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Post by raz on May 30, 2016 9:57:25 GMT -8
An outburst of wind and sheer force drive outward from the point of impact, ground indenting below the heir's feet. Sparks and light every color of the spectrum expel from their meeting point, the drill whirring incessantly even as the metal hand's fingers dig into it, a burst of multicolored energy forming a jet at the elbow that drives it against the incredible force it outputs. Divots upturn the ground in concentrated waves that scatter from below the clash point, the heir grinding his feet into the ground as he strains forward with fiercely grit teeth. Behind it, around the room, colored silhouettes wisping their own colors appear; around the hands, the figures hold their arms out, their wisping strength gathering in those floating hands. Behind the Scourge the figures lift their hands, an array of colors and aspects wisping into and collecting in the metal arm around its own as it pushes back against the drill, the heir lifting his other hand to hold it as he takes another step forward only to slide back a little. Metal fingers digging into the drill are chipped and torn under they're bored cleanly through, energy tracing an outline in the air to reform it as they resume clenching around the drill head and forcing against it.
Hands at his back urge him to take another step. The mechanical arm grows, outlined with more aspect colors as an aura builds around the heir, then burns. The epicenter of a prismatic bonfire, it takes another step forward. The figures snap at attention as the null chains rush in to bind it, and so too does its glance shift to them; moving his hand away he skids back a few more feet, that now-free hand drawing his weapon from his back. The chains forming a cage rush in but his roar suggests the same words he's repeated throughout this fight, the urge to not underestimate him. And he brings his weapon in an upward deflection, then a parry to one from the side, and... Blindingly fast, too fast for the eye to see, he cuts through and deflects every one of the incoming chains, denying them access to the boundary around it. Simultaneously, portals open around it, surrounding it in a rain of too many projectile types to count. It's own hands both busy it calls on another high above, the Space/Void hand gathering energy compressing that energy to an orb between two fingers, crushing it, and snapping with those fingers. Portals open in the path of every of those projectiles, swallowing them completely before closing. All but one, FLord shooting out of that portal on a high arc meant to drop him directly on the mystery assailant, before that portal too, shuts.
"C'mon... C'mon...! COME ON!!!!!"
Figures vanish, and more appear beside the mechanical arm to hold it upright. Their faces are ciphers, blank, but the determination in their movements, the way they put everything into them, make their own force of will impossible to deny. Pushing forward the heir takes another step, the spectres beside it glowing bright as they push it like a battering ram. The jet at the arm's elbow tunes to a higher whir still, blasting back in a wide spread liable to blow away any further back as he drives forward once more, a mechanical cylinder making itself apparent in the gap to allow that exhaust. A crack in the arm splits it before the space mends, the added edge Niki and Thoren throw in blowing through the fingers even faster and the regeneration bringing them back even faster still.
"Won't... I... We....!!!! WON'T!"
The cylinder drives inward, disappearing into the arm as a tremendous burst of force from the palm splits the mechanical arm in 4 places... But, likewise, brings about a single crack in the drill.
"GIVE..."
Three cracks repair, the cylinder spinning back out as the heir takes another step forward, and lunges forward to match another driving inward of that stake, and another burst of focused aspect power, raging through the center of the drill. The figures behind and the figures at the sides take a step away to tense their stances, fists reared behind them. Chunks of the drill break off, impacting the ceiling with tremendous force or merely clattering to the ground before vanishing. And all the while pieces of machinery scatter from the arm with that impact, the palm broken through completely. Now its just the heir's hand gripping the head of the drill, stutters and horrendous whirs sounding as he manages to stop the rotation completely for just a second. All he needs.
"UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The piledriving stake rushes up for one more impact, the heaviest of them all. Cracks expel flames of aspect energy from themselves as they spread throughout the drill. And everything explodes, the drill, the hand, all is wiped away by white as a tremendous wave of force, the destruction of the drill and the blast responsible, drives Micha, Niki and Thoren back, fragments of the drill shattering to dust on impact with the ground, wall or them. Them, and any behind them, near them, or in the heir's immediate area at the time of the outburst. And the heir...
The heir stands their, one arm hanging as its chest heaves in breaths. The mechanical arm, a mess in the aftermath, tumbles away, falling piece by piece and eventually, entirely clattering to the ground, a heap of parts no long able to approximate anything besides a pile of junk. It's bare arm hanging there in the wake of that, looks bruised, battered somehow, the sleeve torn to reveal its bare skin injured and the limp way it hangs as it holds its shoulder with its other hand. With some effort it lifts its feet from the divots they tore in the ground, taking a step forward, reaching down, and lifting its weapon with its good hand as it looks to see the result of its work. The astute might notice its health vial above notching a little further. For the moment, somehow, there's a sense of calm in this battlefield, the outwelling of power clearing the air, so to speak. But for once the heir is silent, watching its foes' reactions.
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Post by frozenlake on May 30, 2016 10:33:08 GMT -8
The figure raises his hand, before FLord is yanked and thrown in the direction of the direction of the Life Hand, right before said figure forms a starry disc, and throws it at the hand of time.
The scourge's danger sense informs him that he probably should not let that make contact.
FLord adjusts his flight path so that he is moving fist first, instead of flopping through the air.
And the smith backs away from the fight, thinking.
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Post by metreu on May 30, 2016 10:49:25 GMT -8
Micha tumbles from the sky, being blown away by the explosion. She hits the ground hard and glowing cracks split across her body and face. Her body rolls and bounces across the battlefield before it comes to a stop against some the rubble. The arm that had the drill on it was missing up to her upper arm, past the elbow. Instead it was just broken squarish edges that had a dim glow inside.
The girl rolls onto her side and closed eyes look to the ceiling of which was now missing.
Her destroyed arm fizzles, as if attempting to come back, but instead the light inside begins to dim. Her body's light dims as well and her closed eyes open partially to look above.
Rain begins to come from above, falling down onto the field...
Ark continues his assault on the arm, slashing it every which way he could. His scythe stealing the souls away from the hand. The more he took, the more weighted his scythe would become.
Oberon sets out more pokemon onto the field. All attacking the arms separately now, assigning each one to a different arm.
While this was happening Angel was watching the scene above, but didn't know how fast she could make it over to the others while taking care of everyone in the field. She hoped they were going to be alright...
The players who helped with the drill have been blown away and are trying to recover with little success so far...
Micha stares up through the rain for a moment before picking herself up to her feet with her left arm. Standing shakily to her feet, her tattered clothes barely cling to her broken body.
She drags her feet as she walks towards the scourge again. She pulls her most basic solar gun from her holster. A Knight Frame with a Level 1 Battery and a Level 1 solar lens. She keeps it in her left hand as she lumbers over.
Upon reaching some kind of close distance she raises it towards him... her hand is trembling and her eyes are full of tears that run down her cheeks.
"Let them be happy... no matter how fleeting... no matter for how short of a time... please don't deny this reality of it's happiness... because it's all we have left. It's not just some chosen few who stand before you... its not just those who fled their demise from their games to the void... they would have died had they not escaped... they are still fighting now to reach somewhere that isn't here. The void is not salvation... it is a hell between havens..."
She tightens her grip on the gun, her shaky aim keeping somewhat focused on the heir.
"All I ever wanted... was to be happy. All I ever wanted was for them to be happy... as soon as they reach Gene, they can start their lives all over again... they can make amends, they can laugh and cry without another god damn fear like you lingering over them... if you want to destroy everything and everyone they wanted and loved... so be it... but at least let us have a head start..."
Micha's fingers relax and the gun drops from her hand. The solar gun clatters to the ground and it's lens fades.
"Give them a chance to be happy..."
Micha lowers her left arm, the right arm dropping bits off like shattered glass slowly turning to dust.
The corpse of her old self crumples over, turning into embers that are slowly burning away from a put out fire as ash.
Micha's heir of light outfit fades and returns to her old tattered dress and shawl of the lady in white. She looks heavily injured, arm still missing. Her wings are clipped as well...
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Post by SJmun on May 30, 2016 10:55:02 GMT -8
Niki flies backwards from the blast. She attempts to use her wing sleeves to soften the impact.
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While it does do something, she still hits the ground with a fair amount of force. She takes a moment to get back up, listening to Micha's speech all the while. Her dress has some rips and tears from the impact, but everything is still held together. She still believes fervently that they can get through this.
She manages to stand up just in time to see Micha pretty much donetier.
"M-MICHA!" Niki scrambles to her side, despite the bruises and pain, she can't just let something terrible happen to her best friend.
Not again.
She gives Micha, or whoever it might be standing there now, a great big hug. The feathers on her gamegirl garb are soft, and in the way she holds so tight, it seems almost desperate.1-6
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Post by adorablesleep on May 30, 2016 12:11:47 GMT -8
>> Stand up.
Nora stands. She shouldn't be able to, but she does. She walks to Niki and Micha, placing her hand on Niki's shoulder.
"Not now. This isn't the time. She isn't dead."
Nora takes note of her surroundings, barely able to make out the hand outlined in red and pink.
"Niki, please help me with this. It's suppressing my power."
Nora takes a deep breath and takes aim, starting to shoot at the hand of heart and blood, trying to get its attention. She starts moving to a different area. She can start communicating with people through her aspect again, urging Niki to keep going.
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Post by SJmun on May 30, 2016 13:46:13 GMT -8
Niki looks over at Nora while hugging Micha. It's evident that she is on the verge of crying but at the same time, she stands there strongly. "...alright. I'll see what I can do. We need to do everything we can." She disengages the embrace and wipes her own tears.
What to do what to do.... available to her, she has the power of her imagination, the power of illusions, the power of launching very sharp flat images, the power of corn...
But, she can only use one thing at a time, and she should probably stick to long range after that previous attack. Corn takes time to work at its best, so that's out. the sharp flat images have the caveat of each shape having to be unique.
She also still has that moon blaster that Micha gave her. She has no idea how to use it, but maybe she could make it do something cool. She uses her glasses to take a picture of it and do a reverse google image search on it, and it is revealed to have the lunar lens from boktai, some obscure gba game with a light sensor or something like that. She opens up a wiki page and is given a description of its abilities. A lot of the other things on the page remind her a lot of some things with Micha. Apparently the lunar lens does almost nothing except for at level 3, at which time it can stun.
She gets an idea.
Niki removes the lunar lens from the lunar gun and sticks it onto her level 3 holographic cornstaff. Now she should be able to launch level 3 lunar corn from it. But which hand to hit?
The light and hope arms could very well absorb her attack (seeing what they did with the moonblast from earlier), the corn, being a grass-type attack, might not work well in the cold over near the breath/life hand, the space/void hand could probably do it's dumb portally thing again... the heart/blood hand, it might still be a little fast to be hit. The time/mind hand, is quick, but not as quick...
So it's decided, she will aim for the time/mind hand.
Niki charges for a couple seconds and then lets out some rapid swings, letting loose a rapid fire spray of lunar-augmented corn towards the time/mind hand, accuracy improved greatly by her light powers. The corn should stun upon hitting a target.
Niki yells towards whoever is willing to listen. "hey guys, hit the arms that can't evade!"
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Post by togetic on May 30, 2016 23:10:00 GMT -8
Completely unsure of what's going on, but vaguely determined to assist the crew kek draeps a strap of leather around a shard of misty null quartz and clutches it tightly. Murdering whatever this thing is will probably be great advertising.
The lizard curls into a ball and begins to spinning in as reptilian burnout, glowing brighter and brighter in a golden hue as his speed increases until all that can be seen is a flaring orb, gently resting against the ground.
Then, he shoots off directly upwards. A pale trail falls in the prince's wake as the orb reaches the tip of it's arc, steadies to aim directly at the scourge's body and launches downwards towards it.
A very faint "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" can be heard on the wind
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Post by powerkitten on May 31, 2016 19:32:19 GMT -8
"It's time to bend the rules and turn the tide."
Sponge pulls himself out of the destroyed turret, turning back into a human again.
Patrick, Katie, Sponge, and *Aperture withdraw a bronze pendant, red and blue lasers swirling in the center of it. Meanwhile, Kcirtap draws a tin pendant, the center of it appearing to be made out of book pages.
They raise the Pendant of the Land of Copper and Lasers/the Pendant of the Land of Tin and Knowledge, which glow defiantly. Their effect takes hold, distorting the bubble's rules to the freeform nature of LoCaL/LoTaK.
Focusing on herself, Katie manages to loosen the Red Rift's bonding and splits into a several thousand strong army of doomed time clones. The horde draws their swords and charge the time/mind hand.
Meanwhile, *Aperture's robot body changes tremendously, taking inspiration from the mech being displayed on the wall. He attempts to grab the Light and Hope arms and crush them, although his movements are unsure due to not knowing how to control the giant form yet.
Sponge morphs into Heatblast, shooting flames into the whirlwinds trapping the Seth army to warm things up.
The Prospitian Army and SH charge at the breath/life hand, fighting the flames and wind with raw D E T E R M I N A T I O N.
Kcirtap uses her Rage to draw Zowera into attacking, bringing the rebellious mutant's blood to a boil... and attack he does. 50 some figments of mutant blooded trolls appear around him, with one of them even appearing to be some kind of human/troll hybrid. In coordination with the appearance of some 150 robotic crewmen, the 2nd Alternian Rebellion charges the heart/blood hand. Zowera dampens the power of his signature weapon before firing off shot after shot, knowing that at full blast a redirected shot would be extremely hazardous to his own side.
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Post by frozenlake on Jun 1, 2016 16:41:05 GMT -8
The castle /shakes/ from something in the distance.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU IS DREAMING UP THE RECKONING OUT THERE?!"
...After the first impact, there isn't any more shaking, though.
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Post by raz on Jun 4, 2016 10:39:51 GMT -8
The heir takes a step forward, toward the broken girl before him, as the battlefield rages around them. Fire and ice surround the army as the lone source of flames creates a few flaming twisters but the larger blizzard rages onward, respite from the chill only fleeing. The ground, iced over in parts, lends itself to slipping, sliding and losing stance as their numbers prove a hindrance in such confines, and the temperature only lowers as bluish silhouettes fan out to surround the blizzard perimeter and hold their hands toward it, flaming twisters quelled by new tornadoes created in their wake and blizzard intensifying with their work. The hand suddenly rises in a quick dodge of FLord’s flying punch, leaving him to sail toward the blizzard as it begins gathering some sort of greenish, darkish brown energy in an orb clutched between two fingers, two blue silhouettes orbiting it in a vigilant guard.
“You still don’t get it. There is no escape, there is nothing beyond the bounds of the destruction I’ll wreak. Your happiness, and theirs… I’m fighting for it, too. But you don’t understand…”
The heir takes another step forward, one arm hanging limply at its side and expression that same mixture of dull and severe as always.
“You want to hold something substantial in your hands but you’re not willing to let go of anything. Even when what you cling to is the system shackling you, the system responsible for your unhappiness. The way to happiness is a clean slate.”
The Mind/Time hand tenses as the army rushes toward it, orbited by its own cadre of silhouettes. Red and green, they turn their heads to watch all the incoming threats, the lunar corn barrage, the starry disc, and the army bearing down on them. That stunning corn would be the worst thing to be hit by, but by that same token… The hand, and the silhouettes begin to move, darting back and forth in a dazzling display as they weave in between strikes by the multitude of Katies and pokemon, to what end, unclear. Until it becomes frightening apparent: the lunar corn, homing in on them, narrowing misses in the wake of a dodge that leaves it on a collision course with the army, and the disc likewise, those ranged attacks set to impact them thanks to the deadly dodges of their targets.
“All you would flee is your own clean slate. Even if you could escape, you might disavow yourselves a spot in the next world. So, for all your sakes…”
Every slash Ark bears down on the hand frees a soul but that soul remains attached by a thin thread, the thing swirling back into it despite his best efforts and denying him further strength by way of it. Those threads, unshakable, unbreakable. Even to a Lord, the ties of blood are insurmountable things. But a pinkish silhouette surges forward to parry his next strike regardless, bearing a weapon of intertwined blood and spirit. Then another, and another, as the legion of silhouettes, dark red and pink, combat him with growing numbers and furious coordinated strikes. The sync they move in and the vigor they strike with set to overwhelm even his strength with sheer numbers. Zowa’s forces are met with a scatter of portals open, some catching many of his shots, others sending out blasts of steel, plasma and countless other ammo types to displace them, and the vast majority raining myriad attacks on the army with little rhyme or reason but great success if their numbers are anything to go by. And the Light and Hope hands glow intensely as Light merges with its own silhouettes, morphing into a figure reminiscent of them that swings a wicked flight path to avoid the giant mech grab and grabbing the Hope hand to likewise pull it out of danger. Silhouettes of pure white form a wall facing the barrier and lift their hands, the sole Light silhouette slotting the Hope hand over its own and lifting it, palm opening.
“I’m going to kill everyone in this room.”
Blasts of hope rain on the barrier in rapid succession, starting from the outermost and moving inward from both sides until the Light figure unleashes the largest blast of all, hope and light rushing in a double-helix blast. Fissures and cracks spring all around until finally with a shattering noise the barrier is destroyed, the players behind it taking a step back in some shock. Falks’ mouth hangs for just a second before she wheels around, even now managing to keep it together as she screams.
“FEND ‘EM OFF! GET THAT BARRIER BACK UP AND-“
Words catch in her throat as her sixth sense forces her attention back. The Heart/Blood hand, rushing in in the aftermath of the barrier’s fall. Her eyes widen as words imprint on her, and everyone else’s minds.
Rhythmatic Arrhythmia.
Pink lightning falls from its fingertips, hooked with red on the ends. The first row of players is engulfed by it, screams of anguish and sheer pain ringing out as it jumps from those it impacts to those nearby in an expanding web that quickly leaves the entirety of the group caught. The heir takes another, impossibly quick step forward, skipping a few feet and neatly dodging Kek’s strike. And now they stand directly in front of Micha, staff weapon lifted in its own good hand. Further outward the lightning spreads, jumping to Zowa, his army, and even Ark, growing more and more painful as all subjects to it find something being drawn out from them. The edges of their vision blur but the pain keeps them fully aware, denying them unconsciousness as their screams uptick in the background.
“Take solace in the fact that you were a pain in the ass until the end.”
The heir brings their weapon down on Micha, a killing thrust.
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Post by raz on Jun 4, 2016 10:43:43 GMT -8
A few inches short, the heir stops. A twitch, or spasm, as he finds his weapon refusing his order to move forward. And his eyes widen, as he becomes aware of the figure in front of him, between he and his target. The triangular shield locked around the higher part of the staff, keeping it from moving forward. And more than that…
Simultaneously, an impact knocks the Heart/Blood hand off-kilter, a blur of movement already a ways past it as the blow it left in passing by forces the hand crashing down into the ground. Its Fraymotif comes to an abrupt end, its victims sinking to their knees or the ground in its aftermath. But aid is quick, hands, supporting them or throwing their arms over their shoulders to prop them up as others raise their hands, trails of blood linking and reinvigorating them. Falks finds herself supported by two others, a troll with a blindfold and sleeveless outfit looking altogether like a monk of some sort and a human boy with ridiculous hair and the unmistakable look of a hipster. Both, each with propping her up, offer her smiles as she forces herself focused, standing on her own two feet shortly.
“Oi…”
The figure standing in front of Micha lifts one hand to his shoulder, moving to his side to give the heir a sideways look.
The blur spins, reconfiguring as it reveals itself a mechanical four-armed knight and pounds each set of fists with its horizontal match, then its vertical one. A gap in the perimeter of the blizzard becomes apparent as forces cluster, more newcomers, and one works to open a path in the storm as others fend off the blue silhouettes. More still… more players, it’s clear, brave the blizzard, lessened as it is in this one spot, to guide the army caught in it out to safety.
“Rushing on ahead… almost getting yourself killed… Not on my watch. Once is enough.”
The figure cracks his fingers, a golden spear held aloft his shoulder by the other hand. The gray, baggy shirt and jeans he wears, at odds with the green cape at his back and hood turned down.
“Besides. I haven’t got another revelation in me. I love ya Micha but…”
Raz adjusts his glasses, gaze flitting to Micha to offer her a wry smile and a sparkle of eyes glowing faint green.
“One’s all I got in the tank. So no dying on me.”
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Post by adorablesleep on Jun 4, 2016 11:23:07 GMT -8
Nora takes a deep breath, more of her power had joined her and the heart/blood hand returned even more to her. It may not be much yet, but it was enough.
Nora points her palm at the hand of heart and blood. Streaks of red lighting spray from it. They strike the hand and start draining it. Just as it had done to her before. She retains her stance as she feels power be restored and increase the drain for as much as she can.
Nora restores a stronger link to Micha and pours some power to her as well.
"I'm a fast learner, asshole."
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Post by metreu on Jun 4, 2016 11:49:42 GMT -8
Micha... or the lady in white, stares at Raz.
"You're a little late... he's already won..."
The cracks in her body spread more with the sound of shattering. Her broken arm stub continues to break, fragmented parts fall to the ground and turn to fading shards.
"Where were you...? I thought you were right behind me..."
She shakes her head, collapsing to her knees. Micha, or what used to be her, was already falling apart. Her body couldn't hold itself together and crumbles.
Micha raises her head to the sky and shouts to the others. The Lady in White's ethereal voice spreading to the masses.
"Everyone. You must go. Tonight we need to flee and live another day... please trust me... this man will only be the death of us all if we continue. Please... Go!"
The remainder of the 400, which was now maybe holding 100 at the moment murmur amongst themselves. They look to the incredible beasts they were still up against and decide to take heed of the woman's words. Their mass attack didn't work, their constant assault on the hands seemed to not be making much progress at all. Their morale was low and the players began to scattered and converge on the exit door, heading to the outside.
"Patrick. I'm leaving it to you and whoever we have left to protect those who are escaping... We don't have a lot of time."
"Everyone... I'm sorry..."
Larger chunks of Micha fall away to the ground. She falls onto her back as her pieces vanish into the air.
"Just... get somewhere safe..."
Her body continues to break and fade, the light going out inside of her.
A suit of armor gently sets down in front of Micha's body and scoops her up in it's arms. The silver and blue armored knight looks to Raz and the Scourge.
"There are days when you might encounter a villain that is too far out of your reach. Your back up never comes on time, and the place you want to save only becomes destroyed. You alone may fight, but the situation may only become bleak..."
It says in a metallic voice.
"Sometimes, the only thing a hero can do is run away."
The knight turns and vanishes in a swift flash of blue.
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Post by frozenlake on Jun 4, 2016 12:22:45 GMT -8
The inwardly rotating object at the top of the battle suddenly stops, stunned by the sentence uttered by the knight.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Jun 4, 2016 18:07:52 GMT -8
Raine is kneeled down, using her mace as a support. It would seem as if she was down for the count. The strange looking girl next to her, Zwei, seems to have tried to protect her, to no avail. Her form is barely holding up, bits of her drip down onto the floor like goop. But what they both feel was not despair, nor fear. But righteous anger. Determination even. " You think that destroying everything for a new reality would change how things work." " You think things will get better if everything else that fucked you over simply disappeared." They get up, almost in a synchronized fashion. " That's a load of bullshit." " Do you really think things will work the way you want them to?" Zwei shakes her head. " What makes you so sure that it won't happen again in your reality, just in a different form? It would be back to square one all over again. And at some point, someone will be fed up with the reality you made, and try to rewrite it. Same bullshit, different instance. An endless loop of dissatisfaction." " Are you really that confident with your conviction? Your power?" Raine spits on the floor defiantly. " You're just as selfish as we are." " Maybe even more." "... Sorry, Micha." " Sunspot, it's a nice offer, but I'm gonna pass." They stare straight at the scourge, without any doubt in their consciousness. Several figures show themselves from behind them. The Lethean Dream's council. " Going the coward's way is only going to delay everything, most likely tipping the odds in this cockflute's favor. You've seen this happen with me. I can't let that happen here." " I...I can't run away. I've done that enough already before. I'd rather fall right here...right now, fighting for the future I want to believe can happen." Raine extends her free hand and points to the scourge with conviction. " I deny your bullshit reality! And I'm going to keep fighting against it, beyond my grave, beyond this reality's grave! I'll leave a scar googolplex miles wide as a symbol of how much your reality sucks!" The group raise their hands to the heavens. An extremely large spellcircle forms on the floor, brimming with light, shimmering and setting the stage for their true last stand. They shout in unison. Any and all allies start to feel their strength come back, perhaps even more then they've had before. The rest of the council, sans Ciel, lose their forms from the sheer energies they expended for this spell, returning to being souls, which Zwei absorbs into herself to protect them. " Use this last boon however you will. You can run, or you can stay and fight to the end. We won't stop you." Zwei turns her face to Raine, " Don't hold back. And when all else fails there's always that..." Raine nods nervously. " We might as well use every trick in the book, right...? But let's hope it doesn't get to that point." Ciel interjects with a curt reply, " Come on, this pretentious shitstain's ass won't kick itself!!" And with that, they split. Zwei and Ciel speeds right for the hand holding Breath/Life hand, with scythe and rapier in hand, attacking it with Zwei's powerful slices and Ciel's swift jabs. Raine starts to run towards the Time/Mind hand, with her own weapon at the ready. She positions her feet and kicks off into a spin with her mace, gaining momentum as she spins rapidly into the hand. |
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