Never one good with people, Aliza was silent after her initial, sour, remark to the nun. Too many people, all talking and raising their voices at eachother, it made the middle-eastern woman retreat further into her heavy cloak, only a shadow of her face still visible. She just hovered there in silence, though not for long. As soon as Catalina stripped and stepped under the shower there was an "Ugh..." from the woman, who quickly turned and floated away. Roaming at the edge of the camp away from everyone else, Aliza picked idly at things with her chains. They were deep in Dusk territory, so they were actually surprisingly safe as long as they managed to avoid Dusk patrols. Maybe it was a hazing thing? The hive had seemed quiet and half of them here didn't look like they knew how to fight the Dusk. The threat might be enough to get them to work together anyway, without any real danger.<br/><br/>The distant scream instantly seized Aliza's attention, proving her initial guess at the situation wrong. She knew exactly what that meant, her eyes going wide as they went up to the sky. Fear gripped her heart, freezing her in the spot. It had been two years since she had to face the Dusk. She had been trained a lot by then, by the best of them. She had grown so much since then, as a person and a hero, but part of her was still the little girl. Cowering with her family and praying when the dusk hunted. Standing there, she was deaf to Blades's words and the sound of gunfire. Her heart dropped in her shoes when a veritable wave descended upon them. This wasn't a patrol, this was a WARPARTY. This wasn't anything like when she...<br/><br/>Dark feelings wrapped around Aliza's heart, a sudden burning anger in her core lifting her from her fears and the ground. Crying out louder than anyone had ever heard the girl raise her voice she floated up. She was not named Razorstorm for her powers, but for how she fought. Flying parallel with with the swarm that was forming a dome around the clearing, her chains lashed out like a storm at that wall of Dusk. Moving too fast for the Dusk to easily retaliate while she harassed their ranks. One unlucky Dusk was too slow to move away from her chains, and got grabbed instead of simply receiving a glancing blow of those blade-tipped chains. It's scream was quickly cut short as four more chains descended upon the beast, breaking through it's carapace and impaling it. She fought like a monster, but then, these things deserved it.<br/><br/>Smelling that sweet scent of Dusk blood in the air, Razorstorm tossed the corpse back into the masses. Far more powerful than the feelings of lust and need that smell woke in her core, it stirred hatred and memories full of pain. Allowing Razorstorm to keep her head clear while the Dusk retaliated. Her attackers couldn't even get close to the robed woman, Those chains swirling around her pushing them away each time. With Kate's and Ante's help Aliza had developed a pattern of attacks using all eight of those chains that left her covered from every side. Any openings never staying long with those chains always in motion. Of all Heroes here, her battle was the most mobile, flying around the clearing, avoiding the other struggles while picking her attackers off one by one.<br/><br/>After two more Dusk had fallen to her chains, Razorstorm turned her attention to her compatriots, surveying the situation. This was bad. They could've dealt with a patrol but even Bloody Mary would fall to a swarm this size. Half of them were already captured and subdued by the Dusk, and half of what remained was being simply useless. Aliza growled, flying faster to outpace the Dusk on her tail. Taking her flight path llow, she grabbed Blades before a dusk descended upon the woman, giving her the time needed to draw her machete. Razorstorm dropped the woman rather roughly on the Dusk that had grabbed Chiara, which had already been distracted by Rashida's efforts.<br/><br/>The two would have to save the nun without Razorstorm's help, she had already flown on. One of the dusk impacted against her, and while she tossed it off of her quickly, she could still feel the jabbing pain in her ribs from where it hit her. Thankfully, whatever the nun had done before eased the pain fast enough for Razorstorm to clear her head and spot Siren hacking away with a frickin' knife at the Dusk's tentacle suffocating metal-arm, what was his name again? Something Alchemist?  Growling, she descended towards the pair. She had read that witch's file, knew what she could do. Singing at the Dusk wasn't going to do a thing.<br/><br/>Announcing her arrival by the storm of blades that punched through Full Metal's first attacker. Razorstorm shouted the first words she had ever said to Catalina. They weren't orders. Aliza sounded too afraid and panicked for that.<span style="color: grey"> "Don't sing at the Dusk! Sing at our captured people, get them to fight back! Your song's bound to be stronger than tha- -Oooof!-" </span>Razorstorm's pursuers had caught up with her once more, the sheer force of the Dusk pouncing sending her sliding over the ground before she shoved it off with her chains. This wasn't good. All of them needed her help. Cryo, Hack, and Curseshot were in trouble. Lanceknight, Nova and the venan all needed help and while she could fight for hours with her chains, she wasn't build to take the hits the Dusk were dealing out, even with Chiara's healing bubble.<br/><br/>Wait. The Venan. She opened rifts. Portals. A way out. Perhaps their only way out. The other would have to save themselves, perhaps with Catalina's song they might be able to. Dodging her pursuers again, Razorstorm quickly closed the distance between her and Sam. Doing her best to ignore what those things were doing to the Venan and how hot it looked. Even with all the hate she had for these things, that aphrodisiac smell was starting to get to her. A weird idea sprang up, pondering if the Dusk would leave her alone if she joined in their molesting of Sam. She could use her chains for- No. She dismissed that thought quickly, even if it left her face blushing brightly and her loins trying to convince it wasn't that bad of an idea.<br/><br/>Bound and entangled as Sam was, Razorstorm couldn't simply lash out with her chains. Too much chance of hurting or killing the Venan by accident. Instead, as she collided with the floating gangbang, she let five of her chains coil around their bodies. The first of the three Dusks she managed to peel off easily, tossing it away and trying to keep it and the other Dusk away from her with her three remaining chains. This still left Sam pinned between two dusk ravaging her every hole with as much tentacles as they could fit. Worse, pressed against the trio, all that goo they had pumped over and into Sam was leaving Aliza ever woozier. Her hands already molesting the Venan's ample chest against Aliza's will. They were just so big and soft, she really couldn't resist rubbing those full orbs. Aliza herself wasn't sure anymore if she was pushing those Dusk off of Sam to save her, or so she could get a chance at ravaging the lovely green alien. God. Here she was. Touching and fondling a<i>woman </i>she had been barely able to speak to before.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>