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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2023 11:32:37 GMT -5
| a fae's friend Ember Word Count: 954/5,375/54,011 |
Arael seemed to be holding onto some unknown emotion that she couldn't quite discern - whether it was sadness, pain for her fallen fellow, or anger, she did not show it. Instead, she simply stated that Vegeta had done what was required, sheathed the Colt, and began to move through the room. The group came through a door, and Ember could see the entrance that they had first been introduced to on the opposite side of the room.
She also noticed the lingering scent of something sickly, that briefly reminded her of a poison that they had on Neraides. As soon as she took note of it, Arael gave them a warning and began to move through the hall, back pressed tightly against the wall. Ember followed her lead, following her to the entrance of the next area.
The half-Fae was starting to wonder if this was an exploration or an infiltration. It felt as if they had been going around in circles now for ages, and she was starting to get impatient. Would they be able to make it to Ur'Alyconis in time, or would they ultimately fail?
Before her thoughts could get further, the citadel shook - it felt as if the building were going to topple down at any moment from the force of the explosions outside, and Ember could feel her nails digging into the wall for support. Things once again seemed to speed up - a guard spoke into his comm device, warning the other soldiers in the castle that they had intruders. Odyn volunteered to be the person to distract the soldiers and provide them with the chance to escape, drawing a greatsword that was pulsing with energy, and throwing up a force-field to prevent them from returning.
Arael, however, paused. From the look on the Celestial's face, it seemed that she was debating on going back for the burly male, and continuing forward with her mission. She seemed to decide upon the latter - moments later, the group was moving up a set of stairs, Arael silently promising under her breath that she would return for her comrade.
Ember moved up the steps, three at a time - finally, something was happening - maybe they were getting closer to the chamber that held their common enemy. Regardless, as she came around the top of the stairs, her eyes landed on a bird with fur that was a blue-gray, reminding the half-Fae of how Lucis' skies looked on an overcast day.
Part of her felt apprehension bubbling up inside her - was this animal trained to attack unfamiliar visitors, or was it simply someone's pet? Ember moved up the rest of the stairs, slowing down her gait until she came face to face with the bird.
"Hello," she cooed, before kneeling down so that she was eye-level with the beast. She seemed to purr in response, lifting her head up and staring down at the redhead imperiously.
Ember moved forward slowly, reaching her hand out and trying to ignore how quickly her heart was beating - there was a possibility that the bird would try and peck her hand off, or attack if she felt threatened, but something in her demeanor told Ember that it was just... lazy.
"You need to get up," She whispered, moving her hand a bit closer. The bird didn't peck at her like she'd feared, but instead bowed her head, almost as if she were submitting, and Ember raised her hand, stroking the fur atop the bird's head. It was soft, softer than she could have imagined, and all Ember wanted to do was wrap her arms around the bird's neck and comfort it until this war was over (not that it needed it).
"I need you to move," she repeated, gently pushing at the fur under her belly. She let out a soft caw, and Ember's face scrunched up - if a guard heard the noise, would they come?
She waited a moment, and nothing happened, so she repeated the motion, and the bird rolled over onto its back, looking up at her expectantly, almost as if to say, Rub my belly.
This wasn't the time, nor the place, but Ember knew that if she didn't give a little, she wasn't going to get anything in return. She took the next few moments to rub the bird's belly lazily, alternating between pats and soft caresses - which the bird evidently enjoyed, considering that the feathers at her backside began to shake, almost as if her tail were wagging.
"Okay," she said, pulling her hands back and tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear that had fallen in her face while she was emphatically petting the animal. "I'll make you a deal."
She looked over at the window in the hall, an idea forming in her head.
"You go out that window," she said, pointing at the stained-glass, "And take a nice little break flying around outside, and I'll come back in a while, and I'll give you all of the belly rubs and treats you want. Sound like a plan?"
A coo, in response, and the bird stood, before stalking lazily to the window. Ember followed (after making sure no guards were nearby), and took a few seconds to find the latch to open it.
"Okay, off you go," she said, petting the top of the bird's head. "I'll see you soon, Saph."
The blue bird cooed and nuzzled Ember with her head, eliciting a giggle, but almost knocking the half-Fae off of her feet. After a few moments of flapping her wings, she took off through the window, and Ember returned to the group, cheeks flushed with happiness and a smile on her face.
"Where do we go next?"
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Post by Lilim on Dec 29, 2023 8:47:20 GMT -5
Even as Lilim's senses were focused on one of Darion's split forms, it was impossible to ignore the sudden spike of energy she felt coming from that girl from earlier--Riki, wasn't it? Sometimes, Lilim had a hard time remembering names--and the energy being focused into a single person was always a sign of something powerful becoming unleashed. On the one hand, the Demon Queen was eager to see just how powerful a force the young girl could unleash, but that sensation in the back of the Empress' mind told her to protect herself from the oncoming rush of explosive energy about to release.
She dipped into her reserves of demonic energy once more, surrounding herself in a protective barrier of infernal magicks. Like before, she doubted the barrier alone could protect her, especially from the raw energies being focused by the young maiden, forcing Lilim's armor to activate its various arcane runes, further protecting her for the moment of explosion.
The resulting release of energy had defied Lilim's expectations. The obvious difference of raw power was on full display as the battlefield was subjected to such an intense blast of pure power, the Demon Queen was sent to her back from its force, kept conscious and relatively whole from the sheer force. The explosion seemed to rip through her barrier like an axe through a tree-limb, impacting against her armor's additional protections. It was probably the armor that kept her in the fight, but compounded with her previous injuries, she found herself winded, slow to rise back to her feet, much like the copy of Darion she was facing off against in that moment.
"Tch--that girl--should be more careful--" she complained under her deep breaths to regain her stamina. That she would feel winded so quickly... that was not a great sign, all said and told. Riki would probably get an ear-full of Lilim's complaints before long, especially if the Empress was able to even see this fight to its conclusion; she was already starting to feel every blow and bruise across her body. While not exactly a foreign sensation to her, it was nostalgic in the worst ways. She wasn't used to having to push herself quite like this. Unlike the other demons and angels of the realm, she was fully content to spend her time on luxury, extravagance, and indulgence. Maybe she would have to train and fight more often.
"This... changes... nothing..." she grunted as she labored to get back to her feet, seeing the Darion clone do the same. She still had an opponent to fight, and she would thrash him properly now. That was not to say she did not enjoy this fight--she was a thrill-seeking demon, after all--but it was so much more fun when she was winning handily. That this man was making her work for the win was, really, very inconsiderate of him. "...Pah... come on then! There is still life to live, thrill to enjoy! Learn to enjoy the sensations of the present, angel!" she declared as Darion charged forward.
Immediately, Lilim leaped forward, flipping in mid-air, in order to bring her kick to impact against his head, just above his blows! She would then use the rebounding effort to flip backwards again in mid-air, her wings flapping powerfully to send her back towards him with another monstrous blow to his already-dented chestplate, before she unleashed a pair of small blasts from her hands directly towards him! "You are the Horseman of War--that much I will allow--but surely you should treat me with more respect than a blind charge!" she said with a fatigued smile, the rush of the conflict still filling her with excitement!
She then reached her hands out, manipulating the gravity around the Darion clone, her smile deepening into something far more excited and malevolent. With his attention distracted by two other opponents, she had a rare moment to take advantage of his lowered guard. In that moment, she would try to crush him with both her demonic power and the gravity around him, as if to crush the very air he breathed, the very armor he wore, the very skin of his flesh, into a single point! "Allow me to punish you for taking your eyes off me!"
WC: 700 / 8376 / 54711
Free. Regulated Daemon Princess of Hell (4% Ki) Free. Full Power Flames of Hell (Strength) (2% Ki) 1-2: Barrier + Block vs Riki's Bakuhatsuha (5% Ki) 3. Brave Punisher vs Darion 1's A4 (2 SA + 2x DR2)(1% Ki) 4. Demiton Bomb vs Darion 1 (DR 7)(9% Ki)
Recover 5% Ki and Health (Thanks Sariel <3) Ki Used this post: 21% Total Ki Used: 44%
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Post by Riki on Dec 29, 2023 13:56:11 GMT -5
The whole battlefield exploded on cue. She half expected Sariel to stop it even at the cost of saving Darion, but she had frozen in place. At the least, many people died quickly, maybe both armies in one go but it wasn’t really addressed. Instead, all three Darions stood tall, not even pushed back by the vicious explosion. He was a rock, a piece of hardened steel. He should have evaporated and yet he remained in his place, set on his evil ways.
She didn’t even look to see how Lilim, Cain, Sariel, or Ghast fared against her attack but two of the Tomoko’s had run into her space to escape the destruction.
”If you don’t want me attacking the entire field, do better to attack all three of them,” Riki replied to Tomoko, bristling under the criticism. Riki thought of herself as a hero, but the reality was she lacked a level of empathy needed for such things. She was laser focused on defeating Darion, and if the rest weren’t carrying their weight, they were in the way.
”Besides, I wanted to gauge just what strength he had split up like this,” she said to Tomoko’s testament to needing to block, that wicked smile coming back to her face in a way very reminiscent to her handler. That was Yan’s style alright. Take it right to the face and then grin wildly knowing exactly what the enemy was capable of. He could sacrifice damage to himself if it meant dealing more damage back, and that was definitely what Riki had just done.
Of course, this strategy had failed Yan a few times, but it didn’t look like there were any Shaman Banes on the field.
The injury made her excited. She could feel the adrenaline pumping anew, seeking vengeance and compensation, and it was as if the function of Chaos smiled down upon her, with his brother Order ready to hold her together against any madness. She was reckless, and some might consider her manic, but no. Riki was focused. She weighed the options and came to a sound conclusion.
She might have been less experienced with these kind of battles, but her raw instinct for them matched her raw strength.
The closest Darion had thrown his helmet to the ground showing himself as a man versus a monster and Riki’s smile grew wider. Even if her best attacks weren’t doing their normal damage, she had made a man of him and men fell easier than monsters.
After her last attack he shifted his priorities from Lilim, sending that Darion after Tomoko and focusing his sword strictly on her. Her hands lifted into a provoking gesture, egging his attack on without fear, seeming to not take him seriously at all. His blade glinted in the sunlight and as he swung down her aura flared up again her arms crossing in preparation. This time her energy alone was powerful enough to push his blade back, his strength temporarily useless.
Her body crouched as he moved in for the next strike, her aura retracting now to a thick shield at her side. Without technique behind it, the strikes were easy to read increasing her ability to defend and rather than a slice breaking through she only felt the brunt force crushing into her side.
If he was at full strength, she’s have been a bit worse off, but she was set on proving this tactic wrong.
She still had the hilt in her hand, even though the entire blade had been disintegrated. He spun and she brought it up, pivoting to face the swing and caught it with the broken hilt. Darion’s strength was enough to push her back, her feet sliding across the unturned earth and her teeth gritting through her smile, but she had already gauged it with his first attack and knew the level of effort she needed to use in order to parry.
She might not have been Lilim’s very recently improved strength but against a split form Darion she still had enough power to push his swing back.
And pushing it up she ducked under it and dove into the space of Swordsman Darion, her palm stretched out as if to strike him, but when she got close enough she could smell the blood on him, three energy blasts ripped from her palm in a rapid fire. They tried to expand on his flesh as fast a a bullet could hit a human, rapidly exploding after they threatened to completely engulf him.
She stepped past him in a flash, then spun around and faced both palms at a different Darion respectively. Her energy barely pulsed before releasing six more huge blasts that ripped from her palms like machine gun fire one after another. They spun through the air rather than shot purely straight, to come at each of them from multiple sides, zooming across the battlefield at a dazzling speed, three honed in on Darion 1, and three on Darion 3. It helped Darion 1 was likely still dealing with Lilim’s onslaught, pinned down by gravity, and number 3 was still recovering in general. She wouldn’t lose such an opprotunity.
But she wasn’t done. She spun again even as the blasts left her, facing the swordsman and both her palms snapped forward, facing him again and releasing another blast from each palm.
The celestial who recruited Riki had promised an army and she had no interest in letting him down. She was not going to give any of the Darions any rest. Each of the other powerhouses seemed content to give just one their attention, but that was the horseman’s intention. That’s what he wanted, and Riki would never give a villain what they wanted.
She let the final two explosions push her back from her Dario , the destructive power enough to rip open the battlefield again—what was left of it—and dared him to come back at her.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 29, 2023 17:16:26 GMT -5
There was always a problem, always an issue that could and usually would ruin any and all the fun the doctor could be having. Though he knew this was war and war came with the irrevocable possibilities of both death and destruction, Ghast had truly hoped he could've just simply gathered his samples and be done with it...only, that was now quite possibly not going to happen as he had hoped it would. Energy was being blasted all around, and even now when he had managed to get closer to the location of the one leading the assault on the so-called Usurper's forces and their wayward kin, it seemed that it was quite frankly out of the question to get out of this mess unscathed or even relatively so.
While he was focusing on the armored opponent, the shockwave of dense energy traversing across the battlefield alerted the mad scientist that he had no other choice than to protect himself to the best of his abilities. Before this massive surge of ki would reach him though, the doctor slammed both his hands into the ground, tearing a chunk out of it and flipping it upon its side while he himself for the inevitable impact by crossing both his arms in front of himself and planting his boots solidly on the ground in a wide stance, though when the time came...all that didn't protect him from the sheer force of the energy's actual impact, making the poor man slide backward as he could feel his protective gear heating up and even his padded clothing shredding just by being exposed to it all.
"Who's the idiot trying to go for a scorched earth tactic here?" Ghast sighed, as he turned his attention back to one of the Darions, more specifically the one he had been dealing with alongside at least...one of those Tomokos (??) and the celestial Sariel, it seemed that this particular opponent was quite keen on having some potshots too, as the beam snapped part of Ghast's helmet clean off, shearing away a chunk as it managed to twist the doctor's neck into a rather uncomfortable-looking angle. "Oh for crying out loud, now you're just being rude."
Snapping his neck back to a more normal position, Ghast let out a chuckle, only to have said gleeful sound turn into a sour grunt when he could see someone not too far away utilizing quite a number of powerful blasts with the clear intent to wipe out all those Darions...and probably the rest of them with it. "...kids...really..."
Reaching for his broken helmet, the doctor vanished from sight instantaneously, reappearing quite a bit above the battlefield, though he still hadn't reached the top of the citadel nor the consecrated fortress it seemed, but it was still high enough to have a better survey on what was going on. Letting out a sigh, the doctor started to calculate his chances of getting any more samples from those dying on the battlefield, it only took but a split second, but it was enough for the Sage to get to the conclusion that with all the samples he had already managed to collect and the chance of getting more samples whenever the assault would succeed or the battle would end, his search for those had now become less important.
"That one though, I really want as a test subject, you don't see durable people like that so often," Letting out a sigh, the doctor removed his helmet and tore off the shredded remains of his padded clothing. Black fog started to slowly drape around his revealed skeletal form, as he continued to survey the battlefield for now. It started to slowly dawn on the ghastly scholar that perhaps he had spoken too soon on the behavior of that child; there was some merit in trying to blow up everyone...it ment there was the possibility of getting more samples after all. However, considering Ghast's desire to keep it all a bit in check and avoid unnecessary loss of life (or more precisely limbs...samples with limbs attached were more useful after all.)
Letting out another sigh, the skeletal figure dropped out of the sky close to the darion clone he had been dealing with earlier again, hoping that the child hero's energy blasts would have softened him up a bit. "So...are we tired yet?"
Without any ado, the mad scientist started lunging forward with the shortsword in his boney, skeletal hand, the shadowy cloak of demonic miasma and smog dancing in the wind as the skeletal form of Ghast started to jump forward, thrusting the shortsword a few times consecutively towards the obvious weak spots in any armor: near the armpits, the knees, the neck, a barrage of stabs, thrusts and slashes all expertly aimed towards this Darion's supposed weak spots, all with a cold logic and surgical precision driving the monstrous scientist who wielded the shortsword. "If you would be so kind to not die too fast..."
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Post by Goku on Dec 31, 2023 17:38:49 GMT -5
Infiltrating the Fortress
| FF9933 | WC: 312 / 7,868 / 56,877
| The staircase lead the trio to a most unexpected sight - a large, majestic beast blockaded the way forward. Only a slim path forward could be seen, which meant hugging the railing and nearly brushing against the winged creature.
"This shouldn't be-" Arael began her protest, but was immediately silenced as the Fae girl stepped forward. With a gentle touch and even gentler words, the beast fell to the whims of the fire-haired woman.
It was unexpected, to say the least.
"I-" her words fell flat as Ember coaxed the beast from it's resting spot, and out the nearest window to the war zone just a reach away. At least it was no longer their problem, she thought.
The path was now open, so Arael took the lead once more and rushed forward with a stealthy stride as to not warn any to their encroachment. It was odd to her how no guards were stationed near the Red Wing as it was perhaps the most crucial part of the Usurper's plan to keep control over the planet. A staircase and hallway away from their destination, and the place was vacant.
Was he truly that arrogant, or were there other plans in store? It was impossible to know.
Glancing back at the barrier that separated them from Odyn, Arael was encouraged to see it still holding strong. Had it fallen would mean the warrior had met a similar fate. Looking ahead, she quickly moved to the spiral staircase.
"At the top of this staircase is a hallway with two runic-laden doors. The entrances to Repose and Waking. Ur' should be located up there. I need you two to take the lead and to provide me cover by any means necessary," Arael whispered as she withdrew the Colt from its sheath and inspected the chamber. "This one bullet must secure our win. Are you two ready?" |
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Post by Nappa on Dec 31, 2023 19:13:37 GMT -5
| The Red Wing Varris Word Count: 767 / 14,001 / 57,644 |
As the Fortress began to quake, a single man interlaced his fingers before laying them on the mahogany desk in front of him. His heart pounded, but Varris attempted to cool his nerves. He took a long inhale and held his breath for several seconds before slowly exhaling. It didn’t help. Nervously, Varris began tapping the wooden desk with those same fingers, twitching slightly as he did so. The echoes of war had been faint, due to the thickness of the stone that made up the walls.
He’d heard the fighting, of course, but it had been much easier to drown out moments ago. Besides, with Darion down there fighting, he felt decently confident in their odds to beat back the intruders. There wasn’t a man Varris had met that displayed such a singular focus on combat. That explosion had changed the dynamics, though - someone was trying to get inside. They were coming for him.
Well, they were coming for Ur’Alcyonis. But... in a way, that meant they were coming for him. He wanted to open his mouth, voice his fears to his leader, but he didn’t dare. His cowardice had already been the object of many scathing comments and the last thing Varris needed at this point was further abuse. He would stand tall. He was as a lion to the jackals at the gates, proud and defiant.
Those words sounded good, and they even helped sometimes. He’d read them in a dusty old tome months before and had taken the phrase to be his own personal mantra whenever he felt his stress levels rising. After what felt like a few seconds too long, the Consecrated Fortress stopped shaking, and no further explosions followed. Did that mean Life’s plan had failed? Had they been pushed away by Darion?
Or had Life’s plan succeeded, and the Fortress was now being stormed by her army?
With that sobering thought, Varris once more glanced to his right, at the bland gray stone wall. Someone had offered to create a window in the space so that he could see outside it, but when the architect had made the suggestion, Varris had laughed him off, insisting that there was no need for him to look down at the peasants below. It did strike him that he had possibly made the wrong decision, because not being able to see the action only left him with his own quiet thoughts.
Four guards stood on either side of the double doors, staring straight ahead with such intensity that Varris could have assumed they were blind. They were armed with threaded whips, with razor sharp tips at the end of each thread. Behind his person stood two more guards watching the doors, armed with daggers; they were experts at knife throwing.
There was even a third layer of protection - assuming anyone could even get into the Red Wing in the first place to assault him. There were pressure plates in the middle of the room; when triggered, it would set off a trapdoor. Any potential invader that had stepped on it would quickly fall through a miniature jump drive and reappear just outside Toffit’s atmosphere.
Varris still worried that it wasn’t enough; what if the person who charged into the room was a changeling? They could survive without an atmosphere perfectly fine! It would be an annoyance to them, sure, but the pressure plates would only delay their attack by minutes - hours at best. There was no time for a fourth defense; he just reminded himself that obviously Arael and the others had no frost demons allying with them for the assault. What could the PTO possibly gain from this?
The planet. The PTO want the planet. Toffit has just recently been terraformed. They could resell Toffi to the highest bidder.
It seemed like a wild thought on its head, but the Celestials could just reform another world to their liking - Toffit was their adoptive home, but there wasn’t any need to stay there, if the people could leave. Was Arael really willing to give up their homeworld just to retake control? A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as he schemed.
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Post by Holly on Jan 2, 2024 21:02:00 GMT -5
| Tomoko 303 / 5,742 / 57,947 |
Grumpy Tomoko was in no mood and when he shot his emerald shaded blast of energy, she quickly mowed it down with a swipe of her hand, smacking the ball and with a smidge bit of difficulty she push the smack through and sent the green ball of fire fleeing. She then looked to Riki, her eyes rolling at her logic.
“Shut up,” she muttered as Riki gave a smart ass rebuttal. “Why are you lying like me attacking all three of them is going to stop you from attack the field.” She said and gripped her face in her own palm. This one was definitely Red’s apprentice or in all ways related. Tomoko’s body flashed and grew back into a woman, the other two children fading away into the ether as her body welcomed her energy back in with open arms.
She hunged over and winced at the pain as it flooded her body and she groaned in many different ways and reasons. It all ended with a smirk while her energy levels rose like a steady tide. “Oh yea baby. That pain… I love this pain,” she said while looking at the three Darions. Everyone reacted, Riki shielding and blocking one of the Darion’s assaults before returning more concentrated fire at the three versions of War.
Tomoko needed time to adjust to the pain that she endured on her smaller bodies, but she was also not ready to be useless. Her breath came out cold, showing itself as a gentle breeze -- a small mist that slithered from her lips. Without much warning after that, the blue haired woman took in a breath and let out a massive holler. A scream did not break her throat, and instead came a snowstorm that threatened to encase one of the Darion’s in thick ice.
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Post by Vegeta on Jan 5, 2024 1:52:00 GMT -5
| Making an Entrance Vegeta - 17 y/o
569 / 3533 / 58,516 2k Charisma |
Berated by his teammate, Vegeta dispassionately stared a hole through her face until she moved along. Any proper soldier understood that when it was time for action, you went for the sure thing before you risked the mission. There were no conditions on survival.
Led into the hallway where a quick series of events transpired resulting in their cover being blown, Vegeta was the first to accept that Odyn would remain behind to buy them some time. Sacrifices were common in the field, and he wasn't going to stand around gawking. The bulky celestial made sure that the Saiyan wasn't the only one to comply with his wishes, forcing the others away with a forcefield.
On the stairs, the trio found their path blocked by a sleeping, bird-faced creature. Vegeta raised a hand, ready to blast the monster into oblivion, but Ember took the opportunity to show him her own way of clearing a roadblock. He was mildly impressed, if impatient with the ordeal. She'd walked her talk, at least.
With the potential for their final objective to be waiting at the top of the stairs, Arael took the fabled Colt from its holster, holding it at the ready. Part of Vegeta wished she'd kept it put away, as now she only had one hand to fight with. The likelihood that they wouldn't have to push their way to Ur'Alconyis was slim. He didn't bother to chastise her, though, instead following orders and taking the lead.
As Arael had said, the upper landing of the staircase extended into a short hallway. Ornate statues stood along the wall and at the end, on either side, there were doors leading elsewhere. Vegeta eyed the open-space suspiciously, though there were no signs of traps or barriers. He frowned, and began to move steadily down the hall. As much as caution was warranted, the alarm had already been sounded and that meant their mission timer - previously based on how long the forces outside could keep up their charade, was now determined by the speed with which the defenders could maneuver against the new threat.
To his surprise, the hallway was totally undefended. He reached the end, coming to a stop, and glanced over the runes adorning the wooden doors. He was sure they carried great meaning, perhaps even magic power, but to him they were little more than fancy drawings. He wasn't sure which set led to which chamber, and in any case Arael hadn't told them which to expect to find the enemy in, so he chose the left door, placing a flat palm against its cold exterior.
"There are people in here, but I can't tell how many. This could be it," he muttered, glancing back at the women. Turning back to the doors, he pulled his hand back an inch, formed a fist, and let it fly. The door blew open, breaking away from their hinges and knocking a group of guards near the doorway to the ground. Vegeta identified a man that appeared to be the one in charge, along with two more guards behind him. Seven hostiles in total.
"Knock knock," he called into the room, flipping double birds to the guards at the back. He turned his hands and fired concussive air waves at the guards, leaving his companions to move for the other four, who would undoubtedly be quick to get back to their feet.
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Post by Goku on Jan 10, 2024 0:02:04 GMT -5
Infiltrating the Fortress
| FF9933 | WC: 412 / 8,280 / 58,928
| Pushing past the idle Ember, the white-haired Celestial immediately followed the Saiyan and struck out at the two guards almost simultaneously with the hilt of the Colt. It would not keep them down, so Arael swung her axe into the chest of the right guard, collapsing his breastplate in a sickening crush of bone and sinew. Blood splattered in all directions as the last breath left the Forlorn.
In a brief lapse of inaction, Arael found herself hitting the floor as the other guard crashed into her, knocking the Colt from her grasp as her back slammed against the carpeted floor. She struggled to overpower the guard before ramming her knee in between his legs.
"Get them!" she angrily ordered to the other two as she desperately sought to retrieve the revolver only mere inches away. Her fingers grasped at the fibers of the ground to pull her closer, but just before she could grab the gun it vanished.
"Ah ah. You shouldn't be up here.. the Master will be most displeased to see you here with your dirty friends," the voice of Varris came from a different direction of where he stood previously. Seemingly having had moved quicker than any could register, he now held the Colt in his right hand and aimed it at Arael, then Vegeta. "Take off your bands. Guards, take off their bands," he ordered.
"Where is he, coward?" Arael spat out as she rose to her knees, hands level with her shoulders.
"In Waking, of course. The power you fools created and failed to contain.. the key to his restoration. Take off your band, or you die. It's so simple." Varris said in a cocky, arrogant tone. Slowly walking in a half circle around the kneeling Celestial with the barrel pointed in her direction. "Last chance."
Arael reached for her belt and quickly withdrew a thin silver dagger and lunged at the Usurper's pet, aiming for his midsection.
Click
The Colt clicked, but nothing happened.
Varris gasped as the blade turned his stomach and slid into the soft flesh as Arael forced the blade to its hilt and felt the warm blood pour over her gauntlets and seep onto her skin.
"I still have the bullet, bitch." the Celestial whispered softly into Varris's ear as she took the gun back. "Don't think I forgot about your special abilities."
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Post by Vegeta on Jan 10, 2024 0:32:41 GMT -5
| That's Not The Guy Vegeta - 17 y/o
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As the two guards at the back dropped, Vegeta saw the other four get back to their feet and make toward him. He wondered, for a moment, whether his allies had abandoned him, but then Arael came crashing into his peripherals, a whirling wrecking ball that took on the guards to the left. Before she gave the order, Vegeta had turned upon the guards on the right.
Unlike the previous guards he'd taken down, these two had gotten over their surprise and were fully prepared for him. Instead of his usual in-your-face approach, he sat back, waiting for them to strike. When they did, the closest guard snapped a whip at him. The speed of the strike caught Vegeta off-guard, but when the second guard went in for the same attack he was better prepared.
Catching the end of the whip around his forearm, Vegeta yanked the guard towards him, using a combination of momentum and strength to deal a haymaker that left the unfortunate attacker in an unconscious heap. He was about to engage the other guard, but he sensed a change come over the room.
A simple look told him why - the enemy had the magical gun. The saiyan froze, his muscles tense, and his mind raced for a solution that, ultimately, Arael already had. With some nifty sleight of hand, she must have pocketed the lone bullet before losing the gun. The enemy had made a mistake, leaving himself wide open for attack, and he paid for it by way of a dagger to the gut.
Not usually one to be caught up in showmanship, Vegeta turned back to the remaining guard. It seemed too surprised by it's boss's death to realize the situation it was now in. It was easy enough for the saiyan to grab the guard around the neck, squeezing until it too had gone unconscious.
Standing up straight, Vegeta glanced around at his companions. "Well, I'm guessing that wasn't the guy, so where's the guy?"
tldr: The guards have all been dealt with.
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Post by Goku on Jan 10, 2024 23:30:13 GMT -5
Infiltrating the Fortress
| FF9933 | WC: 400 / 8,680 / 59,661
| Varris sat alone. His foul blood pouring from the gut wound and pooling around his shaking body. The color from his face drained to leave a pale husk of his rather unimpressive form, under the best of circumstances.
"Great job," the Celestial praised the youth who was quick to neutralize the other guards. "As for you..." she turned her attention to the mortally wounded Varris.
Reaching to her belt pouch, Arael withdrew the single Colt bullet and slipped it into the chamber. Her bloody thumb pulled the hammer back as the barrel was pointed at Varris' head.
"You know what this is. And you know where it's going," she said as the cold metal was placed against the wounded man's forehead where it sat for a moment. The anticipation of what could happen next shook the coward to the core. Suddenly, she pulled it away and spat on his face. "I wouldn't waste a bullet on you if I had a hundred, a thousand."
Shaking horribly from a concoction of fear, pain and regret, Varris fell over on his back as Arael pushed the heel of her boot against his chest and kicked him back. He landed with a soft thud and a loud, painful groan.
“Bleed out and perish like the coward you are. Let’s go.”
Turning her attention from the soon to be dead minion, Arael took the lead of her small group once more as they traveled only steps away and stopped outside the rune-laden door.
“The Chamber of Waking. Ur is in there. Who knows what he might have in there with him, but we’re here,” Arael said as her purple eyes took in the bright blue skies of the nearest window. Despite not being able to see the battle raging outside, she knew they still fought to provide the cover that allowed her to reach this point. “I won’t let you down,” she whispered a solemn oath.
As they stood outside of the door and gathered their wits and prepared for what lay ahead, Arael could think of no words of encouragement or rallying cry to raise the hopes of her two compatriots. They all knew the stakes.
“Thank you for coming this way with me," she said to Vegeta. "Let’s go kill a God.”
The Celestial placed her palm on the heavy runic door and pushed it open to the Usurper’s stolen domain.
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Post by Nappa on Jan 13, 2024 0:03:52 GMT -5
| Defending The Usurper Darion Word Count: 2272 / 15,506 / 61,933 |
~~~~~~~~~~~~~[Lilim]~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Darion’s fists just barely missed their target, cutting through the air mere inches from Lilim as the Demon Queen pirouetted through the air. A clean, ethereal backflip through the air made her dodge look practically accidental, before she pushed her feet against his shoulders for better momentum; the effort sent the Horseman skidding back several inches, though his feet remained planted in the ground. The rough material from the shoes combined with her raw power left his collarbone ringing with pain, and still she wasn’t done. The Demoness finished her spin, and with a flap of her demonic wings, she was already rushing back to him with several more attacks. “You are the Horseman of War!” The words filled Darion with a sense of pride, as he locked onto Lilim’s pupils, scanning her eyes for any sense of what she might do next. The longer the fight dragged on, the more he allowed himself to get lost in the back and forth. The goal was Sariel, and had always been, but he hadn’t allowed himself to be engaged in a combat this wild in as long as he could remember. Darion would cherish the moment for as long as he could. “Surely, you should treat me with more respect than a blind charge!” Her smile betrayed that the fight had been wearing her down as well. Perhaps those who hovered at the top of the food chain such as themselves were realizing they had grown fat and happy with their success. Darion should have never rested on the laurels of his title, but strived to always better himself in every encounter. This would be his first lesson of his new training; when War had rent Lilim’s wings from her back, he would mount them above his desk as a reminder of how close he had once come to being outmatched. The pride he held within himself was so strong that even admitting that truth to himself in his mind left Darion’s chest feeling tight, his breath labored. He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the shame to wash over him. He would do better - be better - and would continue to deserve his title. Despite his meditation, he could feel his breath getting tighter and tighter, and felt the constriction start to expand until rather than only his chest, he began to feel as if his entire body was shrinking. The Horseman’s eyes blinked open again as he focused on Lilim, her strange hand movements drawing his attention. Darion could feel his bones crunching against themselves as she intently worked. He could feel her Ki rising, but could see no energy, and it was becoming difficult for him to think as he felt his brain being pressed upon by his own skull, and his body being crushed by the armor he wore. Was... was she doing this to him? Changing the air pressure to become concrete around his form? Darion gasped for air, his eyes bulging out of their sockets at the realization. He was being buried alive by the oxygen he breathed, and could think of no escape! “Allow me to punish you for taking your eyes off me!”He could not muster enough of a breath to make a sound save for the wheezing inhales, but in his mind he screamed at the top of his lungs, a mixture of fear and rage and disappointment in himself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~[Riki]~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In what felt like an instant, all three forms of the Horseman had been struck by the same attack from the little girl on the field. Her unrivaled, unrestricted power once again reared its ugly head as Ki blasts that felt like bombs detonated against their bodies. Their connected nervous systems were briefly in overload as all three of them registered the same amounts of pain. 1) The form who was in close combat with Lilim had felt the rising flow of Ki coming from the direction of the child, but was too focused on trying to escape Lilim’s concussive pressure to even look that way - let alone think of a potential defense for if it was coming for him as well. This, despite not being his fault, cost him. He took one blast to his kidney, causing him to feel green with nausea. The second blast caught the Horseman in the face, feeling his eyebrows burn and singe off, and leaving him feeling like he was breathing in pure ozone. The final blast hit him square in his back, causing the two extra arms he’d sprouted to slide back into his body as though they were hiding from the pain. Perhaps unluckily for the child, he had virtually no physical reaction. The pain had been immense, but he couldn’t even fall over due to how unwaveringly he was being held in place - the idea of crying out in pain or reacting to the spots that had been targeted wasn’t even something he was capable of doing. The pain mostly translated to further humiliation, as he drooled from his mouth as an automatic reaction to all the smoke and noxious fumes floating around his face. 2) Swordsman Darion, who had been the first to be hit (and also was hit at the closest range) had tumbled backward just from the concussive force of the attack, slamming into the ground up, muddied battlefield. His ribs felt bruised (and possibly cracked) from the energy bullets slamming against his armor. Somehow, thankfully, the armor itself hadn’t split - but if anything, he almost wished it had, because the Ki had been so powerful that it had dented the armor and was now causing secondary pain by pushing his ribcage against his heart and lungs. He stared up silently, unable to do anything, as the girl simply turned and began firing the same energy at his other forms. Whatever spawn had created that child needed to be burned in a cleansing fire, and she needed to be thrown into a black hole. That amount of destructive energy didn’t belong in the body of a prepubescent human... thing. As if hearing his thoughts, she spun around, looking down at him and blasting two more balls of energy. They landed - of course - and all he could do was whine weakly as a response. The Horseman of War, withered to weak groans as he rolled in the mud. What a terrible, unimaginable afternoon this had become. 3) He had finally managed to stop the form from fleeing in terror at what Cain had wrought upon him, and it turned out that his distractions from the battlefield were going to give him karmic justice. As he started to reapproach the fighting, three colossal blasts of energy caught him unawares in the worst way. One slammed into his shoulder from behind, causing the Horseman to spiral on his feet. Another caught him around his ankles, and when the Horseman lost his footing, he was flung into the air, practically horizontal. He didn’t float through the air for long; the third blast came from above, and hit him right in his center of mass, causing War to flop gracelessly into the muddy grass, losing all air from his lungs when his back slammed into the ground. He stared at the sky, blinking rapidly. He wasn’t even sure who had attacked him - all he knew was that he could feel the same pain from all three forms, so whoever had attacked him had been coordinated enough to injure all three of them at the same time. A flash of a brunette filled his mind, and he could tell it had come from the telekinetic connection the three of them shared. That girl - it was that girl that had done it to him. She would pay. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~[Dr Ghast]~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It finally felt like the Demon Queen had released her hold on Darion, but his muscles were so stiff that for a moment he still didn’t move. In that moment, where he was still out of reaction rather than being forced to, he saw a cloud of black fog drift from the skies in front of his face. The smoke shifted as though alive, and through the cloud, a voice could be heard: “So...” For a moment, the way the clouds shifted allowed Darion to see that the man in front of him was the masked figure, but his mask had been damaged... and underneath it, he could see-- “...are we tired, yet?”A cold glint of steel caught the eye of the Horseman, and he raised his arms in defense. However, his muscles were still stiff from fighting the gravitational effect of Lilim’s previous assault, and he was too slow to block anything. Swift slices cut at him, just barely avoiding his armor, and he began to feel blood dripping down his body in several locations. He immediately felt weakened, as though the sword had cut into his spirit rather than his flesh, and slowly lowered his arms as the figure spoke to him again. “If you would be so kind to not die too fast...”Die? The very thought made his heart race; sadly, this actually had the opposite effect, as his wounds began to flow faster. It meant that as his rage burned and he wanted to strike the ghostly interloper, his vitality was sapped at nearly the same rate. All Darion was left with in the moment was to stare daggers at the Scientist. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~[Tomoko]~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As blood dribbled from all the wounds the Scientist had given him, a whisper of winter swirled around him. The sudden cold snap was surprising, given Toffit’s typically perfect weather, and the Horseman looked around warily, expecting this to be some new machination designed to harm him. It was, as it turned out; he saw Kuroda near him, in her full womanly form once more. She was breathing, and her breath was like ice, slithering through the air with frigid intensity. Was she trying to cool herself off? Maybe the multi-form technique had led the Demoness to overheating and she was trying to get herself back into the fight. A quick look into her eyes did show a woman that had overexerted herself. However, if all she were doing was trying to cool her body, why could he feel the icy sting so close to himself? And besides, didn’t demons enjoy overheating? It seemed that the technique was also slowing his thought process, as he realized too late that she was targeting him with her ice breath. His already still stiff body became even more janky, and his joints were swollen from the pain. “What are you... what are you doing to me?” The words were almost asked to himself, rather than to Tomoko, but they were loud enough that she could hear him speak. There was at least a single upside that he could latch onto as he became trapped in her wintery prison: the cold air was helping his wounds from earlier to close up, and blood dripped slower down his form. It wasn’t much, but he had to take every win he possibly could get at this point, because the fight had pushed him to the backfoot at every stage of this encounter thus far. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~[All]~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Let’s go kill a God.”The words floated on the air around three forms of the Horseman of War. They teased his ears like a secret shared between lovers, and a cold shiver went up the spine of all three figures as they recognized simultaneously what was happening: Arael had reached the Chamber. Ur-Alcyonis was in danger. Where that second thought had come from, Darion couldn’t exactly be sure. He could think of no power - mortal or immortal - in that moment that could slay the Primeval. Still, terror locked his heart at the death of their leader, and his body moved instinctively to rush to the aid of Ur’Alcyonis. In a flash, two forms of Darion faded, leaving only faint, green shadows that floated back towards the one whom had sustained the least damage. The form that had fled Cain, that was alone amid the battlefield, felt the power from his separated identities crawl back inside him. A rush of energy flooded his veins like he hadn’t felt since the last time he had utilized multi-form, and it was so overwhelmingly positive that he almost could ignore the rising pain that ached his bones as all the pain he’d farmed out had come home to him. The rush of pain and pleasure was exhilarating, but he couldn’t allow himself to submerge himself in it. Ur was still in danger, and he was the only one that could help - that fool Varris was probably halfway to a different sector by that point, the spineless coward. He knew that even with his speed, flight might not be fast enough, so he waited until every aspect of his body had recombined before he brought two fingers to his forehead. Darion locked onto the power signature of the Primeval, the aura from the two Chambers allowing him to immediately identify the right person. An instant later, he was gone, and the Horseman of War opened his eyes to find himself in the Red Wing. However, something was wrong. He blinked in confusion, because what he was seeing had to be wrong. Who was this?
Actions: - Take All Attacks [Free]
- Reform into One [Free]
- IT + Flee [10% Ki]
- Flee
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Ki Used: 72.5% Ki Remaining: 73.5% The latest round of the Battle group will begin pending Sariel's latest post.
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Post by Nappa on Jan 13, 2024 0:33:35 GMT -5
The Chamber of Waking
| FF9933 | WC: 841 / Nappa: 16,006 / Goku: 9021 / 62,774
| The Chamber of Waking. As the group entered the runic doors, they would feel a soft breeze brush across their faces. Like the gentle hand of summer wind offering a moment of reprieve from the sweltering heat. Just as quickly, the caress faded to be replaced with the pleasant scent of an unknown origin. A childhood memory? The waft of a nearby bakery? It was everything, and yet, it was nothing. Such was the enigma that was the Fallen's secret chamber. To call it complicated would be an understatement, but what was known of the powers it held was the ability to transport a piece of ones consciousness into a mortal body. Either with, or without the mortal being even the slightest bit aware - it relied on the intention of the user. Clearly, the unchecked power of such a device was abused to the fault of the Celestial Empire. At a glance, nothing appeared to be amiss in the room. No guards stood stationed at the door and it appeared completely vacant besides the Fallen and her allies. Runes were inlaid on the ground and followed the short staircase that led to the center of the large chamber, where they would continue into a large, glowing circle. Dead center of the runic circle was a tall ivory throne. That same warm breeze floated through the air, gliding up towards the Throne, and the uniquely nostalgic scent of a rare delicacy the Primeval had tried on a world long since destroyed tickled his nostrils. It had been a long time since he’d been reminded of something he couldn’t have but desired. The feeling was almost quaint, as a being that had achieved things the Kais could only dream of. Arael’s brooding voice traveled up the staircase to the Throne which he had claimed for his stint while on Toffit. This is not right...The runes glowed with an even more intense pulse on the actual material of the throne. The room did not need a light source, as it was a light source in itself. "He's here..." the Celestial muttered under a breath. It would be of no consequence if the others did not hear her as they too would realize it. The white throne - the conduit that connected this whole room to the rest of the galaxy, was occupied by the form of a white haired man. Arael knew of him by many names despite this being her first time seeing him in person, the creature needed no introduction. Ur'Alcyonis.The Throne had served its purpose, and would soon become useless to him again, but he remained seated for a last few moments. In fact, he didn’t even immediately move at her words, instead letting them sit in the air dramatically. He glanced down at his clothes, the white robes draped perfectly over his body. The Usurper had chosen a good Vessel this time - the slender body type fit much better with a divine being such as he. It wasn’t built to sustain as much power as he was destined to carry, but for the moment, it pleased him. Finally, the Usurper rose from his alabaster seat and spun, the robe flappined majestically as he turned to stare down at the mortals beneath him. They truly thought there was some hope of defeating him. Luckily for this ragtag group, he had done all he needed to on Toffit. Even now, he could sense the shift in power within the Chamber; it was weakened, nearly emptied. It had been but a snack - a delightful snack, nonetheless - and he readied to move on to his next machinations. But still... Arael and her lackeys may have been but pets underfoot, but what sort of host did not entertain his guests? He readied to give them some level of distraction to appease them for climbing to the top of the mountain and meeting him. A weak, bloody cough. "Get me one good shot..." Arael whispered under her breath. An idea flashed across the Primeval’s thoughts: Varris. That weakling must have gotten himself nearly killed defending him. What a pathetic mongrel. He would do nicely, especially after the words Arael had murmured clued the Usurper into the ancient steel in Arael’s hands. He doubted the Colt could harm him at his current power scaling - but nobody of his might had ever been shot with the Colt. He eyed it for a moment neutrally. No... there was no need to test what that old revolver could do. Ur’Alcyonis lifted a single slender hand, paled from his time in the Chamber, and a single orb of translucent blue energy charged in his palm. Lazily, without speaking, Ur released the orb. It flew somewhat slowly, as though weighed down by its own density, towards the runic doors that kept the Chamber separate from the west of the Fortress. There was still one last job to be done. Everyone else was expendable. The Infiltration group have 24 hours to respond before a new round begins. |
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Post by Vegeta on Jan 14, 2024 19:15:09 GMT -5
| THAT'S the Guy Vegeta - 17 y/o
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Vegeta was quiet while Arael moved towards the door. He was no stranger to having the odds stacked against him, in fact he relished such situations, but he'd have been lying if he said the hype around their target didn't have him nervous. There was no question that among the group fighting outside the stronghold, there were a number of individuals with power that dwarfed his own, and yet not a single one of them had been considered capable of facing down the enemy.
Just before Arael pushed the door open, he glanced at the third remaining member of their group. "Hey, get your head in the game," he said forcefully, hoping to snap the woman's sudden quiet streak. "We need you." Glancing back to the door, he gave the celestial a nod, clenching his fists involuntarily.
With that, the door opened. Vegeta felt cool air wash over his face, and, a moment later, a scent that curiously reminded him of his childhood nanny's cooking filled his nostrils. He found himself taking a deep breath and longing for the old saiyan woman's motherly doting. Despite the circumstances, the memory brought a thin smile to his mouth.
The room was lit by soft, glowing runes that outlined a path and a set of stairs leading up to an ornate throne. In plain view, a man sat upon the chair, looking back at the would-be sneaks. Vegeta immediately felt naked, and found himself glancing around for cover that didn't exist. Grimacing, he stared back at the white-haired man.
Vegeta wasn't sure what he'd expected Ur'Alcyonis to look like, but the man looking back did not strike him as a god-like figure. He just looked like a man, albeit one with an air of aloof royalty that even his father didn't carry. Perhaps he did not look like a god, but the young saiyan could practically sense the aura of danger emitting from the man.
Ur'Alcyonis slowly descended the staircase, his expression neutral. If he gave any sign of surprise or fear, it was in the way he thoughtfully stared at Arael, and Vegeta thought, at the ancient weapon she carried. Even that looked to be little more than earnest curiosity. The saiyan gulped, and before he knew it he'd taken a half-step backwards.
Do not show weakness now.
Vegeta frowned, glancing to his sides. The voice he'd just heard didn't belong to either of his companions, and he hadn't seen the enemy's mouth move. He started to open his mouth, but he ended up just closing it again. While he searched for words, he saw Ur'Alcyonis silently raise his hand and let loose a globe of energy. It moved slowly, but steadily in their direction.
Move!
The saiyan didn't take time to question the voice again, leaping out of the way of the slow-moving, glowing orb. It struck the door his group had just passed through, leaving the entrance an impassable pile of rubble. The saiyan cursed to himself, hoping that if they somehow managed to pull off the impossible task before them, Arael would know another way out of the chamber. How poetic it would be, to kill a god but be trapped forever in its throne room.
Remember the plan.
Vegeta's eyes found Arael, her grip still tight on the Colt. He gulped again, remembering that his whole job was to create an opening for her shot. Her only shot. He turned his gaze up to Ur who was still quite far away.
"Okay woman, let's go!" Vegeta yelled to Ember. As he raced forward, the sound of his quick footsteps echoed around the chamber. He took the steps three at a time, quickly moving towards the enemy. "I hear that throne isn't yours. Let me show you the power of real royalty!" The saiyan leaped over the last dozen steps, rising into the air just a few feet higher than the target, and aimed a momentum fueled superman punch at the center of Ur's chest.
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Post by Goku on Jan 15, 2024 2:01:35 GMT -5
Death & Divinity
| 3994a0 | WC: 570 / 9,591 / 64,010 PASSIVES: 4k Charisma
| Sariel fell to one knee, the tip of her ebony blade digging into the scorched bare ground. Her hands rested on the hilt of the blade as she exhaled.
Channeling the power of the Horseman of Life was increasingly taxing to her inexperienced form. Fighting, hunting, leading - these were things she excelled at. But, commanding the power of Life? She was playing at a game beyond her league and her trial was now by fire to see if she would falter or succeed.
The sky erupted in fire as a blast came hurtling through the smokey air, aimed precisely for the former Warden’s position. The heat of the ki tingled against her skin and warned her of the incoming danger.
“Horseman!”
The call came out, followed by a warm touch of the shoulder. A wave of heated wind rushed over Sariel as the explosion met resistance and slivers of ki flew in all directions around her form and brushed against her clothes and areas of exposed skin. Sariel peered up to see the First Born standing in front of her, his dark robes fluttering in the wind as he held up a hand and blocked the flow of ki.
Rising to assist, the Horseman of Life braced Cain’s arm with her own and channeled her power through him. Rapidly the deadly ki dissipated, leaving the two standing amidst its chaotic after effects. The burned and singed ground, the smoldering scent of a small fire.
“You should be more careful. The fate of your people lay in your hands,” Cain said as he pulled away from the Celestial’s touch and glanced in her direction before turning his attention back to the battlefield. “You are a precious commodity.”
Suddenly, the atmosphere on the battlefield shifted. The smothering aura of War’s oppression lifted in an instant - it vanished. The dark fog lifted. What was a cause for rejoice felt more like a knife to the heart for the Horseman, as she instantly knew what it meant. As she glanced at Cain, it became obvious that he also became suddenly aware.
Darion had fled the battlefield. The Horseman of War had been recalled back to his Master. There would be only one reason for such an action.
“Arael is in trouble.” she gasped. Withdrawing the blade from the ground, Sariel turned her attention to Consecrated Fortress. Raising the dark blade to the sky, she began to rally her troops with a wave of dark steel.
“Horseman,” Cain interrupted. “We might be too late,” he added and raised his index finger in the direction of the castle beyond the crushed wall. A beam of blinding light burst through one of the domed ceilings and shot upward, piercing the sky. Scattered throughout the radiant field surrounding the beam were chunks of the fortress and chamber in which it originated. It was an awe inspiring display of destruction.
An audible gasp escaped the Celestial’s lips as her eyes lay witness to the event. She held a hope beyond hope that this event was caused by their success. The thought was immediately put to sleep as the ground rumbled with intensity, as if the Gods themselves had begun to shake the world.
“Something is coming. Something big. Horseman, rally your soldiers.”
The second of the domed roof tops began to crack and crumble in upon itself to give way to a monster.
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