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[right][sub][color=F4F0EC][b]Location:[/b][/color] Right in the fucking thick of it (lol this was prophetic)
[color=F4F0EC][b]Rhea Interactions:[/b][/color] 
[color=ed1c24]Jonas[/color] [@HereComesTheSnow], 
[color=bf255d]Those[/color] [color=daa520]who[/color] [color=b83d55]cannot[/color] [color=8A2BE2]fight[/color]
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[sub][color=F4F0EC][b]Marcy Interactions:[/b][/color]
[color=ed1c24]Jonas[/color] [@HereComesTheSnow], 
[color=cadetblue]Beks[/color] [@Krayzikk]
[color=9e0b0f]Dana[/color] [@Plank Sinatra][/sub]
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[sub]☠ [color=e03c31]Marcella Aveline Bonaparte[/color] ☠ [color=e03c31]20, Fifth Year[/color][/sub]
[sub]Ψ [color=20b2aa]Rhea Franky Psomas[/color] Ψ [color=20b2aa]19, Fourth Year[/color][/sub]
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Marcella's beer bottle stopped, gentle grazing her lower lip in dull fascination as she peered out towards Viv and the creatures that pursued her. [color=e03c31]"Well aren't you all just adorable."[/color] Her first thought, as she froze the bottle against her lip, cocked her head and palmed the ruby away from Dal's pretty face, was to illusions. Perhaps a prank on the newest class of 'special select students.' But, as the others began to react to the situation, specifically Bekah, it became clear that the threat would be taken seriously. Marcella gave Dal a quick peck on the cheek before hopping down from the truck, the soil beneath her churning ever so slightly.

As they surrounded the group, a silence hung in the air as the demigods waited for some kind of instruction. Marcy expected to hear Bekah's voice or Dana's war cry. But rather it was Jonas' tactical mind that sprung the fastest, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tHF76fRsTwI]eliciting a small grin from Marcella.[/url]

[i]Here we go.[/i]

[color=ed1c24]"Marcy, scare these things if you can! Fear of God on deck now!"[/color]

[color=#E03C31]"Ohh, coming right up Jo." Marcy's voice shifted from her typical bougie gently French accented party girl persona to one much more reserved. More of her French accent coming through in her words. She[/color] [color=#D53731]glanced over at Rhea, who'd also recieved some direction. The Rhea that Marcy had first met was not particularly good with the idea of combat. Or at least, she didn't have the demeanor for[/color] [color=#CA3131]it. 

Glancing out towards the Ares kids, they had the energy for it.

Marcy glanced back at Rhea, their eyes meeting briefly. It was a damned good thing Rhea was not the same girl[/color] [color=#BF2C32]she had first met. 

Marcy walked out towards the wolf-like fiends, Jonas providing some cover fire as his bow shot off, the arrow rupturing the relative silence of the forest with a crack that[/color] [color=#B42632] rippled into the air. Marcy felt her focus grow, her hand on the ruby squeezing it. She felt the gem begin to splinter as her divine abilities flowed through it, grasping each shard[/color] [color=#A92132]like a tiny dagger.

"Si vous voulez une chose bien faite, faites-la vous-même." Marcy's whispered words took root in her body, as her divine energy began to slide off of her form. Her hair[/color] [color=#9D1B32]and dress seemingly affected by a second more ominous wind. The grass beneath her feet withered and the dirt dried up. She glanced out towards the beasts, her form radiated an energy many knew[/color] [color=#921632]but did not face. The long night, a final rest. 

Glaring at the beasts she knew she was effectively defenseless. Luckily, she had whom she did behind her. She felt another arrow whiz by[/color] [color=#871032]her form. The force of the arrow's impact and trajectory past her form launched her hair up but she kept her focus. She had the gem if the beasts approached her, and until then[/color] [color=#7C0B33]she assumed they'd avoid her and split their group for the 'easier' prey. Surely, that was Jonas' quickly drafted battle plan.[/color]

[color=#710533]"Come on then you little bitches. Let me to guide you to eternity." Marcy spat, as Creboros returned to her side, all three heads snarling at their newest meal. The princess of the underworld and her loyal hound faced the beasts, as they began to spread around her instead of charging. 

It was working.[/color]


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[color=ed1c24]"Rhea! Gather up everyone who can't fight and hit the water! You can keep them safe there!"[/color]

[color=#20B2AA]Immediately Rhea leapt into action upon hearing Jonas' words. "Everybody who isn't going to get into a fist fight with a demon tonight hop in the fucking lake!" She shouted out with a tinge of almost anger in her voice. In truth, she wasn't angry at all - however she needed to rush those who would prove[/color] [color=#22A2B2]to be liabilities. She watched as Jonas divided the rest of his chess pieces as evenly as he could afford to. With Marcella's role becoming apparent through a more careful consideration of her abilities. One might assume that through her unique form of ferrokinesis, she'd be apt to handle the back line. However regarding Jonas' weapon choice[/color] [color=#2392B9]and Dana's probable firearms given Bekah's cry for a shotgun, the backline was covered. 

To protect the backline Jonas could have attempted to assemble a vanguard, but there wasn't enough pieces. The backline would get chewed up if there was an en masse attack, but as Marcella and Rhea locked eyes and Jonas cried out for the[/color] [color=#2581C1]fear of god it was clear that there wouldn't be a charge en masse. Marcy would serve as a glorified obstruction. The demon-like dogs would have to split their attention moving around her and the backline would be able to fire at will as they split up. 

Rhea's role, of course, was to protect the useless.[/color] [color=#2771C9]In combat, one of her many lessons was to simplify what she could. Did she feel all of these people were useless? In combat, yes. That was all that mattered at the moment.

As Rhea backed up, with a group gathering behind her, she was presented with an option from Jonas. A weapon. 

Her weapons were rustier[/color] [color=#2961D1]than her hand to hand experience in combat, and she had the lake here. It wasn't a wise option and would likely slow down her muscle memory or reflexes, if her coat got torn up that was fine. 

Her foot stopped just short of the lake. The lapping waves just barely missing her.

The first lesson she[/color] [color=#2A51D8]had ever been taught was to avoid training within water. She was heightened in water, it was a crutch. If she could become good outside of water, she'd be great within.

She let her foot slide back in the sand as the water began to lap up her pant leg. Continuing backwards into the lake her mind[/color] [color=#2C41E0]felt as if unlocked itself and her blood began to boil in her veins. She felt as if she could access any part of her knowledge in a fraction of the time she had been previously capable of it.

One of the hounds slipped past Marcy, Jonas and the bevy of backline babes that had been assembled.[/color] [color=#2E31E8]Rhea continued to back into the water. The monster advanced on her and the others, slowly. Rhea's finger tips gingerly made contact with the water as the beast's tendrils lashed out. It slowly advanced towards her, its maw snapping at the air between them. Its hunger, evident. 

But Rhea was too fast, she saw the tension build[/color] [color=#3020F0]in its back legs, the eyes focus narrow in on her jugular. Her hand rose up, calmly, casually and a stream of pressurized water shot out towards the beast. The hound could almost finish a whimper before both halves dropped into the watter, sullying it. The stream of water shot out towards a tree noticebly slashing into the trunk. 

"Stay behind me." Rhea's voice was steady, with a tinge of excitement that only the most perceptive could detect. She was ready to go all out.[/color]