[X] Attack to subdue.
- [X] Focus on Carmilla.
You force your anger down as Carmilla extends her hand. You're acting for the Bureau right now, not your sister or yourself, so as much as you'd like to spend some time making that woman's death slow and excruciating, you really should try to take her prisoner. And … you are supposed to make sure they have a chance to surrender. What a nuisance. You take a deep breath. "My name is Flandre Scarlet, and I am here as an officer of the Time-Space Administration Bureau." Carmilla draws back and you take the opportunity to activate Loki, and you smile and flare your wings as the scintillating orb fades. "If you surrender now, I won't hurt you." Your clones dart out, flanking you and flying above, and Carmilla and Tool set themselves defensively - and that's enough hostile intent for you to act. Your clones swoop on Tool, carrying it out of the church, but you simply leap to Carmilla, put your hand against her torso, and shove. Hard.
Tool disperses your clones with a surge of magic, but as it turns to face you a clone stitches it from behind with danmaku, chittering nastily. Carmilla rises to her feet and snarls at you as you walk out of the church. "Ungrateful little bitch! I'll enjoy tearing you apart!" She changes, her forearms elongating and her legs shortening, and her mouth distends interestingly, revealing three rows of hooked fangs in her lower jaw and two in her upper, as well as a thick cow-like tongue that sweeps around the teeth. You grin and dart forward again, stopping just out of reach of her attempt to snatch you out of the air. You catch her right arm and dart to the side, hurling her off to your left - but instead of cartwheeling down the slope, she slams into a shimmering barrier that you hadn't noticed and shrieks in outrage. She shrieks again, a loud and high-pitched sound, and charges toward you, using all four limbs to get some extra speed, but when she tries to backhand you, you simply catch her arm and hold your position, letting her slam into your set shoulder. Then you lash out, a fairly clumsy punch that nonetheless manages to snap one of her ribs, and she gasps in shock and pain.
Tool is doing fairly well for itself, sidestepping your clones, putting up small barriers, and responding with precise bolts of magic. You frown at magic circles she uses, though - they're a dark golden color, but they don't glow the way every other magic circle you've seen does. They simply … hang there, dull and lifeless, spitting out energy or blocking your clones. Of course, Tool did seem to be having problems earlier … before you can give your clones a command to ease up, however, Tool floats into the air, presses its hands together as it praying - and sprays bolts of lightning all around it. Two of your clones flop away uselessly, bodies broken by the new attack, but the third darts out of range in time, the bolts tracking it smashing holes in the front of the church.
You don't allow yourself to get too distracted by Tool's counterattack, of course, and when Carmilla lunges forward - much more quickly than she'd moved before, but still far slower than you can move - you catch her arm again and swing her up, over your head, and down into the ground. Her shoulder crunches most pleasantly, and you giggle at her agonized screams. Then Tool vanishes, darting behind you, and you spin just enough to hold out your left hand as it thrusts its right arm forward - and with its arm comes a torrent of lightning and dead-gold magic.
You blink your eyes open, wondering faintly why you're now inside the church, then shake your head and float upright. You hear the civilians gasp in horror - or perhaps awe, given the mutterings of 'Kaiserin' you hear - and Father Maurice stares pale-faced at the ruin of your torso. You shrug with your right shoulder as your body rebuilds itself. "Sorry about the mess," you say with a grin, and the congregation drops almost as one to their knees. Another burst of magic attracts your attention - your third clone being blown apart by Tool to buy you time - and you send your clones out first to keep the mage away from you and Carmilla. The mage is obviously the more dangerous combatant, at least for you, but if you can get Carmilla subdued then Tool should give up.
Speaking of the monstrous woman, she gapes in surprise at your recovery when you slam into her, and you grin as you shove her against the barrier. "You … your arm! How …-?!" Her gurgling, slurring voice trails off into a keening cry as you drive your wingtips into her shoulders. It's funny that something like her would ask that question, given that her own injuries seem to have healed from your beatings.
"Last time I ask nicely, girl. Surrender." Carmilla coughs and tries to snap at you with her distended jaw.
"My husband will come for me! He loves me!" You can't help but notice the quiver in her body at her declaration, however. You let her fall to the ground and ready to lunge at you, then slam into her again, driving your shoulder into the lower part of her sternum and relishing the snap of the bone. More importantly, however, is the collapse of the barrier in a series of dead-gold sparks, and with it the strange buzzing - and, concurrently, the collapse of Tool, its magic giving way and letting it fall to the ground. Only the intervention of your clones keeps it from breaking its neck. Carmilla, however, looks on with fear. "No! NO! Tool! Tool, you useless bitch, get up!" She heaves desperately at you, but you simply turn her around, dislocate her shoulder, and drive her into the dirt. "Tool! Get us home! Now! TOOL!" You frown down at the now-sobbing Carmilla. Perhaps she isn't a mage - like you, she needs someone else to use magic? But just what is wrong with Tool? It just lies there, breathing shallowly as your clones stare down at it … you call them back and have them stay on Carmilla, then go to look at the fallen mage.
Its … her breathing is shallow, as you feel the weakly-rising chest. And you don't need to remove the black gloves to see the twist of badly-healed broken fingers. You do pull the gauzy mask up away from her face - and stare at one that is quite familiar to you. Or would be, if not for all the damage. If it weren't for the angry, badly-healed scar on her throat and the missing tongue. If it weren't for the dimness of the red eyes, and the way the left one wanders lazily even when she stares at you. If it weren't for the bruises on the right side of her face, and the crookedness on the left that indicates a broken jaw. If she were six years older … if she were six years older and undamaged, she would look just like Fate.
Instead, she's dying.
And that presents a bit of a problem, because you don't know why someone who looks just like Fate is wandering around helping someone attack the Church, but it's probably not a good thing. You pull the mask back down and look down at her. You could go call Fate, bring her down here, explain what's going on and let her decide … but then who knows what you'd be dragged into. You could just kill her - break her and be done with it, or kill her properly and bury her - and then either explain to Fate privately or refuse to explain at all. Or you could just have the Bureau take her aboard the ship to see if she can be treated and not worry about the repercussions, because you'd just be doing your job ….
"Is everything under control? Need any help, or anything?" You snap your gaze to Sein and she reflexively takes a step back, arms held up non-threateningly. "Just, uh … wondering. Everyone wants to know if you're fine, is all."
What do you do?
[ ] Kill Tool.
- [ ] Break her.
- [ ] Kill her and bury her.
[ ] Take them both up to the ship.
- [ ] Try to keep Tool's identity a secret.
- - [ ] From Fate.
- - [ ] From the rest of the ship.
[ ] Call Fate down to the planet and let her decide how to deal with Tool.
[ ] Other?
