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[ Prep: 2/5 | D6 - 3 | 3 - 2 preps = 1 | Preps: 0/5 ]

Dazkar did not follow the other's lead as he pressed himself back into the spot of cover that Dan had left. Laying the spear down onto the side, Dazkar folded the fingers of his left hand into that of a gun. Keeping his left eye upon the Lich he exhaled slowly before inhaling once more. Using the right hand the pull out a small canten of water he poured it out before himself. Letting it soak the earth at his barefeet. "Rah~" He murmured swiftly watching the a decent sized droplet of water forge around the tip of his fingers. 

"Bang bang.." 

It was best not to get to close yah? Firing off a shot at the enemy he was unsure of its ability to damage the foe but it would fly none the less. Like firing off from a super soaker but with a single water bullet. Another water ball rose before his finger tips like a reload in order to fire again if he did not manage to cause any damage. Replacing his right arm into the tower shields straps he remained upon one knee ready to move when possible.

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"Hail friends" James replied smoothly. He didn't even look at his new companions, James's attention was markedly fixed on the abomination in the distance. Experienced eyes wandered over it, studying it. It was exactly the sort of creature Knights of the Order of Force Majeure were expected to engage, and defeat, solo if necessary. It was exactly the sort of creature James enjoyed battling. 

Quickly, James summed up what he could observe. Clearly it had some sort of necromantic, and perhaps disease-borne power, if the stench was any indication. A lich, perhaps, an undead possessed of immense magical power, but it did not seem to possess the full intelligence of a true lich. It seemed to consume bodies for power, even if that piece of body was its own. Fighting it from afar would clearly be the smart option, but James had no ranged weaponry, and it was always more thrilling to look Death in the face anyway.

He would have allies though. Best to use them. James decided on a plan of action. Glancing around, the Daemonslayer bellowed at any friendly hunter around who might be inclined to listen and work together. He drew his longsword, the Rending Blade, the arcane enchantments upon its blade shining a dull blue light, a beacon for attention as he held it up into the air. 

"Listen up! The abomination feasts on the dead! Before we strike at it we must prevent its growth! I need volunteers to move the corpses away, or else dispose of them! Do not worry about the beast, I will distract it!" 

The daemonslayer advanced toward the monstrous creature, longsword held at the ready in both hands. 

"Over here you wretch!" James snarled.

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Taunt Roll

 

Edited by Fierach

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Others began to move, even as she did. Those strong enough to sustain the abomination's influence struck back against it in what way's they could. For her part, Epheren stepped into the square proper, stalking closer to the monstrosity while observing it's movements closely. It seemed to pay little attention to the living beings assembled, content instead to feast on the energies of the dead.

The battle-mage took the momentary lull in the thing's attention to inspect the sinuous strands of energy floating through the air. The red, ethereal tethers pulsed gently, flowing like arteries gorged on some awful blood. Carefully, Epheren muttered a quick cantrip. Her small bit of countermagic manifested within her hand for a moment before she released it, letting a wave of blue energy wash out of her palm and into the tether. The odd strand of energy flickered momentarily, but seemed entirely unperturbed by her influence. Given more time and proper inclination, perhaps she could have pieced together how to best magically interfere with the working of the tether, but the lust of battle called to her, and was not to be ignored.

She advanced on the abomination from one side even as a well-equipped man made his own approach from the other, bellowing a challenge. Epheren made no such attempts at garnering the monstrosities attention. Magic flared in her veins as she put mana into her body for the first time yet this competition. The simple reinforcement spell was barely an afterthought for the battle-mage as she closed on the creature as fast as she could. Her already fast run broke into a sprint that would put a greyhound to the test as the magic worked through her. Epheren timed her strike with an attack from one of those who had chosen to engage at range, and the flying mass of water reached the abomination right before she struck. She came to a skidding halt on the creature's left flank and spun her appropriated spear in a wide arc. She gauged the distance correctly, and the sharp tip of the weapon came speeding towards the horror's body, but perhaps she'd overestimated the durability of her weapon. The spear tip hit the creature and broke off almost instantly. Her follow-through continued, taking the worthless pole up through it's intended arc, but there was no bite to it with the weapon's blade already lost. Epheren threw down broken spear with disgust, and crouched low, ready to spring in whatever direction was required to avoid an attack or continue her assault. She took a dagger in each hand as she went low, liberating the weapons from their sheath's on the small of her back.


Roll: 4
Preps Stored: 2

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The beast seemed lost in thought most of the time, but when the man began to speak of corpses, it's head canted slightly toward his words—only showing interest in the mentioning of the dead—and less of the light show and shouting that followed. Humans were so egocentrical, and so childish. Their limited understanding of the deeper concepts that lay beneath the folds of reality have them all acting like a showboat captain instead of apart of the crew. In a haphazard extension of swings and strikes, the Lich bent at the waist from the attack and then took a waters projectile through the shoulder causing it to spin and almost lose balance. 

It's actions suddenly looked more drunken frat boy than undead warrior. No spent actions. No accumulation noted, but the well of magenta burned brightly within the lanterns -- the non-focus of their concerns. Such a childish notion to attack something undead. So foolish. They saw the test strike and the outcome, and yet they decided to proceed just the same with the same scaled attacks. If it had vocal cords, it may have released a chortle. Instead it ebbed as an inhaled wail that sounded like animals being skinned alive: hooked, peeled, and salted. The slow-spin caught the staff, and spun 'round once before standing and slowly looking toward Epheren with a curious sort of apathetic malice. Their feeble attacks were useless, but looked impressive from the outside...

Until it stood still after the final spin, facing the trio. A dinner plate sized hole was through the left shoulder, and yet it stood there as still as can be before lowering one of the many mounted skulls to view the missing portion. Its shoulder on the other side slumped -- a curious notion, as if to say 'not again' before gummy ribbons stretched out from the middle of it. Once, twice, three, times -- over and over again until it looked like a putty iris before molding back into pulled layers of tough sinew. Same with the gash in its hip. They all still fought within the miasm. It hovered across the concrete earth beneath their feet—the vile essence of death that remained from their murder spree. 

The staff pulsed brighter now. Preparations had been complete.

Since Epheren was the closest and most foolish -- to come so close to ... death. The staff extended and jingled at her with a shake of its fist. The stewing strike to hit them all had failed, but it would try for at least one. Taking one out would give it more life force... oh... so much more...

Fuschia blades jutted from the ground. Once. Then again. Each time they arose three feet roughly and came up about every foot on center -- again and again, and again toward her, aimed in a straight line from what could be said of the first-three blades emerging, but who would know if they should pivot to follow the delicious mage.


[ Preparation:   ] | Roll: 4 (miss)

[ Turn Rotation Target: three 1s to be rolled □ □ □ ]
+ if only one tick is rolled, one damage will be taken, and then one will be regenerated.

+ if two ticks are rolled, one damage will be regenerated.
+ players may spend one prep +1 or -1 to meet requirement. In this case -1 is the only acceptable prep, from a 2 roll.

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My Honor is my Life.

D6 - 3 - 2 = 1 Hit.

Prep: 3 - 2 = 1

Mana Circle [1]


There was no mistaking the salted look in his eye as the damage he did had ill effect. The replacement of the hole developed in the beings body was somewhat astonishing yet expected. The talk of death was one that brought life to the creature. Was that a laugh he heard? 'Little shit..' Daz frowned further as he fired off another shot aimed for the center mass once more. Keeping himself locked into place, he was grateful to the wooden crates which hid his body. It worked as a form of barricade against oncoming assaults. Setting the tower shield up into place he began scratching his right clawed hand into the ground. Carving small lines into the cobbled stone he made several mana symbols around himself. 

"Just in case right.." Murmuring to himself he did not wish to be taken by surprise in the least bit. Looking up from his position to keep and eye on the situation at hand he just managed to catch the Lich unleashing an onslaught of spikes at the lass. Gritting his teeth Dazkar hunkered down and prepared for the worst to come for her. There were only three of them at this time it seemed. An in doing so there did not seem to be any other help on the way.

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Roll of Finn the Human-ing this bitch -1. Quickdraw. (prep: 1)

Dan watched at the Lich launched an attack. Making pinkish purple blades come up out of the ground. Standard RPG boss attack. Dan analyzed everything, and came to a conclusion.
GodsDAMN this thing was ugly.
Now however, was the time to hit it.

 Right after Dazkar's blast hit, Dan rushed out at top speed, drawing his sword in the process. At the moment, he saw little use for his dagger. He rushed past the Lich, jamming his sword at it as he passed, to slash its midsection from one end to the other. Keeping his momentum as he stopped, he leapt at the staff and hacked at the upper portion of the staff where the lanterns were located. He hoped to damage the Lich, and cut off the lanterns, making them fall and smash against the pavement. The scythe, Dan was pretty sure he could dodge. Magic, on the other hand, was unpredictable. Best to nip that in the bud while he had the chance.

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Someone's attack had hit home on the creature, and the way the kinetic force of the blows made the creature sway left Epheren assured that the monstrosity was by no means invisible. The aberration spun under the force of the assault, quickly slowing using it's last turn to eye it's enemies. The glare it gave Epheren, though ascribing it so human an expression was undoubtedly incorrect, shot a thrill of excitement through her body that  almost distracted her from what the thing was doing. It completed it's final turn, and came back to face the three men approaching the creature from the other side. There was a hole in it's shoulder going all the way through it's body, but the wound closed impossibly fast, right before their eyes.

That was going to be a problem. It looked like if they were going to take this thing down, they'd need to hit it hard, all at once. Attacks broke out in the square once again, and Epheren, determined to do her part, sprung out of her crouch towards the creature. Before she could finish her short approach, the monstrosity cast some sort of spell, or used a magical ability. The physical trigger was a movement of it's staff, but the magical results were far more impressive. The first eerie purple spike came jutting out of the ground right in her path, and she barely had time to jump back before more came spilling up from the street below. The attack traveled fast, and Epheren dove to her left to avoid the oncoming assault. She came out into a roll that put her back on her feet, but her own arcane senses told her that the magic powering the blades had yet to stop. She wheeled to find the rushing purple spikes chasing her still, and already almost on her now. 

A snap decision was made, and Epheren stood her ground, whispering something and putting up a warding hand. A wave of magic pulsed from her extended palm, calming blues washing over the purple blades. The battle-mage's countermagic slowed the onslaught, and the oncoming attack dragged down to a crawl. By the same token, however, Epheren couldn't move while she focused on whittling away at the opposing magic, and while they were slowed, the spike were still approaching. It was a close thing, but inches before the next spike would reach her, the attack finally halted. However, the fuchsia magic reacted unexpectedly with her counterspell, and the blades all across the ground shattered suddenly, sending purple fragments everywhere, before they dissipated into nothing. Some of the shards hit Epheren, singing little holes in cloth and smashing into her skin, creating angry red welts. She hissed in annoyance, and dropped her spell, inspecting the damage. It didn't look as if any lasting hard had been done, but this monstrosity's magic seemed unpredictable, at best. She would do well to monitor her condition from here one closely.

And speaking of conditions, the condition of the battle had yet to change. Her impromptu allies were doing their best to assault the creature, and Epheren's avoidance of the aberration's attack had taken her out of effective range. She closed again, staying low like a beast on the prowl. Another opportunity to strike would present itself, and she had to be ready for it.


Roll: 6
Preps Stored: 3

Edited by Prestississimo

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The beast ignored him.

It was, mildly infuriating. 

But that was alright.

James could use the time. He saw that it seemed to regenerate quickly. Attacking it normally would be chancy, even with the dispelling effect of the Rending Blade. Not that it stopped others from going in and taking the risks, slashing at the lich. James followed, using his skilled martial eye to match Dan's movements and shadow him. The anti-magic properties of his longsword was as effective in defense as well as offense, and he intended to use it to thoroughly weaken any counter attack the lich might make.

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-1 to Lich Roll from Rending Blade

Combat Roll

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Longsword "The Rending Blade":

A powerful longsword, the Rending Blade is of an olden design, measuring almost five feet of blade and pommel. Six inches of sword where the base of the blade meets the hilt is blunt but ridged, allowing for an easy grip for half-sword techniques and the guard itself is fashioned in a decorative, if mostly still utilitarian fashion. The Rending Blade is crafted out of an unknown metal, and seems to resist all manner of damage and wear on the blade. When unsheathed, the longsword glows a dim blue with the power of an unknown energy field. The Blade is incapable of receiving empowerments or enchantments of any kind, because it weakens all magical, spiritual, psychic, and supernatural effects in its immediate vicinity, and nullifies said powers upon contact with the blade. 

The Rending Blade carries in itself fragments of the destroyed Chinese jian White Reflection. Like its ancestor, both sides of the Rending Blade are carved with characters, albeit of a different ancient language. When translated, the characters read: "What is the Terror of Death?" on one side, and "What is the Joy of Life?".

 

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Current Mob: The Harvester
Remaining: 3 forms (1st form: 0 HP)
no damage given | Attack Roll: 4-3=1 | Hit
Prep Stored: 2 | 6/5/4


It was true that Kalenis was a tactician. And with so many pieces on the battlefield, he'd wondered where Viktus had run off to, but had to use what was available. With narrowed eyes and the focus of the Brand upon him, the Raven watched for his prime target to emerge. The actions being had were triggers for something greater—he could feel it in his bones. Something and a raw, disgusting hatred for the unbalanced had slowly come to take over his mind since their transformation weeks back. Now things that should have remained dead, reanimated—it made the boy furious. Not much got him angry, but to see this abomination before him and to know that it shouldn't be was inexcusable.

So when the blast from a watery cannon cleared a hole through the beast, something new happened. 

It was an interesting shot, because a core was exposed and that's when another rushed in upon the lich. With some fancy footwork, the blade had been slammed into this core and the lantern's hacked from their post. This ... was the moment. An opportunity to strike. With the blade wedged into the pulsing core, the creature became noticably disturbed by this event and the lack of healing abilities to perform its regeneration in time.

"Got you." Kalenis snarled and threw out his fist. The charged particles hummed throughout the air, causing hair to stand on end from anyone who neared the center and with a bolt of lightning sent off of the youth's extended appendage, it used the blade as a catalyst to inject a lethal strike to the core. The beast roared. The success upon his face suddenly began to fade...

"... what."


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[D1E] | Kalenis | Thread: D
Levels Gained: 2 | EXP: 7/10
Current Team: Viktus @paradigm & Kalenis

 

Team Kills:
0 | CL.5 | 1 'The Harvester'

210 | 30—CL.4 | 4 Cliff Manticore, 3 Goblin Shaman
340 | 20—CL.3 | 4 Lung Tiger, 1 Canes Evandi, 4 Dimfyre Soldiers, 1 Witwag, 4 Ripper, 3 Ghouls
030 | 15—CL.2 | 2 Goblin Raider
050 | 10—CL.1 | 5 Pumpkin Spice

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The actions that had occured progressed the fight. ... whether it for the good or not, was to be determined. It was going to get harder. Much, much harder...

Their combine attack had done the trick and while the sense of accomplishment was in the air, lingering like the malignant stench of decay, it would not remain for long. The corpse that had begun to crumble and sluff to the ground offered the crew a sense of relief for the moment, but the action caused by Dan would soon be revealed as the team's undoing. At the moment of the lightning strike, which caused the core to explode from within, the shrapnel flayed the ribbons of sinew from the inside out and the body seemed to simply release unto itself, collapsing in a pile of rotten flesh, skulls, and a mangle of what looked to be dozens of human remains.

The lanterns crashing against the ground, opening what had been hidden within was the trigger. The beginning of the end.

The energy howled so loudly that if ears were not covered immediately, a stunning effect would take place, but the attack hadn't the gumption to be seen for it's truth, due to the failure of not possessing a host. They could have all been paralyzed, but that would come... soon. So soon.

The ground cracked apart beneath the shower of magenta energy and magma spurted upwards, called by the energy. At it's core, a white-hot flame had taken ahold of the necrotic power, now consuming it within a shell of stone and debris. Metal piping and destruction caused by this night throughout the city seemed called and channeled to this place, rolling and tumbling along the ground and snapping together like a Dr. Frankenstein creation. Bars of alloy, met with rubble and brick, pulled to form a beast that slowly lumbered from what looked to have been a ball-like form, into a massive monster of city walls, metal, and lava...

It's roar echoed throughout the city.

Glass shattered from the outcry all around them as it threw it's arms back, barreling out it's chest and belted another screaming challenge.

From the undead to the molten hot -- it couldn't be worse... could it?


READ. & COMPREHEND.

Preparation: ■ □ ] | Roll: 3 (miss)
2nd Form Hits on a 4,5,6

Turn Rotation Targetthree 2s to be rolled □ □ □ ]
+ if only one tick is rolled, one damage will be taken, and then one will be regenerated.
+ if two ticks are rolled, one damage will be regenerated.
+ players may spend one prep +1 or -1 to meet requirement. In this case -1 is the only acceptable prep, from a 2 roll.

 

MARKED FOR DEATH: Boss Strike
— On boss turn: roll a D6. 4/5/6 hit all players with a mark.
1 mark does nothing
2 marks instills chaos. If you roll a 3, roll again.
3 marks gives you a +2 to your die rolls.
4 marks initiates "Shot Through The Heart!"
— Roll a 4 and you're ejected from the event (death, coma, whatever your story deems)
— Non-4, you're safe ... for now. Repeat 4 marks each time marked.

Edited by Syncopy

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Fucking Lit.

D6 - 4 - 1 = 3 Miss.

Prep - 2 - 1 = 1


Well if it wasn't a damned miracle more forces joined their assault on the target. "Everyone fire away! Take it down at the core!!" Grinning deviously the male crouched low keeping his balance upon the assault. This time however he took solid aim. Doubling upon the size of the droplet he inhaled deeply. Flexing his fingers once more he silenced the world around himself. The core was his aim and if he could make it fast enough it would work. Firing off the water bullet the large droplet skittered through the air roughly. The excess water was dropped away as a smaller water bullet accelerated further. It's aim the core center to pierce right through.

Edited by Chappu

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Roll of Globdammit. (prep: 2)

.............................................................. Oh.

The attacks worked, and damage was done. But then something happened when the lanterns crashed. Something.... very bad. Due to a massive screeching sound, Dan's hands flew to his ears. He was holding his sword with only 4 fingers, one being shoved in his right ear.
Dan got out of the way quickly, and found it to be difficult. Shit was flying from all over the place, all kinds of debris.
Dan however, found this to be fun. It was like an obstacle course that was trying to kill him.

After all the nonsense had finished flying, Dan looked at the Lich, who had transformed himself into a lava rock golem thingy.
Fuck it, he was still gonna call it the Lich.

Dan got to a semi-safe distance. One where he could avoid oncoming attacks easily enough, but still be able to rush the boss when it presented an opening, and not give it time to retaliate. The RPG boss had entered its second form. Which meant, this was the FINAL boss. Dan hoped this wasn't a turn based RPG. Gods only know how many forms those fuckers got.

Edited by HollowCipher

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James guarded himself with his arms, shying away as the monster seemed to collapse in upon itself in a catastrophic event. However, he was wary as the beast's power signature did not seem to fade with it, as 

It seemed as if the monster had multiple forms, each at least different, if not deadlier then the last. For James Eredas however, the transformation into a golem dissuaded him little. 

Borne with the power of the sacred fires of the Demonslaying Eredas clan, James was a being touched by flame and heat, and as far as he was concerned, the molten golem was relative childsplay. Its first form was more threatening to him. 

As the reborn creature roared a challenge to the city and the hunters that sought to bring it down, the Master Knight of the Order of Force Majeure answered, bellowing a challenge in response whilst lunging forward across the cracked ground. He stepped upon the safer patches of ground with no molten rock as light as a demigod, and when he was close enough James sought to drive every inch of his magic-dispelling longsword into the golem's chest, before it could consider taking the initiative and gain some momentum in a renewed assault. 

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Combat Roll

Total Preps: 3

Roll + 1 = 1 + 1 = 2

Total Preps Left: 2

Edited by Fierach

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Before she could find the opportunity to strike, something changed. The dead form of the beast sloughed to the ground, apparently defeated, but something of it remained, and that something called forth new power. A horrible screeching rang out, and Epheren had to bend over, covering her ears or risk burst drums. The auditory assault prevented her from taking advantage of the monster's vulnerability, and by the time she could straighten and face the beast again, it had taken new form. Metal and debris sailed through the air like so much detritus, collecting into one infernal body. The heat it gave off was oppressive, and the city square suddenly felt like an oven. Epheren mumbled a spell, and her hands flashed blue with freezing energy. She rubbed them swiftly over her body, with a practiced motion, cooling her skin far beyond what would be healthy without the assistance of magic.

Sweat froze on her skin as it emerged from her pores, flaking off of her as she started to run. While she'd been making preparations, her compatriots had been renewing their own assault, and the well-equipped man had gotten in a particularly good hit with his longsword, burying it deep in the monstrosities chest. The battle-mage saw an opportunity there, and she took off again in her superhuman sprint. She came at the monster from the front, right behind the man with the blade, and as she approached, she shouted, speaking for the first time today, "Do not move!"

Instructions given, Epheren leapt into the air, stepping off of the man's shoulder and using it as a springboard. Her second jump took her up to the thing's head, her weapons ready and drawn. The heat grew more and more intense as she came closer to the aberration's face. Slushy water sloughed off of her skin as her spell combated the infernal heat, coming off of her in waves. From a distance, it might look like the mage was melting. The chilling magic did it's work, however, and the mage wasn't cooked alive as she arrived right in front of what ostensibly was the thing's visage. Both of her daggers flashed, and this time, when Epheren spoke the word of power, it was as a shout, not a mumble. "Obturickal!"

The word was spoken in a language long-dead, and was heard in almost half a dozen other tongues as it rang through the square, each listener hearing their native word for bone-chilling, life-ending cold. The enchanted weapons in the battle-mage's hands flashed azure, burning light emanating from them in waves. There was barely any time to view them, however, before the mage buried both into either side of the monstrosity's head. Epheren didn't have time to check the results of her attack, the heat was forcing it's way past her magic, and it encouraged her to make the fastest exit she could. The battle-mage held onto her two daggers momentarily, leaning back and tucking her legs. Her full-body rotation ended with her feet facing towards the monster's head and her own skull pointing directly away from it. She kicked out, and let go of her hold on her weapons. Her feet hit the creature's face like a piston, shooting her off and away from it, up and out of the creature's infernal aura. She rotated as she went, turning to face the ground face-first. She tucked, and hit the pavement in a roll that had her coming back up facing away from the monstrosity. Her brief encounter with the beast left light burns on her feet and face far heavier ones on her hands, but time enough to worry about that later.


Roll: 2
Preps Stored: 4

Edited by Prestississimo

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Current Mob: The Harvester
Remaining: 2 forms (2nd form: 0 HP)
no damage given | Attack Roll: 1+1 = 2 | Hit
Prep Stored: 2 | 1


The tactician's gut feeling was right on point. The flies swarmed this mega-boss and in their victory, came their morale defeat as something else emerged from the bowels of this darkness. The chunks of concrete flew by the boy, pulling from the ground and a piece impacted him against the side and shoulder, sending Kale spiraling before nearly dropping to the ground. As his hands fell, the blow was lessened by the fact that his hands were coated in a thick black sinew, pull in straps from his fingers up his forearms and had slowly began to mold higher, until his lithe frame was encased in the Brand. It pinged and flecked against his armor from here on out, as though the sentience desired to preserve it's host...

He watched the blasts come inbound and deflect from the beast with ease, but then a man charged. Foolish, Kalenis' thought. His eyes narrowed to watch the action unfold as the other team drove in to deliver another opening blow. He felt the advantage of his location, opposite of this other crew, as it allowed him the full picture. He watched the blade plunge through the beast, and an interesting thing happened. It hadn't yet seemed to form fully yet, so the plates of junk moved around the body like a serpent's coil, peeling flesh from the rear to reinforce the front from assault. It didn't help, but it did allow for exposure cross the back.

Then lunacy begat lunacy. The aerial acrobatics of the team that seemed as reckless as the fire of the beast, allowing the buffering waves of heat to singe loose fringe and curl hair. Their bold actions allowed the exposure to grow vastly. Daggers impaled into the skull was a rather brutal touch to the sheer grace the female commanded. Such a complimented beauty, the boy was nearly enamored and charmed in the moment. The world was still for her in the moment—her moment—to inflict the maximum amount of damage possible, while looking femme fatale in doing so ... such seduction.

Not to take from her own personal victory, but the beast was on the ropes and something must be done. [2]

From the back, none of the other three would have seen the swelling energy rolling and spiraling with a blade through the core and the momentum that was colliding to build up over and over again. Upon itself, and upon itself once more—the folds of churning necrotic fire raged at their arrogance and forward combative prowess without any regard for their own safety. Their hubris ... it disgusted the monster ... The core went white hot, yet was masked to the crew on the front due to their onslaught. Kale's eyes widened.

"Noo... he's ... going to explode ...?" The youth's lips trembled with anger. "No... NOO!"
Concentrate... these people need you.

They would not be sacrifices. The Brand consumed the youth entirely in ribbons of ebony armor that rippled spikes from the shoulders down an outstretched arm and sent a bolt of ebony lightning from the shadow's appendage...


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[D1E] | Kalenis | Thread: D
Levels Gained: 2 | EXP: 8/10
Current Team: Viktus @paradigm & Kalenis

 

Team Kills:
0 | CL.5 | 1 'The Harvester'
210 | 30—CL.4 | 4 Cliff Manticore, 3 Goblin Shaman
340 | 20—CL.3 | 4 Lung Tiger, 1 Canes Evandi, 4 Dimfyre Soldiers, 1 Witwag, 4 Ripper, 3 Ghouls
030 | 15—CL.2 | 2 Goblin Raider
050 | 10—CL.1 | 5 Pumpkin Spice

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