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Clover wasn't entirely surprised to see Emily join the fray, but he wasn't able to stop her from severing a few of his arms with her axe. He moved back to gain some space, but Tear's Black Keys blotted out his vision. Although aimed for his vitals, however, they seemed to deflect off of his skin. That didn't protect him from the elbow to the face that knocked him back, or the spin kick to the abdomen that sent him sprawling to the ground.
Darien and Asche tried to move in to help, but Tear was like a woman possessed, and there was no room for them in there.
"You'd better save a piece of him for me, Tear!" Asche said, grinding her teeth as Clover scooped himself up, grinning at them.
"You'll all soon be in more pieces that my Marionettes!" he declared, holding his hands out. They shot out from his body on cables, snatching Emily and Tear by the throat before yanking sharply on them, dragging them to the floor.
Last edited by Prisma*Illya; 08-31-2012 at 12:48 AM.