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[b][u]Group A[/b][/u]

Still on her knees, Trixie slumped once Estelle jumped for her sword upon Gaoh making his appearance. Only after Don made his crash did her eyes lift from the ground to see him, before drooping back down. She longed to jump for him, to reach for him and embrace him in the tightest hug imaginable - to do the same for the other three surrounding her, all of whom she regarded as her heroes - but her own nightmare flashing in her head over and over again prevented her from moving an inch. What if their lives were pulled from her own as well? The term 'superhero' no longer safeguarded them from death.

Gaoh stood there, ready with his infamous cannon. Largo was not there to stop him this time. He... he too was...

Trixie hunkered down with her hands clasped around the back of her head. "Please... no more..." she wheezed, her voice hoarse.

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[b][u]Group C[/b][/u]

Amy watched the boys interact from a far distance, only for the short-lived reunion to be cut short from the incoming Bearon, with a guest appearance from the giant spider she had faced back in Museo. The cleric grit her teeth, clenching onto her gem brightly. "You have got to be shitting me." It was out of luck the Bearon was taken down with the help of Cole, but with their team drained down to limited numbers already, they were fucked against the beast.

It wasn't enough. Lucien still had it in him to crack a final joke, before the beast that was the mutated Oren emerged to haunt them as well.

Dylan began to lose it. If their current circumstances didn't spell imminent death, Amy would have considered whipping some sense into him. "Get a hold of yourself!" was all she could manage before a deafening roar brought their attention back to the Bearon. The mutated Oren followed up with another roar, lashing out with its tail once again. Amy took a deep breath. "Okay. There's no fuckin' way these things are real. We've got that established. So maybe... maybe if we could..."

The area quaked again. Perhaps Dylan had the right mindset; maybe giving up would get them out of their hell. There was no way they could fight or outrun the fuckers. Amy too could not believe in this nonsense - but she refused to give in. Whoever was doing this to them... giving up was exactly what they wanted, wasn't it? Whatever the option was had to be decided on quick, as it wasn't long before any of the three atrocities lunged after them.

Amy prayed. She prayed that... that they wouldn't get to them. That they had more time to think. That they would find a way out of this in time. "Gods!" she cried out. Slow them down! Chain their feet! Barricade them! Something, anything to keep them away!