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Spun around. Twirled around. Bought down to her back, letting her limbs be this 'canvas' for Arata to work with in his dance, just like they'd practiced. It felt surreal, and certainly not in a good way. But it couldn't be long now. A bomb was ticking.
And there it was.
At the very first feeling of a trembling around the building, Tia's body suddenly jerked upwards, the tight dress tearing at the edges at the abrupt movement. She was preparing to summon her motorcycle, and get everyone equipped with what they needed.
But this explosion was not controlled. This wasn't the explosion that had been planned.
Her eyes widening in horror as a wall of fire came in from either side, instinctively, Tia bought her large body around Arata's in some sort of protective embrace. Nearby metal objects - be they spoons, forks, plates... spare pieces of jewellery, did their best to try and form some sort of wall against the flames. But, as agony itself kissed one side of her body, and a gut-wrenching scream trembled from her lips, it had proved to be a futile defense against this unexpected explosion.
[glow=red]P a i n .[/glow]
Tia could feel fire scorching around her, her flimsy disguise burning, the flesh on one side of her face scalding red-hot, flakes of skin crumbling away as a puffy eye was forced closed. Her left ear rang, and her mind shook like the very supports of the building. But still, she still managed to summon it 'in time', out of sheer force of will.
"MIXUKI, TO ME--!!"
Rubble began to shower around the ballroom, a symphony of guests bones' crushing, blood spurting out from pure blunt force, with others writhing on the ground as the flames slowly ate them away, chunks of the palace acting as a mercy to release them from their fate.
But, plates of motorcycle bodywork hovering above this broken 'princess' and her false partner, acting as shields from above that stood firm, the NOAH stood, half broken. Standing on one knee, her arm still limply clutching Arata, one eye forced closed from burns. Slow, heavy, agonized breaths. Watery blood from blistered skin, trickling down one side of her face. Doing her best to keep the shield above them firm, Tia's eyes were watering from the pain, her voice letting out short bursts of what seemed a mixture between a scream and groan.
That fucker.
She thought she didn't care about these 'civilians'. But now... surrounded by their corpses... hearing their dying screams... it... it was... for someone to do this to their 'own people'... for someone to have the audacity to act as the people's 'heroes'?!
Tia's one open eye widened, and leaked tears in horror as a wife lay shattered on the floor, surrounded by the blood and entrails of her future husband. She slowly looked up, waiting for the piece of debris that would eventually crack her neck.
[glow=red]THAT FUCKER!![/glow]
In the middle of the buried corpses, a voice that shrieked in sheer, crackling rage bellowed out like a thunderbolt.
[glow=red]"--GET HIM, ARATAA!!"[/glow]
Her body roaring out instinctively despite the unbearable pain eating away at one side of her face, she extended an arm forth. Pieces of the chandelier that had crashed behind them rose from the rubble, interlacing together into some sort of metal lattice, extending outwards, pieces connecting together with metal wire. Like some sort of shield from above, that didn't flinch when falling pieces of the collapsed building hit it, she'd formed a long 'roof', a piece of wire connecting it all together. It all connected to one direction: the direction of 'King'. This way, Arata could 'see' his target. Arata could 'reach' his target, without the risk of danger from above as well as the bullets of the nearby CLERICs.
She hadn't even thought about it. With the range extension of her power the wire had provided... it had just... happened, the wire spool along with many other rucksacks of gear she'd bought for others with Mixuki, held firmly in her hand. Naomi was already moving in on King herself, but with Arata at her side as well, surely they stood a chance. That was why her body had moved in the way it had; that was why her mind had ignored the agony that should've bought her unconscious. It was all for that chance.
Her powers clear amidst everything, CLERIC guns began to aim at her. Into the barrels barely visible through the smoke, a hatred-filled eye stared back.
[glow=red]*CHK-CHK.*[/glow]
A trio of what looked like heavy machine guns, floated forth and lined up in front of the NOAH, clacked forward-and-back in midair, before they opened fire, a furious hailstorm of bullets converging in on a group of the CLERICs with a relentless vocal roar audible behind it. What seemed like huge nails, [glow=red]CRACKED[/glow] and whizzed across to accompany the bullets, dismembered and teared apart the limbs it came into contact with. Whatever Arata decided to do, she was sure to aim away from him. In her storm of rage, it seemed like 'Tia', still had an ounce of sanity in this ruined palace.
Tears: orbs of emotion, orbs of what felt like was coming from her true survival instinct, that she and all of her comrades were going to die, splattered against the floor as she let lose her wall of projectiles.
A loud [glow=red]ringing[/glow] was all the dirt-coated, burnt, and dress-ripped NOAH could hear.