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It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win
These battle scars don't look like they're fading
The skies began to darken red as the people, used to strange occurrences, looked up in wonder. This was new. Something entirely new. Strange warriors from other lands showing up? Normal. Mighty battles taking place between said warriors? Expected. But this was the first time Warriors with such conviction had showed up. The Crystalus Divider in the distance began reacting, and the skies darkened even more. People began filing inside, murmurs and whimpers echoing through the streets. The air thickened, lightning began to flash, and the first crack of thunder seemed to illuminate the face of a bartender standing outside of the hub he had built for the peaceful warriors stripped from their homes.
The small animal told him this would happen.
"It appears that he has found you, my friend." Dring said quietly, a muffled Kupo coming from underneath the bar, the Moogle flying out from underneath and looking outside.
"This is impossible! He should have remained contained!" the Moogle said in a high pitched voice, hiding behind the bartender. A smirk played out on the bartender's face. "It looks like the war you were hoping wouldn't happen has begun..." his cryptic words were nearly drowned out by a loud crash of thunder as a swirl appeared in the sky, crimson lightning arcing around the newly made opening in the clouds as a humanoid form began to materialize.
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His eyes opened, a glowing yellow as he stretched his arms, bones popping from his long rest. Wings stretched out as he opened his mouth in a mighty roar, a familiar presence ringing through his mind as his eyes swept across the city. Unfamiliar. Alien. New.
He was no longer home.
He clenched his fists and let out an anguished howl, arms outstretched as the winds picked up, the temperature rising in the sheer amount of power he was emanating.
"I AM DISCORD!" he bellowed and descended on the city, his rage newly awakened.
SO, welcome to the first of two plot threads that I'm introducing to the site. This particular thread is a combat thread, and will only be played in by four people other than the staff member playing as Chaos! Meaning that it's first come first serve, post, and the spot's yours. Remember, this is for fun, there are no experience points to be had, so do your best! Fight him! Usher the townsfolk to safety! Whatever you feel your character will be best at doing. This is more or less a beta test, so, the more posts that are made, the better future posts and threads will be to push the story along.
Again, he found himself somewhere new. This time, thankfully, a town filled with many people. Perhaps, finally, he could find some answers.
The Warrior made with haste through the town entrance. There were many faces ahead of him; men, women, children, families. It was … nice, he dared to think, to stumble into an actual community once more. He wasn’t even garnering that many strange looks, as if people like himself were the norm. If he squinted, or maybe closed his eyes, he could pretend that he was home once again, with his friends and fellow warriors of light, with Garland, Princess Sarah, back in--
In…?
That was odd. He was drawing a blank.
Perturbed, the nameless knight slowed his pace, and a deep frown etched it’s way onto his face. Surely, it was just the exhaustion from the long trip that was causing him to be so forgetful? After all, he forgot the names of simple, everyday items all the time. There were some things in this world that were just easy to forget, and others that you never, ever could. He assumed the name of his Kingdom home would be one of them. Then again, after all this time, he still couldn’t remember his own name.
The Warrior paused in the road, glancing about. There were more important things at hand at the moment, he could sit around and try to remember names later. This was a bustling town, there had to be a place that would be considered a hub of information, yes? Shops, restaurants, market stands -- there! Up the road, he could barely make out the sign for a bar. Bars, taverns, where travelers gathered and stories and drinks were traded in kind.
He took a step forward, and froze. The clouds darkened overhead. The bustling sounds of city life quickly quieted down to a murmur. A sudden storm?
No. No, something was very wrong.
As doors slammed shut and people shuffled off the streets, the Warrior ran forward, to a more open space. He never took his eyes off of the sky, watching the black and crimson clouds swirl and the red lightning flash and rumble. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and his heart began to race. High in the sky, something began to materialize. A humanoid shape, with a tail, with wings, two arms … and those glowing, amber eyes.
Though he drew his sword and leapt on top of the closest building, though he readied his shield and opened his mouth to answer discord’s call, the Warrior was in disbelief. In shock. His blue eyes were wide with confusion, terror, anger, sadness. His body trembled with fury. He pointed his sword towards the being descending upon the city, for the moment forgetting that it was a packed town of innocent civilians, forgetting that this was a different world. Times of the past flashed before the Warrior’s eyes; battling Chaos at the end of the cycles of war, battling him again years and years in the past in the Temple of Fiends. Watching Garland become Chaos. All the blood, sweat, tears, broken and bruised bodies, corpses, everything that came with Chaos.
Never had the Warrior felt such emotion flare inside of him. This was supposed to be over. He saved Garland, he stopped Chaos. Yet here, before his very eyes, the God of Discord bellowed.
Rage consumed them both.
“Chaos!” The Warrior shouted to angry God, gripping his sword with an unknown fury, blue eyes blazing with fire, “Come meet your fate once more!”
:: So this is what a town is supposed to be. So much life and so much exhuberation for everyone. :: Terra thought to herself as she walked along within the city. Her garb was obviously distinct compared to many of the others around her yet this did not matter to her or others around her. She showed and did not hide for fear of her presence causing a town being destroyed.
She did not even flinch at the first peels of distant thunder. As for her thunder was nothing compared to what she had been feeling while fighting Kefka. Approaching a small pub she noticed a large gathering of people so she stayed just outside listening to the goings on inside. Noticing the moogle she suppressed the urge to squeal and run over to grab the moogle and hug it tightly. Yet her gaze was brought upwards as she noticed crimson lightning begin to fire off and coalesce in a single place. She had this horrible feeling in the pit of her gut as she looked up at it. To her right the moogle came barreling out from within the bar and looked directly at the same figure as she did. Her hands trembled as she felt the malevolence exude from the creature. Yet despite this she clenched her hand as she looked around to see if anyone else was heading in the direction of the creature and where it would land upon the ground. Slipping through alleys as people rushed inside and secured their homes. Rushing into the middle of the road as she heard anothers voice echo outward. Glancing upward at the man in full blue armor his sword drawn and shield held high. Pointing the blade at the creature she heard him call him by a different name than what the creature had announced itself as. Yet this name made her blood run cold.
All of the things that have ever happened where to her just because of sheer chaos. This creature was bringing it here just by its presence. Her hand moved and gripped at her own blade’s hilt. Taking in a big breath she released it as she steeled her eyes and looked at Discord. Pulling her hand off her hilt magic began to swirl about her. Raising her own voice she looked toward Warrior of Light and then at Chaos. “You do not stand alone against this Chaos. For Chaos has no place here.”
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Dec 4, 2015 12:44:12 GMT -6
It had been almost a month since Faris Scherwiz woke up stranded on the shores of Zephon's western seas. Since then, he'd gained a reputation for drunken bar-fights, boat-jackings, and petty thievery that could hardly be ignored. Between the power of the crystals and the job class changes, these rumors found a way of mixing him with the very worst of the villains that spread in whispers throughout the land. There was a pink-haired demoness who'd slaughtered dozens at the World Sight. Provo was still reeling from a massacre of armed guards taken out by a single woman in green. But in Torensten, the rumors spoke of a purple-haired fiend who held up shop fronts with a flash of light and the whip of a magical sword. Faris couldn't avoid the label anymore than he could avoid the titles of "scoundrel," "thug," or "ne'er-do-well."
In fact, Faris welcomed the accusations with a shrug and a laugh. He'd never been the type to stick by the laws of morality.
"You! What do you want? Your kind isn't welcome here!"
Faris raised an eyebrow at the curse. He was no longer welcome at his usual bar (something about intimidating the customers), nor was he welcome at the one before that (how was he to know that the ringing in a man's pocket was a "cell phone" and not a monster?), nor the one before that (the witless cur had been asking for it, calling him a murderer like he had). He'd stopped by this most recent haunt on a whim. It was a shadowed kind of place with flickering lamps and a brick storefront. Faris sent the startled security guard a sly half grin.
"Calm yourself, lad. I only came for a drink."
"You're one of them, aren't you? The new people with their swords and their magic? We've had about enough of them." The closest of the bar's patrons were watching them now. Their eyes lingered cautiously on Faris' tunic, bandanna, and thick purple hair. The guard touched the mechanical contraption at his belt. "Wait a second. Aren't you the one from the Hairy Bear? That almost killed a man with a spear?"
"I told them all, he was asking for it! And I could've killed that spineless scofflaw in a second if I'd wanted to. There was no 'almost' about it!"
But the guard didn't seem convinced. In fact, he looked flat startled as he pulled that contraption from his belt and gave Faris a hard look. "Get out," he said. The bar had gone quiet now, and every face -- drunk or sober -- turned to face him. Faris blinked twice without comprehension. Then his eyebrows furrowed.
"I'll give you a fight, if you're asking for one," he said. "I've got a reputation on the line, and I'm not about to let you louts sully it."
The guard made a motion a motion that might have been threatening, holding the weapon out in front of him like a crossbow. The rest of the bar's patrons shied away except for a few of the larger ones near the front. They stood and glared Faris down with the tenacity of bulls. Faris took a step backwards and felt for the light of the crystals.
It was then that it happened. Before Faris could decide whether to fight or flee, the ground gave a sudden shake like the strongest wrench of a geomancer. Faris stumbled, drunken men shouted, then there was groan like rotting wood and a sudden chilling screech. The sound came from outside, and before Faris could think, he'd already barreled out the door.
From outside, there came a wicked wind, the kind that stranded ships and dashed bodies hard against the bloodied rocks of shore. As Faris raised a hand against it, his hair tussled and snatched in the oncoming maelstrom. It was a storm the likes of which he'd never seen with darkened skies and flashes of lightning like blood. Then came the screams, hundreds of them as the skies opened and the city's people let out a primal cry of terror.
From behind the darkness and the clouds and the wind came a form not unlike the devil itself. It fell from the sky on twisted wings and raised its horned head to appraise those beneath it with sharpened teeth. Its howl came as though from the bellows of the earth.
"I AM DISCORD."
For a moment, it was all Faris could do just to stare up at the monster overhead. It felt like another nightmare of old visions -- twisted bodies, screaming demons, and all of it absorbed into a gray mass of cold red eyes on a great horned head. But the beast above him was not the one he had fought so long ago and this was not a memory. Faris felt the powers of the crystal stir inside him.
"All I wanted was a drink," Faris said as the earth crystal awoke in his blood. In a flash of light, sharpened armor formed on slender shoulders. Red metal hardened over his simple cotton tunic and a helm crept up above his head like a creeping tendril. In another flash, he felt the heavy weight of a lance drop into his hand. "But I'm not the kind to back down from a fight!"
As civilians rushed past to safety, Faris took to the sky in great, bounding leaps. The crystal had granted him the power of the dragoon, and he intended to use it. As he landed heavily on the city's rooftops, he saw another in the armor of a knight facing the great beast in the streets below. To Faris' left, a woman also stood against the crowd. She gathered magic about herself like ribbons of power and heat.
"Chaos! Come meet your fate!"
"You do not stand alone against this Chaos. For Chaos has no place here."
Faris didn't know much about their battle cries, but against a beast like that, he wasn't about to complain. "I'll help take this fiend back to the depths!" Faris called to them before readying his lance and launching himself into the sky again. He rocketed above the creature's wings and then angled his spear down. Gravity would do the rest.
There was an age, once, where Lightning had grown to become the strongest spirit her body could possibly carry as a host. A time when it fought against the definition of 'limitations' and forged new laws on what was possible in the realms of fate. She blazed trail after trail - ignoring time and destiny - and stopped at nothing 'til she saved the souls of those she held dear.
This was not that age.
Lightning had forgotten that existence since she became a meteor that landed on this planet. The gem on her chest, a world all-its-own, carried nearly hundreds of souls from those she had cut down during her few weeks time here; Chaotic and Harmonious alike. They felt horribly unbalanced... as if being near them could cause the balance of the world to shatter and allow all hell to break loose. Unknown to her, the Historia Crux pushed and pulled her to feel these 'extremists' which made her believe that anything and everything about them had to be destroyed in order to ensure that this world retained its health.
So, she slaughtered them all. Good, evil, men, women, powerful, weak... It mattered little to her. They were all a plague. She existed only to take their souls from their physical bodies and carry them elsewhere for the betterment of the land. She had felt his presence from miles away and had been travelling to catch up to him for a couple of days. It was the strongest and most extreme allignment that she had felt since she fell from the sky. It needed to be.. disposed of.
It seemed that fate had another plan, however, and the sky ripped apart as she was readying herself to charge the knight from a rooftop overhead. Her teeth clenched at the powerful aura of chaos surrounding the land when the beast entered into the realm before them. It seemed the harmonious knight had allies... No matter. Their souls determined that they were of no threat to this world.
The knight was her main focus. There was no way she would be able to stand against such an entity as the one that had covered the sky in red.. Not yet. So she would have to defeat the harmonious soul and flee to evaluate a different plan to take care of the demon-esque monster. Perhaps this strange and enormously powerful being's appearance could work in her favor as a distraction. Sure enough, the warrior's anger got the better of him for only a second and Lightning took hold of the opportunity - the air parting in front of her face from the speed of which she dove towards him like a bullet - and her palm extended to shoot a heavy burst of Ruin between him and the other two to force them to separate.
Lightning's boots landed heavily against the ground in front of him, crimson blade pointed in his direction. "...This fight is your last, Bright Soul. Raise your sword to me and make your final breath worth while."
It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win
These battle scars don't look like they're fading
Cid was in full panic mode, until Dring raised a hand in front of the small Moogle with a shush. He pointed up to a rooftop, where a radiant, proud Warrior stood in ready, a battle cry echoing out. But, this only served to worsen the Moogle's panic.
"Now this world will fall victim to a war that has ended long ago, Kupo. Run!" The Moogle tugged on Dring's sleeve, who promptly left as a green haired girl joined him, soon followed by a lavender haired warrior.
Chaos roared in fury, until a voice struck a chord with him, his yellow eyes widening and seemingly bursting with fury as he tilted his head down to see the Warrior of Light.
"You." he growled, not caring about the two allies, or even the final assailant who seemed to favor the Warrior's head on a platter. He opened his four arms and roared to the heavens, lightning arcing around the sky as flames descended in bright, golden orbs. He noticed a blur as one of the attackers had decided to jump above him. His eyes followed the foolish one as he would roll sideways in the air, sending his own attack at the assailant, though, without focus, it would likely miss such a fast moving target.
After a moment, his eyes fell on the Warrior again, and he descended as well, a large, menacing sword appearing in one of his hands as he took a large arc of a swing at them all, cleaving the building they were on and destroying it almost entirely. He roared again in their direction, the flames continuing to rain from the sky, people screaming as he pointed his sword at his would-be opponents.
"Your deaths will be slow and agonizing." his threat came forth as a low, guttural growl as his eyes scanned the four of them, not caring about any skirmishes between them. They were all to die, and that would be enough to satisfy his fury.
RED AND I TALKED OUT EVERYTHING WE'RE DOING, I SWEAR I'M NOT POWER PLAYING
The Warrior’s heart was beating so incredibly fast, adrenaline pumping through his veins like a passionate fire, he nearly missed the arrival of a couple of fellow warriors to this fight. Chaos’ presence, his voice, the intimidating pressure practically dripping from his form, it was all he could see, all he could feel, all he could hear. Internally, he was transported back, back to the cycles, back to slaying Chaos for good. No, everything Chaos had done before then. He was, in part, responsible for the cycles of war. Responsible for death after death, responsible for all the fear, pain, and hatred that coursed through the bodies of tender-hearted warriors who wanted nothing more than to set the world right. To regain their lives that the cycles had stolen from them.
It was, in part, Chaos’s fault that he had so few memories. That he could not remember his name, or who he was, where he was before the cycles.
The Warrior gripped his sword so tightly his knuckles cracked. He was on the verge of pressing off against the building, on the verge of joining his new ally in this first attack, when a blur of black and pink appeared.
Stunned, he moved just a hair fast enough to dodge a spell aimed to separate he and the young woman who had joined him on the rooftop. The nameless Warrior brought his shield in front of him, landing and sliding harshly, further back on the tiles of the roof, protecting himself from the whisps of the Ruin spell that nearly lashed out against him as he had evaded it. He only got a quick look at the woman who’d attacked him, but before her words, her actions could sink in, Chaos spoke.
Those yellow eyes burrowed into his soul. That voice struck his spine. Chaos’s pure hate for the Warrior of Light was unimaginable.
Discord began to rain from the sky, which spit lightning and fire onto the earth, as if the silent ground had wronged it in some way. Screams, ripping, shaking earth, and the howl of wind and flames filled the air. Chaos would waste no time in destroying everything as fast as he possibly could; particularly the Warrior himself. The Light Warrior knew what was coming, and how important it was to stop it. He took a moment, only a moment, to glance at the woman who’d attempted to attack him. Was she an agent of Chaos as well?
Something in his mind screamed that she couldn’t be.
However, he’d have no time to act on that notion. Chaos began to act on his rage, and after quickly swiping at the young man who’d flown high to strike him, he readied his attack. It was like instinct for the Warrior, opening his mouth in time to shout, “Move!” to the others on the roof, before leaping away as Chaos’s sword game down in one quick, smooth arc.
The Warrior landed, and rolled into a crouch, holding his shield up against his side to protect himself from the flying debris of what was once a home. In his right hand, he readied his sword, readied himself to leap into action, to defeat Chaos once more, but as the dust settled, it wasn’t Chaos’s crimson rage that he faced, but the pink-haired woman once more, her blade in one hand, and the other outstretched towards him. In what seemed barely a breath of a second, she was on him. His eyes wide, the Warrior had almost no time to react, to knock her away, before her hand grabbed him, knocking him off balance.
And away. Away.
The nameless man tumbled backwards, his back hitting the hard ground, and he forced himself to roll and recover as quickly as he could, jumping to his feet a short distance away. His gaze was steely, blue eyes filled with fire, and finally, her words sunk in.
She was here to kill him, as well.
The Warrior furrowed his brows in frustration, his jaw tightening with a fury he did not know that he had within him. He pointed his sword towards her, and again, something in his mind begged that she wasn’t an enemy. Behind them was the true battle; Chaos and Discord raining from the sky, the potential end of this world that he’d just begun to know, that he’d met such wonderful new faces, new friends. This world, where others were trapped alongside him, wondering how to get home.
“Do you not realize what is about to happen!” he shouted towards the reaper woman over the sounds of destruction around them, feeling as though her name was on the tip of his tongue, “Chaos will destroy everything if we do not stop him here!”
His plea fell on deaf ears. Though his heart felt it imperative that she understood, his soul called out for her to join him, to help him, to understand, such a thing would not be. In return for his warning, he received the sharp end of a blade once more.
Desperate to rejoin the fight, to shatter the shackles of fate before they could latch and lock, the Warrior acted. Though his body shook with passionate fury, he moved forward with amazing grace, taking a few quick steps forward, “So be it!”
The Warrior twisted his body and jammed his sword into the earth, raking it through with incredible strength, “I shall carve a path through you!”
As he shouted, light sprang forth from the tip of his blade. The sword came up from the ground, and as it did so, a magnificent, shining wave of light magic burst forth and raged it’s way towards Lightning. Knowing full well he’d put his all behind the attack, he considered it enough to, at least, knock the woman back before she could catch up to him. In the few seconds it took for the attack to close in, the Warrior made a mad dash, headed away from her, back to the true conflict with Chaos, back to help his new allies.
He could not afford to waste any more time.
The future of this world was on the line.
The truth goes unspoken, I've even forgotten my name.
Terra watched as seemingly from nowhere another warrior joined the fray and then took to the skies. It was a bold gambit to start off going for the jugular as the dragoon was doing. Though she found no fault in his tactic as she closed her eyes as the roars from Chaos echoed out. Inside her mind she was feeling the same fears that she had before the war against Kefka. Her hand trembled but she quelled it as she attempted to steel herself as she remembered what her friends would most likely do in this situation. :: You are a source of hope Terra. Hope for a brighter future. Will you be that hope or will you let it dwindle away? ::
The words Banon had spoken to her just outside the cave that the Returners had used as their base made her shiver. Those words haunted her to this day as she never did tell him how she felt. How scared she had been at the time. How scared she always was inside of battle and yet she had to be brave. Her internal dilemma was broken with the clash of steel and the voice echoing out for her to move. Pressing her feet into the tiled roof she jumped into the air. Not quite as high as the other person had but with the descending orbs of death surrounding the area she knew what she would have to do. In order to stop the destruction that was coming for the city.
Taking in a deep breath Terra exhaled slowly as her body began to change rather quickly. The orchid colored fur covering her body and her hair extended outward. Catching herself in the air she floated there as she focused out on the largest of the orbs of fire. Raising her right hand aiming toward the ones descending from that direction and the left hand toward the other. Magic would begin to swirl around her hands and with a bright blue burst two spells would fire off as she shouted out the name of the spell. “Ultima.”
Thankfully she had so much presence to know the effective range of these spells but the sheer strength of the spells would whip up a pair of strong winds from the bursts of magic that impacted into the orbs that floated and where descending toward the city. Focusing her eyes she swung another burst of magic in her hands aiming them at Chaos. “You like using fire… So do I… Merton.”
A spell of what could only be described as molten lava floating in the air flung itself onto the form of Chaos. It would burn and seer with her enhanced magical strength of her being in her Esperkin state.
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Dec 10, 2015 13:22:44 GMT -6
Over the course of his not-so-long experiences as a Warrior of Light, Faris had faced more monsters than he could count. He'd stared down ancient shrine guardians, extra-dimensional apparitions, and even an evil tree. Still, in all his strange and numerous adventures, he had never encountered anything quite like this.
As Faris plummeted towards his target, spear outstretched, the emboldened demon folded in its wings and barreled out of the way. "What the-?" Faris blinked in surprise as his lance pierced through air. Before he could prepare his landing, the demon had twisted around and thrown out an open palm. Yellowed claws glowed red and Faris registered that he needed to move, and quickly. He tried to spin himself to the left as he fell, but it wasn't quite enough. Magic blasted like a gale force wind and caught him hot in the shoulder. The force of it sent Faris flying backwards, head over heels until he crashed back-first into the adjacent rooftops. Had he not been armed, the trauma of it might have killed him. With the protection of the earth crystal and his sacred, once-sealed armor, it merely dazed him. When his vision had cleared of wood splinters and bits of shingle, Faris found himself partially entrenched into a half-rotten roof.
"You addle-pated, foul-complexioned scofflaw!" Faris groaned out the first curses that came to mind -- a pirate's tongue which always lurked in his subconscious. With a shake of his helmed head, he raised himself from the wreckage and stretched sore muscles in tension-relieving cracks. There was another blast, a scattering of wreckage, and then screams. Wincing, Faris grabbed his lance in time to hear the great fiend bellow.
"Your deaths will be slow and agonizing!"
"You like drawing a mighty lot of attention, don't you?" Faris readied his spear and glanced at his would-be allies before chancing another jump.
They did not appear to be doing well.
The knight was handling his own battle -- a new battle with someone Faris had never seen before. His attacker was a woman from the looks of it, dressed all in black with a leather chest-plate and a loose skirt at one hip. But it was the hair that most caught Faris' attention -- Pink. If Faris hadn't known better, he might have mistaken the woman for his sister, Lenna. But of course, Lenna was one of the sweetest, most caring people in the world and would never attack someone unprovoked. This woman seemed to have a fire in her that would have challenged the devil itself. She attacked the knight mercilessly, and what terrible timing it was. As the great fiend readied another strike, it was all the knight could do to knock the woman aside.
The magic-using girl on the other hand, well, Faris didn't know what to make of it. Suddenly the girl was floating up off the ground like a goddamn hummingbird. Then there was fur. Purple fur that spread from her head down her neck and replaced her dress and tights with neon hair. Faris blinked back surprise, but didn't have time to wonder what was happening. The creature was moving again, and Faris guessed that if he wanted to attack then he needed to act now.
He launched himself into the air again with enough force to send the roof's remaining shingles flying. He flew up behind the monster, about four feet out of reach, before reading his spear for a swing this time (no need to risk another downwards attack) when a sudden and terrible wind whipped at his face and hair. Faris knew that wind, and knew well enough not to ask questions when it stirred. He managed only a single, half-hearted swing before light once again filled his eyes and he let himself fall. Not a foot above his head, the magic struck. It was a terrible kind of magic, the kind he knew that he almost certainly wouldn't have survived. It burst above him like fireworks of purple, red, and most interestingly black as though it were ripping apart the fabric of reality itself. Faris landed hard on the cobble-stone street below. He had barely enough time to orient himself before he heard the girl voice, and a sudden heat erupted above his head. Faris' eyes widened a great beam of light burst from the girl followed by-
Faris jumped a second before the fire crashed down like a wave where he'd been standing. Lava. The girl had summoned goddamn lava at the fiend which now flowed freely into the streets below. Faris landed on a nearby roof and then another farther from the flames. One by one, the wooden buildings were engulfed by the flames. "Watch where you're throwing your spells!" Faris yelled at the furry girl creature. Then, for extra luck, he drew his spear and pointed it in the direction of the pink-haired swords-woman. "And you! Where do you get off holding anyone for dead when the gates of hell have burst open? Don't you see we've got the devil himself bearing down on us?" Faris readied his spear and, because he figured the knight could probably do more good against the monster than he could, charged down the pink-haired madwoman. He swung the edge of his lance in her direction and then, when she was sure to dodge the blow, placed himself between her and the knight.
"I'll help you, lad. Just strike that damned beast from the sky!"
It seemed like the world itself bellowed from above when the monster of Chaos raged and began his declared battle against all that stood in his path. Their crime? Simply existing. In a way, this entity and Lightning were very much alike.. but she refused to see it that way. She killed for a purpose. Well.. not 'killing'. Purifying. Cleansing. Not everyone was destined to such a fate - only the ones that sickened the planet.
When the blow came down and crushed the concrete beneath them, her first move was to phase through the air in a bright flash of red, grabbing hold of the Warrior's pauldron, and then blinking away from the battle a good distance. And then again.. further.. further.. Until they were at least out of his immediate reach and she stood before him yet again with the same expression and obvious threat she'd given him earlier. Finally, they stared one another down and he had the chance to speak.
Lightning waited in stillness as the armored knight slowly made his way back up to his feet with only the sound of the capes along her waist snapping in the wind as a response to the contrasting chaos and fire beyond them. Though he finally had the right mind to raise his sword - a sign that he meant to accept her challenge which earned a harsher grip on her hilt from Lightning - his eyes contradicted him. It was clear that he mentally battled with his next action. Her head only slightly tilted from the lack of explanation he gave until he spoke it clearly with a tone of both some form of righteous anger and desperation.
Hmn.. an interesting thought. If that being was truly as powerful as it seemed, it would destroy the balanced souls without a thought. That was not in her plans.. Perhaps this man's death would have to wait. As Lightning continued to mull over outcomes, the warrior had proved he had no intention of having her respond - a foolish decision - and thrust the power of his blade unto the earth to rip a wave of destructive blinding light towards her. Holy magic, she could feel it, and her eyes opened a bit further in surprise (an emotion that was new to her) at its speed and strength. It forced her to leap backwards and cover her free arm over her eyes to shield them. By the time the dust had settled the warrior was well on his way back towards the battle.
Lightning gave chase in the way she saw fit; simply walking. He wasn't going anywhere.. so there was no need to rush. Her sword remained at her side as the screaming civilians ran frantically past her. Well.. until one of them near her happened to hold too much of a tinge out of the 'neutral' spectrum in their soul. Without her eyes leaving the back of the knight's helmet, her sword swung through the air and heaved a man in two. She didn't stop walking, flicked her blade clean of the loose blood, and continued on her way. But then... the spearwielder halted her. Lightning slid swiftly to the side from the predictable slash before stopping in her tracks and thinning her eyes at him.
And here she was about to agree the terms of 'common enemy'. After all, she couldn't face this beast alone - at least not now. There was a higher chance of victory with the four of them and leaving the warrior for after.
"..My fight isn't with you.. But if you stand in my, I will make you regret it."
Very well. If what they wanted was to point fingers after she'd thought of actually helping the poor lot, then she would have to think twice about leaving these two balanced warriors in peace - especially this one. A large molten rock lobbed through the sky towards the two of them and Lightning shot out a hand, commanding it to cover over in ice and clenching her hand to a fist. The icey rock burst into white, glistening powder and fell swiftly towards them with weightlessness and settled on the ground; a small pile of snow. She didn't lift her sword to the lancer but instead to the warrior again to hopefully draw your attention. "Knight! After this battle, if you walk away alive, you will answer to me." It wasn't a question. It was a 'Fine.. you've got my help. For now.' "And you..." her eyes slid over to the purple-haired one. "Don't make me rethink my mercy."
With that said, Lightning blinked through the air once more and reappeared directly in front of Chaos' great maw without anger and without fear. Only focus. She slashed her blade forward towards his glowing eyes against his hard skin, then again, and again. A flurry of strikes to keep his attention occupied.
