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They say life's a waste, I say they lack belief. They tell me luck will travel, I tell them that's why I got feet. Left right left right, moving along to the pulse of a heartbeat.
[attr="class","Rose"]
[attr="class","Tea"]@light @vanille Jeesh, Aerith feels so useless without her magic! D:
The panic she felt increased tenfold after Vanille came forward to slap Lightning in the face. It was a bold move, and one that warranted a dangerous outcome. Aerith gasped and had started to go to Vanille, whom had just been slammed into the pillar, but Lightning began to talk again.
Encrypted as her words were, Aerith could piece them together enough to get a little sense of the picture. Cloud would never have parted with his sword unless something terrible went wrong. She could feel a pit rise in her chest. Her stomach ached and chruned... It couldn't be. Cloud... He had to be all right. Right? Aerith snapped her emerald gaze back up to Lightning, but before she could say a word, Vanille had come back and this time, she had her weapon ready. Lightning's sword had almost come down upon Aerith, causing her to flinch and inch away. With Vanille between them, she felt a bit more confident. At least she had a weapon. Aerith truly wished she could have had hers.
Perhaps if the two worked together... Aerith lunched forward and took a grasp on the handle of Vanille's weapon. With two people pulling against Lightning's sword, perhaps they could hold their ground. Perhaps it would keep Vanille from falling too close to the Harvester's deadly blade.
Vanille's gaze snapped to the side as Aerith supported her, adding her strength against their foe's to keep the blade stationary. Still, there was little to be done from such a position, and it was barely a stalemate that they could hold for any length of time. The pair would easily tire before the harvester. Hell, Vanille was unsure if Light ever tired in the first place, never mind with this thing holding her.
Drawing on every ounce of conviction she had, she turned her attention back to Lightning, trying to wrench the blade from the wires, and take Aerith and Vanille with it. She thought deeply in the few seconds she had. No room for error, not a second for rethinking. This was just the definition of do or die.
Vanille grit her teeth. Alas, she wasn't an expert, but one did not live on Pulse without learning how to fight, without drawing on that most primal urge to survive. The girl may have been the last person to expect such savage abandon from, but at her core, she was Pulsian, and failing that, she'd spent too long around Fang. She'd be disappointed in her if she went and lay down here, Vanille thought.
She braced herself. Moment of truth. "Aerith." She said, locked on Lightning's eyes all the while. "On three, pull back as hard as you can. I'm gonna let go, get ready." She tightened her grip, pulling back as hard as she could, as if winding up. "One... Two... Three!"
On her count, the girl lashed out, lunging towards the Harvester without a care for whether or not the blade had managed to free itself. If this was what had to be done... "Just... Another... Target!" She leapt forward, scrabbing at Light's face with feral rage, then attempting the grip the sword arm and force it down, away from her. If her fists were all she had left, she'd use them.
For children, they were much stronger than they looked. Their light, especially, shone far brighter than the average warrior. They would make marvelous sacrifices to the growth of her power. The less light was available to shine, the more the shadows would grow. The Harvester's body was the perfect host for scouring the planet with chaos. She continued to keep her grip where it was, pulling the two towards her much slower than she had when it had been the easily-overpowered Vanille.
Her jaw clenched and her face became irritated at the two. As they pulled back in one large, last feat, Lightning dug her heels into the ground. A low, echoing bass rumbled from her - bouncing off of the walls and causing old dust from the temple's age to fall from a few cracks in the high chasm of the ceiling. The crystal on her chest, once a pure and clear silver, glowed with a deep maroon and caused her visible skin to pale - the veins beneath it in her face and arms visible as the blood in her body pulsed faster to compensate for strength.
With a large, deep yell, she pulled the buster sword with far greater strength the second Vanille had launched herself, still tugging Aerith towards her as the redheaded girl went right for her face. Nails dug into her face, causing her eyes to shut and body to thrash from her refusal to let the sword go. It was annoying more than anything, but she'd done successfully what she'd meant to do; surprise her. Lightning gave one, final, heavy tug of the blade to pull Aerith to her if she was still holding on, hearing the snapping sound of a wire or two from the rod.
"Hnngg-rah!"finally, she held the buster sword in a single hand at her side and used her other arm to fling a forceful push of Ruin towards Vanille, swinging the blade in a wide sweep to make Vanille either fall back or take a hit - hopefully the other girl as well. When Lightning took a step away, she had to wipe her eyes free of numerous, annoying trails of blood from the girl's nails having dug into her forehead and cheek. "Little witch," she snarled, glaring at the both of them. "You'll have to do better than that," the snarl slowly turned into some, sadistic smile, "-if you plan on living."
TAGS : @vanille , Aerith Gainsborough --- NOTES: My code is f'd up sorry lol
They say life's a waste, I say they lack belief. They tell me luck will travel, I tell them that's why I got feet. Left right left right, moving along to the pulse of a heartbeat.
[attr="class","Rose"]
[attr="class","Tea"]@light @vanille maybe now she's not so useless
Fighting physically wasn't her strong suit and it made her visibly nervous to have Vanille propose such a plan. Without the two of them holding the blade at bay, it might spell the end for her. But Aerith nodded and gulped, her mind made up in a matter of seconds. She'd do what she had to in order to help Vanille out.
After the last call, she braced herself as best as she could. Her worn boots dug into the dusty floor of the temple. However, all of that bracing was for naught as Lightning released a primal cry and the area around them seemed to shake and tremble. She suddenly lurched the blade up and away, pulling Aerith with it. It was as if Lightning had gained a tremendous amount of strength. Deep down, Aerith knew she probably wouldn't survive this. She couldn't quite find the courage to let go. Scared stiff, as the saying goes. All she could retain in that moment was that she was slowly getting closer to the monstrous Lightning, and the sword was now in a position to sweep down upon them.
But... She couldn't just stand there! Even Vanille, who was now weaponless and right beneath the blade of the enemy, had begun to fight back with all that she had. It might have been primal, but it was what she had to do to survive. Aerith finally released her clenched fingers from around the strange weapon and she managed to step away as Lightning swept at them with her large sword. The sword did not immediately go for her, however. Vanille was closer and the sword loomed and finally swept in attack.
"No!" Aerith cried out, wishing now that she had tried harder to use the weapon to keep the sword back. Her heart fluttered in panic. What could she really do? She had wanted so much to save this girl. She did not want any death or destruction to come of this. But she felt so useless, so powerless without a weapon or any sort of strength.
Aerith's mouth had opened to cry out again, and her eyes shut tight. Please... someone, anyone... help!
What she missed as her eyes shut tight was the bright flash of light that illuminated the temple. It lasted only for a few seconds, and the only reason she opened her eyes once more was because she heard a blood-curdling scream, and it didn't sound like Vanille.
Nervous laughter managed to escape Vanille's lips as she backed away from the hunter. She crossed her arms in front of her body in a defensive stance, ready to take the attack the Lightning was inevitably readying. And of course, with the blow, came the trash talk.
"I know." She snickered, shielding her face and yelping nonetheless as the ruin spell impacted her, making no attempt to dodge. She'd seen worse... Felt worse. At most, the attack sent her skidding backwards, bleeding her a little, but it did not break her stance. She looked back up, scowling this time, prepared to take more if she had to. "But it saves me doing it to you later."
Not the greatest comeback ever made, but Vanille was sure Light would appreciate it when she woke up. When. This was commitment. If Vanille had to be beaten down a thousand times like this... She'd still see to it that Lightning remembered. She was sure that with the others, she could achieve that goal, but even if it was just her...
A flash of light, sudden and harsh, encompassed the room. From the beastly roars that bellowed from within the blinding burst, Vanille could tell that the creature was not at all fond of that spell. Spell. Aerith could cast! This gave them something they could work with. This gave them something slightly more effective.
As her gaze adjusted, she grabbed her weapon back from Aerith, nodding in a gesture of both thanks and praise for the opportunity. She hadn't intended for this, hell, she hadn't expected it, but she could work with it. She was nothing if not flexible. Dashing towards the stunned harvester, she slung the remaining cords out, wrapping them about her target's ankles. This time, she wouldn't be cut off so easily. She twisted the rod, dancing and spinning around Lightning, evading any frenzied blows she might try to swing.
Satisfied with the integrity of the bindings that now wove their way up Lightning's legs, she gave a final heave to pull them out from under her, letting her foe clatter to the ground. Seeing her once more disabled, Vanille pounced, pinning the woman by the shoulders.
"Lightning!" She growled. "Lightning, listen to me! Listen to me, not it!"
Good. The fool had taken the hit. In the split second of the Ruin's connection, the parasite analyzed what weaknesses she could. It hadn't done any major damage, but it had slowed her down. Muscles in her shoulders and her calves would soon start to feel the pressure of being pushed too hard for too long, aches in her elbows and knees following after from the toll the magic attack had taken on her. Her reflexes would fail her, she would grow frustrated, and then her mentality and second-guessing would become her enemy and cause her demise. At best; she had a few minutes left.. and the Chaos knew it could well outlast that.
What she didn't expect though, just as the blade's edge shined across the face of the brunette woman and her arms went to cover herself in a last-ditch defense, was the pulsing, powerful sensation that erupted from her core and into every corner of the room. It blinded Lightning - not just physically, but rid her of all focus and adrenaline-gained strength that had snowballed during the short skirmish. At first, the Chaos let out a shriek in a myriad of voices; a horrifyingly gathered choir past the Harvester's lips that cried out. Then, amid them, was the woman's natural voice and reaction as she was made to stumble back and shield her face and dropped the large claymore to the dusty ground.
Beneath the leather and steel armor, her skin burned. That which was exposed seemed thinned and occasionally, in certain areas, ashen as if it would crumble away like a pale and colorless sandstone. Then, before she could recover from the disorientation and somehow powerfully painful sensation, wires wrapped about her wobbly stance and sent her crashing to the stone floor. The girl was suddenly atop her with hands kept heavily against her shoulders. In her current weakness, the girl seemed much stronger than before. As the shrunken-back Chaos attempted to reboot itself, the crystal's maroon color on her chest faded to show a fraction of its pure silver, eyes fluttering with its shift, until the deep rose pooled within it hungrily again and her gaze locked on the girl above her.
Veins beneath the ivory skin of her face pulsed with an alien rage, dark and angered, and her arm lashed out from beneath the pin to grab Vanille's opposite wrist across her chest. Her fingers gripped like a vice and she exposed her teeth - an predatory animal ashamed by its prey - and a dark spell seeped from the palm of her hand into the girl's skin. No.. beyond that. Into her flesh, her bone, her blood. With a violent whip, she yanked the hand off and swung her like a rag doll to the ground beside her before standing quickly to her feet, grabbing the large sword, and catching her breath.
The Harvester spun around to give one, final look at the two with chest heaving and eyes ready to kill. But without knowing what in the hell that spell had been-.. there was no easy way to determine a victory. Curse them. "Nnnaaah!!!" she shouted swinging he blade in a large, moon-like arc above her own head to send an extended slash upwards along the ceiling. The straight line cut old rock loose, collapsing in boulder-sized chunks one after the other and crashing to the ground. It shook the temple and sent clouds of dust to cover the room. When it had settled, the way between them was blocked off. That girl ha gotten lucky. Again. For now, she would continue to meditate in the temple... until thinking of a way to slay the light-bringer friend she'd made.
They say life's a waste, I say they lack belief. They tell me luck will travel, I tell them that's why I got feet. Left right left right, moving along to the pulse of a heartbeat.
[attr="class","Rose"]
[attr="class","Tea"]@light @vanille maybe now she's not so useless
"What?" she meekly muttered, confusion and awe all setting in at the same time. She had done something to the woman to make her scream. Vanille had somehow survived the onslaught that Lightning had prepared and she bounced right back into action while the Harvester was stunned. Aerith handed over Vanille's weapon without any sort of hesitation and she watched the action unfold before her again. She was still so scared... Scared for Vanille and what Lightning would do once the stun wore off. Aerith clutched her fingers into a fist in front of her chest. She prayed that... however she cast that spell, that she'd be able to do it again... If she could.
"Go, Vanille!" she managed to shout her praise toward the girl, though it came out pitifully stammered. Getting so close to Lightning might have been a bad move, but Vanille seemed to wrap the wires around her legs with ease. What an interesting tool. What was even more interesting was what was happening to Lightning... Ashen skin, her veins pumping and bulging. Whatever was inside of her was monstrous and it didn't look pleased. Aerith studied the woman as she screamed and writhed in pain after her spell had hit. Just... what was she...?
In a matter of seconds, the Harvester went from agonizing pain to predatory rage. She grabbed for Vanille and Aerith was too slow to react. The red-headed woman was already thrown to the ground before Aerith could even move foward. Aerith cried out and began to run for her ally. Lightning had swung her sword up and the ceiling began to fall all around them. Aerith fell to the floor, hovering above Vanille to shield her from any falling debris. Chunks of rock crashed into her back, her shoulders, her legs, but she tried her best to stay stable and protect her friend.
The dust and falling rocks settled, and a large pile was left where Lightning had previously stood. A quick glance said there may not be another way around... And just as well, Aerith did not feel like going after the possessed woman. She groaned lightly and sat up. Bits of rock and small pebbles fell off of her shoulders, and she pushed herself to her knees. From there, she looked down with concern at Vanille. "Vanille? You okay?" she asked, near frantic. The girl had taken a hard hit, and was unresponsive even as the brunette gently shook her shoulders. "Vanille, answer me! Please..."
Nothing. This wretched thing that controlled her friend... It's grip was so tight, it was hard to tell if this was even Light or just a shambling corpse, controlled by something beyond her comprehension. The puppet master behind her just blocked out any meaning Vanille's voice may have had, and it hurt. It hurt more than the scathing burn creeping up her arm.
She winced as Lightning clasped her wrist, pouring a vile, twisted spell into her. It burned, from the inside, like her blood was boiling. Yet, she bit back any scream or cry of pain, gritting her teeth and tearing up as she saw the woman's feral rage. She held firm even as the pain crawled further and further along, painting her arm a putrid black-purple, coiling, evil markings covering her skin. As she looked down, she bit her lip. "Fine... I'm sorry, Light. I'm sorry for you. Because I know you won't let this go."
As she finished the whisper, she finally called out as the spell stopped proceeding. Light had tossed her across the room, skidding to Aerith's feet. With the release of her wrist, the corruption on her arm erupted into a blaze of excruciating agony. Her back arched upwards and her scream echoed through the halls, and only ceased when her throat ran too dry to continue. Even as the ceiling crumbled from Lightning's escaping slash, she was deaf to the world.
She didn't respond to Aerith's pleas. She couldn't. There were no words left in her. She clutched her arm, cradling it as tears streamed down her cheeks. She was silent, rocking herself in pain for several minutes before she spoke again, enraged and dismayed all at once. "Dammit!" She howled, slowly sitting herself up and staring at the exit, through which moonlight now shone. "Damn... It... All."
Vanille examined her arm. It was nowhere near as sore as it had been, but it still seared, like she had held it over a fire. The mark was unmissable - her entire arm consumed by a hideous, dark taint, right up to her shoulder. She could feel it spreading, too. Slow, agonizing and patient.
She slumped, sighing. "Aerith... I'm sorry you got dragged into that. Thank you for the help." The Pulsian staggered to her feat, shaky and drained. "I hope you find... Whatever you came here for." With that, Vanille turned to the exit and began to make her slow way out, battered inside and out. As she stepped outside, the cool night breeze felt refreshing, but sickly. Once more, she looked at the mark, cringing.
Time. It was always about time. An impossible task and its horrific consequences if it should not be completed in time. She touched a hand to the side of her waist, where there lingered a reminder of their last race against the clock. It just kept happening over and over.
