Finally, it was over. Mostly. With their coordinated efforts, Angélique watched as every spiders and centipedes were utterly destroyed by the powers of her teammates. Seeing this pile of junk getting what they rightfully deserved, it brought satisfaction to the screaming Mage’s mind. Her stigmas wasn’t entirely sated, still yearning for bringing personal doom, but the lack of targets would suffice to get herself back in control.
Already, Emma signaled her team that she was leaving to help the Evacuation team. Angel was just about to call out the Tulpamancer's name, but the Aberration had already turned the next ruined block and was out of sight. It was no use stopping her now. She seemed too determined to save the others instead of waiting for the whole group to go together.
It reeked of bad decisions. Hopefully, Emma would meet Callan on the way there and they'll be able to protect each other. Hell, maybe even Brent would cover her if she met trouble on the way.
Now that Angel had calmed down and there was nothing threatening in the immediate vicinity, the X-marked young woman swiftly took off her half-disintegrated military pants, revealing the mostly intact pair of jeans underneath, save for the important bits missing by lack of Wishalloy application. To hide her half-naked lower body, the raven-haired Aberration took the remaining pants right leg and wrapped it around her lower body, covering most of her naked butt cheek and front. It didn't completely cover the whole missing parts, but it did the job. At least it saved Angel the embarrassment of roaming the battlefield with an eyeful of naked bum and V-line.
Feeling more at ease from no longer feeling her important bits naked, Angélique turned to the other victim of Hazel's impromptu stripping, noticing how exposed Siena was as well. Seeing her in that state, Angel was bothered by it and figured she'd fix it rather than leave her friend on the battlefield with her delicate features uncovered. Siena probably thought the same way as she did when putting her alloy on.
Angel took off the ruined remains military jacket to reveal the bulletproof vest underneath zipped on top of a shoulderless deep purple sweater and walked towards Siena, disintegrated jacket in hand.
"Hang on Siena. Stand still for a second."
Angélique announced herself to the girl as she walked up behind her, taking the black military wear and draped it around the brunette Arbiter's lower body. Making sure what little remaining of the jacket covered most of her friend's naked embarrassing places, the sonic Mage then tied the cloth tightly as best as she could. Being taller than the younger girl, Angel had to lean a bit forward, her head just about at the same level as Siena's as she worked on the makeshift paréo.
"There you go. That should hold on until we get back. Don't want to have you running around the place half-naked, hm?"
While Angel was covering Siena's parts, she could not help but notice the injuries on the girl's shoulder and hand. How did she got those injuries in the first place? Were they caused by the metal hound that jumped on her?
"Are you alright?" The obsidian-haired Aberration asked out of concern to the brunette Arbiter. "Your wounds... Do you need a Healer to fix you up?"
As expected, Shizuri didn't last long, though Hank's quick disappearance was startling. Dropping her now-injured arm, Siena released a breath, willing herself to work through whatever faint discomfort the fatigue would bring. Fury boiled beneath the surface, but she'd spent her entire life learning how to control that. To control all her emotions, really. Long before the whatever joke of a deity drew a white paintbrush across her face, Maya had been there to teach Siena how to arm herself in ways unseen and underestimated.
The thoughts didn't continue for long before Siena was grounded by Angel's voice, her body instinctively starting to move, but a conscious effort keeping her cemented. Standing still was difficult with her head twisting every thought, harder still with the bitter rage throwing its weight against the edges of her self-control, trying to create a reason to lash out as Angel tied the jacket. The brunette took a soft breath, fatigue dulled in the wake of frustration.
Instead, she directed her attention to the wounds on her arm. Bleeding--it looked worse than it felt. More blood than expected, but the cuts weren't likely to be that deep. She examined it for only a moment before shaking her head lightly. The pain was at least something to grasp onto.
"Not really. It looks worse than it is, see?" Doing a few quick movements with her fingers to show there was no loss of mobility, Siena allowed her arm to drop back to its place, her uninjured arm already tapping through a selection of images and words. "The other teams need our help. I can get to them without fail from here if everyone else can handle any remaining clockworks."
Angel sighed in relief upon seeing how superficial her comrades' wounds were. It was probably her overprotective side that dramatized the importance of the injuries.
Hearing Siena's conviction towards helping their other classmates in their time of need, it renewed the Aberration's will to fight. She nodded to the Arbiter.
"Alright. We'll deal with the giant one over there and be on our way to help the others."
After Ethan suggested the offensive support team members to return to the drop off point, Angélique shook her head negatively, a frown drawn on her injured and shades-less face.
“We still have work to do. Evacuation Team is besieged by Rogues, and from Brent’s perspective, things are going to shit over there. I’m not letting my fellow classmates down after all we’ve went through. We’ll save them and return from this mission together.” Angel turned to the members of her team “Right, guys?”
“Grant, can I borrow your mission phone? Mine got… pulverized in the heat of battle.”
While Angélique was still a bit mad over Hazel having blown up half her stuff and clothes from dragging her at the center, she tried to conceal her frustration and hold off from blaming her for what she did. She already yelled at the Aberration earlier out of spite from her loss of control, no need to aggravate the situation right now.
Taking the phone Grant handed to her, Angel took a moment to look at the map and locate everyone. Sander was off inside the mines; Callan was heading towards Evacuation Team; Christmas’ team and Gregory had moved away from their original position, and Evac team was not far south from her current position. The only team that seemed to have remained stationary were Lilianna’s team.
Nodding to herself, Angel opened a channel frequency available only to Healer Team Halvost. She acknowledged Brent’s warning earlier about the possibility of the Rogues spying on their position, and as such wanted to limit the flow of information by speaking directly to the folks concerned individually
“Team Halvost, this is Angel. Are you guys well enough to provide healing? I... require medical aid.”
It was tough for Angel to ask for help, especially since their position was compromised early in the battle from an encounter with a Rogue Subnatural assassin. But the pain was starting to become unbearable. Her face started to get numb. She could taste the iron and dirt from the blood slowly dripping from the gashes on her face. She could remember someone from the evaluation telling them the need to see the bigger picture. It would be a stupid death to bleed out like that instead of getting patched up.
"Angel, Ernie and Christmas are headed your way, so I'll need you to take care of that collector near you guys. They're gonna be sticking with offensive support for now."
It took a while for that response, but it somehow satisfied the sonic Mage. If Ernest and Christmas were joining offensive support, then that meant Zoe was off helping Evac team as well. They probably were planning this move just after they got Angel's call. Looks like everyone will be converging onto the battle with the Rogues in the end.
"Alright, we'll be taking care of that thing. Be careful out there. We'll come to help as soon as we're done here."
As soon as she acknowledged Zoe's message, Angelique switched channel frequency to one of the remaining member of the Striker Team she wasn't sure about his whereabouts. They needed as much firepower as she needed to help taking down whatever those Rogues were.
“Chris, Angel here. Join us up as soon as you are done dealing with your targets. If you need healing, Christmas is going to be with us ”
Since she knew Chris couldn’t speak in Dragon form, from her previous training sessions with him, Angel didn’t bother keeping the channel open. Whether he'll come or not, she will see soon enough.
Turning to face her team, Angel tried to keep a reassuring composure about herself despite feeling so weary from the blood she was losing. Hopefully, this battle was going to be over soon, she wished. She returned Grant's phone to its owner.
"Let's get that Collector out of the way for Christmas and Ernest to reach us safely."
Determined to get this over as soon as possible, the ex-rockstar didn't want to mess around for long, even in her injured state. If she could just hold on long enough, she'll be patched up soon enough to enjoy a painless face. For now, all that mattered was getting rid of that mammoth-sized clockwork heading their way before helping the others at Evac Team,
Hopefully Callan and Emma were good enough help to save Lawrence's team.
While she did not want to get in the way of the others' attacks, the raven-haired young woman did not want to feel useless, standing around doing nothing while her team was doing all the hard work. She wanted to be of as much help as she could be.
Taking a deep breath and centering herself from her now more focused mind, Angelique started walking towards the elephantine construct. She knew her range, The machine's unnatural long arms were not long enough to reach for Angel in her direct area of effect.
The sonic Aberration shouted out four finely precised shots of concentrated sonic waves, one after the other. Her targets were the joints on the Collector's four legs, one scream for each leg.
After her series of shrieks ended, Angel coughed a few times. Her throat was getting sore. She could feel herself nearing her limits.
