Right.....Wrong.....I don't know

Not direct enemies

Cleveland was thrown back from the energy ball as were everyone. One by one the girls impacted the ground and only slowly stood up again. Elma and the Northern Parliament girls looked shocked around but Cleveland wasted no time. Rushing forward and past Elma she grabbed all seven of the Northern Parliament girls by the throats with her tentacles before slamming them into the walls.

The girls could only gasp, their looks alone spoke as if they just woke up from being knocked out. They impacted the walls around the room and without rigging would have definitely broken their backs. But even with riggings, the impacts left their marks by cracking the wall at the seven impact points.

Cleveland strangled them each individually until they all could only gasp for whatever breath they could take. The tentacles were heavily restricting each of their riggings as well so aiming was a thing of sheer impossibility with it. Even the battleships could barely move them at all.

“So do you still think you can win?” Cleveland breathed out to the room. She recalibrated her guns and pointed the barrels at each of the girls. Fittingly she possessed enough gun barrels to aim one at the head of each of them. The caliber size alone was big enough so the girls could stick their heads into them.

They seemed to look death in the face and accordingly struggled but Cleveland just charged her guns. She was seeing red and was about to fire before something hard impacted her head and stopped her in her action. She almost dropped the girls as well but somehow kept her grip, even if it was significantly lighter. The girls were definitely gladful for that judging by their massive amounts of deep breaths they did. 

Tashkent used one of her torpedo launchers and shot the Observer with it. The torpedo struck her head without exploding and disoriented Cleveland enough to actually not shoot as she simply looked at the destroyer. Cleveland stared at the culprit with a look that burned her very soul. “Oh you shouldn’t have done that, Tashkent.”

Rushing forward with an impressive speed she delivered a punch to her stomach that nearly broke through the destroyer's body. Tashkent was definitely glad that she wore clothes as thick as she did or her intestines would probably stain the wall behind her. Cleveland actually chuckled at that. “Oh look at that, you survived that you little annoying beast. Still won’t save you.”

She was about to grab her throat but had to avoid a shot from the side. “Ah Belorussiya, the main course. Looks like you got the greatest death wish after all.” Cleveland chuckled as she saw who shot. She walked over in a seductive manner and looked at the battleship she pinned to the wall. “With you I will take my time.”

“Shut up monster and release us-urghg.” Belorusiya started and was cut off by pain. Her arm was stabbed through by a tentacle of the Observer, a weaponised one. “You bastard!” She cried out as the tentacle receded back into the Observers back. Thankfully it wasn’t a big tentacle or she would have probably lost her arm but it still hurt like hell. “What do you even want?”

Cleveland grabbed her by the throat and stared with a look of pure darkness at her. “What I want?” She chuckled before falling into full blown laughter. “Oh I wanted to talk with you, I wanted to show you the truth about the world and I wanted to let you all run away. But guess what?” 

She ripped Belorussiya out of the wall. Walking behind the battleship and hugging her from behind, Cleveland whispered in her ear. “You betrayed my trust. You betrayed our possible peace. You tried to kill the only one I care about to survive this and see a better world together.”

Belorussiya was sweating as she hung there. She had eight plasma guns shoved into her back and a severely pissed off Observer handling them. She truly was in a very bad position.