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While Harenzo is presumably dazed from the light detonation, Baba sends her dark arms again to grab him and drag him away from Leshen and towards the group, kicking and screaming if need be, to administer the potion to him.
The Dawn Rider raises his spear again. Light shines down on every member of the group but Harenzo, refreshing their strength and adding light-based damage to their attacks.
The Masked Man stares for a little bit, his expression of not knowing what to think a pretty funny and unfitting one on the otherwise stoic boy's face.
"... no offense, but... are you a traveling circus or something?"
"Aw hell yeah." With a mighty battle cry, Reyna rolls and jumps off the ledge, performing another Jumping Charged Slash at the Ancient Leshen.
This time, her Great Sword finds purchase, embedding itself in the Ancient Leshen's shoulder. She uses the remainder of her momentum to swing herself down the length of the weapon and under the Ancient Leshen's arm, dragging the behemoth of a blade all the way with her, and vault back up onto it, her boots digging into its back as she grabs its antlers for stability, fully yanking out the Wyvern Ignition and sheathing it with her free hand.
Then she draws a hunting knife and just starts stabbing away, with a ferocity that seems to make the Revoltures panic and avoid pecking her to pieces (though her allies are not exempt from this, with Megan receiving quite a few small puncture wounds).
"GIVE! UP! AND! DIE! YOU! ASSHOLE! TREE! MOOSE! GET! OUT! OF! MY! WORLD!"
The Ancient Leshen, understandably incensed, roars again, then digs its arms into the ground, using the (by-now-infamous) "three expanding waves of roots" attack. Reyna briefly stops stabbing to brace herself against its body, keeping herself from being shoved off by the roots.
Fey Harenzo gets sent flying away, skidding to a stop in a three-point position. He starts to get up, but then seems to go into some kind of shock when the Ancient Leshen is mounted. His limbs tremble, his jaw goes slack.
Harenzo grab his chance and attempts to go for a finishing blow with his arm, intending to utterly destroy his Fey clone.
Get out of my mind !
Wendy, aware that she could hurt, Reyna, does not strike... from afar, this is. She yell, instead, run up to the Leshen while jumping far up, and attempts to strike him with Cut. She is not clinging, she's just slashing.
You leave Harenzo alone ! You leave everyone alone ! she says. I hate you !
Tokza herself nods at Baba Yaga and attempts to strike the Leshen, being much stronger than Wendy and capable of standing her ground. They are revitalized but Wendy is too driven to care.
Well, they are powerful nonetheless ! And mom, huh, my brother and his fiancée... and I, of course, did save the world ! From several mean jerks ! A king, first, then a conqueror, then my mad grandfather, and then a big dragon !
Her eyes waver for a moment.
And since then, we've been fighting against the dangerous foes of this place. It's fun... wait, not fun, it's unhealthy to like warfare.
Edited by Bolded1 on May 17th 2019 at 10:58:04 AM
Baba Yaga should finally be able to administer her potion now, hopefully finishing off the Ancient Leshen's already weakened grasp on Harenzo's mind. The Dawn Rider, in the meantime, seeing as Leshen's already under attack on two fronts, opts to help clean out the Jagras by tossing spears at them, each turning into a piercing ray of light as it's thrown.
"Hm, that's impressive.", he says, choosing not to mention that he destroyed the world as per his master's command.
Which reminds him of what he was thinking of.
Master Porky, with all due respect, it might be easier to come up with a reasonable explanation for the presence of the S-
Enough out of you! I am your master, your KING, and I gave you an order! Do I need to discipline you!?
The Masked Man flinches for a moment.
... No, Master Porky. I will obey.
Good, now get up and get moving! I want you to skim every corner of this place while we still can! And you will no longer question my orders! You will follow them until the very last one! Understand!?
For some reason, the Masked Man's eyes widen a little. He stops kneeling quickly after that though, standing back up.
Y... yes..., he says, after which he flies off, with Porky going the other direction.
Morgan may notice that the Masked Man spaces out for a few seconds there. Before it gets worrying though, he snaps back to attention and clears his throat.
"I suppose that's true if you let yourself go. There's probably no problem if you don't take it too far."
"I personally neither like or dislike warfare. I'm told what do to and I obey."
She does look worried but doesn't bring it up when he 'snaps out of it, folding her arms and allowing her book to float around her, as if it were in orbit.
T-true. Well, my parents said it'd be best if I were to remain away from warfare but... I can't really stand back while people fight, right ? I can use magic and it'd be cowardly not to intervene.
I don't think that fighting is something to enjoy. But at the same time, there are people who won't stop unless violence is deployed.
He briefly eyes the floating book, finding it interesting despite the fact that, with his PSI, he can probably do the same thing.
"If you're capable and not reckless, I don't think anyone will fault you for fighting for the right cause.", the Masked Man says. He shows a slight smile.
"You've got a good philosophy for a warrior."
Megan focuses through the pain, and rolled behind the leshen, just out of range of it's aura. She brought out her gun, and swapped in a fresh set of eight bullets. She decided to back off, and get a quick feel for the environment. Maybe there was something she could use to get an upper hand on the Leshen, once it fell — such as a boulder, or a nearly-fallen tree?
"Kick it's ass, Reyna!", she shouted in encouragement.
She loses her serious attitude and grins with joy.
Oh, thank you ! Y-yes, it's mature, right ? It's based off my current experiences, and the experiences of those around me too !
The Revoltures start pecking Wendy now, since she got close enough to land her Cut.
Three Jagras are pierced by the spears of Dawn and die. Three more attempt to bite the rider directly, while two stalk towards Megan, and a lone stray approaches Baba Yaga.
Reyna stops stabbing and keeps herself braced, as she knows what the Ancient Leshen will do next. Which it does.
It starts thrashing around, more violently and powerful than its body of tree bark suggested was possible, for a good long while. Thanks to Reyna bracing against it, she's not flung off, but anyone near it will be sent flying by its empowered claws.
Fey Harenzo gasps and attempts a last-ditch Psychic right before getting rammed out of Harenzo's head, granting him control again.
Harenzo fight it off and is brought back to his body, looking around in confusion. Spotting Wendy, in the process of getting cut up, he Teleports away and attempts to help her by surrounding her with a Reflect Screen, allowing her to fight on. She is sent flying, though she isn't harmed by the claws.
You don't mind if I get on the beatdown ? he says, before attempting to use a continuous Psybeam to try and wear down the Leshen. Wendy smiles at that, and prepares an Energy Ball. Tokza's pushed back and prepares a Flamethrower !
Edited by Bolded1 on May 17th 2019 at 1:12:23 PM
"Going by what you've told me, you and your family must've seen some real evil in that war to be as passionate as you are about fighting for the right reasons."
Well... I lost most of my memories, but my brother... well, he experimented bad things apparently. Huh, it's complicated though. However, we did lose important people during the war. Mom did, my brother did, and his fiancée did, so I want to make sure that they remain happy and safe. I only have second-hand account of what happened, so I cannot even fathom what they experienced, but...
Dawn fends off the Jagras much like Night did earlier, the horse trampling the beasts with its hooves while the rider stabs its lance at the surviving ones. However, they still receive several bites. The horse emits a whinny, but remains calm.
The lone Jagras targeting Baba finds itself the target of a whack on the head with her broom. If it connects, a small fir tree will then violently burst out of the ground under the beast to send it rocketing away.
He dispels the lightning on his sword, sheathing the handle again.
"An unfortunate reality of war. I lost my PSI teacher during the one in my world. My master didn't really dwell on it though."
I'm sorry for your loss... erm, do you know why he didn't dwell on it ? Is it too personal ?
"The opposite. My master isn't the sentimental kind.", he says as he starts putting his helmet back on.
"As for me, I could only await my next command as always."
Aw... that sound pretty sad. she says. But I'll respect your choices, it's rude to try to change people because you don't agree with them.
He finishes putting his helmet onto his head, and his visible eye looks pretty surprised at Morgan's response.
"Hm. Most of the people I've met here are more prejudiced against this than you are."
He rolls his right sleeve back down and puts on his glove.
"I rarely say this, but when I do, I mean it. I'm glad we talked."
She looks surprised and smiles slowly.
It was... nice to talk with you, too. You showed me some interesting stuff ! declares Morgan. I always try to strive to learn something each day, and thanks to you, I completed that quota !
"That's a good attitude to have, but remember that not all information is good information.", he says. He then expands his metal wings, which might surprise Morgan as well, seeing as the Masked Man hadn't mentioned them at all.
"I still have some things to think about myself, so I'll take my leave now. Goodbye."
And he starts flying up into the air.
W-what ?! Metal wings ?
At a loss of word, she just stares, slack-jawed.
As he's already too high up to respond, he can't really talk to her about his wings, so she's left to be awed by it as the Masked Man starts flying around, going in the direction of the Floating City.
"Well, that took my mind off of things for a little bit."
He looks troubled.
"Still... I wonder if there even is anyone who could relate to this..."
Megan slashed at one of the Jagras, and shot at the other two. Her aim was somewhat improved from her state of mind.
She got knocked backwards by the Leshen, but managed to land on her feet, badly bleeding as she was. She decided to just crouch down and see if it would clear up like it did in-game, and took a potshot or two at the Leshen's legs, her alchemical bullets leaving trails of hazy blue-gray smoke behind them.
"Hmmm... I wonder how everyone back at NLA is doing..." she mumbled to herself, as she sat biding her time.
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