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The werecat and the baphomet remained mostly quiet, except for the latter still rubbing the back of her ehad and going:
'Ehehehe~' for some reason. They listened to the ryu's answers and responses without any interupting, then dutifully followed their employer as they led them to where she deigned to send them off.
As they stood upon the magic circle, slowly being enveloped in the mighty eastern dragon's magic, they heard her words of good luck and her concerned wish for them all to meet again safely at a later time.
"Awww~ Don't worry, hun. We'll be just fine. See you later~" The mostly-naked werecat said softly, giving Kyouko a reassuring smile.-
"Indeed! With my power on our side, there's no denying that we'll be able to handle whatever challenges come our way. Wa-ha-ha!" The baphomet ... reassured? ... Well, more like boasted.
And then, everything went incredibly bright and white, and Coco remarked as such, holding up an arm to shield her eye, whereas Gwen stood there with eyes wide open, hands on hips and looking like she was posing for some kind of magazine-cover or something...
it was... A lot darker... then expected on Shizuyama. Or at least, that was the first throught that crossed Gwen's mind when the bright light from Kyouko's spell finally disappeared. Coco was less concerned, feeling a bit of relief that the intense glow had gone away and been replaced with the calm and pleasant murk of night. The werecat's eyes were still slightly aglow, likely a resullt of her retinae absorbing too much light. To her, the visibility was no more or less an issue than if it had been the middle of the day. However, any thoughts of small-talk or in-group-conversation was quickly dashed as a voice spoke up.
A voice of a man. A tired man. A man who sounded like he'd just tried to run a marathon through a desert. Looking over to the source of the voice, the monster group would find it belonged to a bald fellow in weird armor, with glowing eyes. He said a bunch of ragged things inbetween breaths, but wasn't able to explain much before
another fellow joined the gathering of individuals.
This one wore similar, but differently colored, armor to the bald one. He also wore a helmet. He introduced himself rudely and was very mildly chastised by his comrade who had done the receiving of the taskforce teleportation. The short-stacked Gwen was bout to speak up on behalf of her team, but was quickly silenced by a sneaky werect who slid in behind her, placed one arm on her sohulder and one hand infront of her mouth, restraining the little hellraiser.
Which caused the baphomet to flail her arms in protest.
"Sssshh, not now, Tiny. Just listen, 'right?" Coco stated casually.
... Eye-blinks later, a bunch of stuff and things happened, and the group was led from their forest-landing at some campsite, to a bunch of cliffs overlooking a beach, a port and what was frankly an unfairly large Varjan armada making landfall. There was also a laughably miniscule group of defenders in what looked ilike a hastily-built rampart preparing to meet their uninvited visitors. It didn't take a military genius to see how this was going to play out.
As the explosion that took out three Varjan ships announced the start of the battle, Coco relinquished her grip on Gwendolyn, who gave the werecat a side-eye and grumble, before turning to look out over the battlefield. She blinked a few times. TRen rubbed her eyes and blinked a few more times. This was the first time the baphomet had ever seen a real battlefield after all, so the sight was a lot to take in all at once. However, the little one didn't have much time to either adjust or take in the scene, as the two armored men began to talk amongst themselves. They were arguing on what should be done. The one with the bucket on his head wanted to go and ... Do something... About the villagers in the port town, who for some reason hadn't evacuated the minitue they saw a host of dark, skull-and-bone-adorned ships come racing towards their shores. The other, bald one, wanted the group to stick together and not divide their already few numbers. After all, the one with the ugly helmet wanted some of them to run down onto the beach, where two monster-hating forces were currently fighting, in order to find those Oja-people that Kyouko was concerned about.
Coco's tail swished from side to side, she cast an uininterested glance down on the beach, then looked over towards the port proper.
"Seems like you got your first decision to make, hubby." She said leisurely, seemingly not alarmed about the situation before them at all.
"But you'd better make up your mind quick, 'cuz those locals on the beach are gonna get crushed in a few minutes." The werecat stated and urged.
"Wh-What're you saying, Miss Kitty? We must go at once, post-haste! They need our power to withstand the black ones!" A much more invested and frantic Gwen stated, though she didn't really manage to specify
who or
which of the local groups needed their help... Albeit, both required it in all honesty.
"Calm down, Tiny... Let's let our leader decide who goes where, 'kay~?" COco didn't seem bothered by the imminent slaighter at all, given her relaxed way of speech and acting.
But it was nontheless true, Kirei didn't have much time to make a call here. And that was if he would manage to make one at all, as if there were any hot-heads or glory-hogs among their ranks, they likely wouldn't be able to resist the sight before them and leap on in without waiting for proper commands.
... Gwen was one of them, but Coco had luckily managed to grab a hold of the little goat-lady's tail and had a really good grip on it, forcing the tiny but buxom baphomet to stay in place for now.
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