[center][h3]Filia – Moon Over Bourbon Street[/h3]
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For all of the havoc wrecked among the legions of insects by the other players in the general area, Filia's desperate attempt to escape the double maws of her despicable pursuers struck her as particularly intense.  Dispossessed of true flight, the schoolgirl did her best to evade the monsters chasing her again and again, sometimes by the slimmest of margins and sometimes by no margin at all.  Streaks of blood ran down Filia's legs from the numerous punctures left in her by ravenous teeth, and the air whipping past her wounds caused her extra rounds of agony as she continued in her mad dash for survival.  Samson growled, sharing his host's pain, but could not spare enough hair from his beetle wings to deal any significant damage to the vile beasts who hurt his companion.  

A lucky leap boosted Filia onto the sill of a second-story window.  Unfurling her hair and trying to ignore the pain, she whipped around to face the bugs.  At that moment, Kyouko made her move, taking out one of the bugs and disabling another for immediate punishment.  A third abomination, however, closed in on the schoolgirl quickly.  Filia cried out in effort and her hair surged forward in clumps, catching the bug by a leg and yanking it back.  Different tentacles grabbed different parts of the insect's body, and with a hefty tug the dynamic duo ripped their enemy messily apart.  Repulsive fluids spattered down onto the pavement, and Filia sank to a sitting position on her sill.  Her eyes turned to the sky to see it clearing up; the invasion had lasted less than thirty minutes, but it felt like much longer.  Makeshift bandages of hair covered the bleeding gashes on her legs and thighs, and Samson said in a gruff but strangely reassuring tone, [b]”Good job, kid.   Ain't no bug alive that can mess with us and live to bug another day.”[/b]

Filia laughed dryly.  “Thanks.  I can't decide if I like fighting or hate it.  Everyone else seemed to have a way easier time than me.”  She scanned the ground below for Kyouko in an attempt to distract herself from the throbbing hurt.  Once the magical girl had been spotted, Filia waved at her.  “Hi!  Thanks again!  If there's anything I can do to repay you, let me know, 'kay?”

[center][h3][b][color=yellow]DIO – Joppa Road[/color][/b][/h3]
[@GameguruGG][@uh oh][/center]

More effort noises, satisfying crunches, and dying shrieks told DIO that Juri was doing her job.  She didn't even call upon him to use his Stand to aid her.  He took a moment to relax all but his hearing, waiting for the tissues of his eyes to weave themselves back together.  The elimination of the fresh squadron of bugs left in its place a vacuous silence; were the insectoid legions this drained already?  Gradually, he zeroed in on new sounds: burning and clattering, the evidence of flaming pieces falling to earth.  DIO drew the World in close to lash out at any insect parts that came too near, and considered why exactly such fragments would be aflame.  His Stingy Eyes had no such property, leading him to believe that he must have hit and at the very least greatly damaged the burning figure he'd witnessed in the sky.  [color=yellow]”So much for that fellow.”[/color]  The next few minutes were of rest, Juri and he standing at ease in the street and listening to the wondrous cacophony of heavy weapons fire.  In a way, the crackle of distant explosives, shocking percussion of artillery, and steady beat of bullets sounded oddly musical.

When DIO's eyes were healed, he beheld a horizon bereft of insects.  The City's inhabitants, in unknowing cooperation with the various players scattered throughout it, had triumphed over the insect hordes sent by the Viewer to trouble them.  A short and knowing chuckle later, DIO turned tail and walked with Juri back toward Hotel California.

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