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Roulin hadn't broken a sweat yet, but the seawater covering his forehead seemed to say otherwise. He grimaced after his grip on Dante was broken. Without turning his eyes to the monster behind him, he could see it's tentacle hurtling toward him. It smacked him, but it didn't knock him away. Roulin had both his arms around the beast's appendage. With his grip tightening powerfully, Roulin began to spin around the tentacle soon snapping it in a spray of black liquid. Whether or not it was blood was unknown, but that wasn't the problem. If anything, anger represented the teen more. His entire life had been filled with fighting enemies and friends. He wanted it to stop, but he was forced to continue and through that, he achieved true anger. "Which one do you think Dante?" Roulin retorted in a voice more matured than his normal. From the teen's back sprouted angelic wings, though they were simply a formation of bones. This resembled Giovanni's gunwings, though much lighter yet less sturdier. As if typing random letters on a keyboard, Roulin began to shift his fingers up and down shooting from them hundreds of light beams. Some struck random areas while others curved along the ground to strike Dante from a blind spot. From fighting Lucien, Roulin learned that plans were always thrown off by unpredictability. If he could remain unpredictable in the face of Dante and still put up a fight, maybe he had a chance of putting down Lucien the next time they fought one on one.

After watching Dante evade his barrage of attacks yet again, Roulin eyed his mentor dejectedly. Though neither of their attacks were landing, should any of Dante's land, more than likely that'd be the end of him. When another soldier of Hell arose, Roulin found himself in a predicament. In the face of the two new beasts, he began to think about what Dante had just said. Looking at his pale hands, he wondered. Was he really tense all the time? Did he show signs of anger and violence? "Can't think about this now...." Roulin, the newest addition to the great four, stood before the illegitimate Satan Owl with his hands barred outward as if he were gripping something. The ground began to tremble violently. Boulders began to roll down the mountainside into the raging sea. Lightning crashed and thunder roared as the earthquake took place. With just his power of telekinesis, Roulin managed to pull from the ground two massively-sized rocks. These rocks were individually the length of a school bus and had the height of a one story house. They both weighed far over a ton. With weapons in invisible hands and a nerve bulging against his forehead, Roulin brought his hands together in an attempt to crush the winged creature and Dante. The larger beast wouldn't be crushed by the rocks, but should they break, Dante and the other minion almost certainly would.

Aimee walked into the living room where she last saw Moli and Noel, but when she saw them again she decided to go look for a bedroom to sleep in. She walked up the stairs slowly, her head so dizzy it made her almost pass out. Aimee found a bedroom and laid on the bed, closing her eyes as she thought about everything from when she met Roulin to now, her choices and her power.

Armand nodded. Demios had a point. With the unstability in the whole country and even most of the world, it was probably better not to reveal that they were Owls. There was that brittle tension between Owls and nonOwls. "Sounds good," the scientist said, agreeing to Demios's suggestion. He grinned at Demios's latter comment. "That makes two of us... unless you count that horsie looking robot in the lab that I was goofing with..." It had been a horse-like robot with an attitude. If there was an emotion attributed to the robot, it would be anger. It was always trying to "kick" anything around it, and Armand had even tried tackling it and thus "riding" on it once to shut it down before finally shocking it into submission. Not all experiments went exactly as planned.

The red head grinned and began leading the way to that Pennsylavanian Amish village that he had stumbled upon earlier. Maybe they didn't have to take horses. Maybe the Amish would give them a ride to a nearby town , where they could find transportation.

((Feel free to make up stuff about the Amish town.))

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Benkei waited, wondering if Kojiro had heard him, though the older Owl was sure Kojiro had. The younger Owl had clearly been thinking. Tsch. Definitely That was a loaded question.

"We're fighting to change things for the better, and we will," Benkei confirmed confidently. He thought for a few about Kojiro's other question. "If they're going to protect an evil person, why shouldn't we attack them?" the martial artist asked. He wasn't thinking along the lines of Kojiro. In his mind, the other organizations didn't seem to be quite right. He pondered again for a moment when Kojiro mentioned that some of the other Owls that they had been fighting were similar to the members of the Fallen Phoenix. Benkei's head was going to start hurting if he thought about this to much. "We're fighting for what's right, and until they prove that they're right, we'll keep fighting."

Itachi then leaped into the air at will as flames came from his feet propelling him in the air and at high speed towards will. his arm was surrounded by extremly hot fire as he covered himself in it as a sort of armor as he flew at will throwing a high speed punch for wills chest as fire surrounded his fist. the fire was hot enough to melt steel and it would go much much hotter as the fight went on. He didnt seem to notice that anya was not too far behind will...

((Alright, Neo. Hopefully, this works as what we talked about. *cough*

Edit: Will address burns in the next post))

Will watched Itachi as the heat Owl leaped into the air and flew toward him. Oh, really? A chest punch? The Satan Owl smirked as lightning charged around him, creating a nice shield to allow him to make "direct" contact with Itachi. "Too slow, brat." Unfortunately, since Will was just sitting there waiting for Itachi to make a move, there was no way he could have landed a surprise on Will. The Satan Owl grabbed Itachi's fist with one hand and diverted the younger Owl's path, side stepping and then tossing Itachi straight behind Will to crash into Anya. "Getting hot back there, dear?"

Huh? Amaya blinked as she lifted her head from the table. She hadn't seen Amara wave because her head had been down. "Oh, hi, Amara! I'm ..good!" the Clueless Owl said as cheerfully as she could, but a second later, a confused look showed up on her face as she saw Vincent. She had no idea who he was and wondered if she had seen him before. "How are you?"

Will wasn't an invincible Owl, but he did have one hell of a tolerance when it came to pain, and well... he enjoyed it. Things like injuries tended to have counter intuitive effects on the Satan Owl. Connecting with Itachi's fist had done a number to his palm of the hand that had caught the fist and tossed the younger Owl away. It had been burned, but the Satan Owl paid it no heed. The smirk melted on his face as he turned to face Anya and Itachi, transforming into an "angelic innocent" expression on his face. "Oh, we couldn't possibly have the referee be injured in the match, eh?" he said sarcastically before he launched a few bolts of lightning toward Itachi, not caring if Anya was too close or not. His bolts weren't going to hit her because, one, he had good aim, and two, he could manipulate the lightning to move if it was going to hit Anya. Those bolts were meant to smash Itachi into the wall further.

Amaya blinked. "Student?" She looked at Vincent. That sounded so cool and just like Amara to be teaching someone. Amaya couldn't imagine herself being a mentor to anyone. "Hi, Vincent, I'm Amaya!" She smiled at the boy. "Amara's really good." When Amara asked her if everything was alright, Amaya looked at her confused again. "Yes?" Amaya kind of wanted to take a shower and clean up and forget the battle. She didn't particularly like it.