderful~.

And that would be why there is, somewhat abruptly, a large, low to the ground armored dragon, venom dripping from its jaws, going after the forces on the beach.

He never did think this plan would really work. But if there was even the slightest chance he could get home again, he had to take it. Even if it only meant getting away from the Rulers. Anything to stop himself from turning into that thing again.

So it was not that much of a surprise when the wind stopped. It was terrifying that his enemies were powerful enough to control even nature itself, but he tried not to think about that. The minions were preparing to attack. Focusing all of his senses on the enemies before him as Schwarz had taught him to do, he readied the katana he had imagined into being before. Crest or no Crest, he was still the King of Hearts, and he would not go down without a fight.

Now, Now, Hibari, Justice will not even allow it to get close. Thanks to the sacrifice of a loyal minion, who takes the hammer to the head in a fatal blow, Justice lets out a high, cold laugh, just sending a large group against this man. He was the one who always wanted a fight, didn't he.

The minions that took off towards Hibari were carrying assorted weapons; swords, large hammers, some even using their fists! The archers stayed to the back, shooting in his direction as they try to take him down before he can fight back.

And a fight he would have.

The minions that come for Domon had swords and spears, archers at the ready behind them. But while their fellows attacked directly, aiming to take down their targets as quickly as possible, they taunt, stay just out of Domon's reach for the time being. The closest to him jabbed its sword, just before barking at him. Another howled, and a chorus of almost childish giggling followed the animalistic sound.

Shouichi is next in line for this, being roughed up a little bit even though he did attempt to fight back. He's shoved in the area with Howl, falling to the ground with a fat lip and a developing black eye. Getting up, he sighed as the magical field closed and he looked at his companion.

"T..This could have gone better..." He states awkwardly

Katniss had easily imagined herself up a wooden bow and a quiver of arrows, and was thankful that she should keep imagining up arrows as she started to pick down the Archers skillfully. It wasn't even that hard for her, but it was starting to get a little bit tricky when the armed ones got in close. Pushing back as far as she could, she stayed close to the boat and continued to shoot off arrows as best she could.

Strange laughter continued to precede the minions, as they made their way from shore to ship. The ones that approached Yoko's end were composed of archers and magicians, almost fittingly, for the time being. Why not pit sharpshooter against sharpshooter?

The archers lined up, nocking arrows and taking aim at the ship while the magicians worked to conjure up winged creatures that seemed as if they were made of lightning. The moment they had a flock of them, the archers fired upon the ship, magic flying after each arrow.

Ugetsu was slashing through the minions as incredible speed. Even without his rain flames, he was able to read his enemy's attacks and attempt to get to G as fast as he could. The other would need assistance while reloading his guns, as he always did, and it was not appropriate for the other to be alone. They were a family and they needed to protect each other.

Taking a hit to the arm with a club, Ugetsu let out the rare curse, hurrying to G and working through the soreness. He'd fought with worse before.

Teddie honestly had tried to fight, he really had, but it was literally impossible for him to get an edge up on so many people, especially when he didn't have his persona. However, he had been trying to help someone who had been hurt, and they came behind him and hit him hard with something, right in his back. After another kick, they put some shackles on his hands and dragged him to the area that was closed off by magic, throwing him in with the rest of the people. Recovering after a few moments, Teddie sat up and tried to get past the barrier to help, but sighed when he realized he couldn't.

"What am I going to do..." He said sadly, looking at all the people out there fighting.

He didn't even care that the hammer hadn't reached Justice's head - a grin spread across his lips, bloodthirsty and feral at the prospect of a battle. Bring it, minions. He'll tear each and every one of you down.

But first - the arrow storms coming from the archers are really quite annoying, so he lifts his head and purses his lips; a moment later, a piercing whistle echoes over the island, and there's an answering whinny from somewhere. High above, in the heavens.

It's not long before his flaming horses come crashing down amongst the archers and start wreaking havoc, trampling some, grabbing others in their teeth and tossing them over into the water. Hibari's grin just spreads at the sight, before he darts to meet the armed minions head on - though he may not have his box weapons and his tonfa, he's just as deadly without them, as evidenced by the way he dances among his enemies, using their own weapons against them. An overarching swing with a broadsword has him ducking aside - the moment the minion overbalances, he kicks at the back of the knees, forcing it to stumble before he steps up and snaps its neck neatly with one efficient movement. Another death, another minion taken care of. But there's still more surrounding him.

"For the crime of crowding... I'll bite you all to death."

"Why you-!"

The taunting actions alone were enough to make him mad, but the barks and howls were enough to make him absolutely furious.

"I am not a dog!"

He tries to attack the minions despite not being able to get close enough to them. This was just wasting energy, but he was too angry to care.

Domon's reaction only served to egg them on, sending them into a fit of laughter before a handful of them began howling together, dancing further out of his reach as they did so. A few others willingly entered his space, jabbing and slashing at him with spear and sword, prepared for the risk they were taking by directly attacking the angered denizen.

England had expected an attack, to be quite honest. There was no way the Rulers would allow the lot of them to leave so easily. With sword in hand, he quickly ran to the back of the ship and started slashing at the little beasts. Each swing of his weapon was for all the problems he'd faced when coming to Arcanarum; he'd been taken from his world, had his magic stolen, had been turned into a puppet, was put in a dress, was given a tail. And there were many other things he wanted to punish the Rulers for.

He had to be careful of the water. No matter how good his sea legs were, if the ship sank, England would drown. But he was not scared. He didn't fear the Rulers. No, he was just filled with anger. The country sought a blood-soaked revenge and, perhaps more importantly, an escape. This needed to end now.

She wasn't strong. Not like this, at least, not without her powers. She had tried, of course she had, but it had still been no match for those minions with their weapons and magic. Like this.. she couldn't protect anyone even though she wanted to so badly, to make sure everyone would be free from harm, but.. she couldn't even do that much, right? Like this she was just useless.

That was why Usagi was just sitting there in the closed off area, staring at other people but not really speaking up. For once her boundless optimism wasn't found as much through the self depriciation

It was why Usagi didn't speak up, even as she was silently watching Teddie while she sat there.

... Of course. Ange had been sceptical at first - partially thanks to Amakusa's talking about it too - but she had finally decided to put at least some hope in the plan, some hope that it would turn out okay after all and they would be able to get out. But the moment she noticed the boat stopping she already knew it was bad news, that it hadn't worked at all.

The minions showing up was worse news though, and she could only stare at all the fighting techniques they carried with him - magic, weapons-- .. and those behind the minions.. Were those two of the rulers? Ange didn't have much time to linger on the thought though, since the minions were already starting to approach.

"Shit."

That was all he could say about the situation, and he kept cursing himself for letting this go as far as it did. He knew this plan would backfire, he had a feeling the entire time that something would go wrong but.... he didn't think the Rulers would actually come and show themselves to them. He was frowning, but then he put on that usual smirk of his and looked back at Ange.

"Oho~! They're finally coming out to play, hyahaha! They look pretty < cool > don't you think?" And then he turns back to the shore, looking at all of them. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a knife. He's imagined a few of them- for a while now he's been doing that, needing enough weapons for when something like this happened. He'll wait for the first attack though, on guard and protecting Ange.

America had stood on the beach watching the boat leave when everything happened at once. Just as he thought things were strange when the entire world seemed to stop, out came the minions. He quickly turned around and stood in a fighting stance with his fists up.

"Alright! You guys finally decided to show up, huh?! Man, am I glad I stuck around! Okay! Time for the hero to shine!" He leaps at the crowd of minions.

Howl shakes his fair hair out of his eyes and looks over at the redhead who had become the second captive. The wizard hadn't put up much of a fight once the cuffs had been snapped over his wrists (there wasn't anywhere to run on a ship anyway, and what was he going to do - jump overboard?), so he had no injuries to speak of.

"Yes, it could have. It seems they were right about the communicators being listened in to."

Louis was seething with rage.

Without his innate resistances or his magical abilities, he was easily defeated and captured. This was extremely irritating, shameful and above all else, humiliating. The Devil himself, caught in such a way. He glowered silently up at the sky, cursing God inside of his head for this.

Louis was sure He was laughing.

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