[center][h2][color=lightgoldenrodyellow]Pit[/color] [color=gray]&[/color] [color=D34C25]Primrose[/color][/h2]
[color=lightgoldenrodyellow][u]Level[/u]: [b]8[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 205/80[/color]
[color=D34C25][u]Level[/u]: [b]11[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 229/110[/color] 
[color=gray]𝙱𝙿[/color] [color=gold]●●●[/color][color=gray]●●[/color] 

[b]Location[/b]: Inside the Qliphoth, The Dead Zone
Word Count: 1049 (+2 exp x2)[/center]
Pit took a moment after exiting O's original hiding place to take in the state of the battlefield, and the new building. The other battles didn't exactly look like they were going [i]fine[/i] but since the state of things hadn't shifted into the truly dire yet, he planned to stick on O and actually bring the Consul down for real this time. Besides, though Pit was an angel he wasn't the healing or supporting kind. The only thing he had to offer was his offense, and he'd be putting that towards O first. He wouldn't be the only one this time either, as he noted Juri fast approaching.

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"What does that even mean?"[/color] he called back to the woman, falling in behind her as she rushed to the command center the Consul had put up. He had a score to settle, but when Sandalphon gave him a new assignment he skidded to a halt right outside the door, even as Juri hacked her way inside.

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"What? No way!"[/color] he protested. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"I found him! And he locked me in that tank after he said he gave up! I gotta pay him back!"[/color]

He probably could help out against D, but he wasn't the only one that could wield the power of light, right? Pit cast his gaze back at the center of the arena where D was single-handedly holding off more than a handful of Seekers. He frowned, petulant, even as Junior and Rika went by to tackle O's building itself. While the archangel was in one ear, his goddess was in the other. He didn't speak aloud to her, though his face twisted up like he wanted to argue. He spent a few precious seconds there, just standing, listening, sorting out his own thoughts.

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"Argh, fine!"[/color] he said eventually, turning to run back to the other side of the arena. 

He had re-summoned his bow already, but if he wanted to use his elemental light then it would have to stay a bow, rather than be used up close as a blade. Since there were still a bunch of people fighting D in close combat even after the shuffle, it was probably for the best that Pit wouldn't be just another body up close. The angel made his way toward the battle all the same, stopping when he judged he was the best distance away for his arrows to get up to a decent speed after shooting, but not too far that they'd be too easy to see coming. 

Pit stood, drawing the bow back to its maximum pull. The light arrow the formed gradually grew larger and brighter, its pale blue fading into warm yellow. When released the charged shot flew forward, snaking around Seekers and D's spells to attempt to snipe the Consul with his elemental weakness. Naturally Pit didn't stop at just one. The following arrows swooped up and over, or around at odd angles, Pit taking full advantage of their maneuverability to try and make every shot a hit. He held them until the powered up most of the time, figuring that with D's attention pulled in so many directions he could get away with that instead of relying on the faster but weaker versions. So it was that the air buzzed with streaks of golden light as the other battles continued.

In another section of the hollow, Primrose had heeded Sandalphon's advice as well. At the first mention of those battling A in some real trouble, she had turned her attention over there to take stock of the situation herself. With so much going on it was hard to get a complete picture, but she could see all but one of the five men she and Midna had left to fight A still there. Their movements were haggard though, not quite sluggish but certainly strained. Then Primrose had to focus again on the Gravemind, lest a whipping tentacle put her into the ground. 

She cast another spell, watching the flicking black and red of her magic burst against the monstrosity. Then, she turned to A once more, this time with intent to take him on in battle herself. [color=D34C25]"I hear you, Sandalphon,"[/color] she said, her hand brushing against the glyph as though it was her linkpearl. She passed the men as they disengaged, but she didn't stop to offering them any healing. There were others better suited to it, and her flame of Warmth required her to touch them one by one or attempt Sealticge's Seduction again. There was little time for a break like that. She briefly met eyes with Therion, each of them assessing the other's well being, before they took up their new roles.

As the ceiling cracked open and the Qliphoth split apart, Primrose did her best not to get too distracted. It was a pretty insane sight, that demonic looking moon descending toward them on top of the Gravemind's new form, the two monstrous Consuls out in the open and whatever was going on in the building behind them. Instead, Primrose conjured her magic and summoned her striker Bianca. If brute force was enough to take down A, then she would force it alright, and put a stop to whatever he had planned. Hopefully it would prevent that monster from falling from the sky, but only time would tell.

[color=D34C25]"Fall,"[/color] she commanded as her Dirge of Dusk was conjured, the black masses converging on A and weakening him further to dark magics with every bolt that struck home. Then she breathed in and out, bombarding the Moebius with whatever she had. 

Unsure how much armor Moebius A had in his newest form, Primrose cast her Luna alongside her Vengeful Spirit to get around any kind of defenses he had. They blew through A, shedding sparks of fire as they connected. With Midna's Rainbow Rondo they also produced notes of music that bounced and burst for only a moment before being turned into yet more flames. Her striker lashed out with rapid stabs of her own great sword, joining the close range fighters while Primrose kept to the back line. Without the protection of her Baldur Shell she was careful to keep a close eye on A's movements, making sure he didn't blind side her while she cast her magic.