<div class="floatright">(https://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/281/281190-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sunsteel Angel (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span>What the hell had happened, one moment they were dancing in front of a bunch of drunk college kids, crashing a party and in general offering a bit of eye candy in exchange for the drink in question, Now the effigy is alive, the tentacles are from a portal to who knows where, attached to who knows what. That thing has a hunger for the drink in her basket and there are a thousand civilians running and needing protection. Oh, and did I mention the military surgical strike or carpet bombing threat? Angela froze, it had gotten out of control way too fast, way too fast. Now the baddies that had chosen to summon the big bad here were scattering or falling, leaving us to clean up their mess. That was actually stabilizing, that was expected.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304888.msg15101564#msg15101564">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 01-10-2019, 18:54:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”Well shit... I am clear with the power drinks, though I was left with just those, my heels and cloak.” She said as she moved high and over the wall restricting the portal. ”I could designate it from up here, but my laser pointer seems to have vanished with my utility belt.”<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Scandal needed her and now! Crouching within her golden sunsteel cape, Angela became Sunsteel Angel and launched herself from the ground. Ascending she saw the risen wall of living vegetation standing sentinel between the seeking tentacles and the escaping civilians. Angela was new to all of this hero stuff, a gang here, hell the cultists were within her wheelhouse, but portals to another dimension, tentacle monsters that towered and sought sacrifice? Then she felt the gladius in her hand, she was the Sword of Michael, and this hell beast was threatening them all. Spreading her wings and thrusting herself higher, she swept Scandal up in a carry that allowed her hands to support the woman manifesting yet another swimsuit of sunsteel. They landed on a giant hand of sunsteel hovering sixty feet beyond the grasp of the tentacles as she set the beauty upon her feet. "Here." The words accompanied her own lazer being offered to Scandal as Sunsteel Angel manifest. A tower shield came into being from a single descending mote of light to hover at her side, sweeping her hand as if she were casting seed upon the earth below, a dozen axes manifest in a halo about her. She set the soda basket beside Scandal, and manifest a target shield.