[Area] Seth's Dream dome

Raine nods.

"It...It could work."

Sponge works to steal energy from the tornado with various energy blasts, trying his hardest to make the tornado expend it's energy keeping itself together.  The drone appears to be rather... tired, for lack of a better word.
The Commander continues to call his army into continuing to attack the arms, the weaponry embedded in it by the Prospitians at this point would be enough to defeat the majority of enemies from the battlefield. Only the Black King would still be alive at this point, and even then it would be extremely damaged.

Raine feels uneasy as she sees the various individuals be beaten up by the scourge.

But she has to try, she has to keep trying.

She focuses, trying to get a feel for the inner workings of her heart, and the connection it has to her partner.

The Rouge of Mind shrugs and focuses on the enemy. What kind of things can she steal from them to benefit everyone else?

As the heir continues its controlled fall it takes stock of the battlefield, even as the ground below rushes up to meet its head. The hand under fire primes its fingers for a snap as the army takes aim, its partner in crime gathering a ball of blinding energy in its palm and tossing it into the air before spiking it violently into the crowd of offenders, the blast ensuing powerful enough to scatter them at best and at worse seriously injure or outright kill. The hand Whirlwind's seen fit to take up residence on charges into the crowd in the aftermath, innumerable weapons embedding in it as it makes a mad dash to the center before snapping and promptly fading away, a wave of purple spreading in a yards-wide radius that engulfs the army.

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Roughly a quarter of the army of Seths and a quarter of the Carapacian force, half of the army at large left after that blast, find strategy and reason wiped from their minds, replaced with intense anger. Enmity against their former comrades, toward the players and toward the barrier they've erected drive them as they turn their weapons on those comrades and that barrier they protected just a moment ago, strength and vigor peaked as they attack.

The heir falls. The tornado meets the barrier, battering it to the severe exertion of those behind it trying their best to keep it afloat. Orders are shouted, and the Breath players in the crowd focus, moving in arcane, unison ways to summon a swirl moving the opposite way behind the offending twister and drive the two together to bring an end to it. Micha's rapid movement around the battlefield catches its attention, and it follows her rapid movements precisely as the one hand left by the barrier creates and spikes another ball of light toward the barrier to send ripples through the ground and intensify the cracks running along the shield's surface. Cracks that are worked on hastily by players behind the barrier but that seem to outnumber even their efforts. The pain from the lightning might be too much for her to notice or appreciate but besides it she suffers no damage from the attack, at least, no physical damage. But as the lightning digs into her it draws something out... Pain, yes, but a pinkish phantom of herself coated in blood trailing off it in wisps, slowly but surely dragged out of her body. Another hand moves in now, fingers glowing blue and a darkish brown as it moves in with a slash aimed at that phantom that segments it, Nora suddenly feeling a complete lack of connection to her aspect and the others through it.

That, and very, very tired.

The hand frying her moves in now, the wispy remnants of the phantom swirling into its palm and merging into it. And the heir cracks its neck as its the magic circle surrounds in, green flashing in its eyes as something occurs to it. For a moment those connected to Nora can feel... planning, rapid stratagems being devised and discarded just as quickly. Strategies relying on many parts instinct and the mingling of its powers... Six sets of them working independently of it but in tandem. Life and Breath. Space and Void. Time and Mind. _____ and ______. Rage and _____... That one may be gone but....

Cutoff. From the back, two solar blasts rush toward it. A hand tears a gash in space in their path, the two converging and sailing into it. But simultaneously the swirl of corn around it arrives, the stall a calm before the storm as they converge. The heir grits its teeth, and the hand closest to the barrier rushes in as it unleashes a flurry of attacks aided by the two hands behind it. But the numerous attacks overwhelm it, and the hand keeping that gash in space open falters, tear shattering and letting the blasts continue on to push it into the path of the other two. On four sides assaulted by high-power blasts of solar energy it

Is that the plan...? No. Then.

From its back two solar blasts rush toward it. A hand primes a cluster of darkish blue and black energy between two fingers, as the heir wheels around. Digging its heels into the ground as it clenches its fists, it steels its stance, eyes turning to a wicked glare as it throws its arms out, in the path of those oncoming blasts. The corn swirls inward, ready to assault on all sides but the hand snaps, a sound like cutting ringing around it as small portals split open all around it in a haphazard radius a couple feet around it

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Almost every incoming projectile is swallowed by a tear in space, the few that get through displaced as the portals strategically spit out corn to knock it off its path. Micha quickly finds that she's in that radius as well, as portals surrounding her shoot the remnants of that attack not used to deflect toward her from multiple sides. The blasts of solar power are on the heir now, but with those hands outstretched it holds them back, teeth bared as its heels dig into the ground hard enough to drive divots in it as its slowly pushed back. Another hand sends a wall of buffeting wind toward Niki and Jake, as the one responsible for that web of portals before moves faster than the heir's backslide into the converging point of the two blasts behind it and tears a gash in space to swallow that convergence, the heir coming to a stop as it holds the blasts it place with no shortage of effort.

"Not even... close to enough."

The Rogue of Mind and the Seer of Time see two very different sets of events playing out but the first, fades out before giving way to the second. Not another timeline but how things could have played out... The advantageous sequence of events, advantageous to the heir at least, all anyone else would have perceived. All hinging on choice. Its choice. Its decision. Where it is concerned, time is a singularity... No branches spring forth from its existence, just a straight line moving onward. The only deviations, the time FLord may have dealt it a heavy blow, and this. Both fading shortly. It's future is unclear but it moves toward it at a steady pace.1-100·1-100

The enraged Prospitians turn into Dersites as the carapace army becomes distracted fighting itself, completely ignoring the barrier in their mutually assured destruction. SH is pulled up off the ground by a Prospitian as they start fighting the Dersites in their midst.
Katie and Zowera try to repair the cracked barrier, straining their already tired forms.

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On the other side, Sponge desperately tries to heal the barrier using Hope beams from the drone. Kcirtap, meanwhile, seems to have finally woken up and starts trying to use her Mage of Rage powers to calm down the army.

A hand closes in, the heir exerting no small amount of effort in holding the blasts back. Micha's rush is left unimpeded and she manages to close the distance and wrap her arms around its midsection, gaze narrowing as it cranes its head down to look down on her with contempt.

" 'Theirs'... Not yours. Not the others, not everyone's... but theirs. You would even sacrifice yourself to stop me. Your will is nothing to put down. But."

The hand zooming in slams down in front of the heir, scattering small debris in its wake as it holds, a shield against the blasts. The heir cleanches its teeth and fist, before coming down on Micha's head with a punishing downswing to knock her to the ground.

"Neither is mine. Revenge... That was all I wanted, at one point. And I will have it, mark my words. But this is about so much more now... About everyone's happiness. So stop."

The heir punctuates the last word with a kick to the ribs, snarling as its voice's tempo hitches.

"talking to me..."

Another punctuated, vicious kick.

"about their. Happiness!"

And two more brutal kicks, one harsh enough to knock her against the hand forming an impromptu shield now. The heir narrows its eyes, reaching down to grab her by the hair and roughly yank her off the ground to a forced stand, or even a little off the ground. Above, two more hands hover.

"Or you're going to make me really angry."

25% of the Seth army, being predictably loose cannons, just go nuts on attacking the carapacians and themselves.
Raphael, still running on enough hope to avoid being blinded by rage (to a point), attempts to try and control his unruly ranks.

"Hey, QUIT IT! I don't fucking care who hurt your feelings or whatever the fuck it is, your petty shit needs to wait! WE GOT A REAL PROBLEM RIGHT OVER THERE!" he points to the tattered heir, who has just had an illusion break in front of it.
"THAT ASSHOLE RIGHT THERE! SHOW HIM YOUR FURY!"
Many of the seths not too preoccupied with their confusion begin to swarm upon the heir, joining the actually alive Micha in the surprise attack!