Not-so-Magical Girl
Hub Centralis
Well everything looked to be going to hell. Or a bit worse really, Murasa's been to Old Hell and this looked a lot uglier as she moved towards the big church of Gor. She's been doing her best to help people get there along with her, smashing the occasional monster, but she's starting to run out of effective ways of doing that so she hopes they got something better for this there.
"C'mon, no pushing and no leaving anyone behind!" she encourages the civilians as they get closer.
"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."
Mutant Child
Hub Centralis, outside of the church
"I think we left them behind."
Luna, Simón and Nina are still skating around the city, fleeing from Felicity's fans.
It's just me, or the sky has been strange lately?
It has been strange since... Dunno, yesterday or something.
"Look at that light!"
The trio notices the light beacon.
How beautiful! What could it be?
Let's go to check.
They approach the church.
Makoto Yuku
Exotic Ventures
Aki
Aki sighs, before saying "Pieces of the gun devil, when large enough, are attracted to and may attract other pieces. They respond to them. Get enough pieces of the gun devil, and you might be able to have that part function like a weaker devil, and you might be able to make contracts with it for it to attack someone or to call upon it, for a price.. But it might also take over a body, and become a fiend if thats the case if it gets too close to any corpses..." He looks over, before saying "I'd rather not see it used unless in a dire emergency."
He readies himself for the new arm.
Near Astill
V1
V1 is quite damaged by this explosion, but resumes killing, the blood from other creatures restoring the integrity of its plating as it uses honest to god speedrun techniques to make its way over to Onyxis...
Nerv HQ, Agnes and NERV staff
The released Agnes and the guards with her are confronted by Gendo.
"Why. In the hell. Is the prisoner out of her cell. We already had one of the two run off! You know what those two did to us!"
Gendo moves to pull a gun, but the nerv staff, who agnes has revived and healed, Have other ideas, stepping in front of agnes and drawing their own weapons.
Agnes quickly says "Please, all of you, stop!" She looks to gendo, saying "I was not the one to attack this place. Someone with a grudge against my allies and I tricked you. But I know you don't trust me. Still, I can't stand by while people are dying. Hold a gun to my head if it makes you feel better, But I have to make sure your people are safe."
Gendo looks forwards, before saying "Fine. But if you try anything, or have these men mutiny, Your old cell will look like paradise."
Denji: At Hub centralis
Denji pulls his cord, changing into his hybrid form, yelling to the Nose mass "Hey, look over here, Nosy! You got something else to worry about!"
Mar, At hub centralis
Mar, having arrived in hub centralis, Gets to work on forming lines of defenses with everything possible, sending out troops to search for volunteers, weapons, fortification materials and ammunition, Offering volunteers as much training as he can before they're sent to reinforce the hub border, And generally is making a massive effort to make hub centralis more defended.
In Mar's mind, a voice echoes out. You know these people are likely fighting a battle they cannot win. You are wasting your time if you do not plan to retreat. And even then, where to? Death awaits these people. Why not offer them to me. I calculate that the projected casualties have a 99.999999% chance of remaining the same for our side, but you will be able to avenge them all...
Mar considers it, before his thoughts rebel against the voice. If these men are to die, they are to die with hope, or at least, the satisfaction they died fighting to their last breaths to defend their home and their families, and their lives. I'm not letting you have this. Not yet.
Nerv HQ
Shinji
Shinji exits his room in nerv, noticing rubble in the way to the rest of the facility, save for the EVA hangar. The only choice he has is to head there.
The crew are more than willing to Facilitate an Unschedueled EVA 01 Venture, as EVA 01 begins to be readied to be sent topside.
Hub centralis, Unknown Building. Makima
From a rather well defended military looking building, the sky is suddenly cloaked by a mass of various birds, spreading out around the hub and the arena as a whole. Eyes in the sky.
Makima, at a desk in an empty, giant meeting room... waiting for something. In other rooms, refugees are kept safe.
Skies over Hub Centralis, Gabriel
Gabriel looks down apon the chaos present in the arena. Now is the time for phillip to prove himself.
Church of Gor
Harrier Du Bois enters the Church, panting slightly. He seems to have sprinted here.
Edited by ReynTheLord on Oct 25th 2022 at 2:43:33 AM
A nightly dance of bleeding swords reminds me that I still live
Hi
Finally leaving the Mychars Hotel
Finished with their work, Melia and Nia give everyone in the hotel a farewell.
"If I did not know any better, I would say this day is cursed. All of you, try and stay safe."
Nia crosses her arms and smirks. "And if you start feelin any 'eadaches, go see a doctor."
And with that, the two of them make their way out the front door.
...
Only to be faced with the absolute chaos unfolding outside.
Hub Centralis
The distortion in the sky, the fly in your pie...
A mysterious individual nods to himself.
"THE CUM IN YOUR EYE."
"IT WAS A MISTAKE TO CUM HERE."
The Cumzone bursts through a completely random wall, arriving at the scene of the appearance of the skinned beasts and warp-spawn, ready to assist Tiktaq'to, preparing his miniminigun and revving up it in order to-
Player The Cumzone Left the game (Removed from match by system)
Hub Centralis
Arriving in time to assist Tiktaq'to and save a wide variety of people from dying horrible deaths, for real this time, is the rapidly rushing duo of Nia
◊ and Melia
◊.
This time, knowing full well she cannot afford to slack off, Melia holds World Ender in both hands and stamps it against the ground. Far above her, a huge elongated ball of erratic blue ether lightning barely holds itself together.
Meanwhile, Nia summons her Catalyst Scimitar... no, wait, her Anima Sword, and gives it a flick, droplets of water falling from the weapon.
"So... first time we've fought together for real. You take em out, I'll keep you safe. Sound like a plan?"
Melia nods. "But we cannot be reckless."
From Melia's body, ether begins to leak, a far more violent version of what was seen when she tried and failed to channel Mind Blast earlier. Her silhouette is drowned by the ether, making her look almost like some kind of thrashing tentacled monster made from green-blue light, at a glance.
The ball of ether above becomes stable, and with very little warning, begins to fire down huge bolts of ether akin to those of a telethia, though these are even more powerful. Each is night-unavoidable in speed, curving around buildings and bypassing defenses to attack its targets with life-eradicating ether. While indirect hits are certainly harmful with their dangerous electric properties, direct hits from these bolts will result in the unfortunate target being converted into ether, not simply annihilating them, but converting them into an entirely different format of reality, eradicating even the slightest imprint of the original entity.
There's a reason Telethia are so dangerous. It just so happens that Melia has taken on quite a few characteristics of that reasoning.
Bolt after bolt is unleashed in rapid succession, targeting mostly the strange and feline monstrosities emerging from out of reality.
... And, with the above in mind, Dinobeast might be big and scary, but Melia might even be scarier!
And it's something quite peculiar / Something shimmering and white.
Divine Burden
Eve nods at the picture. Yes, this is my hospital, but it's currently using several layers of barriers to ward off such entities, since plopping it underground would have been... well, I would have been able to teleport people into it, but it'd have been poor form of me to advertise an area such as this and then hide.
She shrugs. I haven't used the technology here as well. I had a... spat with Icarus, one I regret. Nonetheless, there might be key differences in those schematics, care for me to give them a closer look? We could work together to ensure that we get through this. She says, approaching.
That spat doesn't matter in face of such an harrowing threat to reality.
...
Elsewhere, other Eves are running around Hub Centralis, staying in the air and blasting at the beasties below. The Hospital's barriers stay very solid, their nature dangerous to the Warp Beasts, and the other Eves attempt to corral the survivors into it. Thanks to allies showing up, they're thankfully able to have an easier time running these.
And in the meantime, spatial rifts attempts to cut the beasts apart, showering the surroundings with their blood: Adam the elf is running around Hub Centralis, mighty Gram at his disposal. He doesn't focus on the evacuation, saving civilians when he can, yet prioritizing the slaughter of villains. Errors of nature! Every slice of mine is a correction!
He smiles a little, enjoying his slaughter, as Gram gorges itself upon the blood and nature of the Warp. Though it's unique metal and properties, it is able to ignore any corruption effect, but the Warp isn't easily understood: though it can "get" a god's power, the purple aura around it regularly change shapes and colors, as the sword struggles to get its sword brain around the odd and horrific powers of the reality.
One Eve notices Melia, Tiktaq'to and Nia's efforts and fly over to them, attempting to imbue them with Enhancement Magic, as a way to boost their, hm, everything kind of: power, speed, durability, stamina. She limits senses enhancements yet because that's a weird thing to get used to mid-fight. I'll handle the evacuations! Fight on, my friends! I'll be assisting you soon!
Some Eves float upwards and channel Barrier Magic, forming powerful magic walls for survivors to run into. They lead to the Hospital, where the real Eve finds herself thankful that she made the building so big! But still, she can't possibly host the entire city, so she's glad to see spaceships looking to evacuate the people above.
Adam is too far away to earn the boon: he attempts to get into the thick of things, slashing and goring and stabbing.
And elsewhere, in the EBGO, Thor stops, staring elsewhere.. and getting stunned by Rumia's beams, falling over in confusion. BEURGH?!
...
In the church, meanwhile, Azura runs forward, reaching for her pauldrons, which are also cauldrons, spitting out purple ethereal flames. Digging her hands into them, she pulls out raw magic, shaping it into two long, long thin purple medieval-looking sword. She spins them, then cast Enhancement Magic and leap into the fray.
Her movements challenge the human eye with their speed, as she attempts to cleanly slice Warp Abomination to bits. For those with spookier space abilities, she's able to imbue her long swords with Space Magic, although it's also a neat utility: when a civil is in her way, Azura slices through them, the sword intangible, then successfully slice a monster in half. Her size betrays her speed and grace, as the young woman rampages in front of the church, like a blooming whirlwind of death, dishing out painful gashes and cuts with every spin.
She fights like a trained warrior, wasting no movement. Every half second is a live lost, every instant one more Warp atrocity. Her magic swords never dulls as she practices her dance, aiming for blows to the neck, but, assuming these things to be... unbound by biology, a slice across the body. She also stomps with great strength, trying to break inhuman skulls with the effort it'd take for a normal human to pop a balloon.
She attempts crushing elbows drops, kicks, headbutts, whatever she needs to win: every civilian death motivates her, yet she doesn't lose her purposes, swinging her swords harder and faster instead, aiming for more precise spots, her footwork sharper and sharper whenever she hits the ground, her eyes seeing more flaws in their bodies, more hapless men and women about to become snacks, more innocents surrounded by enemies.
Tossing a sword at a villain, Azura uses Sight Magic to look for opportunities and people to save, diving in the way of attacks and deflecting them, if she can't block them with her own body. A process that doesn't let her walk away unscathed, but her body is tougher than any civilian, with nothing but a small amount of purple blood descending down from her wounded forehead. Behind me! Run for your lives to the church! Loki!
To think I'd be saving them! Loki claps his hands together, and trees sprout from the roofs of nearby houses. These wise trees do about as much as regular trees do in fights, which is a fancy way of denoting how useless they are, but they are magic. Old barks marked with runes sprout from nothing and die, but not before leaving a parting gift: their leaves.
Like Fall, these leaves scatter over the battlefield with fluidity and peacefulness to contrast all the chaos around them. They graze the civilians, a single leave falling over their right shoulder: broken bones are mended and so is flesh, as the civilians get renewed speed and durability, enduring blows that would have killed them earlier. And as for the beasts, the leaves land over them all the same, but they are drained of their power, left weaker, more bound to this world and its lethal whims.
Azura sees a leaf coming her way, but blows on it to direct it upon a man who would not have gotten his in time. Then, reaching into her shoulder, she forms a gnarled spear and thrust at a beast's skull, before swiping in front of her, attempting to kill several dozens monsters in a row.
Death and life are a cycle. But one can always speed it up.
The scared civilians see for themselves Loki and Azura fighting on their behalf, as the guards of the church step forward with great black shields, letting through survivors: they courageously stand tall against the few demons to get past Azura, attempting to repel them with spears of their own. One knight does switch things up, reaching into his robe and pulling out a fucking shotgun. He stares at it in confusion.
How could I use- he feels the Great Pope's hand on his shoulder, and he does remember years of training, upon his body and soul: with confidence, he aims over the shields to try to shoot the shit out of the monsters, face firm. Meteorika smirks.
I would be the owner of this building, what might be our business, gentlemen? The Cursed Spirit speaks, eyeing the robotic leader. We would greatly appreciate any aid.
Up above, meanwhile, the beacon of light floats down, slowly taking a different form, recognizable to only a scant few beings.
...
Luin
Or stays neutral for a moment, face frozen into a smile.
many would hail your bravery
so do we
many would let you live as a reward
not us
All is black for Luin for a moment, as a loud sound echoes around her... and she'll wake up in the swarm-infested Arena, wherever she was last.
Oh.
...
The divine light eventually settle for the shape of almighty Gor, the small being appearing floating in front of the crowd: few could decide to trust the horned, black-eyed, pale-skinned being floating above ground, arms spread to the side, glancing upon the crowd below with all three of its eyes.
It is aware, if uncaring, of that. Yet it does decides to, just for that moment, so much as care
Before soon, the area around the church grows normal, the stench of the Warp negated around it and the area it is located within: try as they might, the beasts of the Warp will die if they approach it, their beings pulverized by a sinister godly might, that which eclipses even the deities that hide within the twisted abominations in reality.
There's nothing to be quite ashamed of in that regard though, for Or is a mighty being, an ambitious one plotting to become the new God. And it either can't or won't solve the situation as a whole. For though it can overpower the Warp around it, it is not sure if the Arena's balancing problem won't cause it to fail in negating it elsewhere.
And to fail would be humiliating. So it won't even try, instead sticking to this demonstration of power. A blue sky hangs above the church, as all those in Gor's presence are illuminated by a bright sun.
It hovers above ground, eyes fixated on the horizon.
Then
Its eyes
move
And all of the church, the original believers, kneel.
WE ARE THAT WE ARE Gor speaks, voice very soft, yet clearly one that all gathered can hear clearly. It spreads its arms, now staring clearly at the crowd, not a sound occurring besides what it makes. THAT WHICH YOU HAD BEEN RIGHT TO WORSHIP AND PRAISE.
THOSE WHO FOLLOW US. THOSE WHO WILL FOLLOW US. WE ARE GOR
RISE, THAT WE FIX A GREAT MISTAKE IN CREATION
RISE, THAT YOU MIGHT REACH YOUR APEX
RISE, THAT ALL THOSE WHO TREAD THIS HOLY GROUND MAY DEVELOP THE WISDOM TO SPEAK OF THIS. THAT THEY MIGHT WHISPER IN FEAR OF THIS DAY.
It all is spoken quietly, but with effect, a slow reverb appearing in Gor's voice as it speaks, with the crowd enthusiastic for the most part: if there were any doubts of Gor's existence or power yet amongst them, it's faded away.
The God hangs in the air, basking in the praise, desperate people shouting for approval, or in joy, or simply in revenge, at the opportunity of getting back at the monsters. Those who are doubtful know to stay quiet, even to think quiet, before a fully fledged God.
...
Zelerie smiles as Oca warps, and she turns around to try to shove her ki blast in his face, blowing him away! Hahaha! I've grown better at this shit! She says, having predicted where he'd warp just off the split-second ki signature at her back. You care about her?! What?! She's your girlfriend?! Hah! I'll tear her apart before your eyes then!
The Saiyan laughs, and turn around. She's immediately greeted by a fist to the face, a few teeth flying out as she blasts off into the blue Tropique sky, flailing like a ragdoll. NGHGHHDFACEGAGE?!
I'm not anyone's girlfriend, you fat bitch! I'm Beet! And I'm going to kick your ass! Beet challenges, wrapped in her grey aura.
Edited by Bolded1 on Oct 26th 2022 at 8:20:08 PM
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
[PASIO]
He gets blowed away, skidding off the ground before hopping into the air.
Slow clap.
"You wanna handle her yourself, then?" he asks Beet.
/＼｡｡/＼
it's hunting season
Hub Centralis
The Noseman slowly grows an arm behind them whilst they are stomping Mark. The arm breathes in, then violently blows out fast moving blobs of snot at Denji. The viscosity is thick enough to slow them down in mucus sludge.
"Choo!Choo!Choo!Choo!Choo!"
This moment of distraction lets Mark launch his twin chains towards the newly formed arm which coils around. Allowing him to drag himself up the creature and begin wrestling control over it.
Pantheon
Green unintentionally tanks the mini-nuke head on. The nuke preeptively detonates atop her from the electric field as she's literally buried but she gets up whilst laughing heartily again the moment the dust settles and shakes her fist to the sky.
"GIVE ME SOMETHING MEATY TO BEAT THAT METAL EGG BOOMER IS THE PUSSYFOOTING OR WHATEVER HE SAID!!"
real
King of the Monsters
Winterhold
Cirno simply looks back at William and blinks once. Unlike Luna, she doesn't do much to comfort him, instead shifting about for a few seconds before speaking.
"Yes, it is," she says, with about as much tact as a charging bull.
Pantheon
Collector Samus's lauded reflexes, from years of adventuring and collecting (duh), kick in immediately. Deploying her nemesis's stolen wings, she takes to the sky right as the nuke goes off. But the right as part is important, because the blast singes her badly, marking the flesh of her right leg and arm as she careens off chaotically, pressured by the strong shockwave of the blast and the radioactive pain of her wounds.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK CUNT ON A STICK HEADSUCKING SON OF A RADIOACTIVE BITCH OW OW OW YOU BRAINLESS PIECE OF FUCKING SCUM"
She seems to be taking it well.
Onyxis
Rhea stares at the Hollow Knight, similarly not moving. This creature looks threatening.
After long enough without either one making a move, she walks right up to the Hollow Knight and gently prods it to see if it'll react.
Tom's Diner
Ursaluna groans again as he gets stabbed and shot up, but with his thick hide reinforced by even thicker peat, the visible damage is minimal.
As missiles head his way though, the bear decides he's had quite enough being the victim. He stands up and goes limp, arms drooping, with some of his musculature going away as he enters a speedier style of fighting.
AGILE STYLE
In a manner that is distinctly not bear-like, he sweeps his arms, hurling a barrage of stars at the missiles. The two barrages meet one another in a storm of explosions, with the smoke left in its wake quickly dispelled by more of the shooting stars, piercing through the smoke to try to batter away at Nitori.
Then, much more bear-like, he attempts to jump on the gunslinger that dared to jab him with that toothpick of a sword and attempts to just straight-up maul her with his mass, still imposing even after he dropped weight.
"*cough cough* My analysis is complete!" declares the floating elven face, speaking out loud and clear over the action. "This beast has control over the ground itself and will resist attacks of a similar nature or toxins. Don't even bother with electricity and phantasmal forces, but do use water, vegetal attacks, ice or martial arts to bring it down; these will wear it down quickly. But be aware, there is more to its rampage than bestial aggression. Without these odd creatures swarming around it, it wouldn't be this aggressive. I recommend figuring out their nature."
WORLDBREAKER'S WRATH
"Martial arts? Heh, look no further!" Masaru leaps into the air with a trail of flame behind his fist, then smashes the ground, dishing out such traumatic damage to the building that though he hit the floor, the roof collapses, the debris spontaneously converging upon the animal to spare the party.
"... That's no martial arts I've ever seen," notes the ranger, staring at the attack alongside his summon.
Oasis
Zenitsu shakes his head and follows after Blippi. "I think I'll just... sit this one out."
Lady Lilligant is consumed by the explosions, only to leap out of them seemingly unscathed. She shrieks a shrill war-cry, then leaps into the air and slams down foot-first, sending out a musical shockwave along the ground that can inflict real, severe physical damage on anyone it hits!
Sub-Zero leaps over the shockwave and throws an ice axe down at Lady Lilligant.
Edited by KiriK on Oct 25th 2022 at 8:11:02 AM
"He's gearing up for war."
Hi
Onyxis
The Hollow Knight allows itself to be touched without flinching, not comprehending in the least that this is a sign that it is supposed to react. Normally, the prying hands of a random stranger are something they are intended to entirely ignore.
In a perhaps fortunate turn of time's hand, The Hollow Knight, still burdened by what it believes to be its purpose in this place, steps away from Rhea, and emerges from the shadow of the ruined building and into the light of the sun.
Nothing about this sunlight is what it expects. That is the first thing that tells them something is wrong. Her light is blinding even to the soul, filled with Her will and Her incandescent hatred. This light is... pleasant, warm, perhaps a little dry and faintly unfamiliar.
But it knows no other explanation for light like this. Nail in their one hand, The Hollow Knight displays their intent, flourishing the weapon towards the sun in the sky, granting it a challenge as befits a knight.
...A challenge the sun, obviously enough, does not accept.
It holds its pose, expecting the great big ball of light in the sky to grow a pair of wings and appear before them at any moment. The sunlight in their eyes does not sting, even as they stare directly at its source.
The void, after all, is devoid of temperature. Though dark in color, it cannot absorb the heat of the sun- instead, it repels it.
...And, of course, nothing happens. In fact, nothing continues to happen, and will continue to happen, until something about this scenario changes.
And it's something quite peculiar / Something shimmering and white.
Makoto Yuku
Tom's Rubble
"Told ya, Masaru's got some tricks up his sleeves. Now, it's my time to shine."
Sundown moves away from the Bearlike pokemon, Readying his revolver.
"Cover me, will ya? I need to focus."
The Gunslinger aims his gun, staring the creature down.
Hurricane, Turn 1/2
Church of Gor
Harrier stares in silence, but his mind has an internal discussion.
Rhetoric: A God? How can he prove this? He might be mighty, but almighty? Logic: What is happening what is happening... Necktie: Ooooh Looks like theres some so called "God here. you should punch him. Punching a god in the face would feel great"
Authority: Do not. He has more authority than any of you. Volition: Calm down, all of you. This is an extrordinary circumstance. Drama: The Crownheads doth protest too much.
Harriers mental atributes argue wildly...
VS Nose Man
Denji, being slowed down by the mucus, yells out "Hey, I just washed this!" He then realized "But I was going to have to wash this anyways. Bloodstains are always such a pain in the ass to clean out!" he detaches the chains from his arm saws, and, with them, makes an attempt to also grapple onto the nosey boi as well, trying to pull himself over.
A nightly dance of bleeding swords reminds me that I still live
Divine Burden
Malenia is grabbed for once, though her flesh and bones hold to Grimgor's raw strength. However, she's still effectively stuck in place, and seem largely helpless as Grimgor headsbutt her, shattering her golden helmet whole. She throws her head back, screaming for once, but then decides to not let that stop her, a new focus being found in her golden, blood-soaked eyes from the fountain of hemoglobin spurting from her forehead.
Grimgor want things to go by his book.
Fine.
Malenia pounces back and attempts to headbutt Grimgor back, a classic maneuver, but she also score a bold try on a biting attack, trying to bite the big green mean man's tongue and rip it off by throwing her head back.
You talk too much! She yells, attempting to gouge his eyes out with her free arm. If she does manage to, she then begins to grip at his orbit, as if she's trying to rip his skull out of his head!
Edited by Bolded1 on Oct 25th 2022 at 3:32:33 PM
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
Mutant Child
Lourent: Vs. Lilligant
Up!
Ulala leaps to avoid the shockwave.
Down!
She points her blaster at Lilligant...
Chu! Chu!
And then shots twice at her!
Meanwhile, Blippi keeps on recording the fight.
Can you help me to record this?
Church of Gor
When the trio entered into the church, they were greeted by the blue sky and the echoing voice of Gor.
"The special effects of the Luna Park are nothing in comparation."
What kind of sinister ritual is this?
Luna's pendant begins to glow, and she hears again that voice:
Luna, your pendant ______ such incredible power! ______ Don't ever think about leave it!
A flurry of images from her past life pass quickly in front of her eyes, ending with an eclipse.
After that, Luna puts her hands on her chest, holding the eclipse pendant.
Warp Centralis
New challengers approaching!
Center
From within the sewers, Gregoria
◊ and the Insect Ladies got out to fight against the creatures!
...
North
From the air, the People's Barrier (Susana
◊, Tatiana
◊, Paty
◊ and Kurara) notice the warp, and descends to the ground to help!
...
South
And so does Magical Bely and Super Beto, opening their way with energy and magic blasts!
...
West
From the CAH peninsula (Onyxis), the "Explora Colores"
◊ guild (Maxi, Lulú, Tito and Pili) arrived to help to stop the distortions and the creatures.
Edited by BombonBombin on Oct 25th 2022 at 10:32:18 AM
the Enemy
SOLOPOST: Reality Fucking
(Featuring: Ungthar, Luin, Cittufeni)
In Astil, Ungthar was fighting on mother nature’s behalf.
He fired arrow after arrow at the beasts, but found no success. And his other weaponry was down below on the ground, where the creatures roamed. One such fleshbeast howled and rammed the tree upon which he was perched, the oak cracking and roaring as the tree fell to the ground. By the time it made contact, Ungthar was already gone, having jumped to another, and another, fleeing the scene. In his head, he prayed for Paige’s quick return, and hopefully with her, some mechanical aid.
He leapt and leapt, clambering through the swamplands, until he came upon a besieged city. The nine foot apeman had no time to spare and, despite typically avoiding interacting with the outside world, this was no typical situation.
He climbed up to the top of the tallest tree in the vicinity and, with a mighty bound, leaped from it, flying over the wall and landing with a thud within the grounds of the city, huffing and groaning as he held the clearly broken arm that he had landed on.
In Tropique, Luin was defending what belonged to her.
As she battled the endless waves of creatures, cleaving the head of one with her Chargeblade only for two more beasts to rush her, she looked to Lutemis, who was handling things much better. The Rathian was in the air, scorching and incinerating the beasts on the ground, and the moment any dared to challenge her dominion over the sky, she knocked them back down to earth with not a moment of hesitation and not an ounce of mercy.
To Luin’s left, Quill gracefully danced through the hordes of enemies, as it took each one a moment to realize that the Nargacuga had only just cut their throats open with but a flash of silver. He moved through the horde with ease in a deadly ballet, bisecting, mutilating, or eviscerating those who came too near.
And, as always, Plaguewalker was dealing with his enemies in a much less gracious way, smashing and crushing the heads of those who even dared to think to approach him with his wingarms. The Gore Magala fired blasts of hot purple concentrated Frenzy flakes (part of a balanced breakfast) at the beasts, blowing them apart without a second thought.
In Onyxis, Grandnova was fighting for the common people…And money.
Mostly money.
There were hundreds Lesser Infantry Bots on the ground, firing at the golems as they allowed civilians to run to the safety of the dozens of large dropships, each one taking off when it got full and being replaced by another. Still, the Lesser Infantry bots were just that: Lesser infantry. For each golem destroyed, there were about fifteen bots shattered and broken beyond repair. In spite of their numerous losses, however, more were quickly 3D-printed at the flying, circular soacecraft high above the clouds of Onyxis that served as the headquarters for the division of Grandnova that focused specifically on the icy continent. As soon as a new batch of them were printed, they were sent down in fifty by twenty foot boxes, the batches activating and escaping the boxes at the moment that they touched down.
But as things began to look grim for the lesser infantry, from above arrived a heavily muscled man draped in black and bright blue colored clothing, slamming into the ground and producing a crater as he landed. He got to work, beating away at the golems with naught but his hands, ripping apart the constructs as he fought, moving from zone to zone like a bolt of lightning.
This man was Cittufeni, the product of the greatest minds in the Arena (that me and Kirik own, at least) sent here to protect the civilians of Onyxis from this invasion.
Meanwhile, speeding through the skies towards the HQ is the Liset, with a very important Tenno on board.
'Nonetheless I will grant thy prayer,' said Sauron; 'and thou shalt be set free of my service.' Then he put him cruelly to death.
the Enemy
Bu, Lone Centurion, Skull Squadron, Arad
LEANTIDE 💜💜💜
Bu grunted as the kick made him stumble back a moment, rolling to the side as the claw began to come down and leaping back up into battling position, though heard her out.
"Talk of peace, from the woman who tried to stab me not a moment ago!" He countered, yet still looked behind him at the Crustaceans, struggling in vain against the Fimir. "Hah! I could care less about those clickers." This was true, the man dropping a C-word with the hard R against the crustaceans. Even still…He couldn’t help but feel as though if he preserved the lives of some of them, he may be able to move up the ranks…
"Fine. But hear my words, wench, as soon as we deal with this I do not plan on letting our battle go unconcluded." He offered a brief alliance between the two, sticking a flaming hand out for a shake to seal it.
Meanwhile, the Lone Centurion had not even a single thought of forgiveness in his head as he eyed Rotgut with hatred brimming in his spirit. He tightened the strap on his shield, looking to the Aristocrat with a very quick, almost missable look of gratitude, looking back at Rotgut. Finally, the man spoke.
"Did you ask for the names of my brothers, before you slaughtered them? You'll get nothing from me. No name…No honor…" He panted, his body broken and beaten but his soul on fire. "…No mercy." He finished, before charging forwards towards his death with a yell of pure malice.
——
Group 2
The scream of Laxin was joined by that of four of the Skull Squadders, blood running from their ear canals as they suffered great damage, unable to act under such pain.
The only one of the team who could was their leader, and the closest to Laxin. He had been built different from the rest, his genes altered and perfected as well as trained and pushed harder. And now, even in middle age, he pushed through. Frank reached into his pocket, extracting a syringe with a red liquid within. When he was younger he could use it much more liberally, but now, as an older man than he was before…
Still, Laxin was temporarily incapacitated. Frank didn’t know if they’d ever get a chance like this again. Taking a deep breath to steel his nerves, he stabbed the needle into his leg and injected the liquid, the Rage flowing and coursing throughout his bloodstream as his skin took on a red, metallic tinge. Red lightning coursed across his body, and leaning back, he emitted a primal scream of his own, a mixture of pain and absolute, unadulterated hatred. The next moment, he leapt towards Laxin, attempting to beat away at the Sith Lord with nothing but his bare fists, his own strength heightened as a result of the temporary power up.
Arad loves blood mmmmm slurp slurp slurp
As the crimson lifeforce is flung from the enemy and onto the Excalibur Umbra, it solidifies, becoming one with the flesh from which the Warframe is made, until finally the steeled skin is able to regrow and recover the exposed wounds, bringing Arad back to normal.
When the reached the cafeteria, he took a seat, placing his legs up on a table and leaning back in a seat and allowing himself a moment of rest. As the Metroid appears he does nothing to it, simply watching the woman in the room deal with it. She seems to have things covered here.
Edited by ISZATSO on Oct 25th 2022 at 8:30:46 AM
'Nonetheless I will grant thy prayer,' said Sauron; 'and thou shalt be set free of my service.' Then he put him cruelly to death.
the Enemy
Marlington
In the forest, the Predator screeched and roared as Caulimón cut into it, making the alien's words far, far worse.
Even still it demanded blood, attempting to punch the wolf in the jaw and throw him into a tree. If that was successful, the gravely injured hunter would turn to Apple-Chan, leaping towards her with a howl, its hand’s outstretched and ready to rip her throat out. One of the two would die here, and what the girl did next would decide who.
In the building, Sarah's blades plunged into the vampire, leaving him standing with blood pouring from his mouth.
Though his regenerative energy was gone, he was still a vampire and built different, and as such was able to slowly, very slowly approach Rumia, desperate for more blood to bring him back from his near death state. Just a few more steps, just a few more steps, just a few more-
The bullets shredded his flesh without mercy, the vampire dropping to the ground, crumpled.
"May the Count of Christmas drain your meager shells of their blood…" With one last hiss, he grew still, his skin burning away as only two things remained: His sword, a serrated blade with the ability to draw in blood that it then converted into energy for the wielder, and his cloak, a shadow without substance that still covered the wearer's body and allowed them not only teleportation, but the ability to summon forth and control pesty little bats in the wearer's place.
"Finally. The FOOL has fallen to the superior vampire. Let it be a warning to all!" The man panted, obviously referring to himself in spite of the fact that he did jack shit.
FOOL Count: 14
Jason picked up.
Catching on to the duo's tricks, he changes course of the chainsaw halfway through for Blackbeard's neck, but just before he can reach anything vital, his own head is taken by the Giant Bunny, wielding the man's very own weapon. It falls to the ground with an unflattering plop, the rest of his body following shortly after as his chainsaw falls to the ground as a potential souvenir.
"Ack! Fuck…You!" Seresthene shouted as her foot was split as she fell backwards, Xarrons voice speaking to her from within her own mind.
"Well now, that's no way to talk to the woman who just saved your life, is it?"
"And fuck you, too!"
Xarron sighed. "Your hospitality is duly noted." As tbe voice fades away again, Seresthene's chains began to grow white as she used the first ability she had earned in this new land, whipping the strengthened bonds forwards at the pale man and forcing his limbs to his side, leaving him defenseless before the draconic heads.
"Hurry it up!" She grunted at the Falls, despite it having been less than a moment since she had actually begun to keep the man in place.
In the spaceship, the Xenomorph clicks as Bulublú's magic attacks further the extent of its injuries, causing large chunks of the black carapace to fall from its body and reveal the tarry black flesh beneath.
It runs towards the entrance of the spaceship, where a woman clad in similar armor as the man has just entered. The Xenomorph tackles her and its inner jaw shoots out, punching tbrough her helmet, but before it can gravely wound her its head falls from its shoulders, cleaved by Adam's slice.
"We are. I am Paladin Danse of the Brotherhood of Steel, and we've come to this town to investigate disturbances and rumors. I…Never believed that something like this would happen. We're just lucky that such a horrid creature is now finally out of our lives forever. None of us will ever see something like it again. Never ever. Ever." The armored man answered Bulublú, but Captain Claus couldn't seem to care less about the man or his business here.
"That's our part in this shitshow done-Come on. We gotta head back to Town Square, I don't know how much time there is left."
THREE JACK O LANTERN LIGHTS HAVE BEEN BLOWN OUT.
Edited by ISZATSO on Oct 25th 2022 at 9:52:05 AM
'Nonetheless I will grant thy prayer,' said Sauron; 'and thou shalt be set free of my service.' Then he put him cruelly to death.
it's hunting season
The Noseman smells another set of chains coming and sniffs the incoming chainsaw into its own arm, routing them elsewhere to suddenly shoot out towards Mark in a splash of blood. It forces him upwards and to extend his chains out whilst the thing drags Denji in to sneeze punch.
Mark recoils and kicks down with momentum, but immediately slips off alongside his chains as the Noseman is hard to grab with a runny nose.
real
Makoto Yuku
Versus The Running Nose
Denji is quite surprised by this, but somewhat keeps his "cool", trying to make a passing slash at the runny nose if possible with a leg chainsaw. He also yells out to mark "Sorry about that, but this might just work out!!"
Overhead, A bird watches,
Makima
Makima freezes up. She actually remembers this one, finally. The one who cut her down, finally. The one who behind it all hid the chainsaw in his heart.
She actually finally cares enough to recall his face, or his scent, at least, from the bird's perspective.
She seems to be... honestly confused. Her chance at claiming the chainsaw is right here, but... what if her path was in error. What if her seeking to destroy death, famine, and war or to be destroyed was, admittedly, a bad idea. What if her fanaticism to the chainsaw was... wrong. Unecessary. What if her actions, her abuse... were unnecessary. Maybe they were.
Makima, once again, experiences this new sense of doubt.
She begins performing some deep breathing.
Other eyes in the sky pick up signs once again of Quanxi... and a few rats and other small lifeforms inside exotic ventures pick up another potential source of guilt. Aki.
She wonders what path she should be on.
But for now, makima has something else to prepare for.
Edited by ReynTheLord on Oct 25th 2022 at 11:55:45 AM
A nightly dance of bleeding swords reminds me that I still live
Mutant Child
Marlington
Forest
Caulimón got punched so hard, he fell on a treetop, unconscious.
It seems like it's all up to Apple-chan now.
Lake
As Jason's head falls on the ground, the giant Bunny chuckles
If you mess with the bun, you'll meet your doom.
He nods at Blackbeard: You can keep the chainsaw. See ya at the town square.
How are doing my friends?
Spaceship
Thanks for your help. I hope the same, too.
Bulublú addresses Claus: Let's get back. I hope my friends are fine.
Not-so-Magical Girl
Gor moment
A shambling beast tried to approach Azura only to get flattened by a high speed anchor as Murasa landed by her. "Hey there! I was hoping my visit here would have been in better circumstances but life is cruel sometimes." she said, trying to lighten the situation. She gets ready to join the others in the fight, despite feeling pretty worn out from her trip here. Which is when Gor shows their ugly mug ahem, face and goes sicko mode on the beasts.
"That's one hell of an entrance." Murasa mutters to herself, pretty obviously impressed. She decides to take a breather for now, leaning on her anchor.
Funny Fairies in Winterhold
Luna Child glares at Cirno's lack of tact but sighs.
"A bit yeah, it's fine though." she reassures him.
BEAR in Tom's Diner
Nitori wasn't expecting a big bear to have danmaku, so she ends up covering her mech's front with its sturdier claws, the star projectiles loudly pinging off of them. This leaves some scratches on the armor as Nitori returns the mech to a normal stance."Grr, watch the finish! Didn't know you were some youkai beast." Nitori grumbles through the speakers. She decides to let Masaru do his thing first before hitting another button. This time she starts... inflating what looks like a harmless balloon at first until its half the size of her mech, using the water cannons inside the palms of its claws. Then she uses a chain attached to swing it around like a hammer toss before throwing it at Ursaluna. At impact Ursaluna would realize it's a lot tougher than an actual rubber balloon, hitting it hard before exploding like a high pressure water bomb.
Marlington
Rumia watches the vampire approaching, ready to slice at him with her scythe. Then he finally crumples over, dead for real. She blinks, a bit surprised but not complaining. She looks at his belongings, the sword looked meh to her, scythes are cooler! The cloak though... she walked up to it and picked it up, staring at it. It felt oddly... familiar, as if it belonged with her. She puts it on, though not fully covering herself with it, before twirling around to admire herself. She had to take off her normal cape to put it on but she thinks it looks cooler."Hehe, I'm taking this since he doesn't need it~." she said. She ignored the other vampire's showboating, too focused on the LOOT. Though if the others end up leaving to go back to the square she'll follow them.
EV Office bunker mode
"Ah, how interesting. They also built our current residence, which I will probably return to soon once Lady Flandre and Rumia finish their business at the grand opening." Daiakuma comments. She's curious about Eve's 'spat' with Icarus but figures that's too personal to ask about.
Edited by shroobot3000 on Oct 26th 2022 at 7:01:22 PM
"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."
Luctor et emergo, lux et veritas, pactum serva..
The Greentide: Cataclysm FEAT MALENIA AND CORVA-MAHKE
A nightmare for all sides as the warp energies waged on from the portal. Nakai was currently caught against the aberration, before he hatched a genuine idea. As the creature's bladed arm came in to strike, he used his maul to strike the elbow upwards, the force causing the creature's already mangled arm to violently snap to the side, as the daemon held it's arm in shock. With that Nakai took his chance and lunged forward, biting down onto the chest of the screeching daemon. He held the other arm of the abomination and snapped it clean in two, the bone from the forearm stabbing and lodging itself in the bicep. The daemon then suddenly felt it's chest lose purchase of it's body, and expired on the spot, turning back into the sludge of skin and teeth it had been prior. Nakai spat it out, and roared to the heavens before charging at the portal.
Grimgor was excited to hear her scream, though when she came back for a headbutt the only rebuttal she recieved in turn was another headbutt. The two started to madly thrash again one another, as when she went to bite him him he Instinctively clamped his jaws around her face. He lost purchase of her arms as she tried to pull his skull from his own head, which in turn caused him to bite down harder and begin to punch her sides with extreme prejudice. However to one of Da Immortulz, the scene seemed so... Odd.
"Uh... Boss? When ya two are uhhh... Done... Da warp is gettin' out of control..."
Of Course Grimgor didn't respond, as he and Malenia were busy trying to out mangle the other.
"It's... Kinda a big deal bozz... Stop bein into dis itz weird!"
Da Green Prophet felt the uppercut and was flung back, landing with a hard oomph as he tried to get up, only to see the woman coming in to try and do more damage to his gut. He at first though she was trying to make a comment on him being fat, but as he looked down he realized that couldn't have been it. She was just trying to rupture his organs. He growled and took out a doll, grimacing as he suddenly put a pin into its leg and the ground. And soon Corva felt herself stuck in place, and could see a massive spectral thumbtack straight through her leg. She didn't feel any sharp pain or any shifting muscle or bone, just an utter inability to move that leg. As Wurrzag began to stand up, he spoke up wheezing, holding his hand out as if to pause her from speaking, as he grabbed his back and looked back to her through the wooden mask.
"Alright... Umie iz a mage until da opponent iz a mage. Nex' fing ya know she's a witch ninja... Look, you an yer gal pal are in da way of the krumping, an' I know ya ain't one fer visions but I know watz bound to happen... And watz boun' to happen is wez should be readyin another plan. Obviously ya don't want to die, so maybe datz Gork n Mork tellin me to keep ya livin."
Unfortunately Makhe was not against the more rationale types of Greenskin. As soon as she picked up the gun after stabbing dat Kruleboy through the back, their battle tactics changed. A smoke bomb was thrown down in her location, a blue mist rising up that tried to obscure her vision. She would hear the rustling of chains as soon the snickering of Gobbos was heard, and though if she blindly fired she'd hit several of the massive brutes encroaching on her position, the rest were too far below her line of sight. Several goblins descended upon her, trying to cut at her heel and calves with sharp blades, while she could hear another one coming with some heavy object swinging around towards her knees.
The Hub was meanwhile, still under siege. And as it gree more obvious of these creatures extra dimensional properties, the paradox of people becoming more prepared for their irrational movements. But that didn't mean they were safe from the horde. Strange apparitions started to appear in the sky, looking like sheet wrapped spectres as they howled in the skies of Centralis. This ghostly howling combined with the endless horde of mutated man and beast, and otherworldly phantoms, as the swirling sky became nothing more then a sea of faces screaming in anguish, envy, and wrath. As the defenses grew so too did the appearance of more intelligent combatants. Nia and Melia at first seemed to be doing very effective against the many warp predators, their combines strikes able to mitigate their spatial manipulation, and with their forms being converted to ether nothing could return to the warp, making confronting the two a dangerous hassle. Flakes of ether danced around them like embers from a wildfire. And then Nia felt it, the earth closing around her feet, locking her in place, as soon those same spiny creatures began to descend upon her, never landing a final killing blow but lacerating her with surgical precision. And if Melia turned to face her ally, she would suddenly feel a ball of hard carapace the size of a bull suddenly roll into her in a hit and run, before trying to roll back onto her, as a dozen ink drawn eyes stared down at her from the in between crevices of the abomination's armor.
The Defenders of Gor were suddenly set up on by a new wave of enemies. Though their defenses of brute strength, incredible agility, and ingenious use of their magical environment staved off the mindless beast, and gor's defenses kept any from piercing the veil and entering the church... It wasn't over. Azura heard a gunshot to her left, and saw what appeared to be a refugee... With a knife in their hand, poised as if to strike. Several more gunshots came from behind her, and soon she saw Simon with a hand-cannon shooting away at more people seemingly coming into attack the people defending the entryway.
"Yep! Had a gun! Just in case anything happened! But I'd rather give away my trump card now before I lose my employer!"
Of course none of these people could make it past the door itself due to Gor's presence, but now there was a whole host of civilians now firing onto it's defenders, while a figure stands up from atop a fallen heavy transport. They resembled a gaunt man with shoulders far too muscular and wide to have reasonably fit on such a frame, with incredibly small eyes and nose, and a massive set of ears and a gaping maw. Their skin was translucent, showing a dark nothingness in the form of a wirey skeleton. It laughed as more people gathered behind it, improvised or stolen weapons in hand as it pointed up to Gabriel, and then to Gor. Then it spoke in a manner ghoulish and ecstatic, with the bravado of a death metal vocalist.
"So where's your savior tonight?! As angels fall from the sky, don't you know their idle hands let me inside? WHERE I CANNOT BE CRUCIFIIIIIIIIEEEEEED!"
As the strange figure screamed this out, the forces seemed to grow into a frenzy, crashing into all sides in a fury of possessed limbs and infernal claws. Flying furies descended onto the Eve clones, as Tiktaq'to was able to bring the survivors he sweeped up behind their wall barricade. He immediately went to join the fight again, before seeing a group of survivors run past Adam screaming, as descending upon them was a all too familiar sight. A pod of creatures shrouded with membraneous wings and possessing three-lobed eyes, their heads little more than a vast slavering maw of teeth. Their tais consists of a cluster of barbed tentacles. The horrific sight of this beast alone seemed to be enough to drive men insane, as if it was a flying incognito hazard. One slammed itself toward Adam maw first, as dozens of skeletal fingers came out to try and hold his arms in place as it dragged him closer to the rotating, glistening maw of fangs. Tiktaq'to quickly moved in to intercept the others, flying into their field of view to cause the abominations to follow his lead instead. Tiktaq'to might have been a skink, but he had spent so much time in the air with Zwuup that he was just as attuned to flight as any creature born with wings. He quickly swerved his Terradon into between the massive structures of the Centralis, watching as they crashed into the sky scrapers or bridges that connected the two.
Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Oct 26th 2022 at 3:39:20 AM
Awawa
Divine Burden
Azura smiles at Murasa and Simon's assistance, nodding to both. Thank you, my friends! She then focus on the distressing sight of the brainwashed masses coming at them: she glowers hatefully at their leader, although their bullets are fended off for now: the shields of the knights hold firm, and the projectiles passing by Gor are simply undone.
Speaking of Gor, it doesn't glance at him. It doesn't glance at anyone, in fact. Only powerless side-characters that it wants to rile up to fight for it. But to its disappointment, too few of them are up to its standards: most are cowering now, terrified of the more intelligent and devious enemies ahead. And though it could keep them at bay, it doesn't want to. It wouldn't even have done so even if there had been no challenges from the Warp.
But emotions are foreign to Gor, so it keeps smiling calmly, eerily, ignoring it all.
WE TOLD YOU THAT YOU WOULD FIX A GREAT MISTAKE IN NATURE
WE ARE NO DECEPTIVE DEITY OUT OF REACH
HURLING YOU ACROSS VAST SWATHES OF EMPTY LAND TO FIGHT ON BEHALF OF EMISSARIES AND MORTAL INTERESTS
YOU WILL FIX THIS MISTAKE
AND KILL THEM ALL.
From within the crowd, Evelyn the demon-infested smiles, and she holds her arms out, applying her powers to the whole crowd around her. Rage seep deep within their souls, crimson ambers of wrath, the familiar fire within every soldier's heart, convincing them to salt the earth and burn down houses with hapless families in them. La colère infect the crowd, turning fear into outraged anger. The effect cannot be so easily controlled usually, but that is without Gor's intervention: by its presence, at least some people will be spared from divine wrath.
Their anger makes them better foes, not fighters. Their speed, strength and rage are increased greatly, but their flesh becomes weaker, and their focus too dim for them to notice so. But yet, the church knows better than to sacrifice the flock it wants to seduce: By Loki's will, scattered leaves hit the frenzied survivors, a great mass of huddled souls, as numerous as the crowd still shooting at them. By his blessing, their skin becomes akin to a superhuman's.
Loki says nothing afterwards, face oddly focused, eyes dilated, desperately avoiding eye contact with Gor as it points down. There's a warm light, and all within will be blessed with a white aura, further enhancing their heightened powers, a necessary gambit, when they're about to battle Warp beasts. But some special ones might also receive boons: they might see their flaws discarded, or be granted enhanced weapons, or see no fear, or be more resistant to the warp. As a rule of thumb, all affected will be able to exert more crushing pressure on the Warp, like a force from within them is destroying whatever soul there is to find in these violated carcasses.
THEY STAND BETWEEN YOU AND THE GREATNESS YOU MIGHT REACH
The crowd yells, and off they go, with the Knights running in front of them, shields raised thanks to their mental abilities remaining impact. They form a combined shield against projectiles before Azura decides to leap over them, tossing a purple ball of concentrated Blast Magic at the opposing crowd, looking to hit and scatter them all as soon as it reach them.
If that happens, the knights part ways, and the furious Chosen of Gor ram into the Warped masses, attempting to tear into them with savagery that would make a chosen of Khorne delighted. Lacking in any manner of fear, their every thought focused on killing, they attempt to tear apart the beasts with greatly raised strength and speed. With blows that will let their flesh sizzle in agony, their very presence agony for warp-born creatures.
And though their durability is raised, they are still mortals beings of flesh and blood, liable to die.
But until their head is destroyed, they will not stop coming, biting, clawing, kicking, even just throwing themselves at their enemies. They are looking to rout them, some viciously seizing weapons from their foes. Some even using them already, swinging their great clubs erratically.
It does make for a poor force in a tactical fight. Mindless berserkers, prone to hitting each other, but Azura and the knights intend to make due for that, attempting to blast or hit enemies that might slip by. However, Azura herself is soon led somewhere else, seeing Meteorika gesturing for the leaders of the crowd, on that vehicle.
I want him alive!
Azura complies, nodding up. There's a certain uncertainty in her gaze, as she looks at what Gor did to these people, but she still goes for the enemy 'leader' so to speak: Meteorika is hanging back for now, watching, while Gor floats above, likewise spectating.
Loki provides backup, watching from his high spot. He points, and shoot his nails at the enemies below, with them quickly regrowing afterwards. Like Nia and co, his nails will dissolve targets to the ether, never to see the light of existence again. And as for Evelyn, she's in the midst of things, affected by her own wrath, her hands monstrous black flaming claws which she uses to tear into stronger enemies.
As a result, Azura is the only one of her order to fight the leader, landing besides him on the truck.
Let us see if I can make that face of yours even worse to look at. She smiles, a familiar grin on her face. The young woman takes a boxing stance and approach rather slowly, almost methodically in all this madness, her eyes shining a slight shade of green.
...
The Eves are taken aback by the Furies, some torn apart outright without being able to put up a fight. However, at least two Eves warp out of their claws with Space Magic. They appear a few meters off to the sides, and look at each other, before quickly raising their index and middle finger in a V sign, pointed at the fury. Black tattoos run along their arms, as they enhance the coming spell with Boost Magic.
They blast at them with two large beams of Blast Magic, one for each pointed finger. Fast and lethal, they attempt to cause a headshot with the first beams: then, each cast Split Magic on the beams, dividing each blast into two thinner beams each (to a total of eight different beams). Those also attempt to hit the Furies, and as they pierce through their demonic flesh, they use Split Magic again, with four even thinner beams bursting from the Furies's bodies before heading out for the rest of them.
They're guided by Space Magic, curving around to try to hit the Furies, tracking them outright.
Each of these 16 beams aim for another Fury, attempts to penetrate its body, and explode into separate beams again, each about as wide as the average kid named finger.
And then, the beams recombine. 32 beams attempt to recombine, and so do the others, not aiming for the Furies now, because when thing recombine with Split Magic, there's a huge energy output for the briefest of moments. And when it's Blast Magic, itself powerful, in results in two huge explosions, looking to engulf the Furies!
The process is deceptively fast, the Eves weaving their spells so fast that the whole process takes about some seconds to pull off.
We've been dealing with animals for now, it's only ever gonna be deadlier! A third Eve warns. She points down at Melia, Nia, Tiktaq'to and the others fighters she can spot, and shoot a thin white beam at them, granting them Barrier Magic. A smooth white aura will appear around them, deceptively thin but durable: they won't need to worry about taking too many hits, although, well, the barrier can still only take so much.
Her work done, the Eves attempts to keep the pressure on skybound beasties, shooting at them with big bright lasers, warping and bending them with Space Magic to make their explosive trajectories less predictable.
As for Adam, he's too far from the crew yet, so he's slammed by the creature. However, he holds his ground, being pushed back by the attack, but withstanding it. He smiles, looking at it. Let us see if I can make that mug even uglier! He says, holding his elbow up to block, the impact having rattled him, but not doing visible damage: he's a tough boy.
With a roar, the elf goes for a quick upwards slice, that is actually several slices at once (to be sure), meaning to split the creatures into several thin halves. Adam then turn around to see the civilians under attack, and blink. No!
Running right at them, the young man speeds up, shattering the ground at his feet as the world enters a sort of slow motion for him. Chunks of rock levitate around the elf for a brief moment, as he speeds to the warp beast to try to sever it to bits with Gram. Which is getting more attuned to what it's facing: each strike will dissolve the Warp entities, making them Deader than Dead by its holy blade.
Enraged at his likely inability to save the civilians, Adam runs at more of the worms, unsheathing his sword and then jumping at them, drawing it for the briefest of moments before he sheath it again. Should any of the worms be too close to him as he does that, they'll be split in two in his wake, cool anime style.
Edited by Bolded1 on Oct 26th 2022 at 5:09:10 PM
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
Not-so-Magical Girl
Murasa smiled back at Azura then grimaced at the new situation. She was pretty worn out from just getting here and wasn't sure if she could handle getting into another big fight. To her surprise she feels rejuvenated. She leaps into action, tossing her anchor and danmaku at the new opponents and to her further surprise does more damage than before thanks to Gor's AOE buff.
Like Azura she's also uneasy at what Gor did to the crowd but now's really not the time for that, instead she focuses on trying to minimize their casualties by going after the meaner looking opponents.
"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."
it's hunting season
Mark immediately gets up from the Noseman's attack. It begins another slam but doesn't expect to be cut off by Denji. Causing blood to geyser everywhere thanks to the nose bleeding. The thing doesn't seem to be regenerating but merely rearranging the whole noses it has.
"That cool fucking helmet's got you covered! Now this I can work with!"
His fist bursts into flames as he drives it into the Noseman. While it does some damage. He kind of forgets that the thick layer of snot that he breaks through after hardening, can harden again. So he gets his left arm stuck inside as he strikes with his free arm.
The Noseman repeatedly sneezing out the blood from other nostrils act as projectiles that will inadvertently come after Denji, and ones Mark will have to deal with.
Marlington
Blackbeard picks the chainsaw up and stuffs it in his chest as it disappears in a green ripple. He expects Marvin to mention some random archive from the ancient era but he's surprisingly still crying, but it isn't in pain.
"OI, THE HELL'R'YE CRYIN' ABOUT?!"
"HE'S DONE IT HE'S FUCKING DONE IIIIIIIIIITTTTTT"
"Eh?"
"FRIENDS WITHOUT THE VOICES IN HIS HEAD GUIDING HIM! AWKWARD BUT IT'S A STEP FUCKIGN FORWARD!"
"Where?"
"Riiiight—"
—Here"
"Yain't pullin this shit again."
He just walks back to the town square. Marvin floats behind.
Edited by BoniniBanana on Oct 26th 2022 at 11:51:14 PM
real
Makoto Yuku
Versus Nosebleed
"Thats my head, Man!"
Denji is hit by the nose blood, his outfit getting even more ruined, as chaos unfolds around him. He tries to run in for a slash though.
Church of Gor
Dice roll in in the flow of fate.
It lands on two sixes.
Volition (Legendary) SUCCESS
The berserker rage that others are affected by does not affect harrier, oddly enough.
Volition: Harrier, If you go out there without a plan, you are going to die. Horribly. Your armor can only protect you from so much, and you only have three shots from your gun. Be. Careful.
Harrier Looks to gor, giving an oddly casual nod, before walking outside, calmly, measuring the situation..
He takes aim at a Daemon with his flintlock, and fires.
Makima's Bunker
Makima looks to the skies outside the window, then nods. Either way, redemption or not, This duty will aid her. In finding either redemption, or new political opportunities.
She picks up a phone, calling a certain number.
Anna Ford's
The Business devil, Anna, recieves a phone call, saying "Hello, this is anna ford's. Sorry, prices are up for weapons, everything's in high deman-"
The phone call
"You will show me the respect that I deserve, Business devil. If you wish to keep your shop running and keep your life, and not have any authorities called on you, I suggest you listen."
"Makima... I mean, control devil. What the fuck do you wan-"
"Did I not ask you to show more respect?"
"Sorry Miss Makima. What do you need..."
"I am laying claim to your military and mercenary assets on the authority I inherently posess. Your profits will not be harmed in the long run, as this will ensure customers still exist. You will supply me and hub centralis with aircraft, weaponry, and supplies to survive this war. Fail to do this, and you know what I'm capable of."
"Understood... But... What about paymen-"
"A Corpse is talking."
"Right away, miss makima, Grabbing mercenary contracts and military supplies right away..."
A nightly dance of bleeding swords reminds me that I still live
Cataclysm
Tiktaq'to soars over the hub, watching as the centralis prepares for the forces of Chaos. He is half tempted to return to Astil when he hears screaming, and people knocking their windows out to... Leave their shelter? He sosts in for a closer look, before unfortunately having to watch as a man is spontaneously bissected, and then a new orovel surfaces. Suddenly survivors indoors are running out into the streets, as a new host of beast comes to play I'm the material realm. Phasing in and out of reality are huge, roughly feline form, best likened to a skinned tiger. Each appears as a slightly different assemblage of skinless flesh, mighty jaws, grasping talons, and powerful limbs. The bright red muscles glisten wetly, while the bare bone of the skull sports several pairs of flat black eyes. The long black tongue appears segmented, as if it was an immense worm extending from the Khymera's mouth. Two great raptorial arms sprout from the shoulders, some linked by thin strips of red muscle and white sinews and lined with impaling spikes. Others have more tentacle-shaped whips of serrated flesh, and can lash out with blinding speed to catch prey. Much smaller talons are found on the chest, where they are used to rip small bits of flesh from a downed victim, while the tail is a fleshless series of bone links.
Tiktaq'to quickly finds a gathering of them and drops the Sphere of Tepok, annihilating a whole score if them as the holy flame creates walls around the survivors, walks the beast seem unwilling to pass through. Tiktaq'to immediately swoops in to nab them in Zwuup's talons, all the while more of these hound like beast stalk the streets. Unfortunately for all parties, wailing could be heard as coming from the dead who could not escape was a horrific beast of shadows and spines, roughly humanoid with the stretched face and arms of a bat. It writhes like a shadow, supple and elusive, but its talons sharp and and cleanly serrated. Their eyes swirled into a white vortex, all the while small flecks of light gathered around their open maws like black holes. These new beings seemed just to lunge and assault whoever or whatever was present, as people ran around the mad feasting beasts from unreality.
V1 would be fortunate enough for dozens of these skinned beast and warp spawn to charge him as he tried to feast on the sanguine nectar around him. But one warp spawn twitched violently, it's skins coursing with green puss, before it suddenly threw itself at the machine and exploded, foul-smelling and corrosive ichor drenching it's frame.
Awawa