<strong>The Harriers</strong><br/><br/><br/><em><strong>Kid King -</strong></em><br/><br/>The muscles barely covered by the yellow vest ripple as the kid shrugs at<strong>Creeping Shadow</strong>. "Nah, dude. I'mma stay where I am." He dips his hand into a pouch and flings a small black object at the team F member, it explodes in mid-air close to Shadow's face. It's a stun grenade, all bright flash and loud bang, meant to disorient and delay...and it's expensive. Kid King doesn't have many but he intends to make best use of the ones he has. Behind the explosion, the vest-wearing Harrier began to make his move.<br/><br/><em><strong>Penta-boy - </strong></em><br/><br/>Shrugging off his bruises from earlier, the young magician was far more wary about this fight than he was about his previous. Well, Penta-boy was wary by nature. Only having five spells a day will do that to you...and his mentor had drilled into him that it was all about quality, not quantity. Easy for him to say, when he has access to celestial-level incantations and illusions. Still, Penta was idly running through a shortlist of what he could use, when he caught a member of this team F smiling at him. It was alluring and impudent at the same time. Seeing Kid King launch the first attack towards the creepy looking one, and hearing no immediate command from their would-be "captain", Penta went with his instincts. Flirting at the same time. A flash of electricity surged from the girl's hands and she was...not wearing very much. If this was a distraction technique, it was a trampy one, and Penta may be a cautious teenager, but he was still a<em>teenager</em>. Gawking a little at<strong>Voltaic's</strong>exposed flesh, he still manages to incant the words and gestures necessary to summon a golem. A small golem, not one the size of what his master could conjure, but human-sized nontheless. Only with a short lifespan, Penta-boy figured it wouldn't matter, as it was made of rubber. The humanoid rubber construct lumbers towards Voltaic, fists raised, poised to smash down on her.<br/><br/>Penta-boy smiled somewhat. Two spells left.<br/><br/><br/><em><strong>Harrier -</strong></em><br/><br/>The blue-and-red clad flier curses loudly at his team as two of his team mates make moves before he can give any orders. He still hasn't got the handle on this leadership thing, and his partner back home may tell him that leading a team isn't force feeding them every single move they need to make, but...Harrier wasn't him. He was Harrier, and he was way overkeen. Barking at his only teammate whom hadn't made a move; "Harpy! You and me on the flyboy!" He launches up into the air, aiming a punch at<strong>Seraph</strong>. It was backed by quite some force, and the angelic member of team F would have only seconds to realise.<br/><br/><br/><em><strong>Harpy -</strong></em><br/><br/>Cursing quietly and for very different reasons to Harrier, she nontheless follows her glorious "leader" up into the air, trusting the other two to handle things on the ground. As Harrier peels away from his attack (whether it worked or not) Harpy opens her pretty mouth and directs a very distinct cone of sonic vibrations square at<strong>Seraph's</strong>chest. The shriek could be heard all over the arena, but only Seraph would feel its effects.<br/><br/><br/>