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After having a confused Janus reconfirm which of the two armored gentlemen were who, and after Sidonus gave the pair a bit of an insulting for getting them mixed up, the cat and the goat exchanged sheepish looks with one another and then shrugged... Apparently neither of them were all too concerned about having gotten the names of these two humans mixed up. Probably for different reasons, but that didn't matter so much at this time. Everyone had been issued their destinations and now they were all blasting off, so to speak, to wherever it was they were meant (or had chosen to) go. Even the rude Sidonus had slid down the cliff already and begun rushing towards the besieged port.
Port was a bit of a generous description though... It was more like, a fishing village. With a solitary pier. Calling it a town was also a bit of a stretch, as Coco could count the number of houses from atop the cliff and see all the various residences without any issue. But now wasn't the time to argue semantics.
Making a gesture with her hand, the werecat called forth a small disc-like protrusion from the cliffside, stepped upon it and then began to ride it down towards the beach, like an elevator or escalator. Gwendolyn, on the other hand, stepped forward to the edge of the elevated ledge, put her hands on her hips, smirked widely, and then performed a forward flip while shouting: '
Gwendolyn, taking off!'
While Coco's ride down was smooth and simple, albeit perhaps not the fastest, she made it down with no issue and began unhurriedly jogging towards the village of Sanjo. Meanwhile, Gwendolyn's top-heavy physique caused her to perform an excessive amount of aerial rotations (which she had not planned or accounted for) which in turn caused the little baphomet to lose her composure and coordination... Resulting in a glorious bellt-flop on the sand below, complete with a cloud of cartoonish proportions rising into the air and the ground being somewhat indented and forming a shallow hole in the shape of her fram... Which she was now stuck in. Face-first. Oof.
A moment of silence later, a teary-eyed Gwen rose and rubbed the sand from her eyes and hair, before looking from side to side, making sure nobody had witnessed her little faux-pas, and then began to run along and follow after Sidonus and Coco. The baphomet was a bit more motivated though and quickly caught up with the werecat. As the two ran alongside one another, the former turned to the latter.
"We must hurry to save the villagers from these wretched hooligans, Miss Kitty! Come, hasten your pace!""Don't rush, Tiny. We don't know just how many are in there yet, and we don't want to get caught surrounded and penned in with her panties down.""Hah, a trifling concern! I would break us out even if I lost my panties! Onwards!""Wh- No, that's not what I meant. Tinyyy~!"Coco's complaint and metaphor fell on deaf ears, as the baphomet sped up and quickly caught up with Sidonus. Once Coco and Vara got themselves to the pairs side, the human issued some kind of half-hearted plan, before rushing off to fight. Coco sighed and cast a side-long glance at the man as he rushed off to engage in battle. She then looked to Vara and Gwendolyn, stretching her arms up and arching her back slightly, seemingly limbering herself up before taking any sort of action.
"Well, you heard the man, ladies. Let's get this over with, 'right?" The werecat said, before selecting a seemingly random direction, which wasn't the same as Sidonus, and took off in a rather casual, unenthused run. Gwendolyn waved at her companion - which was pointless, as the werecat had turned her back towards her.
"Good luck, and good hunting, Miss Kitty! I too shall join the frey now, hah! May we meet again soon, Lady Demoness." The little goat-girl said, both to Coco and Vara, before bouncing off in her own direction.
Coco's pace made it very clear that she wasn't in any actual hurry or felt any real urgency in the situation. She was much more concerned with taking in her surroundings, checking the side-streets and smaller nooks to make sure she wasn't being followed or boxed in, eithe rby Varjans or by the local villagers. Ensuring she had ways to escape and get back to where she'd come from, the werecat finally took notice of a situation unfolding as she turned a corner.
A group of savage Varjans were apparently readying themselves to attack a shizuyaman man and his infant. Although she wasn't overly concerned with their well-being, even Coco had enough of a heart to feel disgusted with this sight before her. What kind of people were so cowardly and vile as to gang up on a single person carrying a helpless baby? Channeling magic into her hands, the werecat slammed her palms down into the ground infront of her, still standing a ways back from the Varjan group who were facing the other way.
The magic was set free and surged through the dirt ground, racing towards the Varjan soldiers. Then, as quickly as it had raced forth, it errupted from the ground below the marauding invaders. Taking the shape of jagged, fang-like protrusions of solid stone, a 'tooth' for each of the gathered pillagers shot out from below them. Some aimed to strike at their targets groin or crotch-area, while others struck higher, aiming for the chest or abdomen. Coco watched with sharp, focused eyes - but still kept her wits about her, looking and glancing sideways to make sure nobody came around a corner or tried to blindside her.
In the case that the rock fangs didn't send their targets flying or crumpling to the ground in pain, she'd start gatheirng magic energy to unleash a lightning bolt or two should the need arise. In the ncase that she was successful though, she'd disperse the energy, approach the father and child and urge them nonchalantly to get the heck out of the village.
Gwendolyn, Sanjo Village:
Excitedly racing through the simple dirt streets, lined with equally simple and pedestrian street lanterns, Gwendolyn had an excited and strangely happy look on her face. Perhaps it was adrenaline, or perhaps it was the expectant excitement of knowing this was her very first time in an actual battle where there were things at stake... And where she could finally display the power and skill which made her a superior monster and a worthy agent of the Sabbath!
She soon came across a house that had been partially lit on fire, while a pair of marauding armored fiends were busying themselves with pulling a kicking and screaming woman out from the blazing dwelling, Feeling herself swell with righteous power, the little baphomet slid to a halt, stretched her hand out and, with a flash of brief light, conjured forth her iconic scythe from the depths of hammerspace!
"Villains, halt right there!" Gwen called out, pointing her hand at the duo of dastardly degenerates.
"I, Gwendolyn have arrived, and you shan't lay a finger on this good maiden! Have at you!" She proceeded to call out, before charging forward like a bull that'd just sat down on a wasp and gotten its butt stung.
Despite her short legs, the baphomet was still ridiculously fast, and closed the gap between them in a mere moment. Drawing within range, she swung her scythe diagonally one way, and then the other, striking at both of the ne'er-do-wells. With her scythe's magic power, it'd cut through any bulky, non-magic armor as easily as a hot knife through butter, and with its energy-draining abilities, these two would flop over like a pair of cards in the wind! ... Well, at least if she
hit both of them.