<strong>The Harriers</strong><br/><br/><br/><em><strong>Kid King</strong></em><br/><br/>Perhaps boldened by the success of his bolas attack, the Kid had charged in too eagerly into Creeping Shadow and was now snared up on the floor in a grapple, instead of in a vicious choke-hold like he wanted to be. To make things worse, the Shadow-boy managed to use a tendril and burn something into his forehead, but the Kid couldn't tell what. He just knew it<em>hurt</em>.<br/><br/>"Aaaagh! Fuck!"<br/><br/>His hands went to his face to stop any more acidic attacks on his sore head (a pretty basic and knee-jerk manouvre) and kicked out with his left leg a beefy kick down to where he thinks Creeping Shadow is.<br/><br/><br/><em><strong>Harrier</strong></em><br/><br/>Harrier clearly didn't quite get his hold in place on time, and Seraph's swift instincts punished Harrier's tardiness with one head-smash to his nose. With his face in a spatter of blood, Harrier cursed loudly and managed to get his fingers interlocked behind Seraph's neck, preventing any further reverse headbutts. Still, the move had put Harrier's calculations out and he stopped concentrating on flying for a couple of seconds, enough time for the pair of them to plummett to the ground and too quick for Harpy to belch another scream.<br/><br/>As Seraph and Harrier fall down to the hard tarmac, their fall is broken by a large, hot, rubber construct. The two young heroes would smash into it, and, having finally soaked up damage from Voltaic and Wolf, this was the final straw for the big guy. It began to dissolve, in a non-icky way, simply dissappearing into nothingness having broken Seraph and Harrier's fall. Still, falling into a wall of near-solid rubber would hurt both heroes. Harrier certainly was winded, perhaps even with a sprained ankle as he rolls away from Seraph, groaning loudly...<br/><br/><br/><em><strong>Harpy</strong></em><br/><br/>Shit! Harrier and the angel guy had fallen before she could get a chance to attack again. Well, probably serves the arrogant young clown right...but Harpy still has a job to do. Now with her main target still too close to her team leader for a direct attack, she switches, now the only airborne fighter, and zooms over the battle ground...no, it seems all her team mates are in close combat with this team F. Apart from...that one. Wolf, was standing apart, looking battered and bruised, and this is clearly who has been distracting Penta-boy's golem for so long. Taking the opportunity, knowing Wolf wouldn't be expecting an attack from the sky just yet, she blasts out a sonic scream, the noise again echoing all across the arena, and hits Wolf square in the back of his shoulders, knocking him three feet forward and onto his face. He didn't get back up.<br/><br/><br/><em><strong>Penta-boy</strong></em><br/><br/>Now the black and yellow girl had come for him, and his golem was...well, now it was nothing, having had those two clowns smash into it. It had soaked up too much physical trauma and couldn't maintain its form...of course Penta-boy's mentor could easily have constructed a spell to keep the golem "alive" for days, but alas, this was why the five-spell-wonder was only a sidekick.<br/><br/>For now, he had other problems, as, instead of hurling another blast of electricty at him like Penta-boy is expecting, she hurls<em>herself</em>at him. Dazed a little from his brief fight with Wolf, he can't quite get a proper guard up, and Voltaic is on him. Still, his mouth is free.<br/><br/>Penta-boy speaks his last spell of the day and spines burst free of his skin, all over his body, apparantly made from cartilage. They're sharp, but not razor-sharp. Whether or not Voltaic stops herself just in time before stabbing herself on any of these spines, Penta-boy doesn't know. All he knows is that this is his last spell, for as long as it lasts, and he needs to win the fight with this otherwise he's in trouble!