The Spirit of Leaves
Maka stood to the side near the other Spirits as everything happened, unable to fight for... reasons. She winced as the Chain general made to attack the Earth God, but was refrained by The Water Goddess sheilding them all with a waterfall of sorts. It died down after the general stopped attacking, and the dark forms began to retreat.
Maka rushed to the Earth God as his armor dissolved, falling away like the pixie dust her being was partly created of.
Is everyone...okay?" he was asking. Maka shushed him.
"Everyone's fine.." Maka glanced around, seeing everyone looking as well as they could after such a scene. She quickly thought back to all the conversations she had over heard, but could muster up a name for the Earth God. Maka mentally groaned, knowing that would make things that much more awkward.
"Master, If I remember you well enough, you want to go after those dark ones, fight, try and make things right, help everyone do everything.. But you can't, alright?" Maka attempted to guide him to a chair, still surveying the scene, trying to find out what felt so amiss- other then the obvious, of course. It was something deeper, but she couldn't figure out what.
"You discovered a key part of your powers today," Maka explained simply. "Usually, when you battle, you don that armor. I think your remembering at a steady pace, faster then you should be, and that's okay regarding recent events, but I don't want you to be alarmed at anything."
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked over to see the Wood Goddess crying. Maka sighed, Oh Dear, what a mess we really are in. I'm thinking The Gods and Goddess should talk things out, and I need to speak with the other Spirits... *sigh*