[b]Natsumi Aida, the Eldritch Knight - DANGER ROOM[/b]

Ah, hubris. How it makes fools of us all. The moment the simulation started, Natsumi took a moment to reevaluate her previous overconfidence for this excercise. It quickly dawned upon her that whoever designed this scenario either firmly believed in the Spartan way, or was a complete psychopath. And here she thought this was going to be easier than what she was doing earlier...

Well, she'd heard rumours about Pariah, even if she'd never met him in person. She couldn't remember if George had, but that didn't really matter right now. What matters is that she was starting to think that the rumours were true if a training exercise he'd created was making her wish she was trying to stop a lesser deity encroach on our world instead. Thankfully, her comrades had been able to block the initial onslaught, although she didn't escape unscathed; still, it didn't take much effort to wipe the paint splatters from her face. As all hell broke loose, she tried her best to keep out of harm's way, although the multiple paint stains on her coat showed just how futile an attempt this really was.

She needed to come up with a plan, and fast. If she just sat around doing nothing, she'd be kicked off the team, which in turn would bring shame to her lineage. The last thing she wanted to do was something that would ashame George, after all. Having seen Strix and Changeling head to the roofs, she quickly realised they'd need help... There were far too many snipers up there, after all. Muttering something in some dead language, she backed off into a corner and faded from sight... Only to appear moments later inside the sniper's nest, emerging behind the sharpshooters. Hopefully, they would be too focused on their targets to notice her until it was too late.

[i]"Domdyrho Pcygo Cthulhu,"[/i] she intoned, whipping a hand out dramatically as her spell was cast. Five inky black tentacles burst out from the floor, and immediately lashed out towards the snipers, trying to restrain them or at the very least pose a distraction. Seeing how there were one too many targets, she balled up a fist and threw a powerful punch at the back of the sixth sniper's head, hoping to knock him out before he could do anything in retaliation.