Childe, Klee, Kirbo
Luckily, it seemed Katirelles wish for the poledancing competition to end was likely about to be granted, as a speeding blue blur flew downwards towards the Lovers.
While the battle between the false Lumine and Childe was undoubtable impressive, even if there was no clear winner, it did have one minor issue.
Namely, the one that Childe has no way of keeping himself aloft without the fake Traveller using Ameno to propell the pair of them upwards. Oh, and also the fact that after so much continuous battling, he was maybe a little tuckered out. Even if wanted to fall on
that to save himself, he would likely perish from the strain.
There really didn't seem to be many options for him as he streaked down to earth, clothes pretty much gone except for a small portion near his navel and behind.
And yet, he managed to keep his head facing downward and somehow not pass out. At the point he was at.... Well, if he had to go out, no need for him to be as a splatter on the ground, right?
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As Klee clung onto Adams back, she watched wide-eyed as she was given the piggy-back ride of all piggy-back rides. It was so great!!!! Mister Adam was quickly becoming a favorite of Klee...
But she couldn't forget Mister Kaito showing her the tastiest treat ever: The Kit-Kat!
Gasping in awe as Mister Adam punched a fireball, Klee had an also comical look of surprise upon her face, before asking "Mister Adam, could you teach me ho-" Unfortunately, she was cut off by....
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....a thunderous roar of lighting as Childe
slammed into The Lovers with what remaining power he could call upon with his Delusion. Purple lighting exploded outwards in a wide radius, sending back friend and foe alike from the power concentrated within the attack.
That wasn't to say the Harbringer wasn't damaged himself. Wounds bleeded outwards as he attempted to stand from his crumpled head, his Hydro attempting to form into a lance on his hand- but it looked more like a weak stick.
All in all, he was in desprerate need of a healer.
So why did an almost manic grin stretch across his face as he shakily pointed his half-formed lance at The Lovers? It didn't seem as if it was pain he was enjoying... It would be a miracle if something wasn't broken inside of him.
Was it the prospect of death looming so near in this fight as his weapon began to look moreso like a lance, and he took stance, ready for an attack despite the blood everywhere, from his feet to his head?
What could possibly motivate him... to still stand? He didn't even look like he was able to talk.
One thing was clear: Someone was going to have to get him out of the fight before he killed himself.
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Klee watched on in horror as the ginger still stood, attempting to battle The Lovers. While the pyromanical kid was blissfully unaware of more questionable topics, even she understood that the bleeding-out guy trying to move was probably a bad thing.
Turning to Kaito and Adam, she pleadfully looked at the pair of them.
"Mister Kaito, Mister Adam, please save him? I don't want someone to die!"
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The Kirbo had had his hands (or little stubbles) full occupied as he used his newfound Tornado ability to help in the fight against the succumbi. As they all dissapated into Petals, the Kirbo turned back to normal, storing the ability for later uses.
Waddling back over the arena where the duel was occuring, Kirbo excitedly waved at Crow "Poyo! Po-Poy-Poyo-Poyo-PoPoy!!!!!" It seemed he was offering cheers to him as Crow summoned the Blue-Eyes White Dragon.
Hey, puffballs can be a great source of motivation!
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