Current Energy: 12
Current Training: None
Wednesday, January 19th, 2011
Hebert Household, Brockton Bay
Mini Taylor shoots you a smug, superior look.
"Everyone has a soul, but a Soul Reaper's is special. It's strong enough to support a world all it's own!" She says, bouncing up and down slightly in your Master's lap. You silently note this information down. It seems consistent with what your current Emulation knows, but you can never be too sure. You're fairly certain that dozens of buds are waiting to sprout from you the second you turn your attention away, each one focused on a new area of study into the esoteric.
Which is good, because you feel like a lot of this stuff is going to take specialized research to make any headway with. It's all just nonsense to you. Nothing in any scan your kind has ever made of the human race has ever indicated the presence of a soul. And yet, it seems to not only be a prevalent theme throughout the multiverse, but a prominent resource too.
It... damn. This is going to be another one of those things you were going to have to erase from long term memory, weren't you? You don't know why but you feel a spark of annoyance from your Emulation when the idea of harvesting souls to stave off entropy occurs to you.
"But.. why." Your Master asks hesitantly, obviously unsure of what to do with her hands where Mini Taylor is involved, and so simply keeping them on the ground to either side of her until the boisterous spirit reaches out to wrap them around herself.
"Obviously so you can meet the real me!" Mini Taylor chirps.
"...If this isn't the real you then why do you like this?" Taylor asks.
""Because its cute."" You say in unison with the spirit. Then lock your face down with another blank smile when Mini Taylor shoots you another smug look.
"Be that as it may, I believe we have an appointment to keep dear." You say, to distract from your momentary slip up.
"Right. Purity..." Your Master muses, stretched a hand out for her notebook and instead, finding 'Your' list of Chi techniques, and the Contract Card you made shortly before going to sleep that morning. She takes both in hand, and begins flicking through the pages of the notepad fondly, with a hint of sadness to her.
"Hang on to that. It might be useful. Now this," You say with a short clap to draw attention back to yourself and pointing at your Contract Card, "will guarantee that you can beat Purity without any problems."
"I doubt that. I was thinking about it last night, and the only way this is going to work is if I distract her by fighting from above. Otherwise she'll just blast Wreck and Aspirant away. Even if she misses the city..." Taylor explains.
"Just tear the paper before you start fighting alright? It will make it so you won't have to hold back." You prod.
"...How exactly." Your Master asks you suspiciously.
"It makes it so you can't kill her." You say with a dainty shrug.
"Boring~" Mini Taylor says, but is quickly ejected from Taylor's lap when she stands up to better examine the card.
"Also, not an actual explanation." Your Master continues on, teaming up with Mini Taylor to stare at you expectantly.
This is one of those times where having a complicated Emulation is unexpectedly working against you. True, you could use this Emulations powers to subjugate the city inside of a week, leaving it gift wrapped for your Master, and if you were still Zaraki Kenpachi, you probably would do so. True, you would typically answer your Master with the entire truth, and nothing but the truth, for so long as you existed - if you were still Po Ping, that would absolutely be the case.
But you aren't either of those Emulations anymore. You are, currently, someone who is accustomed to a great deal of lying, cheating, stealing, and manipulating in order to achieve her goals. Someone whom, even to those closest to her, whom she values the most, she is often viewed as an antagonist.
Telling the truth, here and now, in this moment, isn't a problem for you. The problem, is that your Master doesn't seem content to be led along by half-hearted explanations. Which is something of a problem for you in the near term.
"...You recall I told you that I was capable of Magic?" You start, eyeing Mini Taylor as she rolls her eyes at you.
"Yes. Which you also have not explained." Taylor continues on. You can tell she isn't suspicious, as much as she is frustrated. The capabilities of her Emulations are usually fairly straight forward after all. The first was a Brute with a sword. The second was a much gentler Brute, with some secondary trickery at play.
Your skillset is much more vast.
"...Yes. Well. Last night, I thought on your various losses and realized something. You, are holding back. Quite a bit actually." You explain, then continue on before your Masters dour and depressed expression can continue on for much longer.
"Taylor, dear. You were trained to kill. Not subdue. Not capture. Kill. That, is the core of your fighting style. You are doing what you can with it, but the conflicting instincts aren't doing you any favors. So, I propose a solution. With just a little magic, your target becomes impossible to kill or maim. You need only subdue them with all your strength." You explain. What you don't explain is that both she and her target will still be fully capable of experiencing the pain of those injuries the magic avoids. Where this Emulation is from, that's just how things are after all. You don't forfeit because you fear for your life. You concede defeat when your opponent shows you there all, and you are forced to accept that you had no chance of defeating such overwhelming power in the first place.
Or, when the pain becomes too much. You haven't actually seen that before, but you suppose if anyone would show such an unsightly appearance to you, it would be a human who ascribes to such trifling ideologies as Nazism.
Also, you just learned that your Emulation is aware of Nazism. Interesting.
"So if she rips this thing up before a fight we can go crazy!?" Mini Taylor yells excitedly, bouncing up and down in your Master's lap some more.
"That is correct." You answer, although you keep your eyes on Taylor herself. She looks worried mostly. As though she doesn't quite believe you. She is looking the flimsy piece of paper over, turning it this way and that as though trying to determine the exact nature of its make.
"...You're sure I won't k-kill anyone?" She asks hesitantly.
"For the duration of a single hour, I assure you, your ability to perpetuate collateral damage on your surroundings will be greatly diminished." You assure her. Her expression firms up, and she stands. Rather than the expected effect of Mini Taylor falling from her lap and to the ground, the smaller girl is merely gone, replaced by a katana and it's sheathe, grasped firmly in your Master's free hand. Your Master doesn't seem to notice but the guard on the blade has changed slightly, going from a mostly standard guard to one shaped much more like an hourglass.
"Let's go then." She says, and you obligingly widen the portal to the PRT building for her, and step through after her.
Wednesday, January 19th, 2011
PRT Headquarters, Brockton Bay
Your return to the PRT building is not unnoticed.
More like, everyone noticed it, and it caused the entire building to go into something of a lockdown early that morning when it became obvious that an unknown portal had appeared in the room Taylor had been sleeping in, and that said girl was now missing.
The annoyed looks your Master shot you while she was being berated by the - quite brazen - squad leader who had been stationed to watch the entrance to the room would have made you feel quite bad if you had even an iota of interest in this organization as a whole. You had briefly toyed with taking it over. There were a number of ways that you could have done it. But, unfortunately, they were at least nominally heros, which meant your Master would probably frown on most of your methods for achieving such.
So you would settle for being an annoyance and leave it at that.
"Nexus, if possible, please do try, to inform us when you change projections, and what the approximate capabilities of that projection are." Director Emily Piggot says bluntly and rudely as your Master tramps into the meeting room from the day before, albeit with a much reduced number of people inside. The woman you have since learned is named Lady Photon is the only member of New Wave present, and the Director is accompanied by only Battery. By contrast, you, your Master, your Master's Father, and Aspirant are all present in the room. Nearly your entire team save Trainwreck, who cannot fit through the door.
"...Sorry. I don't have that much control over it." Your Master answers through grit teeth. You note, with some amusement, that she didn't actually agree to the request either, which is heartening. You were somewhat worried she had taken to much after your first Emulation with regards to problem solving.
The Director takes the statement for what it is and doesn't pursue the topic, though it looks like she is considering it until her tired mind recalls the number of people present in the room who are decidedly not under her power. Instead she merely sighs and clicks a button, reactivating the map from the other day.
"The Empire still hasn't moved towards the Hospital," She says with a mild scowl towards Lady Photon, "But we've noticed a disturbing increase in the number of firearms that low-level Empire members seem to be carrying, with several of them being noted as carrying something that looks distinctly like Tinkertech. Protectorate support from outside the city still won't be available for another few days, and I'm told the politicians are already trying to figure out whether the city is even worth it. Lady Photon, if you could direct your team to handle Purity our numbers would nearly double and-"
"Half the fliers on my team are children. I'm not sending them at Purity when she's entrenched like this." Lady Photon scowls, although she seems just as frustrated by the situation as Piggot does. You get the impression that if more of the adults on her team had an actual chance at reaching her, she would take just them to fight the Blaster who is single handedly depriving the city of many of its heroes.
"I can do it," Taylor says, clenching one fist under the table.
"Taylor I don't think-" Danny tries to stop her but pauses when he looks at her face. As with most of his reactions to things, he's exceptionally simple to read when you know him well enough. The only thing that ever really makes him change his mind is his wife. Or in this case, the expression on your Master's face, which you surmise is reminiscent of the woman's own.
"I can do it," She repeats. Danny looks helplessly to Aspirant, who merely shrugs. The boy looks different than he did the other day. Obviously having learned his lesson from the day before, his head is enshrouded in a pearlescent helmet several times as thick as the armour he wore to battle the other day, with only small slits allowing him to see out of it. His entire body has bulked up in fact, his form taking on somewhat more bulky form than the day before, reminiscent of a gorilla walking upright, while wearing thick plate armour.
Assuming of course, that said gorilla was also seven feet tall.
Honestly, the boy is starting to look more like an Ogre or Oni than a person.
"We can do it." He reaffirms after a quick glance down at your Master and a much more loud and noticeable clenching of his own gauntleted fist as the material it is made of grinds against itself. His voice echoes loudly from inside his helm, giving the impression of a much older, more battle weary man than he actually is.
"You don't even know where Purity is, and most of your team can't fly. They'll have to contend with Night and Fog." Lady Photon cautions, biting her lip in thought.
"Ah, that's easily handled. The empire should be aware that I can make portals by now. They'll show themselves if we only make ourselves visible near the water." You chime in, having been floating in a lazy sideways position behind and just above your Master since the beginning of the conversation.
Probably a factor in why everyone has been ignoring you honestly.
There is a bit more back and forth than that. Danny doesn't openly contest his daughter, but he does agree with basically any counter point anyone else brings up, which is annoying. The fact that he was agreeing more and more with Director Piggot over the course of the conversation was - in your opinion - quite frankly disturbing.
Still, eventually, they were all forced to agree. It's time now, you feel, for your Master and the world around her to learn the true definition of what the saying 'Walk softly, and carry a big stick' means.
Wednesday, January 19th, 2011
Ferry Station North, Brockton Bay
"You know, I aint ever been shot before." Trainwreck muses as the four of you rush up the road. It's deserted of course. Most Brocktonites know better than to be out and about during such an obvious gang war.
The plan was quite simple. There was no way you could realistically hide your approach to the Boardwalk. Not without expending more energy on Gaps than you were strictly willing to spend. As it was, you were hiding your first gap on your Master's back, just beneath her clothes, and it's counterpart under your hat, in order to maintain your distance from her and help her team during the coming battle. You expect you'll be forced to make at least one more before the day is done, but that is - quite frankly - the limit of what you're willing to give up. You have too much to teach your Master to waste it all on frivolities.
So, since stealth was obviously not an option, it was decided by your Master that - ironically given her choice of enemy - a blitz would be the best tactic. The team as whole would rush the Northern pier, which ostensibly allowed access to the rig, and would hold the position while your Master fought off Purity. If all went well, you would be able to establish a beachhead to which young Vista could bring everyone in the base, and the Oathbound could stave off attack until they had all evacuated.
Well, that is everyone elses hope. You rather planned for a bit more of a spectacular showing than that.
"Really? How strange." Aspirant answers easily, his increased bulk putting him on par with Trainwreck for size, but not slowing him down in the slightest.
"Right? You'd think most fuckers would look at the goods and not even try!" Trainwreck laughs, brazenly shouldering a car out of his way with a crunch and causing your Master to wince as she jogs between the two.
"No. I just find it strange that no one has ever tried to shoot you before. You're very shootable." Aspirant answers calmly, leaping cleanly over a car that's in his way without damaging it, much to your Master's relief.
"I can't tell if you guys get along or not." Your Master says honestly, her voice easy and calm even if you can feel the anxiety rolling off of her.
"Listen, when you find yourself a guy you'll get it." Trainwreck yells back to her boisterously.
"I doubt it." Aspirant concurs, continuing on with him.
'Was I just insulted? I feel like I was just insulted. You'll keep them safe right?' Your Master asks you for the twelfth time since leaving the PRT building.
'Yes Master, I promise I won't let a hair on their ugly little heads come to harm.' You answer drolly.
'See, when you say it like that I feel like I need to make it an order.' Your Master grumbles.
'I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about. It isn't as though Trainwreck is a suicidal grab-ass or anything.' You respond with faux happiness.
The fact that you are now a rather shapely woman, and do not, legally count as a person, was apparently more than enough for the mechanical oaf to try his hand at... well. He had extra hands, so it was of no concern. This time.
'Uhuh...' Taylor says, although she doesn't bother attempting to negate anything you just said. It wasn't like she was any happier with it than you. You're pretty sure your Emulation's first instinct was to send him into orbit for a moment, but you managed to resist the urge.
All discourse aside, the ferry station quickly comes into view in the distance, just on the edge of the Boardwalk, which is about as deserted as you would have expected. Your Master posited that there should be some significant number of gangsters nearby, but you highly doubted that would be the case. It isn't as though they would send anything less than a team of capes to handle Purity, and regular thugs have rather proven a waste of resources against a threat like that. The Empire is stupid, but not that stupid.
"Ready?" Your Master asks everyone as she begins to glow, motes of blue energy hanging in the air behind her as she draws her sword.
Trainwreck slams his fists together, and begins to emit steam from his suit. Aspirants gauntlets grow talons at their ends that lengthen as he opens his fists. You take a moment to open the only gap you intend to use for this fight, allowing the two ends of the thing to hover behind you like immaterial tears in the fabric of reality.
Or wings you suppose, if one is being pedantic.
Energy: -1
"Let's rock!" Trainwreck yells, powering ahead of the group and ripping through the steel fence blocking unwanted access to the station. The response is basically instant, as a helix beam of pure white energy streaks across the sky from a nearby residential building and into the center of your cluster of teammates.
"None of that now~" You chide the overeager blaster, moving one of your gaps to catch the blast and having the other release the attack into the sky, where it pierces the clouds and lights up the otherwise overcast city.
You really couldn't have asked for a better starting signal.
The second your Master was able to orient on the origin of the blast - a woman glowing so brightly she looked like more of a cutout in the world than a living being - she reached into her pocket and shredded the slip of paper you gave her. You could feel the magic take hold at once, and evidently, so could your Master, because she crouches down in preparation, turning an expression you would politely describe as 'homicidal maniac' on the enemy.
Then she vanishes, the speed of her upward leap so great that a wave of pressure washes against you and the rest of the team as she careens into the other woman, grabbing her with a free hand and then vanishing from sight.
Hm. She might have picked up a bit more from that psychopath than you thought.
"Hey uh, she aint gonna kill that bitch right?" Trainwreck asks, more curiously than worried.
"Probably not no. Look alive gentlemen." You say, indicating the three figures that have come charging out of the building towards you as you all retreat to the docks.
"Night, Fog, and... Krieg?" Aspirant muses, taking a stance you would have once recognized but now no longer do.
"You take the broad I'll take the heir fuckass?" Trainwreck asks, and the two briefly bump grotesquely oversized fists, before turning to you.
"You're just leaving Fog to me because you can't do anything about him aren't you?" You ask in amusement.
"Eh." Trainwreck says, before charging forward.
"Apologies." Aspirant says to you with a quick nod before taking off after him.
You sigh at their antics, one so polite that it borders on the aggravating and the other so rude you struggle to see how he survived to adulthood. You suppose you did promise you would protect them...
Sighing again, you glide forward, shifting your two portals to your front and rushing towards the man in the unobtrusive grey costume.
You are just about to send him tumbling through a portal and into stasis when he explodes into a cloud of mist. You smile cruelly at this, and take the time to send Trainwreck out of the obscuring cloud this creates by sending him through a portal that lets out directly behind the man in old military regalia Aspirant denoted as 'Krieg'.
You are punished for this by being momentarily batted across the pier by something that you don't quite manage to see, although by the time you regain your bearings and turn to see what it is, you find Aspirant punching down at a woman in a skintight black bodysuit, her colors a perfect contrast for the boys own glistening white armour.
You frown. You don't usually get hit. All this holding back nonsense is such a pain.
You hope your Master appreciates the gift you've given her.
Wednesday, January 19th, 2011
Skies Over The Bay
She could feel her heart pumping her in chest. It had hardly been a handful of seconds, but she had already used much more of her strength than she was accustomed to. It wasn't that it was hard. No, it was the opposite. From the day she had gotten her first power, everything else had become harder. Moving around. Eating. Opening doors. She felt like she lived perpetually with one thumb covering the lid of a shaken can of soda. One wrong move, even a slight mistake, and her hand would come free, and the contents of the can would come spilling out.
Only in this case, that can was full of exploded buildings and dead civilians.
So, even though Emmy had told her that she could go all out. Promised her even. She hesitated. She took Purity high into the sky of the Bay, using as much strength as speed as she thought another Parahuman could survive, and flung her into the air, trusting in the other woman fly instead of merely falling to the ground. And she tried to talk to her.
"I wanted to recruit you, you know?" She said sadly, eyeing the woman of purest light shakily getting it's bearing as it halted several meters away from her.
"You still could." The woman answered promptly, drifting slightly away from her.
"You would just give up the Empire? Just like that?" Taylor asked hesitantly. She didn't want to get her hopes up, but she hadn't actually won a fight since her first night against Lung and Oni Lee. A time that felt like ages ago. She could tell which part of her was more anxious - the one that wanted Purity to surrender so she could go help her teammates or the one that wanted Purity to force her to fight.
"No! But- I'll lead the Empire someday. If you joined us we could make this city great again! Between us we could destroy the ship graveyard, get rid of the addicts and the criminals!" Purity answered her.
Taylors face, and her hopes, fell.
"All of whom are minorities right?" She asked rhetorically, lifting her sword in front of her.
"Of course not! We'll just be getting rid of the bad ones! The rest can stay!" Purity tried again, although her hands began to glow and fluctuate with energy.
"...Yeah. Can't do that." She answered tiredly. It sucked. It really sucked that negotiations had fallen through.
And yet... she just couldn't stop smiling.
The second she finished speaking, Purity acted, firing a blinding white beam of pure energy at her that was almost as wide across as the one that had shredded the Protectorates forcefield.
A normal flying Brute would have chosen to dodge.
A sane combatant would have dodged.
But Taylor Annette Hebert was neither a normal flying Brute, nor was she trained by anyone who had ever been considered 'sane' in their lifetime.
So instead, her aura flared, larger and stronger than ever before. She pushed it for all she was worth. She could feel it flaring out above her, like a banner to war that any reasonable modern person would be deeply disturbed by.
And then she flicked her sword at the light speed attack, infusing within it a perfectly measured amount of her power. It didn't matter that physically deflecting light was 'impossible'. It didn't matter that she could very well die if this attack hit her.
She wanted to do it, so she did, splitting the attack sent at her with her sword and grasping the hilt in both hands, pointing it at Purity's head.
The Blaster didn't miss a beat, showing her experience, and immediately began to dart away from Taylor, using what she probably assumed was her superior speed to evade backwards while peppering Taylor with smaller harrying blasts that - at the height of her power - she was easily able to avoid.
It was at this point that she decided, that, as much as Emmy's current form was something of an odd personage, she always had and always would trust her friend.
Which was why the sonic boom of her take off didn't surprise her. Just as her sword teacher before her had once done, she kicked downward as she appeared in front of Purity, sending the woman spiralling towards the ship graveyard with such force that a normal non Brute would almost certainly have died upon touching the waters surface.
She didn't care, because she felt so... free. She knew the woman wasn't dead, just as she knew that she no longer had to hold back. Once more she clad her blade in energy, pointing it downward. She wasn't like Kenpachi - all power an no control. Her entire existence was dedicated to control. And so, when she fired her power downward and the spot she estimated Purity to be, it wasn't in a colossal wave thrown from a slash.
It was in a single piercing strike, like threading a needle. All the power she could muster dedicated to a single point. Once, twice, thrice, she struck, lances of purest blue impacting the surface of the bay and causing waves to rise and push towards the shore where they jostled the titanic ships that had once been scuttled there.
Then she waited.
She needn't have waited long, because the woman, - Purity - quickly surfaced, sluggishly exiting the Bay while spluttering and coughing, patting at her body in confusion.
"I was promised you wouldn't die so..." Taylor said to her, exploding forward to land next to the woman and nearly displacing her with the rush of air that accompanied her arrival.
"You should surrender." She said happily, while somehow not meaning a single word in the sentence.
"I-" Purity attempted to say, before Taylor lunged towards her, dragging her blade across the woman's body in a strike that would have otherwise cleaved her in two and then headbutting her back into the water, where she launched another barrage of attacks at her.
This was the feeling. The sensation Emmy had tried to teach her so long ago when she had first met him. A lust for battle that could only be sated by a worthy opponent. She could admit, in this moment of purest excitement for herself, that she didn't want Purity to surrender. She just wanted to keep fighting.
So she couldn't help it. When another helix blast rushed up out of the water to meet her, she didn't even bother to dodge it, she just let it slam into her, pushing her into the sky in what was probably the unbelievably painful attack she had ever suffered. She just caught herself on a platform of spiritual power and started to chuckle. And then laugh uproariously.
"You are absolutely insane aren't you?!" Screamed at her as she flew upward, launching another barrage of blasts.
"Said the Nazi!" Taylor fired back, smiling wildly at the incoming barrage of energy blasts. Truthfully, she had no right to be able to react to anything at that speed, let alone consider a response. She didn't honestly have anything she could call a speed enhancing power. But somehow, even before they were fired at her, she just knew they were coming.
Now, Taylor wasn't one for showy attacks. The swordsmanship she had learned was all but simple, brutal, efficiency. In this way, many of the abilities left to her by Po were somewhat diametrically opposed to her own, typical fighting style. They require lots of flashy, easy to counter movements, that a competent fighter could capitalize on.
Still, she was finding that adaptation was probably her greatest ally, and so she began to rotate her sword in one hand, twisting it around in a cyclone like motion that her wrist could barely maintain, until the Chi she was converting from her core began to mix with the power along the blades edge, bathing it in a mixture of blues and greens.
In Po's notes, he had called this attack 'The Thundering Wind Hammer'. It was (Supposedly), one of twelve impossible moves.
Taylor had no idea why that would be the case. It seemed fairly simple to her.
In a single, blazingly fast move, she halted the rotation of her blade and swung in horizontally across her front. The attack, a combination of her spiritual power and the Thundering Wind Hammer, spread across the sky widely enough and brightly enough that it temporarily blotted out the sun, consuming the many blasts that Purity had been firing at her and crashing down upon the woman herself with such force that she, along with a sizeable portion of the water in the bay, was sent careening onto the shore, where she twitched slightly, and then stopped moving.
She sighed. It was a bit disappointing but well. At least it was done. Time to go help her teammates she supposed.
Wednesday, January 19th, 2011
Ferry Station North, Brockton Bay
You hadn't realized it before, but breathing was apparently a significant weakness of yours. The fight - to this point had largely been something of a stalemate. Aspirant was resilient enough that Night couldn't merely overpower him and move on, but her momentary shifts to her monstrous form whenever a flashbang or some other form of obscurement went off always healed her, which mean that eventually she would win that fight. Krieg was durable enough that his fight with Trainwreck - when you aren't actively assisting him - was quickly going nowhere.
And your own confrontation with Fog was... not going well.
Whenever you got distracted the aggravating man would turn to mist and begin attempting to tear apart your insides. Your only saving grace was that he usually had to keep the cloud that constituted 'him' close together, or he would change back. As such, you have taken to chasing the bulk of his 'body' about with portals in an attempt to force him to stop killing you and to distract him from attempting to do so with anyone less resilient to death, like any of your teammates.
Thankfully, you aren't worried about the ongoing confrontation. You haven't been blind to your Master's ongoing light show in the sky. In fact, you don't think anyone in the bay could have possibly missed it. You are fairly certain some of those attacks of hers would have shredded large portions of the city had they not been aimed at the bay and, more importantly, heavily limited by the Contract.
This is why you aren't very surprised when, after her last attack - something you assume she learned from your last Emulation and that looks distinctly like something your current Emulation would appreciate in her own world - your Master lands in the middle of the fight looking almost refreshed despite the somewhat less than ideal state of her clothing. Her dignity is still preserved but... just barely.
You make a note to address the subject later. Right after getting her a hat and a new bed.
'A little help?' You ask your Master plaintively when you once more find yourself choking on Fog.
She blinks at you owlishly and then allows that freakish spider emanation to unravel behind her, pinning most of the combatants to the ground. Most except Night, who takes the momentary distraction for what it is, and shifts into her monstrous form, which is - apparently - immune to your Master's power.
You learned early on in the fight that for whatever reason, you don't actually count against her inability to change forms when being observed. It would have been nice to know prior to this fight.
Taylor however, apparently being in a very good mood all of a sudden, takes the sudden attack of the monster in stride, dodging slightly out of the way of it's attack and grasping one of it's oily limbs in one hand while examining her teammates for injury.
'They're fine. You know if you don't look at her she's going to keep flailing like that.' You point out, indicating Night to your Master. It occurs to you that she's behaving somewhat punch drunk. Just a bit slow, like she's not all there at the moment.
This is a theorem that you find born out when she blinks once, lifts a pinky finger into the air on the hand grasping Nights monstrous limb, and then lowers it suddenly, in an explosion of golden energy.
"Skadoosh." Your Master intones, like it's a spell, which it absolutely is not. When the light clears, Night is nowhere to be found, and your Master has carefully restricted her Spiritual Pressure to her enemies.
'Can you grab Purity? She's... over there somewhere I think.' Your Master asks you, gesturing further up the Boardwalk, which has suffered significant water damage over the course of her fight. You move to do so immediately, smiling pleasantly at having achieved your goal for the day.
Also worried that your Master can send people to another dimension using the movements of her pinky finger, but well. Things to address another day.