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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
The four were strong, in their own way and their own right. Chaos' observed the various skills of the Lance Wielding man and the Magicka User with muted, but present, interest. The Warrior was already etched in his mind, and this new pink haired warrior, even as she moved to attack him, impressed him greatly. Her blade raked across his face as the first burst of magicka hit him, and it would be at this point that Chaos realized that the Warrior of Light was indeed missing from the spot he had just been.
Chaos' initial reaction to the Warrior's sudden removal from the immediate area was an inhuman cry of frustration, his target now pulled out of his reach as some odd but amazingly familiar form of magicka struck him, causing him even greater pain, on top of what he had been already experiencing, having been remade. The pink haired warrior had actually cut him across the face, his growls now turning into more deep, anguished roars. The images of the cycles had been an endless roulette of confusion and anger, his fists clenched as his eyes scanned for the Warrior of Light. Had he been focused, he would have found him, but instead, he looked straight down.
People. People by the hundreds clamored and scrambled to leave the battleground as Chaos' already grotesque snarl curled into what was unmistakably an evil grin. He let out a roar, flipped over in midair, and rocketed towards the street, the explosion of power erupting from his body upon impact, sending many people flying from the epicenter of the explosion. Chaos had reached out, grabbing an unwary denizen of Torensten, and roared, crushing the man effortlessly in his grip. Screams of terror and anguish erupted from the street he descended upon as his sword mowed down another crowd, the sickening sound of bodies and parts hitting the ground and walls. Several guards approached, drawing weapons, but stopped at the scene, pale as they saw the massacre.
"... To whatever God there is, please... please help-" the man's prayer was interrupted by the thud of two large, clawed feet directly in front of the guard. He looked at the feet, and his eyes trailed up the beast to Chaos' face, the smile still etched on the monster's jaw.
"Your prayer has been answered. I will help end your suffering." he said in an oddly calm voice, raising a foot, and stomping.
Swords clattered as they were dropped by the brave souls who sought to protect the townspeople. It couldn't be held against them; There was nothing they could do. The fate of the survivors laid within the hands of the four above, despite their differences. Chaos scooped his hands in the crowd, pleased that this time, he grabbed a young girl, barely a teenager, holding her up for the heroes to see.
"If you wish for as swift a death as she will have, then come to me, O courageous souls... Come to your inevitable end." he said. His mind slowed, but his rage remained. Power and Discord itself surged through his body, his yellow orbs piercing through air, smoke, and fire to the four.
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No, no.
Every second, every step, every breath now counted. The pink-haired, would-be reaper had dragged him so very far from the battle, from the center of Torensten, where discord was raining from the sky -- fire, lightning, wind. Though his dragoon ally had bought him time, every tick of the clock weighed heavy. The screams of innocent people carried in the air, he ran past them, through the crowd, thankful that others leapt out of his way. His heart beat faster and faster, panic rising in his gut. It wasn’t Chaos that he feared, far from it, but for the people. The innocent people still stuck, still trying to escape, their screams and cries ringing in his ears, latching onto his soul, begging to be saved. Men, women, children. Though one of his allies was in the air, fighting, and even the familiar young woman who attempted to take his life had taken to Chaos instead, the nameless knight knew that the beast would treat them as nothing but flies, despite the pain they caused him. He had seen the rage in Chaos’s eyes, heard the fury in his voice. Discord was at it’s absolute worst, the pinnacle of destruction, pain, and nightmarish, murderous fury.
And as Chaos dropped from the sky, the Warrior’s heart plummeted.
He wasn’t fast enough. By just a minute or two, he wasn’t fast enough.
The Warrior knew what he would find as he rounded a final corner to approach Chaos. He knew what would lie in that open space, yet, that didn’t make him any more prepared for it.
His feet did not stop moving. Around him were the massacred bodies of civilians unlucky enough to have not escape any sooner. Broken human forms, blood. Pieces. Soulless eyes. Big and little, young and old. Mothers. Fathers. Children. Their lives ended, because of something so senseless, so random -- something that could have been stopped. The Warrior’s blood ran cold, a knife twisted in his heart. As he ran, ran forward through warm, innocent spilled blood, he let it splash his armor, stain his cape. He would carry their deaths on his shoulders, as his responsibility. He ushered them a silent apology.
Forgiveness would have to wait.
Ahead of him lie Chaos, who reached into the fleeing crowd and dared to touch another living soul. Inside, the Warrior felt the burst of rage and fear, the flames of hate rising high in his chest. Yet, he opted to try and quell them, to remove them. Those feelings would only feed Chaos. He had to set aside the angry guilt he felt for the dead, the intense rage he felt as he approached the God of Discord. Those emotions would be bottled up and dealt with later.
For now there was nothing else, but for light to vanquish the darkness once more.
The Warrior had closed in enough on Chaos and his captive to act. He would make sure, this time, that the God of Discord remained focused on him. The guardian of light, Cosmos’ champion. The bane of discord’s existence.
“Lightning!” He cried out, loud enough to hopefully draw Chaos’s attention. Immediately, the Warrior’s power surged around him, forming six large, brightly colored swords of light. With a sweeping motion, he ushered the swords to pierce the arm holding the young girl captive. He didn’t have time to ensure they struck true, but he felt it more than enough to cause discord that enough pain that he would let go of the child. If the swords actually pierced through the God’s tough hide, well, that would be a bonus. Feeling his allies close by, he opted to let one of them catch the girl as she fell.
As soon as the swords were sent off, the Warrior pushed himself off of the ground, launching himself into the air, close enough to Chaos to strike. There was a breath of a moment, where the nameless knight was able to take in Chaos’s gaze, the intense, savage power and fury and hurt.
It fueled his own fire. How many times did those eyes haunt him in his dreams, reminding him that he was a pawn of destiny.
“I refuse to be shackled by fate once more!”
With that, the Warrior acted. His body and his sword shined brightly, and with expert ease and grace, his started a flurry of sword strikes* against the God of Discord. Strike after heavy strike was met with resistance, Chaos’s form was nothing to underestimate after all, yet still he twirled his sword for one final, powerful stab, hoping to knock the god off balance.
Destiny. Fate. Whatever had brought Chaos to this land, back into his life, it would meet a swift end.
[The asterisk is a link to a video of WoL’s HP attacks from Dissidia. Just watch the move from 1:04 to 1:06. Because I really suck at explaining it better xD]
As Chaos descended down into the masses Terra could not help but feel the same sickening feeling well up within herself. This was a lot like when she watched Kefka do the same thing to the world. Slaughtering people indiscrimanintly was something that the Esperkin would not stand for no matter what was before her. Her eyes went wide as Chaos grabbed a young child from the crowd and lifted her up and declared his intention to give her a swift death. This brought Terra’s blood to a boiling point.
“I have stared down a god before. I have casted down that god and you are going to be no different Chaos…” The words would be loud enough if any where close enough to hear it with eae but at the distance Chaos was would be difficult to hear it. Her eyes where looking directly at the incoming Warrior of light and the moment that she saw what he was aiming at she blasted forward. Her Esperkin form being the only other form that could naturally fly she moved as fast as she dared to. Swopping in closer and closer to the falling girl. As she closed in she knew she would not get to her in time so she closed her eyes and a surge of magic burst forth from Terra once more. A float spell hurtled forth touching the girl and giving her wings to slow her descent at the last seconds.
Closing her eyes Terra dove and finally got ahold of the younger girl. Holding her gently yet hard she continued with her speed until she had gotten her several blocks away from the fighting. Setting her down Terra would look at the young girl and spoke out toward her in her slightly distorted voice. “Run… and run fast as far to someone you knows house nearby. Just go and hide. We will take care of this…”
Nodding the young teen wiped tears from her eyes and did exactly as she had been told to do as Terra turned to go back toward the battlefield. :: That is one soul not being condemned to hell on this day. :
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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 16, 2015 21:53:16 GMT -6
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
[attr="class","itsover"] There was something wrong with this woman -- with this pink-haired fiend who looked too much like Lenna. Faris had charged over to distract her and give the poor, battle-hounded knight a chance at the demon hanging over them, but the woman didn't seem much interested in Faris at all. In fact, as Faris approached, the woman's attention was caught more by the fleeing civilians. They came in droves now from the heart of the beast called "Chaos." They swarmed like ants, running in panicking circles, dragging along children, fleeing both the beast and the flow of lava. The woman's eyes caught one in a sudden snap -- a young man in a half-tucked shirt and glasses. Then, almost faster than Faris could follow, she whipped out her sword.
And sliced the man in half.
Faris' eyes widened at the shower of red. Flesh fell from flesh. Bone cracked from bone. For a moment, the two pieces held steady before they fell like weighted meat, viscera spraying the ground.
The woman did not raise her sword to Faris. She only dodged his swing and then gave him a look like death.
"My fight isn't with you. But if you stand in my way, I will make you regret it."
"What in the blazes is wrong with you? That man...That was a man!" Faris could only stare at the bloody mess before her, partially obscured now by screaming, running people. He had seen death before. He'd killed monsters and watched innocent people die. But this -- this had been emotionless. Quick. The woman hadn't even given it a thought.
Faris felt his hands tighten on his spear.
"Knight!" The woman raised her blade to the man Faris had defended. "After this battle, if you walk away alive, you will answer to me." She glanced to Faris without moving her sword. "And you...Don't make me rethink my mercy."
"You vile, dirty-handed..." Faris started, but no. For once, there were no words. He had watched that man die in the blink of an eye, and this woman had the gall to talk about mercy? But before Faris could show her what he thought of her mercy, she was already dashing down the street, past (thankfully ignored) civilians and rushing full-force at the beast above them.
"Get back here, you yellow-livered murderer!" Faris let out a cry of rage and started after her, spear held tightly on his shoulder. Wrath was in every beat of his heart. It strengthened him like a spell, this desire to beat the woman senseless and dole out every pain she'd inflicted ten-fold. But the woman was fast, and before Faris could even begin, she'd already launched herself into the air and began a flurry of swordstrikes onto the demon. The fiend bellowed in pain as it was blinded-sided by light, blade, and magic.
Then the demon turned its attention down to the street. And the situation changed.
The citizens of Torensten hadn't yet evacuated. There were still plenty of them, rushing, fleeing, and screaming below the great monster itself. Even with their commotion, the beast didn't seem to have noticed them in the fray. But as its attention wandered down, something changed in its eyes. They widened slightly, and then narrowed in predatory focus.
Faris knew what was going to happen a moment before it did. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.
The beast ignored the swordswoman. It ignored the mage. In that split second, its attention switched, and suddenly it was swooping down like a hawk. The earth shook with power as it hit the street. Innocent bodies were sent flying with the force of an explosion. It reached out a clawed hand and swiped up a woman like a ragdoll. There was a crunch, an oozing cry, and then blood. The beast whipped out its giant sword and swung it effortlessly into the remaining crowd. Screams were silenced in steely crashes. Guards were halted in a stomp of horned feet.
In less than fifteen seconds, the plaza was stained in red.
Faris' mind jolted back to action. His body was moving on its own. It was the hardened instincts of a warrior. Ignore fear. Ignore rage. Suddenly, Faris felt nothing but the movement of his body and the bursts of adrenaline. He had fought hundreds of battles before this, and this was just another to add to the list. Or at least, that's what he told himself.
The monster's arm swept the street and picked out one of the last survivors. There was a scream -- high-pitched. Young. The demon bellowed out a challenge: "If you wish for as swift a death as she will have, then come to me, O courageous souls... Come to your inevitable end." Faris ran until he'd positioned himself directly before the beast and then jumped in a great, leaping bound. As he traveled through the air, he saw her. A young girl, maybe Krile's age, crying and beating her hands against the twisted creature's fist. He rose above the beast, and there was a flash of light. A barrage of sword rained on the demon's grip like throwing daggers. The monster's grip loosened and the girl fell. Faris' eyes widened at the movement. He was going up -- not down. He'd never catch her in time. She was going to-
The girl was taken in a streak of purple. That furry mage. Faris banished the worry from his heart and let his momentum take him to his jump's peak. As his movement slowed, he saw the creature from a bird's eye view. He saw great, curling horns, red-streaked eyes, and a mouth of snarling, jagged teeth. In that moment, Faris let his rage build and leave him in streamlined focus. As the knight struck from below, Faris aimed his lance from above.
He thrust himself down with all of his might, spear outstretched and projected towards the back of the monster's yellowed neck.
Her strikes continued relentlessly, slashing her blade in differing angles to keep the beast guessing without any kind of pattern to attempt and study. Finally, her sword swung hard enough in just the right spot to strike over an angry, luminescent eye. Something between tar and blood pooled downward between the creases of his hardened, nearly-bone mask and drenched the edge of her crimson saber. At this success, her eyes thinned and she gave no hesitation to rear her sword back again to strike in the same place.
Unfortunately, her readying strike was long enough for her to feel the nearly sonic shove of Chaos' mighty wings which shot her a good distance across the sky as he twisted himself about freely. Lightning recovered with a muted growl and watched with wide eyes as she felt dozens upon dozens of balanced souls scream their last, the earth cracking beneath the demon's weight and power.
There had been so many sparks.. so many small flames that she could sense in the darkness. And now, they had all been snuffed out by the cause of this discord. He was killing everything that she was fighting to cure.. What healthy, balanced world could their possibly be if just as many of their souls passed on as the sick ones that she harvested? For a moment, she lingered in the air with a staring expression down at all of the bodies with crushed souls that deserved life. The crying, the shouting, the cursing and burning in the air all fell mute on her ears at the sight of shattered, balanced spirits.
Slowly, her brows pulled forward closer to the upper bridge of her nose and the leather of her glove stretched against her blade's handle with the amount of tension with which she gripped it. No other commendable souls would fall at the hands of such a fowl, vile thing. Lightning's teeth clenched behind closed lips and a stern jaw as her eyes moved haltingly upwards at the war scene.
'Lightning!'
A voice that her memory couldn't lock into place called her name, but it broke her focus. Her dark crystal gaze snapped only for a moment in the Warrior of Light's direction. Had he shouted for her, or for the magic that he'd summoned? Regardless, the distraction was enough to set her into motion. The girl Chaos had grabbed had been saved by the Warrior and the magic-covered woman, but the dragoon rocketted into the air. Until she could no longer see her, Lightning had watched her burst through the clouds. When she felt her presence begin to descend, the soul-collector broke the barriers of sound in a flash of electric red; thunderbolts of ruby following the trail behind her. With a loud clap of thunder, she appeared before Chaos again - this time facing the town - and cut her blade through the open air to cast a large, divine, hexagonal energy towards every surface and every living being in the immediate area. The powers of a Protect that large had taken plenty out of her.. but she was not detered, or at least didn't show it.
When the sound of pierced flesh reached her ears, followed soon by Chaos' roar, she turned around to see the dragoon's spear sticking into the back of his neck. A second later, Chaos spun around with a large, outstretched slash of his horrid sword that would surely strike the fighter through the air if they did not move quick enough. "Watch it!!" she barked loudly, using the demon's own wrist to jump along and sprint as fast as she could across his span from arm-to-arm until being able to lunge herself towards the dragoon and shove him back harshly in any direction but here. The dragoon had a balanced soul.. and it was still alive. That was all the reason she'd needed to step in. A gasp came from her and she turned quickly around just in time to lift up her shield and block the incoming blow of the enormous weapon.
A large slamming sound, a crack and crumple of materials both inanimate and organic alike, and the rosette was sent flying into the side of a taller, Protected building. The flashing pattern of hexagons appeared again at her impact, keeping the wall in tact and forcing her body to, instead, fall downwards with a heavy *thmp* to the ground - a cloud of dirt forced into the air around her. It took a few seconds, but she opened her eyes to the sight of her own arm and hand lying beside her face, shield broken and limb uselessly limp. With a grunt and a low groan, Lightning stabbed her blade into the ground to help her get to herself knees, then her feet, and stumbled forward only a step until her angry empty eyes glared up at the beast again - left arm loose at her side and lips parted in an attempt to catch her breath. Strange... she'd never felt 'tired' before.
"NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" her voice pierced through the air with hatred at Chaos and she pointed her sword straight up into the air, clouds darkening and swirling in her direction rather than bend to his will. "PERISH!" bolts of thunder struck down one after the other, careful only to maintain in his area to keep the rest of the people out of the blast radius, and she called upon the spell until a draining sensation came over her and caused her to fall to a single knee.
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
In the coming days, and probably weeks, Chaos would look back on this battle and come to be impressed by the actions of the four brave souls that stood against him on this day. The Warrior of Light did not surprise him, such valor and strength to display even in this time of confusion and fear, but acted in a commendable way. Returning in time to land a known but still painful attack with skill unmatched by many caught Chaos just enough off guard for him to loosen his grip on his young captor, who was spirited away by the Esper form of Terra, as he remembered her name. The second onslaught of the Warrior landed true as Chaos was thus thrown back slightly, looking up in time to see the Dragoon in the damned air, again.
But, alas, he was off balance, his wings were cocked to one side, three of his four arms occupied with regaining his balance, while he only had two feet to keep himself upright. The spear wouldn't pierce his flesh, but it would catch and slice all the way down his chest, black blood now flowing from his wounds. He was in pain. But he was also pleasantly surprised.
What confused him about the situation was how, normally, he could almost feel that wretched Cosmos' energy radiating off of them, but this time, that energy was absent. Not only absent, it was almost surely overpowered by the volition of those present to him, most of all by the Warrior and the one called 'Lightning'.
Ah, yes, Lightning. He remembered her presence, how she paved the way for Cosmos to secure the win and allow her warriors passage home. He remembered the feeling of peace he had fallen into when he had finally passed into oblivion.
His thoughts, however, would have to wait, as the pain had suddenly blinded his reason once more, Lightning herself pressing on and striking him with multiple bolts of lightning, sending him crashing into a building behind him, the building collapsing around and on top of him. People stared, slack jawed as they saw this display, and despite everything, began cheering on the four, the party who had stood against this beast.
But, their celebration would be short lived. In a rage, the rubble suddenly went skyward as Chaos, now crouched much like an animal, locked eyes with the Warrior of Light. They had hurt him, yes, but, as his claws dug into the brick and cobblestone ground, it was made evident that he was far from done.
"Big mistake, Warrior." he said cooly, wings extending as he shot into the sky, ripples of air and rock spreading outward as two of Chaos' arms extended above him. Electricity and fire surrounded him and began to form into a growing ball of darkened flames, Chaos' eyes still on the Warrior.
"Even if I have to destroy half of this city, Warrior, I shall have my vengeance!" he roared as, nearby to the fight, Cid the Moogle called out to the Warrior.
"Don't give up! He cannot win!"
The Moogle fluttered some fifty feet away, looking up to Chaos as well, seeing him collect his energy into one, fatal attack. The four before him were the city's only hope, and he prayed that they would be able to save the city as well as themselves.
Chaos held the ball of magic above him for a moment longer, then with one last, bitter laugh, he launched the attack at the Warrior of Light, people screaming as the heat of the magic seemed that like the sun.
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As the Warrior’s last strike landed, adrenaline surged through him at the sight of Chaos falling back. The God’s arms flailed out, trying to regain a balance that was lost from the powerful strike. The nameless knight drifted down from the air, gracefully landing on the scorched ground. His eyes drifted, seeing that the strange girl covered in pink fur had saved Chaos’s captive, and for but a moment relief washed over him. One soul had, at least, been spared from the unnecessary violence that was Discord.
It was but one soul that he owed, for the many that perished before he could save them.
The Warrior was quickly ripped from his thoughts as a familiar, hot black blood splashed down on the ground before him, joining the blood of innocents on his once-shining armor. The dragoon had landed quite the strike against Chaos’s form, having sliced down his chest. Instinct surged through the nameless man, insisting he not jump up quite yet to land another strike. There was still another ally around, and a last strike to be made at Chaos as he continued his stumble.
There it was. Bolts of lightning rained from the sky, causing the God of Discord to crash into a nearby structure. The Warrior was apprehensive for a moment, praying that no unlucky souls had continued to reside there.
That’s when he heard it. Crowd noise. The nameless knight turned his head, his blue eyes fiery, towards the noise of the supportive populace. Anger and worry surged through him -- did they not understand the real danger here, had they not seen the bloody, battered bodies of their friends and family -- why were they standing there, instead of running away?
Before he could open his mouth to scream at them, dark energy surged near him. His sword and shield raised, the Warrior turned his sharp eyes back to Chaos. The God of Discord was crouching, his wings spread and claws gripping the ground. The nameless knight felt as if he was being stared down by a large, hungry beast, reading to lunge for his throat. The air about Chaos was shockingly calm and cool, nothing but a testament to the God’s serene madness.
Chaos shot into the air with force, and the Warrior raised his shield to block the flying, destructive rubble that was left behind in his wake. His gaze shifted skyward, where Chaos seemed to be gathering a large amount of energy very quickly above himself. A moment later, the Warrior’s eyes widened, he quickly glanced about for the location of his allies. His jaw tightened, his body surged with a desperate light.
Chaos was going to destroy everything, in order to kill him.
He couldn’t, that attack was much too powerful to stop alone, it would---
"Don't give up! He cannot win!"
The Warrior didn’t have time to turn to find the source of his encouragement. He merely let the words flow over, strengthening his resolve.
If all of them, if each of his allies pooled their power together, they stood a chance against the hellish power of Chaos’s attempted annihilation.
The Warrior took his stance, preparing to launch himself into the sky as the black, fiery ball of energy began its descent towards them. For a man staring death in the face, he was calm, serene almost as his body began to shine with a pure, white light.
A light that could not grow without help.
“Warriors!” the nameless knight beckoned his allies over the screams of the populace, “Take heed! We must save these people, and we must do this together!”
Confidence filled his heart, and as the Warrior pushed himself off of the ground in a streak of armor and light, he knew that his allies would soon join him to stop this monstrous attack. However, before anything, he had to slow it down. The massive ball of destructing energy was moving much too quickly, and it would reach them all before the others had even a chance to properly react. The closer he came, the more the heat washed over him, stealing the air from his lungs, blinding his eyes, scorching his form. His body felt like it was cooking inside of his armor, and as he finally came within mere feet of Chaos’s attack, he could feel the energy of it threatening to tear him apart.
Close enough now, the Warrior threw his arms forward, his sword and shield radiating with his powerful light. He called on all the energy in his body, the confidence and strength of his allies, and his unshakable resolve for peace. Having mustered up all the power he could, the Warrior summoned a massive shield of light, twice as tall as himself and three times as wide. Chaos’s destructive magic hit the shield, for a moment, the ball stopped.
But, it pushed forward, against the Warrior’s defense, slowly pushing the two of them back down towards the earth, driven onwards by the great hate and power of its creator.
The Warrior grit his teeth, his hands pressing forward against his shield, with all the energy he could muster. His chest heaved with effort, and while his plan had slowed the ball of destruction quite a bit, it was taking everything he had to continue to push back against it. Sweat soaked his hair under his helmet, dripping down his face. His hands began to ache. Every muscle fiber in his body cried out in agony under the intense onslaught of power he was attempting to hold back.
Time moved oddly. His arms screamed that he’d been holding this weight for too long, while his mind retorted that he’d merely been there a few seconds. The massive, dark energy of Chaos was already whittling away at his shield, as fiery tendrils shoved their way through his shield, small holes allowing the energy to leak through and strike at him in angry swipes. The Warrior hissed as he felt the fire whip across his exposed bicep, easily burning the fabric away. He cried out as one whipped across his face, leaving a dark welt that quickly broke his skin open, leaving a long, bleeding gash from eye-to-chin. This much energy and force, it was too much to handle.
Please, my allies, he whispered to himself, the weight of Discord bearing down upon him, punishing his body, sapping away all the strength he had, Band together. For this sake of this world..
With the Warrior having slowed the attack so that the others could help to destroy it, the other three unlikely heroes were the city’s, and the nameless knight's, only chance for survival.
She spun away from the young woman she had saved with a flourish as she propelled herself back toward the battle field. Once she was close she noticed the dragoon come slamming down upon the creature. Causing it to howl out in pain. :: Good. Very good. The creature is not impervious to everything we have thrown at him. He is getting desperate…:: Before she could finish her thought the other woman that was in the brawl reappeared and struck back at Choas also drawing a cry of pain from the beast. Then came a cry from the people that where standing on the ground below her as she zipped past them. To her they where all crazy to still be standing there.
Though she could not allow her mind to dwell on this as she had to get back and help stop the creature from its rampage. Right as she got to the end of the people she saw Chaos jump forth into the air and she felt it. The pull of a massive amount of magical energy directly at Chaos. Freezing as she floated in the air she watched the creature move and then summon a massive fireball from nothingness. This power she was staring down gave her a chill down her spine. As it felt identical to that of the clone prince himself. To her it felt way to familiar and it was in the moment that her fight or flight response kicked in big. Yet instead of what her body was telling her which was to fly off as fast as she could she would not. Clenching her hands she saw a glow begin to coalesce around the Warrior of Light.
As his words echoed out Terra nodded her head in agreement as she took in a deep breath and began to pull on the knowledge of the Espers that had long since vanished. The magicite she had held within her hands or carried on her person and the knowledge they imparted on her flowed into her mind. As she allowed the flow of magic to swirl about herself she looked as the Warrior burst forth and directly at the ball of energy. Bringing her hand up she knew he was trying the direct approach to stop the ball of energy. At this moment she began an incantation to a spell taught to her by the magicite of the Queen of the Forgotten Castle.
As she finished the incantation she felt time begin to slow around her til it was at a near standstill. “Quicken my pace and bless my spell and sword to strike twice in the time it takes others to perceive but one hit Raiden.” No sooner where the words spoken then she felt the surge of the Quick spell surround her person and put her into the hyper state that she had become accustomed to in past. Yet with the planets unique style of magic she did not know how it would work. Yet it worked the same as before. So she raised a hand and a burst of powerful White Magic burst from her hand and flew off to impact the Warrior of Light’s back reenergizing the obviously aching and in pain warrior. With the Curaga spell fired off she closed her eyes and moved herself in what would be perceived as an instantaneous movement to the others to behind the Warrior and off to his left. Raising her hand once more powerful magic began to swirl about her hand and she looked over at him. Nodding toward him in that instance she raised both of her hands.
As her hands opened before her a massive void began to appear. Drawing in the energy from the attack like a hole in a bucket drew water out from it. Yet as it drew in the power she flinched and winced as the fire ripped past the X-Zone spell and caught her flesh creating blood red lines across her arms and legs as she kept her face looking forward and her eyes tightly closed as she focused into the spell’s power to draw as much of the Choas born attack into the void as she could.
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Faris missed his target, but only by a margin. The beast shifted as Faris fell, and instead of propelling himself into the monster's spine, Faris instead brought his spear straight down its great, yellowed chest. Blood splattered his hands and helm as his spear-tip ripped through toughened hide. The beast gave a roar of pain, and Faris let himself fall in a shower of blackened blood drops.
'Aye, so many sacrifices have been made already. I won't stand by while more lives are lost!'
It didn't matter when or where he was, Faris wasn't the type to let innocent people be ravaged by monsters. It was as true now as it had been then. This beast was fearsome, after all, but it was no Exdeath.
"Watch out!" A voice came -- female -- and then something hit Faris and hard. Faris gave a grunt of surprise and then he was hurtling backwards. For the second time, Faris caught a glimpse of buildings rushing closer and tried to twist himself out of the way. For the second time, the force was too much. Faris gasped as he skidded face-first into roofing tile. Wood splintered. Shingles flew. Faris grit his teeth and waited for his momentum to slow. When it did, it was all he could do to brace himself and take a few, shuddering breaths. His armor had absorbed most of the impact, but he still felt bruised, banged, and more than a little shaken. Faris sat up slowly and touched at his bleeding cheek. He didn't want to know what the rest of him looked like.
He hadn't seen the beast swinging for him, but something had ruined his landing. When he was dealing with a dragoon's momentum, one wrong move could spell disaster. Faris grit his teeth and grabbed again for his Holy Lance.
The knight had landed safely in the street below. The furry mage was still protecting the girl the knight had saved. The only one left was that pink-haired murderess, standing right where Faris had fallen and taking a blow like the strike of the earth. The woman stood her ground, shield in hand, but couldn't take the pressure. There was a sharp crack and then she was sent hurtling backwards into a nearby tower. She fell then, but only lifted herself back up. "Not good enough!" she cried, and the skies darkened. Lightning struck the beast in scalding roars of light. Faris shielded his eyes from the blast, breaths heavy and limbs aching. When the sounds stopped, Faris lowered his hand and saw her drop, exhausted, down to one knee. The monster had crashed into another building and laid there buried in refuse and wreckage.
When had she decided to play the hero? Faris took a breath and stood, steadying himself as all around them there was noise. People were cheering. Faris glanced at them from his rooftop vantage point. They were dust-covered, bloodied, and shaken, but their expressions were overjoyed -- exalting even. Faris stared back at them. "What in the name of Neptune do they think they're doing?" Faris muttered. Even after returning from the Rift, Faris hadn't seen that kind of excitement. It felt wrong, somehow, in the same way he shuddered every time the knights of Tycoon called him "miss." A girl of about ten looked up at Faris in adoration. Faris gave her an awkward look and regripped the shaft of his spear.
There was a rumble and then a monstrous roar. The cheering stopped as debris rained down like water. The beast had broken out of his prison, and now crouched there, snarling like a wounded animal. Its eyes burned with fire and bloodlust alike. It watched the knight with a sneer of its sharpened teeth. "Big mistake, warrior." Its voice seemed calmer now than before, but somehow it settled even worse. Faris' eyes widened as it spread its wings.
"Hey!" he called to the people still standing below, "Get out of here! Hurry! It's gonna-!" The beast rocketed into the air with the kind of force that a dragoon could only dream of. Its wings let out ripples of wind and rock that pummeled the crowd in waves. Faris cursed beneath his breath and looked up at the fiend. Suddenly it was glowing -- all red, black, and flaming.
"Even if I have to destroy half of this city, Warrior, I shall have my vengeance!" The monster's cry might have come from the bellows of the earth as its power grew, crackled, and then released. People were screaming. The air had grown hot. Faris' eyes widened as he stared up at the mass of energy hurtling towards him.
How was he supposed to stop that?
"Warriors! Take heed! We must save these people, and we must do it together!"
The knight's called pierced through the screaming and chaos. Faris glanced over to see the knight rushing towards the blast. Just when the two were about to collide, there was a flash of white light and a barrier formed between them. A shield? The energy crashed against it, and then pushed down against the struggling knight. The two were on a crash course for the crowd and half the city.
Faris' mind raced. He'd never been one for quick thinking or plans, but that thing needed to be stopped, and he wasn't about to stab it away. "Think, think, you worthless lout. You have the crystals, don't you? There has to be something..." He needed to stop that magic. If only he could make a barrier for himself. If only...
Then he had it. Faris blinked in realization. He just needed to switch classes.
As the knight slowed the magic's fall, Faris stepped forward and called upon the power of the water crystal. Soothing light washed over him in waves. Gone were the pauldrons, the bracers, and the plate-mail. In their place fell white cotton streaked in blue with jutting shoulders. His helm melted to make way for a bandanna and a single horn. Faris didn't only bring the strength of a dragoon.
With the power of the crystals, Faris could be whatever he wanted.
Faris couldn't jump the same as he could only a few seconds ago, but for what he was about to do, he didn't need it. The mage girl zoomed into view, just behind that knight. From his place on the rooftops, Faris was close enough for the spell he wanted to cast. Faris narrowed his eyes in focus.
And suddenly lost it again as the mage girl muttered something and a great black sphere opened before her. "Did you just-?" he gaped. A chill ran down his neck, staring at the thing. "Don't go opening the Rift, are you daft?!" Faris didn't know how the girl had done it, but he couldn't mistake that crushing expanse of all-encompassing black. It sucked in everything near it, and a sudden wind whipped at Faris' hair and sleeves. But for all its power, it didn't seem to affect the knight. Instead, its pulls focused only on the ball of magic in front of it. The rift siphoned its power, and slowly it seemed to weaken.
"Just try not to kill us all," Faris grumbled and then began a chant of his own. The water crystal's power stirred and then heated. Faris felt it on the tip of his tongue -- the word that would end it all. As his spell ended, Faris looked up to the sky and let out his final call. "Carbuncle!"
Light flashed and then rose above him. It formed into a tiny creature, about the size of a cat with wide eyes and a jewel placed squarely on the fur of its forehead. It gave a short shriek and its power spread out in a shock-wave of heat. Everything that its magic touched was immersed in a ruby red light. Faris saw its sparkle dance around the knight, the mage, and the fleeing crowd below. Its job done, the creature dispersed back to the light which had formed it.
Would it be enough? Faris shuddered at the incoming magic. Its heat could have scorched the cliffs of hell. But the knight's strength could only hold for so long -- even with that flying girl summoning the godforsaken Void in its path. When it crashed, they needed some kind of protection. A chance.
When that shield broke, then the magic would either fly back at the beast or they'd all die. Without anything left to lose, Faris liked the sounds of those odds. With the heat bearing down on them and the wind whipping at his face, there was nothing left for Faris to do. He looked up at their impending deaths and gave it a fearless laugh.
The beast had fallen. Physically. Not spiritually. She could still feel its raging darkness in the depths of those ruins she'd second-handedly created. As the people cheered, Lightning let out a breathand dropped her head to think. What else could she do? She had no idea, no memory of her talents and the powers she held.. only these past couple of weeks of experience to draw information from. What else was there besides everything she'd already thrown at it? The supposed 'break' that Chaos seemed to be taking was long enough for her adrenaline to begin to fade.
"Ah-.." she winced, looking down at her dangling shield arm - bruised and horrifyingly loose. Pain was alien to her - this entire sensation was new. Was this.. what it was like to feel mortal? How inconvenient. Then, the gasps of the populace drew her head back upwards and her eyes thinned at the beast that rose again as she caught her breath. His focus was on the Warrior she had only recently attempted to harvest. Him, the magic-covered woman, and the spearwielder had all become her would-be allies if not for just this hour in order to fight a great foe than any of them could single-handedly take on.
Lightning forced herself to her feet again with the help of her sword in the ground and looked up at the blinding light in the sky, the heat of the magic lightly burning the foremost layers of her skin and making her lift her sword arm to protect her eyes from its severity. This was.. beyond anything she'd seen. Or felt. The chaos within him wasn't raging anymore.. actually, it was working like clockwork. Fast, strong, and terrifyingly focused. This was a part of the spectrum she had never seen before and it caused a slight expression of awe on her face before her attention was torn to the Warrior that called out to them all.
“Warriors! Take heed! We must save these people, and we must do this together!”
A grunt went past her clenched teeth. He was right. This power would destroy everything and anything in its way as far as they could see unless they could muster enough to stop it where it manifested. Damn it... Aiding one soul that she was seeking to end in order to protect those below that deserved the healthy life of the planet. She couldn't let them parish. They made this world what it was. The Warrior lifted to the sky, shielding the initial blast with a powerful spell of his own, then the magic woman opened a void with which to drain its power. The spearwielder seemed slightly hesitant.. but then twisted logic itself with the power of a summon strong enough to nearly blind the sky upwards towards the monster. Lightning's arm dropped slowly as she watched the flashes of color - blues and magentas exploding through and within each other in the heart of the air between them and imminent death. But it still wasn't enough.
Lightning pushed past the aches in her body, the exhaustion of her dormant spirit, and she flashed through the sky to the ground beneath them with literally no idea what she was about to do - though she'd never admit it. She had flung herself into dangers before.. and somehow, she'd always learned something new about herself and the powers that bent to her will. The harvester jumped straight up into the air to join them, her sword in her one good hand, and she did the only thing she could think of.
She began to harvest.
Lightning set her sword onto her back and outstretched her gloved hand to command as much of the chaotic magic as she could. This wasn't a soul.. but what other option did she have? Small streams of the large orb burst out like veins towards her - jutting into the center of her chest where the crystal began to glow with vicious life to drain all it could along with the other woman while the two blocked the blast and held it in place. It burned. No, wait, it was freezing. Was it? She swore she could feel her chest turning into iron, weighing her down, and then it started... black seeped into the corners of her vision and she was soon only able to discern the bright, powerful colors she almost admired before.
No.. not yet. She couldn't fall yet. "Nnnn-rrraahhh!!!!" she shouted with rage into the air, neck and jaw flexed and straining so harshly that her lips pulled tight against her teeth. Lightning took in one final phase of the chaos she could and her reaching arm fell just as limp as the other before she felt herself fade. It was slow at first, her drifting backwards, and then she plummetted towards the ground with her eyes only slightly open. She could still see the lights.. she could still hear the low bass hum of the air itself tearing apart at the massive amounts of power that battled one another. But she couldn't move.. couldn't speak, could hardly think. What was this sensation?..
