[Area] Seth's Dream dome

Thoren, finally snapping out of his awestruck reverie after watching Nora be a total badass and connect everyone to try and save Micha, notices that Niki is moonlasering the fuck out of the hands and he along with everyone else has been given a message to get the fuck out of range. His concerns go straight to Raine, still sleeping in her bed not too far away.

Thoren dashes to her side and imagines some wheels on the legs of her bed. He pushes the bed, with Raine still sleeping in it, quite far away from the eye of the storm, further into the field. The wheels are offroad wheels, whatever. Anything to keep Raine safe from the fucking corniest death star ripoff he's ever seen.

Soon enough they join the onlooking crowd as the moon begins to fall. This better fucking work.

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Those that had made partnerships have made it to the group with their partners.

The rest of the dead seths, who were fighting in the storm, have hitched a ride on bow-wow. Raphael is holding onto the end of the chain while wearing jetskis.
Marin has used her seagull form to fly away from the danger. Upon reaching safety, she reverts to her usual form.

The cloaked space hero backs into a portal, it closing in front of him when he makes it to the other side.

The Smith /moves/, burst of flame and sonic boom as their direction and speed is set to an absurd amount away from the blast.

Azure remains, holding the sphere around the scourge as flaming popcorn phases right through their non-physical form.

...but the null refuses to be a thing again, since someone has to call met out on their shit.

Frenzied battle rages all around, the Scourge clearing its immediate area with a wide sweeping blow even as Kek clings. The four engaging him skid back, forced to their knees or their backs in the case of the Troll girl. The Scourge plants its weapon in the ground and drives forward, tearing a trench as it rushes for the prone girl with its eyes on the prize. The Knight, preoccupied with the Heart/Blood hand. But the red-skinned alien of the bunch vaults to their feet and charges in from behind, darting around to block the killing blow with a crystalline staff. The others are quick to rise to their feet, glancing at one another and giving each other wordless nods before rushing back in.

“Out of the way! I will-“

“You will stay right here is what you’ll do!”

The Scourge lashes forward with a crushing kick that knocks the wind out of the boy, knocking him to the ground. Their fight isn’t one to win, even together their opponent outmatches them. But they won’t let it interfere. That much, they refuse, even as the fight batters them.

And Raz keeps the drain steady, before Ark’s words draw his attention to Solaris and he tenses his fingers experimentally before throwing his arm out. Streaks of pink lace outward before converging on Solaris, and he reels his arm back with grit teeth.

“Dammit… There’s only so much you can ask of someone, y’know. Coming to terms with losing someone… I didn’t want to do it again after I lost you. Even if that hero was cool with it, it took me a while to hit that point too. But losing you again? I can’t take it. You and me’ve got a date with Sin and Punishment so… Come back to us! Whatever that asshole had in mind for you, to hell with it! Live your own life!”

One arm extended sapping the Heart/Blood hand, the other tugging on the threads of fate linking he and Micha. But a pair of words imprinted on his mind call a snarl to his lips as it becomes evident it’s got one last trick up its sleeve, pink lightning hooked red rushing along the channels of power flowing to him to converge on him.

Rhythmatic Arrhythmia

There’s a difference this time, though. Last time the Fraymotif branched out, nearly decimating their amassed forces. But this time the thorns of attack have one point of focus, every individual bolt lighting the Knight up as they dig ephemerally into him. Gritting his teeth to choke the cry of pain desperate to free itself, he forces his strength into the hand tugging Micha’s threads, and pulls, even as the rest of his body fails him.

“M-Micha… g-g-god, d-damn… d-dammit…. … C’mon…! Listen to… Ngrhhhhhhhhhhh…….!!!!! My… Our, v-voices… W-We’re… almost at the end…”

Not like this…

“See…. i-it, with me…”

Forcing the pain down he resists the tug even as he recognizes it. This is what they call an out of body experience, isn’t it? He can’t feel parts of his body, but those same parts he feels more distinctly than anything, somewhere else. The lightning frying him is dragging his soul out… but, the other one is an anchor. And it refuses, like a hand holding on to it with its all. But like this there’s only so much strength he can muster, behind his bond and his words. The edges of his vision blur: at least, the attack isn’t spreading to her. He’s its only target, that’s good.

“come…. back…. please…..”

That’s good, he figures, as his vision blurs, but not enough to obscure their progress. She’s almost there, right? So he can’t… even as his vision starts to give and his body slumps, he resolves, he can’t stop. So the hand clinging to that thread keeps its grip resolute, even as the rest of him falters.

“That’s more than enough of that!”

“Hyaaaaaaaaaaaaai!!!!!”

“Do you guys have to be so melodramatic…?”

Three voices from above, growing closer by the second. Like falling stars, or maybe more accurately meteors, three blurs crash onto the hand from above, slamming and pinning it to the ground with the impact and their brandished weapons. A lance, a rifle with bayonet on the end, and a high-heel pin to the wildly writhing hand to the ground as the lightning fades and the Knight’s spirit snaps back into him with a surge of power. Without skipping a beat he opens his pink and green eyes wide and tugs both arms inward, a shout building volume as he goes for the home stretch, strands in each hand traced back to Solaris and to the Heart/Blood hand.

“You’ve pissed me off enough… So piss off!”

Pink lightning races along the strands connecting him to the hand, red hooks digging into it and dealing a dose of its own medicine back as he spares a nod and grin for Nora before yanking the strands toward himself. The hand struggles wildly but the trio atop it merely dig their heels in (literally, in one case) to keep it pinned. So it’s no surprise when it’s the first to give, rending to pieces that dissolve into mist in the wake of their combined assault. Lightning spills back toward Raz, lighting him up in a way that his stance suggests is a boon of invigoration as his grip on the strands linked to Solaris tightens and he turns his attention to her.

“Lookin’ good, hero boy. A thank you would have been nice but as a fellow hero the unsung work is the most rewarding~.”

“Rivers, right? Thanks! You, and the others too, I don’t think I could’ve made it without you.”

“It was nothing! Our power ABOUNDS when used in the name of justice, and what more just cause is there than helping a friend?”

The lance wielder, a heavy-set man towering above the rest in patchwork armor and with a full beard and scraggly head of hair lending him the appearance of a friendly armored bear, grins widely, as the third of the trio, a slight, unimpressed-looking teenage girl chewing a toothpick and tapping her rifle against the ground, rolls her eyes.

“No one here knows how to dial it down a lot, huh. But that’s one of them down…” Blowing a bubble of gum she scratches her cheek, surveying the battlefield. Around, the rest of them are hard to miss even among the incredible crowds and pitched battles; those that stood alongside Falks, and now take the fight to the varied hands to lend their power. If their fighting skill is any indication, lieutenants of a sort, probably.

“Hee~ All that said, appreciation is nice every once in a while. Falks plays hers close to the chest, or only pays it in private. It’s nice to be praised.”

“Ignoring the disturbing implications of that… Hero guy, will you be alright like this? As much of a drag as it is I’d feel shitty if you bit it after we went and saved you.”

“Y-You don’t have to call me a hero, god… I’m not…” The next words falter, and he sighs into a trail-off.
 
“Just call me Raz. And, I don’t need everyone… Rivers, big guy, can you help the others? You,” he says, thumbing the slight girl, “back me up, alright?” All three nod, the bear of a man putting away his lance to draw a massive axe with a mighty laugh. “A grand idea! Then we shall smite another foe and save another ally, in the name of GLORIOUS TEAMWORK AND JOLLY COOPERATION! ONWARD!!!!!!!”

“Just give us a call if you need us. And, of course, don’t die. If either of you does I’m holding the other personally responsible.” The sing-song tone of her voice betrays the serious behind it and in her eyes, as she nods to the two before rushing toward another battleground.

“I see one right there… Boost me, Jarvis?”

“Without hesitation!”

Rivers takes a leap into the air, Jarvis spinning on his heel to swing the flat of his broadaxe like a bat on a collision course with her at the apex of her jump. A swing powerful enough to repulse debris in the immediate area but one she braces her feet behind her to ride, dismounting to sail through the air like a blur before making a couple rotations in the air to align herself, foot outstretched and heel cutting a visible trail in the air in its wake as she rushes toward an airborne hand with a wicked kick. Jarvis, for his credit, isn’t far behind, lumbering after a bit slower but upon their foe in no time at all to bring his axe up in a cleaving strike!

“…I’m Kyana, by the way.”

The girl hefts her rifle, vigilant in watching out for threads as she exchanges a look, a smile and a nod with Raz before he turns his attention back to Solaris and takes the strands with both hands now, coursing with power, and yanks, baring his teeth.

“Everyone’s here waiting for you… And we’ve just got a little longer on this wild ride of ours! You don’t need to be all-powerful, or to take the burden on yourself! All we want is you, Micha, you! Not Micha the superhuman warrior, Micha our goddamn friend! This thing you are now could be the strength to end this all but it’s not worth it if it costs you! You don’t need to lead the way if it takes your all so… so, come on! Open your eyes and stand with us!!!”

The Heir lurches forward hunched low, ducking the pan sailing overhead to drive its elbow into the wielder’s stomach in a blow that sends him rolling on the ground, skipping like a stone only to wheeze once he’s come to a rest. Trying to pull himself up and fill his uncooperative lungs with air he’s left prone and easy pickings, a state the Heir tries its best to take advantage of by raising its weapon to bring it down and pierce him cleanly. But again it’s denied its kill, this time by the troll girl quickly looping some kind of bag strap around the weapon and tugging it off-trajectory. When it stabs the ground with enough force to embed its weapon cleanly the other three rush in, weapons at the ready to take advantage of the moment. But that it denies, stomping the ground harshly enough to send a wave of force outward that knocks all three back and sends the grounded boy rolling a few feet away.

“Interfering pains in the ass…!”

Throwing its arm behind it the Heir starts to prepare something, until something catches the corner of its eye. Above it… A celestial object, falling slowly. The rage of the heavens given form? A product of dedicated charging on someone’s behalf? The hows or whys of that falling obstacle don’t matter, it’s at the center of its trajectory. Hissing its teeth it turns its attention back downward: its foes were similarly distracted, but when they notice its attention they gulp before converging on their fallen comrade, the red alien slinging him over his shoulder before booking an exit alongside the others. All around the battlefield the hands, engaged in their own battles, repulse their combatants before rushing toward the Heir, as it becomes obvious that everyone is clearly more interested in getting out of dodge than continuing the fight here. But it, it tests its working hand, the other hanging dutifully uselessly as the remaining hands and the figure that used to be one float into formation, bracing themselves in midair. That figure returning to the form of a hand to join the other four.

“It’s always something ridiculous…”

The moon falls. The hands bracing against it surge with power, even as its fall carries on despite their holding it aloft. Pushing back with expulsions of energy that scatter the battlefield with sparks and fireworks.

“Raz we need to go, now!”

The Knight hisses his teeth, looking back to Kyana, then to Solaris. Or is it Micha? What were his efforts for? The situation has gone an awful way, and it’s hard to even discern for sure but...

“There’s no time… Dammit dammit dammit, not like this! I’m not losing either of you!”

Yanking hard on the strands linking them he draws Solaris/Micha toward himself, drawing them into a one-armed hug as he runs toward Kyana without even a second to spare. The girl takes a step back out of fear, as she feels death just above, but he pulls her closer, throwing a gaze upward and yelling something inaudible. Words imprint on her head as a mechanical knight appears above them, locking its arms together and glowing with a green light.

“But fine. I’ll take on even this, too!”

The heir clenches their fist, baring its teeth as the falling star is almost upon him. Sparks crackle in its arm, every color of the rainbow, as bits of particulate like colors swirl into him and he throws his hand up, flames springing to life and alighting in its eyes.

“And that soul stealing bastard will give me what’s mine!”

The heir slams his palm into the falling moon. Time seems to halt, as somehow, some way, he keeps the massive objective hefted in just one hand. The other hands elsewhere, aiding him. Raz, Kyana and Solaris/Micha, out on the battlefield shielded by the Endymion Vanguard’s ward.

And it resumes, as light spreads outward and all of the dome is wiped from view.

Zwei seems to be distracted. A whole wellspring of emotion appears on her face, soon settling on worry.

Someone who is somewhere else needs her.

But just as she was about to leave, she has a feeling of awful foreboding coming as the moon nears it's target.

...Her friend can wait just a little bit longer. They have all eternity. Well, if it wasn't being threatened.

Lambda has already positioned herself in a safe place, along with the girl with the hat, who seems to be hiding behind a wall with hands and feet.
The wall in question is covering it's eyes.
The troll with croissant horns seems to be hiding behind the girl.

Raine is sleeping like a log...

Azure lowers his focus on the sphere and temporal charting for a moment, in order to check on if a ~ATH script has triggered from the scourge yet, due to the lack of visual contact.

The smith slows to a stop by accelerating themselves in the direction opposite of their present motion, Landing on the grass somewhat nearby the door. They spot it opening, and see what is coming in.

The exclamation is simultaneous, but for two different reasons.

"God dammit."