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Post by NPC Controller 3 on Aug 25, 2010 23:52:53 GMT 8
[OOC: Taking over NPCing enemies for abit.]
Zerus, Zurean Invasion Commander
Drifting through solid earth without effort, the commander of the invasion force steadily made his way towards the point of conflict, estimating the landing spots of his foes after their golden bubble was popped.
This should be it, surprise, fools!
Bursting out of the ground, rock shards flew in every direction as a prelude to his arrival, some shattering on concrete while others simply skidded to a halt on the ground after having not hit anything. But there was nobody in sight.
Looking up, he could just see the last of them entering a gigantic dropship, several hundred meters in the sky.
Incompetent fool, she can't even shoot them down properly!
"Zephyr! Cease all activities and attack the enemy dropship at my position! Now!"
A group of Zephyr soldiers, Port of New Orlania Airspace[/u]
With their new orders received, this group of air manipulator infantry was dispatched, zooming towards the indicated position within twenty seconds.
"Where is the target?"
"Up there! Go. GO!"
Altering course, they moved steadily up, straight for the dropship with its escort of three aircraft. Spells at the ready, they crafted eerie ghost-like air elementals on the fly, and augmented their utility by sending bolts of whirling air at the aircraft engines, aiming to destabilize them.
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Post by RaineScarlet on Aug 26, 2010 2:55:31 GMT 8
Taking stock of the situation, Sierra found it to be against their favor. Only Venser seemed to have been affected by her subtle healing, perhaps due to his high affinity for magic, while everyone else appeared exhausted.
By rights, I should also be exhausted. My vessel does feel fatigued, but I can still go on, mana-wise. This power...
She clenched a fist at her bosom, feeling the faint bubbling of magic threatening to explode from her vessel. A twitch in the fabric of water in the atmosphere interrupted her quiet reverie, however, and she peered out the window to investigate.
"We're ... being attacked!" Sierra yelled, spotting several figures flying in the air. They were making motions as if to cast spells.
It's air. They're twisting the air, possibly to bring the ship down. There's no way my water can stop them at this altitude... I have to trust in the others, while using my ability in a way that will be helpful.
"I'm sorry, I can't help with my abilities, but if anyone has an idea, I will assist."
She hesitated slightly and turned away from the group, as if to shield them from a terrible sight, and exhaled a visible plume of cyan. Her eyes flash brightly blue, and a mist of magical nature began to fill the hatch and seep out to surround the drop ship.
So much power... exhilarating... No... I must focus.
She exhaled again, thickening the mist until the mana in the air was nearly palpable. Outside, water droplets froze into tiny mirrors of ice.
A mirage.
((OoC: The mirage won't stop the air thingies, it only removes them from visible sight. Abuse her mist if you want.))
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Post by schrodinger on Aug 26, 2010 13:20:22 GMT 8
Kamin showed no signs of stirring, and Venser fervently hoped that he hadn't inadvertently administered the wrong medicine. There was nothing he could do about it, however, as interfering with the treatment with other potions or spells would only complicate the healing process, probably with adverse effects.
Primum non nocere, eh?
"We're ... being attacked!"
An alarmed exclamation from Sierra brought his attention back to the present moment, and he rose from his kneeling stance, leaving Kamin in a recovery position. Peering out one of the dropship's windows, he could barely discern several forms flying towards them - presumably hostile, if Sierra's information was accurate.
And this would be the cleanup crew. I can't allow them to interfere with the dropship, and there's little that I can do to them at this range under these conditions. What's a fellow to do?
Oh well, God hates a coward.
Readying himself for what was about to come, he rapped a knuckle against the switch next to the hatch they'd come in from, and it again swung open, sending a cloud of mist billowing out into the air. As he prepared to make his exit, something about it caught his eye.
Mist? Mist... I could use that.
And jumping into the great blue yonder, he ran his fingers down a curtain of vapor to guide his descent, sliding across blankets of mist and frost to his intended destination. Lightly stepping onto one of the smaller planes that was part of the dropship's entourage, he made sure his footing was stable before calling out to Ms. Bostock once more.
Ms. Bostock, I place myself in your capable hands throughout this venture. Do take good care of me, please. Staying stable and aloft are luxuries that I cherish very much.
Raising a hand to shield his eyes from the wind, he noticed a strange movement in the mists surrounding the dropship - as though there were something cutting through it towards the vessel. But there was nothing in the air around it, nothing to suggest the presence of some sort of attack. What did it mean?
And the answer struck him almost immediately - it was the air itself, being used as a weapon to strike them from the skies. Clever. It would be impossible to see (literally) airborne attacks, which gave his opponents the upper hand. But there had to be an answer.
Plunging his hands into the ribbons of mist that he'd ridden, he drew on it for power, adding on to the energy that he'd previously absorbed from Sierra. He supposed that since she was the origin of the mists, he was still drawing energy from her, but as she hadn't raised any objections to his doing so, he didn't see it as a problem. Charging himself with mana, he wove his spellwork into the mist, using it as a conduit for his magic, expanding his sphere of influence a hundredfold.
Hm. I hadn't tried this without my sigil on her before, but it seems to be just as effective. Perhaps we're more familiar with each other now?
Speculation aside, he had a task to accomplish. The rifts in the mist had nearly reached the dropship, an indication that a sharp impact was imminent - not a good omen at all. But disaster could be averted if he acted quickly enough, and with a moment's worth of concentration on his part, the air around the dropship was swathed in a wall of shimmering runes. It was a curio, this wall - although it possessed no intelligence of its own, it was capable of suiting it's master's intentions admirably. It would serve to deflect the blow from the aerial attack whilst preventing further harm from befalling the dropship's passengers.
One problem dealt with, another one to go.
Ms. Bostock, could you take me downwards, to where the hostiles are? Ask anyone who's combat-fit if they feel like coming down, too - there's a score to be settled here.
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Post by NPC Controller on Aug 26, 2010 23:20:30 GMT 8
Catherine Ludwig Bostock, 185th Digital
With pleasure, ...however I may address you. I hope you don't mind me strapping you down.
With her hand wrapped around the small handphone-like object, Catherine sat, unseeing, against the wall of the dropship. Her mind was now absorbing and relaying information directly to and from the three small plane-like vehicles, controlling their movements without need for a human interface.
The one that Venser stood on whirred lightly, then released a pair of metal clasps that firmly held Venser's feet in place.
I hope you had your breakfast early, I'm pushing you in fast for the surprise.
Without further warning, the Pigeon flipped onto its back, pushing its speed past three hundred kilometres per hour as the smallish craft rocketed on full afterburner in a tight reverse Immelmann all the way down, preparing its cannons for the assault. Catherine released the cannon's controls to free-scanning mode, where the gun controls would lock to those of the closest person in proximity to the craft - Venser.
Cannons are yours. Use them as you see fit.
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Post by Phagetthree on Aug 27, 2010 0:05:09 GMT 8
It was a most intriguing sight. Venser had, through some ingenious means, lowered himself onto one of the mounts accompanying their main transport. He had then proceeded to craft a runic shield around them, protecting them from attacks she could not see.
With his job well done, he seemed to concentrate for a moment, before his mount began to lower itself toward the ground, bringing Venser with it.
He'll need help.
Leaving the window and moving past the rest of the group to the edge of the transport, Faranella tried concentrating hard at one of the other unburdened mounts.
Come to me, to me.
Nothing.
Peering down into the mist, Faranella let vertigo take hold of her as she teetered at the edge, though her brain screamed at her to stop, some other part of her told her... It was the right thing to do. Once her upper body was past the boundary between transport and air, gravity took over.
As she fell, moisture clung to her face and the howling wind tore harder and harder at her as she accelerated downwards, zooming past Venser on his less insane mode of descending. Her eyes, now seemingly sharper than before, could make out a cluster of pinpricks, and she presumed they were those who had sent the dragons at them earlier.
Angling herself in midair, she managed to set herself on a course straight for the little group. Instinct told her to tuck in her limbs, and so she did, and she fell even faster.
This is crazy.
She mused.
I'm going in with no plan whatsoever.
With only half a hundred meters to go, she brought up her left arm again, and with a thought, it formed a large shock-absorbing barrier between her and her targets. Smashing into them with force similar to an artillery shell, the ground beneath her was obliterated upon impact, destroying everything in her immediate surroundings, and throwing up a large cloud of dust.
Experimentally, she formed the black mass into the shape of her arm again, not sure of how it deformed itself to save her life in the first place. Faranella wished to explore her newfound ability further, but with the ever present threat of enemies, she stowed her curiosity away and readied herself for combat.
Perhaps it will come to me again when I need it, or perhaps it can be mastered, and will prove a most valuable skill to have.
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Post by schrodinger on Aug 27, 2010 1:42:53 GMT 8
As his ride flipped and turned upside-down, Venser could only think about how long it'd been since he last flew, and how much more agreeable the conditions of that flight had been. Not very, to be honest, but that was easy to forget when flying Air Batshit.
"Don't forget my breakfast," yes, that'd be good advice if I'd actually had any. Come to think of it, I almost can't recall the last time I ate anything.
Another thought he was careful to keep private. Crouching down (up?) slightly for added stability, he had to squint against the sudden rush of air against his face, but he caught a glimpse of something moving downwards at an even greater speed than he was. He could only catch a glimpse of it, but even from that he could discern a few facts about it. Considering where it'd dropped from, it had most likely come from the dropship. He thought it had a vaguely humanoid form to it, which meant it wasn't cargo, so it had to be a person. Taking coloration into account, it wasn't Sierra or Kamin (though if it had been her, he would have been reassured of his treatment's effectiveness, because it apparently invigorated patients to the point where impromptu skydiving was no object. That, or it induced insanity.), and taking common sense into account, it wasn't the pilot or Ms. Bostock, either.
That left Sol and Faranella, and he almost hoped that it was the former, because dying twice was an achievement that few, if any, people attained, and it was awfully ambitious for Faranella to go for the whole thing in one sitting.
What, once wasn't enough? You'd think that after the first round of circulatory failure, some people would learn to leave well enough alone...
Not that he was any better, on reflection, strapped feet-first onto a deathtrap that was leading him straight into the arms of an ambush waiting to happen - he was well towards the first half of that particular accomplishment himself.
At least he could soften the blow for himself... if not for whomever he presumed to be Faranella as she crashed into the midst of their adversaries, creating a sizable crater. As he neared ground zero, he cast his mind over the area, compensating for his impaired eyesight due to the wind. Focusing on the thoughts - no, the presence of thoughts, for the time being, he didn't have time to read true thoughts - around the impact, he could determine the rough positions of the hostiles on the ground.
And with that, he could launch a first strike. Dull murmurs at this distance, the invaders' thoughts nonetheless provided him with the coordinates he needed to direct the cannons mounted on the craft he was riding.
I haven't been spotted. Let's hope they're too distracted by her dynamic entry to notice an assault from above... No, even a fool would think to take cover. But we hold the element of surprise, for now. They have no read on our numbers, no estimation of our strength for the time being.
...Time for a stratagem from galaxies away.
And just prior to opening fire on his unsuspecting quarries, a veritable fleet of soldiers warped into existence around him, riding (just as he was) on wings of steely death, giving the appearance of an entire division (of maniacs who had the entirely wrong idea about proportions between pilot and plane, but a division still) descending upon the invaders. Cloaking himself in the same illusion that the soldiers were crafted from, Venser was indistinguishable from any one of them - except that he wasn't firing blanks. The illusory projectiles would provide the same sound and shock - if not damage - as their real counterparts, and that was the point of the gambit, to induce panic in the opponent in the face of apparent numerical superiority, while he capitalized on the disarray to cause as much damage as possible.
And there will be damage.
As he gave the order to strafe to his vehicle, and to each of his illusions, the sky sounded with the fury of gunfire and destruction, much of it signifying nothing to him, but the little of it that did was all the sweeter for its solidity.
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Post by RaineScarlet on Aug 27, 2010 6:26:32 GMT 8
After exhaling to the point where she was nearly dizzy, Sierra finally deemed that the ship was safe for now. After all, one couldn't attack what one couldn't see. Meanwhile, Venser and Faranella had departed from the ship to the not-so-great outdoors, while Kamin had yet to show signs of life (worrisome, considering that Venser had fed her an unknown substance), Jasper was nearly exhausted (perhaps the mist was ineffective), and Sol was spacing out in his corner (well, he had experienced several (un?)welcome transformations in one day).
The Undine poked her head out of the open hatch and considered her options. She could either stay in the drop ship and preserve the safety of the ship for an indefinite amount of time, until their assault squad completed their, well, assault. Or she could join them on the ground in hopes that her mist would protect the ship until the end (or maybe someone with more appropriate abilities for aerial combat could take over that role). There was the slight issue of her being tired--not exhausted, simply tired--from releasing so much mana. But overusing it had not depleted her constantly regenerating supply.
I thought using it this much would make it stop, but I still have too much. Now it's a question of whether I can destroy the source or if the source destroys me..
Sierra sighed and shook away her negative thoughts once more. Nothing to do but move forward. Fate was not allowing her to rest.
There's probably more for me to do on the ground than in the air, where the water supply is thin. It's decided then.
She lowered herself into a sitting position at the edge of the drop ship and looked towards the ground that she could barely see. Some distance away, she spotted Venser, or who she thought was Venser, judging from the residue that her mana left on him, and a large crater on the ground that must have been Faranella. The ground was far off, but she wasn't bothered by it.
A little more wouldn't hurt...
Sierra closed her eyes and probed the fountain of mana in her bosom, testing her limits. The fountain bubbled viciously, not stopping, threatening to tear its owner apart. Perhaps that was why she felt compelled to use it? But her vessel had its limit as well, even if her mana had none. She plunged deeper within herself, until she found that essence that had been partially locked away after Luke and Davos recreated her.
My Undine seal.
With her new reservoir of mana, surely she would easily be able to transform into water and back. As she thought it, her thoughts she became. She opened her eyes in shock to find her vessel melting away into water.
Wait, how... I didn't even ...
Bewildered thoughts ran through her mind as she dripped slowly down towards earth.
Is this a consequence of abusing my power...? To lose control...
((OoC: Sierra isn't in danger, so no need to go OMG and try to catch her in a cup or something. She's just falling in the form of water. So, rain.))
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Post by Mathus on Aug 27, 2010 11:22:34 GMT 8
Sol stood and watched as three of his allies jumped from the ship.
Is that even necessary? We could have just leave them be and run away, but I might as well join them.
He walked hesitantly to the exit and looked down, trembling slightly.
Ugh, why am I feeling so afraid for? I just have to do what I did before, and perhaps something extra.
Sol jumped forward, floating for awhile using telekinesis and his wings, he created some large metallic blocks before plunging along with them. Slowing down a few meters off the ground, he let the blocks crash first before landing behind one amidst the dust clouds.
I hope no one noticed me, I rather observe them first and launch a surprise attack.
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Post by NPC Controller 3 on Aug 28, 2010 19:31:17 GMT 8
Zephyr Infantry, New Orlanian Airspace
Their efforts had yielded no fruit, for a magical barrier had sprung up before them, negating anything they sent at it.
"Dispel the shield! Everyone, concentrate!"
Closing their eyes and risking themselves to attack, they linked their outer consciousness together, temporarily magnifying their manipulation powers as they attempted to pick the barrier apart. Though individually not adept enough to take on the shield, combined they just stood a fair chance.
Slowly, the barrier began dissipating.
[OOC: They are in a state of sort-of meditation that renders them vulnerable to attack.]
Gaia Summoners, near former R.T. Vehicle Hire-Purchase Co. Ltd.
Morale soared as their division commander made himself known in an impressive display of brute power. But it wasn't to last long, as an unidentifiable object had blasted into them from above, taking out a sizable chunk of the group, and tossed those near enough away from the point of impact, which was now a crater obscured by dust.
The survivors still recovering from the ordeal, they were once again taken off guard when a veritable company of jet-mounted soldiers had swooped in from nowhere and strafed them with guns mounted on their planes. Morale was shattered as the remaining summoners broke ranks and fled in every direction, fleeing the wall of fliers as they banked up and turned around for another run.
Zerus, Zurean Invasion Commander[/u]
Not long after ordering the nearby Zephyr troops to take down the enemy ship, retaliation had been swift, and punishing.
Within minutes, half of the forces in his immediate area had been destroyed, crushed and ripped apart by a monstrous being that had crashed down from the heavens, revealed only to him when he used his earth manipulation powers to dispel the shroud of debris that enveloped her.
Part demon and part human, the amalgamation of the two looked like it had been poorly stitched together. His gaze still fixated by its fearsome visage, he was caught unawares as a flanking maneuver by yet more hostile forces came at them, firing indiscriminately as they sped towards his forces.
"Pathetic cowards! Come back here!"
His forces had largely disbanded, gibbering with fear as they ran hither and thither, though only a slight fraction of them seemed to fall to the massed fire. One of them came at him, and he instinctively threw up a wall of solid earth, which held as the enemy combatant smashed into it headon before crumbling on the earth, smouldering.
With the rest of them swooping up into the air, Zerus quickly went over to the wreckage, observing the strange combination of a man strapped to the outside of a plane, rather than the inside. He kicked it with his boot to make sure it was dead, and was satisfied, even as it seemed to shimmer for a moment. He had a quick glance around and saw that only a handful of earth manipulators had remained, the rest had escaped.
The master will have my head for this! He will not stand for his troops to desert the field of battle!
Rallying the few who had held fast, he combined their strength with his as a gargantuan golem, composed entirely of earth and metal, rose out of the ground beneath them and swallowed them, keeping them safe within its body, while Zerus commanded its actions from within.
"Crush them! Crush them all!"
While the golem, over thirty stories tall, grabbed at the imaginary airmen and squeezed the the life out of them, the earth summoners within worked to augment its abilities, giving themselves entirely over to it, increasing its strength and agility with every passing moment, even as they suffered from the exertions themselves.
[OOC: The non-mention of Sol means he has not been seen yet, but do beware of the giant stepping around incase it steps on you.]
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Post by schrodinger on Aug 29, 2010 0:06:26 GMT 8
Oh, big toys for the big boys. Looks like this charade's served its purpose.
Giving the gargantuan a wide berth, Venser set the last act of his airshow in motion, causing his illusory soldiers to scatter away from the area in a disorderly retreat. There was still a curtain call for him to perform, though - leaving an ally to for golem fodder was probably grounds for getting booed off stage, and Faranella was... well, messed up good, to use the common parlance.
Making sure he was well out of sight from both the golem and its master, he swathed himself in trappings of invisibility once more, cloaking both himself and the vehicle he stood on. As he coasted above the scene in a holding pattern, he took a moment to recoup his energies, mental and magical. The concentration needed for him to maintain the illusion well enough to deceive the enemy forces had been considerable, given that he'd had to account for every wound and casualty that would have been incurred upon his troops. Imagination took care of the minutiae, but having to be aware of every apparent injury or death was still fairly taxing.
No. Mental fatigue, I can handle. Got to stay on the ball here.
The light-headedness passed. He had to be strong. Stable. This was easier said than done while standing on a plane with only a pair of metal cuffs holding him in place, but he had to manage. Until he was certain that he wasn't going to pass out in the air, a confrontation with the enemy was unwise. What was the next step?
A drop of water caught him on the cheek, and unbidden Sierra's face flashed to the front of his consciousness.
...Sierra? Here?
He pressed a hand to the trace of moisture, trying to preserve whatever link it might have given him to her, a gesture that was ultimately made redundant by the hundreds of other droplets that followed from the heavens. With every raindrop that ran off his body, he thought he glimpsed her image again from nowhere, until the torrent around him was a strobing display of Sierras, a thousand facets of her raining down upon him.
Something's happened to her.
Gathering rainwater in cupped hands, he used it as a focus, creating a connection between the two of them. She had to have something to do with the rain, or he wouldn't have sensed her presence so strongly from it. But what was it?
Sierra, what's going on? Are you alright?
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Post by Phagetthree on Aug 29, 2010 1:54:25 GMT 8
They run in fear.
Having smashed a good portion of the enemy into smithereens, Faranella waited for the dust around her to dissipate before making a move, but it dissipated much faster than anticipated. Before her stood a person, whom she assumed was an enemy, but he seemed to be very much more composed than his compatriots.
What's he looking at?!
While he stared at her, Venser had came from the skies, accompanied by a great number of wingmen, though she had never seen them with him before. Sending the rest of the enemy into disarray, he had risen back up into the sky, but Faranella was far too transfixed by what was happening before her to track where Venser had gone to.
Rallying the remainder of what she presumed were his subordinates, the enemy leader dredged a great stone monstrosity right out of the pavement beneath them, where it towered over her, quite possibly over fifty meters in height, rivaling the size of a greater demon lord.
... A plan would've been great.
Luckily, though, it seemed far more concerned about Venser's wingmen to be bothered with her, and Faranella grabbed the opportunity to get a little closer. Estimating as well as she could, she managed to dodge the giant's footfalls, which left craters which were large as that which she had created, and managed to jam her sword onto one of them, then climbing aboard.
It was a most dizzying experience, as the behemoth stomped about, jarring Faranella with every step. Nevertheless, she held fast as she climbed up slowly. Hoping that she had not drawn the giant's ire, she rested at what would have passed for a hip, daring not to move further up, lest the swinging arms hit her.
Now stuck on an erratically moving stone giant, Faranella had a moment to wonder.
What was I thinking?
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Post by RaineScarlet on Aug 29, 2010 5:11:04 GMT 8
When Sierra regained control over her senses, she felt disoriented, as if she wasn't all there. Her right shoulder and arm was suspended in the air somewhere, part of her foot was moving around and dripping into the ground, and the rest of her was in a relatively large puddle that was about to get stepped on.
Ugh, that was my face. She thought as a foot stepped into the puddle.
Sierra, what's going on? Are you alright?[/b]
Venser?
I'm fine ... I think. Other than the fact that I seem to have taken the form of water droplets.
She reached her senses out, and realized that the enemy was in the form of the golem that had just dispersed her face, and that, with the proper adjustment, she could begin to control herself--the water. The fact that she had inadvertently changed phases was troublesome, but the end result wasn't as bad as it could have been.
At least I didn't end up rampaging and cutting people up with water blades. But even as she thought that, she realized that in those 3 seconds that she had lost control, anything might have happened. And next time, it might be for longer... in the presence of her comrades, god forbid.
It seemed to be an issue unrelated to, though still caused by, the mutation of Faranella's healing magic. Whenever she tapped into the higher energy levels that the mutation had granted her, she lost sight of herself, as if the Earth's power was twisting out of her control. She was uncertain of its cause, but decided that it would be safer to shy away from overly extravagant magic for now.
She assessed the situation using her body (literally). Faranella was currently in danger of being crushed by the giant golem, while Venser was flying in the sky, somewhat exhausted. She also sensed Sol trying to make himself scarce in the midst of it all, though she doubted that it would last, seeing as how there was a huge golem on the rampage.
First things first then.
She latched on to the foot of the golem that had just stepped into her and froze it to the ground, while simultaneously drilling herself into the ground for a foothold and creeping up the golem's leg.
There, that should hold it for a bit, while the others decide what to do.
For the moment, Sierra was simply a puddle of water possessed by an Undine, although the water was also a part of her. That made her so much more powerful, and yet so much more vulnerable, should the enemy discover what she actually was.
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Post by Carillus on Aug 29, 2010 14:59:16 GMT 8
A little fluttering of something, a nagging little thought at the back of her head, came out from nowhere, just as she was about to put the cinnamon rolls in the oven.
I get this feeling I'm supposed to be doing something else right now.
The rolls were baking now. Pulling off her apron, Kamin sat on the counter, scratching her head as she struggled to recall exactly what that evasive feeling was.
Hmm... Watering the plants? No, I've done that already... The clothes are drying... Floors have been wiped... what, really?
Glancing around the house in hope of catching sight of something, anything to remind her of her purpose as many are wont to do, her gaze suddenly fell on an object in the corner of the room that she had previously assumed was the coat stand.
That's... A Barrett .50. What's it doing there? And in my house, no less?
Another mystery that had to be- oh, the water was boiling. Kamin stood up, walked over to the stove and took the water off the boiler.
Hmm, hmm... Next will be the potatoes. Ooh, I love peeling the potatoes.
This thought was quickly followed by a tremendous crash and the chaotic tinkling of hundreds of glass shards tumbling onto the floor.
Instantly, Kamin spun around. "What the-?!"
Where the window had once been now floated a humongous face - Venser's face, albeit one that was a sheer mother-of-pearl, expanding to fill the window frame. It was simultaneously terrifying, yet somehow - Kamin thought, much to her own chagrin - morbidly interesting to watch.
"Wake up, Kamin! Wake up! You're in a dream! I gave you bottled life to revitalise you! Come back to the real world where we're all waiting for you to save our damned asses!"
Bottled life had been marketed as a very powerful waking agent for reviving unconscious beings - no one knew how it worked, but Kamin felt that she knew now.
Well then,
Kamin's eyes flitted open to the netted roof of a dropship hold. Quickly pushing herself up, she caught sight of Catherine and Jasper, bracing themselves against the walls of the plane. The others were nowhere to be seen. Her body felt somewhat light again; a significant lightness of presence and the quiet whisper of "Alseitzer's Bottled Life: Drink your Vitality" in the back of her head almost certainly pointed to an administration of the aforementioned potion to her being. Venser, no doubt - that man had more backup plans than a military invasion force.
Dull thuds from the ground below alerted her to the battle raging below. Peering over the edge of the exit ramp, she noticed a small cloud of mist floating around the plane - Sierra's doing, no doubt, though she had no idea what the mist was for - and... nothing much else.
"I'm leaving!" So I can see what the heck's going on, at least.
Spreading her wings, Kamin leapt out of the plane with her rifles in tow, flapping gently as she tried to make sense of what was going on down below. The plane was not very high - a few hundred feet at most - and she quickly caught sight of Venser, Faranella and Sol, though Sierra was nowhere to be seen. As well as the thirty-foot-something golem that was now thrashing in an attempt to dislodge itself from iced-over ground to trample its would-be victims.
Ah, Sierra's around. Though where that might be is something else.
Where she was, the sun was shining brightly, the air was saturated with natural magic power, the wind was cool in her hair, her targets were in plain sight and she felt more alive than she had ever been. What else could there be to do?
Raising a hand and forming a fist toward the ground, she mouthed a single word of command.
"Crepsuculum."
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Post by schrodinger on Aug 29, 2010 23:25:09 GMT 8
...as long as you're alright.
Letting the rain cupped in his hands fall to the ground below - where Sierra was - Venser thought he felt a little better. Maybe it was something in the water. In any case, the rain had stopped, and reinforcements had arrived. Things were looking up. Speaking of which...
"Crepsuculum."
His eyes flitted upwards to where Kamin was, with her outstretched fist and her spell of mass destruction. Refreshingly direct. He supposed that to a man with a hammer every problem looked like a nail, but what worked worked. No reason it couldn't work more, though.
...Give me a place to stand and with a lever I will move the whole world. Alternatively, give me a destructive force and with creative copying and pasting I will perform some terraforming.
But if he was going to reshape the earth, it would be very selectively. Specifically, he was going to reshape the golem's innards into a lovely lava pond. Very zen. Landscaping was such an underrated art. He just needed the right tools for the job.
Scalpel.
Replicating the spell that Kamin was performing, with modifications to its intensity and spread, he made a sudden incision in the golem's lower torso, melting through layers of stone and ore. There would be resistance. Of course there would - that was the standard reaction. But he didn't need to keep the wound open for too long - just long enough to gain access to its insides. More force. More power. He tripled up on the number of times he'd copied Kamin's spell, then tripled that. One way or another, he was going to get in there.
Laser surgery gone mad. It'd probably be best to get potential casualties clear.
The weather forecast for the area immediately under the golem was cloudy, with intermittent showers of molten slag, and Venser thought this would be useful information for Sierra to have, if only so she'd know to get the hell out of dodge. He reopened the connection that he'd established with her earlier, and put a warning across as succinctly as he could, keeping his concentration on the delicate task of cutting into a chunk of rock.
Sierra, clear out of there as fast as possible. Bad stuff will happen otherwise.
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Post by NPC Controller 3 on Aug 30, 2010 0:23:08 GMT 8
The Great Stone GolemControlled entirely from within by Zerus, the golem attempted to take a step forward for one last swipe at a fleeing opponent, but nearly tripped over itself instead. Crashing into a nearby building, the golem took a moment to right itself as the building, with a gaping hole in it, began leaning backwards away from the golem. Looking down, it could "see" that some mysterious ice had left one of its feet hamstrung. Wrenching the particular foot upward, it freed itself from its bindings, though some ice still clung stubbornly on the giant's shin. Having not yet noticed Sol nor Faranella's incursion, the giant straightened up again, only to be bathed in searing light that chipped away at its frame. Then another beam, seemingly out of nowhere, came to slice at its torso, threatening to pierce through deeper to where the summoners were held. Not gonna happen. Goodbye.Bringing one arm protectively around the wound, the other arm came up with an open fist. Aimed at where the beam had originated, a stream of razor sharp iron fragments shot out at near supersonic speed, shredding the air as they went. [OOC Clarification: Shards aimed at Venser.] Scattered Earth Summoners, near the Great Stone GolemHaving regained most of their wits, some of the deserters had cautiously made their way back towards the battle, entering the golem through its wide, trunk like feet, and tunneling their way up to the core to add their strength. Earth Summoners, within the Great Stone Golem[/u] With a foreign directed energy beam that was bearing down upon them, the summoners were only too glad to accept reinforcements from their brethren. With the fresh additions more than doubling their number, the golem rapidly grew in resilience as its regenerative capabilities were further enhanced. With the energy beam nearly dealt with due to the greater rate of constantly regenerating rock, the summoners could direct their energies elsewhere. Like a creature mutating at a horrendously accelerated rate, the golem rapidly grew another leg, turning its base into an extremely stable tripod formation. Two additional arms sprouted from its torso, to better grab at and smash opponents. Growing even further, the monstrosity was of a greater height than any of the buildings around it. Zerus, within the Great Stone GolemThe extra appendages were not a problem, for to an experienced manipulator like Zerus, it presented not an obstacle but a great boon to his abilities. Bringing the new arms to bear, a boulder began forming between the two crudely shaped hands. Zephyr Infantry, New Orlanian Airspace[/u] With the shield gone, they could continue their main objective. As the last of the blue wisps vanished, they could see a winged figure, pouring white fire down onto the earth. Limiting themselves to signing, they cautiously formed a wide arc around her so as not to alert her to their presence. The group leader counting down with his fingers, they brought forth a great typhoon which all but enveloped the winged figure in it. Their target trapped within, they reversed the direction of the wind, sending her in an uncontrollable spiral towards the ground. [OOC Clarification: Typhoon aimed at Kamin (obviously )]
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Post by Seasons of Music on Aug 30, 2010 9:18:33 GMT 8
Why is it so dark? The feeling of being oddly detached from reality enveloped his mind. I can't see? Hang on, I can't even hear, or feel. But how do I know what's going on? The happenings of the world around him flooded his mind, a sensation not unlike the usual inflow of data from his clairvoyance. It has never been on this scale before. Oh crap. I can't move my body! Tentatively, Jasper reached out with telekinesis, prodding his inert body which was lying on the floor of the dropship. There was a bruise, near the forehead. Oddly enough, there was no pain. Am I dead? Is this what it feels like to be dead? Wait. I can't be dead can I? Look, the body's still breathing. Is this a side effect of overexertion? It was a one way transfer of data. Jasper was downloading data from the surroundings, but could not - no matter how hard he tried - affect it with clairvoyance. The body has shut down all unnecessary functions, which means I have more control over my powers... What the hell? A large golem accelerated multiple shards of iron over a aside moment, directing them to towards a humanoid with a mind reeking of Venser. If only I could contact him this way, but since its only a transfer of data, its impossible for him to sense me. Simultaneously, somewhere closer to him, a certain angelic figure was entrapped by a howling tornado, dragging her towards doom and demise. Jasper cautiously levitated his body out of the dropship, to get within range. Encasing the angel who seemed to lack a halo within a sphere of force, he ripped her out of her fate of impending doom before dissipating the globe. Concentrating harder, he formed a wall of forces directed away from Venser, pushing away all that it came into contact with. Targeting the main threat to the team, Jasper directed 64 blades of pure force at the golem, aiming to shred it into pieces. Each blade was formed by outward forces that act on anything it touches, therefore seperating and thus cutting whatever it touches. Unbeknownst to him, he was slipping closer and closer to the ground, towards vulnerability and almost certain death. (OoC: Jasper is now in a coma. What the hell i meant he was in a coma throughout.)
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Post by RaineScarlet on Aug 30, 2010 23:39:32 GMT 8
Heeding Venser's warning, Sierra gathered up the majority of herself and sank underground. She managed to coax her soul out of the ice that was stuck on the golem's leg and spirit it to the main puddle before using her position to her advantage.
When it came to the elements, water and earth got along well. They mixed and wove through each other like partners in a dance. In that dance, however, water was the leader. Sierra, positioning herself beneath the golem, froze her entirety, causing the foundations of the earth to expand briefly and then unfroze again.
The ground, weak from being dispersed by the ice, sagged under the weight of the large golem. Its sheer intimidating size would lead to its demise, unless it decided not to move. One step, and it would sink right in. Of course, since there appeared to be earth manipulators within, they would no doubt reestablish their control of the situation, but that moment of chaos was all she, and perhaps her other comrades, needed. She spread herself out underground, as to not attract attention (and to freeze and unfreeze again if necessary), and concentrated on that bit of ice that was still stuck on the golem's leg.
Now what can I do with that much water? There was about enough to skewer about twenty earth manipulators (like a kebob~), but the Undine wasn't fond of such crude methods.
She unfroze the ice, allowing the water molecules to seep through the cut that Venser had created (though it was regenerating, so she barely made it in). Sensing that the earth manipulators were all packed relatively close together inside the golem, she decided to harass them for a while. Forming the water molecules into tentacles of water (no H intended), she proceeded to tickle all the earth manipulators inside.
If I could sing, I would rather just interrupt their mana energies, but I'm stuck like this.... ... I am rather embarrassed at myself.
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Post by schrodinger on Aug 31, 2010 2:16:14 GMT 8
It's moving its hand, and I don't think it means to wave hello.
Evasive maneuvers, please!
Observing the worrying movement of the golem's arm towards him, Venser hastily relayed an urgent request to Ms. Bostock to move him well out of the golem's way. He didn't know if it was going to punch him or something, but when dealing with big, hostile things it was best to run first and ask questions later.
As the aircraft beneath his feet veered sharply to the side, taking him out of immediate danger, he caught sight of Jasper falling from the dropship, unconscious. That was weird - unconscious people generally did not throw themselves out of planes, mainly because they were unable to on account of being unconscious. For a moment he wondered if Ms. Bostock had perhaps taken it upon herself to chuck Jasper out, but quickly decided that he didn't want to entertain that possibility. Either way, gravity didn't discriminate, and Jasper was headed for a quick collision with a hard floor unless someone intervened.
Fortuitously, Jasper's downward travel plans happened to intersect neatly enough with Venser's arc of flight that he was able to catch the unconscious fellow as he was falling, preventing him from becoming one with the earth.
Unfortunately, he had neither the time nor the resources to revive Jasper at the moment, and while he remained comatose on the battlefield, both of them were compromised in terms of safety. The golem was looking even nastier now that he'd given it a reason to hate him, too. Not a good place to be in. Think. There had to be a solution to this problem.
And with a moment of focused thought, he seized upon the best idea he could think of to get Jasper to safety as well as remove himself from the immediate battlefield. Bending down to place Jasper on the platform he was standing on, he secured Jasper in place as best he could before reopening communications with Ms. Bostock.
Please get Jasper to a safe location until he regains consciousness, Ms. Bostock. Deploying the other vehicles you have at your disposal to defend us would also be expedient.
I'm going to have to go incommunicado for a while now.
Relinquishing his hold on the material world, Venser slipped into the aether, setting the second part of his plan into motion.
Golems don't feel pain. Yet that one moved to cover the wound, when it could have put more pressure on me - that means there's something it needs to protect inside of it. Don't know what, just know that I need to get to it.
He wasn't kept guessing for long. Sierra's water, an extension of her self, had gained ingress into the cut while he'd been distracted, and by attuning himself to her and her magic, he could channel his spells over her. That was passé. What he meant to take advantage of was his altered state of existence. Letting himself flow across the various particles of water between him and Sierra, through her, into the body of water that was currently inside the golem, he was fluid, formless, inhabiting the water as an ethereal additive.
It was probing the people around it (there were people inside the golem!) with tentacles of water. He decided to chalk it down to Sierra's affinity with aquatic creatures instead of considering archetypes and the such. Through her tickling, he could make contact with them... the summoners, he surmised, and with that contact, well, that was his blank cheque. Pulling energy from his own form, as well as the water, he laced each particle of water with spells to induce sleep modulated with elaborations he'd devised for the occasion, turning each drop that was left on the summoners' skin into an effective knockout shot.
Don't know how much this is going to affect the golem, with the bossman still at the reins. But it's a start... and maybe also a finish.
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Post by Phagetthree on Aug 31, 2010 8:03:56 GMT 8
Clinging on for dear life, Faranella held on only by her sword, half its curved length embedded within the golem's lower torso.
A sudden erratic movement caught her attention as she turned around, as best she could, and saw that the golem was tipping over towards a building nearby.
Brace. BRACE!
Nearly at the junction between building and golem, Faranella's arm sprang to life again as it warped itself into a semicircular shape, smashing into the building itself and protecting her from the majority of the harm. It then returned to its normal state as the golem stood back up, and she struggled to gain some decent footing.
Then it struck, a bolt out of the blue, almost literally. Great beams of light shot down from the heavens, bathing the golem in it and searing her. It was especially agonizing to her, given her newly corrupted state, but she remembered to hold fast. Shutting her eyes to the pain, she concentrated only on maintaining her fragile foothold.
What came next, however, drew her attention, spattering sounds could be heard above her, not unlike those of a furnace, and not willing to be part of any potential enemy attack, Faranella glanced up, just in time for a blob of molten slag to hit her in the eye.
"AAAAAAGH!" She screamed, in pure agony this time.
Instinctively covering her eye with her free hand, her left hand, it once again took the opportunity to spread, moving over to cover the wound, and forming there an eye of its own. A slit of pulsating green, it functioned alongside Faranella's still unhurt other eye, acting in tandem. The pain gradually died out, and Faranella cautiously opened her eyes again, and saw her vision was still whole. Ripping her arm free of her face, she shook her head violently to clear her thoughts, and shifted her position before looking up.
What she saw was strange. Where once she could only see pure rock, what she saw now was moving figures within the rock. Closing her good eye, the mysterious image only became clearer.
People, inside the golem?
Careful to avoid the giant's newly formed arms, she brought up her arm, forming it into the shape of a battering ram. Focusing with all her might, she brought it down perfectly perpendicularly at the golem's side, aiming to break through to the people within.
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Post by NPC Controller 3 on Sept 5, 2010 11:16:22 GMT 8
The Great Stone Golem
Even as the cutting beam was successfully disrupted, the golem suffered another barrage from above, chipping off yet more chunks of rock. But this time, however, the rock did not regenerate.
The golem also found its movements slowing as it threw the boulder that it had built towards the dropship, Blitz Regia. The boulder, however, still flew true.
[OOC: It is headed for the dropship, high mass, high velocity.]
Earth Summoners, within the Great Stone Golem
Having averted death from the burning beam that had nearly penetrated the core, the wary group of summoners did not notice the slivers of water which slithered into the belly of the golem, until they found their concentration being disrupted by said water. Unable to continue, their contribution of energy to the golem slowed to a trickle.
Sneaking in alongside the wayward trickles of water was an unknown presence, which, through some arcane means, shut down their minds, putting them to sleep.
In their confounded state, none of them noticed the great pounding which came from the side.
Zerus, within the Great Stone Golem
A variety of simultaneous attacks had struck the golem, both within and without. Seeing the futility of staying within his giant deathtrap, Zerus rigged it to forcefully explode.
Let this mound of rubble be your grave!
With that, he exited the golem from the back, unseen by anyone, and tunneled into the earth again, leaving the battle. The golem continued thrashing, putting on a facade while its internal self destruction timer counted down to the demise of all within, and without.
[OOC: The self destruction timer is NOT a magical spell, it is hardwired into the golem itself. It is undetectable by mundane or magical means until the last moment when it is about to explode.]
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Post by schrodinger on Sept 8, 2010 3:55:58 GMT 8
Huh. There he goes.
Being incorporeal was an experience not wholly unfamiliar to Venser, having spent a significant portion of his student life in an immaterial state (unlike other students, who spent their time in an immature state). Without the connection of the self to the flesh, it was sensory deprivation in its purest form - the mind existed in an essential vacuum, with no input from the external world. Theoretically. In practice, with magic as the medium in which the mind was contained, the senses were rewired accordingly, causing a fundamental shift in experience.
At the moment, Venser could feel his own magic flowing through him, like smooth sheets of silk passing through him - but that was merely an analogy, since it was impossible to accurately capture the quale involved. He could see the mana held in the summoners around him, like shards of igneous rock laced with glowing red quartz. He could... feel Sierra, her presence overlapping with his in a way that he could have described as intimate if he'd had a physical body. He was glad that he didn't. It would have been distracting on a very different level.
But the main thing that had caught his attention was the entity that had recently detached itself from the golem and gone into the ground. To him, it appeared as a larger version of the summoners' mana signatures, with more crystalline veins running through it, pulsing with greater frequency and intensity.
I assume that's the big boss. What self-respecting leader doesn't give himself a cushy severance package at the expense of his subordinates?
It wasn't hard to see that the summoners were getting a pretty raw deal out of it - they were being abandoned by the bossman, for one. But that begged the question of why they were being abandoned at all - or rather, why their boss had decided to evacuate. It didn't make sense. The golem was still functional even without their reinforcement, and it was the primary threat to them - why would its controller choose to severe his direct connection to it?
Unless...
There were two possibilities. The first was that he was planning on using his underground position to launch another assault, hence the burrowing. The second was that he was getting as far away from the golem as possible, as quickly as possible - no stopping to wake the little people up, no command given to the golem to herd its enemies into a more vulnerable position - and that had to mean something. Either way, Venser knew what he had to do.
Pulling apart from Sierra, he sought out his quarry's mana signature, finding purchase in its irregularities and sliding across the aether towards it, bringing him exactly where he wanted to be.
Let's talk.
And then he was slamming against his adversary's mind with fists of mental force - no, that was too simple. It didn't hurt (alright, it did, but not for him) to use his imagination sometimes. Sledgehammers, battering rams, every source of blunt-force trauma he could think of, focused into a relentless psychic assault.
Breaking a mind wasn't pleasant for anyone involved, but it was... effective, to say the least. It was also the next closest thing to committing manslaughter that Venser had ever experienced. He didn't like it. He didn't like doing it. He'd promised himself that if it came to lethal force, any other method would be preferable, that it would be more humane to slit a throat than do this.
Yet here he was.
Sometimes I hate myself. You ever feel like that?
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Post by RaineScarlet on Sept 10, 2010 13:41:08 GMT 8
For a moment, Sierra experienced a sensation of vertigo. While she had been concentrated on directing her mana inside the golem, Venser had cleverly entered her mana stream and injected his own flavor into it, effectively wreaking havoc within the previously impenetrable golem. And then, just as quickly, he pulled away from her mana.
No doubt he had left to investigate the person who had just exited the golem. She didn't know what Venser was doing to the person, but somehow sensed dark magic at work. The spirits in the area tittered nervously and fled.
Venser usually tends to be reliable, but... Dabbling on the darker side of mana was dangerous. That was the realm where people lost their minds--she should know.
But for now, she decided to trust Venser with what he was trying to do. The Round Table members were made of tough stuff after all.
The golem looks like it's falling apart. I've done all that I can here, short of killing everyone...
There was still the issue of that giant rock flying towards Blitz Regia. She was too far. She hoped that Kamin would recover from Jasper's awkward save, or that Sol would stop spacing out and do something. She hoped for a lot of things.
Don't think, just go.
The whole golem situation was fine, and what was left was the drop ship situation. Sierra pulled herself out of the earth and began to evaporate. Even if no one reached the boulder in time, maybe she would reach the ship in time to hold it together with her ice until they got to a safer location.
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Post by NPC Controller on Sept 11, 2010 1:19:56 GMT 8
Jennifer Dagwood, Blitz Regia
The ship was proceeding at a steady pace around the area, Jennifer attempting to locate the combatants who had recently left the dropship, when a treble warning sounded in her ears from the radar console.
[[Attention. Unguided missile inbound.]]
What?!
An unguided missile from the ground - she should have spotted it long ago. Whirling her head around, the video camera mounts in the floor of the Dragonfly transmitted feed to the screen mounted on her helmet, showing her a view of a rather sizeable chunk of rock and debris flying straight toward her.
Reacting on instinct, she jammed the aft throttle to max, pushing her dropship forward as quickly as possible, and hopefully out of harm's way.
No... Can't make it. Too slow. It'll graze at the very least.
The needle on the airspeed gauge was rising slowly - too slowly. All the while, the boulder was drawing closer.
Catherine, some help here!
Silence from the cabin. Jennifer closed her eyes and prayed.
Catherine L. Bostock, 185th Digital
Jennifer's pleas had come through to her - but she was in no condition to reply.
Flying Venser's craft, ensuring that the cargo took no damage, and operating two other drones in concert took a lot of mental power - too much to activate the mental faculties.
Selecting the craft closest to Blitz Regia, she turned it around to face the fast-flying boulder, and pounded it full from the side with hundreds of .50 cal rounds. Physics, hopefully, would do the rest, and Newton's Second Law would guarantee the safety of the immensely important dropship - the one that she was in.
The problem is that Newton's Second Law - well, it's not always true.
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Post by Phagetthree on Sept 11, 2010 1:56:42 GMT 8
With a few solid, steady slams, each one dislodging a fair portion of rock, Faranella had broken into the golem, and found her targets. Just as the side of the golem gave way, Faranella warped her arm into a shield, to protect herself against retaliation, should it occur.
And it didn't.
Peeking through her shield via the Immaterium, she saw that the crew within the golem were... Less than battle-ready. Seeming dazed and confused, Faranella hastily grabbed the upper hand, reforming her arm, now more of a primary weapon than her sword, into a great, barbed flail. Perched on the golem's waist and holding onto her sword, which she had plunged into its side for support, Faranella drew back the flail, before sending it in like a whip, the black substance which composed it acting on its own accord, eviscerating the summoners within.
Her makeshift weapon coated in blood and viscera, she contracted it slowly, reveling in the spray of blood it had caused, and more importantly, the souls it collected. Her corrupted half fed on them with relish, consuming their strength to add to its own. Seeing no point in holding onto a half destroyed golem, Faranella leapt off, landing near one of its feet with a thump, her arm helping absorb the impact.
Looking in the ground, her eye fed her information otherwise accessible to ordinary ones, showing her a faint trail of earth magic... And of Venser's. No, this wasn't just his magic, it was Venser, as her eye tracked his soul's passage through the earth, seemingly in pursuit of another who was too far out of her field of vision to make out.
Well, I can't follow them, even if I can see them.
Focusing her attention on the golem once again, she was careful to make her way out from beneath its massive, albeit hollow, torso, should it collapse. Her other comrades were nowhere to be seen, presumably busy with other unseen threats.
Now, how can I possibly take on this golem alone?
Noting the lack of allies, Faranella was careful not to draw the golem's attention again, instead making her way towards the shadow of a nearby structure, to perhaps find a way to strike the golem and catch it off guard.
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Post by NPC Controller 3 on Sept 12, 2010 21:28:37 GMT 8
Zerus, Zurean Invasion Commander
It was not long after his exit that Zerus, while in transit underground, came under a powerful psychic attack. Furrowing his brows in greater concentration, he stayed his path, while subtly attempting to single out the attacker's mana trail.
Got you, bastard. Have at you!
Dredging up memories he'd rather leave forgotten, Zerus brought them up anyway, and like the defenses against a siege, hurled them at his assailant. Vivid images of gore, eviscerated bodies, bodies hung from ceilings by their mere entrails, blood and guts spattered in every direction, these were scenes from previous campaigns, and though he would've rather forgotten them, such horrors never truly faded from one's mind.
And here, they came to be of use.
Utilizing his psychic prowess, though limited, he forced the images upon Venser's consciousness, trading blows with him not unlike in a duel, all the while drawing them both further away from the battle, and towards the palace, where stronger casters lay.
[OOC clarification: It's a battle of wills!]
The Great Stone Golem
Left without a master, and no longer supported by the summoners within, the golem would have collapsed into dust, if not for the one command still left within.
Self-destruct.
A faint rumbling could then be heard within the golem's bloodstained interiors, which steadily grew louder, and the golem froze in its position. Towards the end of its solemn wail, the golem finally imploded, sending hundreds, if not thousands of razor shard, ultra dense rock and metal shards in every direction. Some stabbed right into the ground, forming an impression of a pincushion, while others in more lethal trajectories sped at great speeds towards Faranella, Sol, and everyone else, including the dropship.
Where the great golem once stood, was nothing more than a cloud of rapidly settling dust.
Zephyr Infantry, assaulting Blitz Regia
A mysterious occupant of the enemy airship had hurled himself out of it, while at the same time, their quarry had been wrenched from their hurricane trap, though both still plummeted towards the earth.
Strange. One of them thought.
With a rapidly approaching projectile from their compatriots on the ground, the Zephyr troops took it upon themselves to ensure the target would not escape. Linking their powers once more, they pulled air away from the dropship, hence reducing its capability to move, and the thin air being unable to support the heavy weight of the dropship, resulted in a loss in altitude for it, bringing it closer to the rock that hurtled toward it.
[OOC: NPC vs NPC lolol kek]
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