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A Glorious Stand (Glorious Beginning Continuation)

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While the spirit of protection is channeling its next protection spell, Natalya would hide behind Mel as she prepared her next course of action. Drawing in more power from inside her, the little girl would speak a single word.

"All rise."

Shadows swirled around her as the nearby spirits of the dead flocked towards Natalya. Her shadow would give form to these spirits, raising them from the dead to summon a dozen or so undead. The recently undeceased would move to assist Thurgood.

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Ivan watched with horror as the MiGs got struck by lightning: Something they had not expected to happen, and they seemed to have underestimated their opponent's possibility to compensate what they seemingly lacked in technology with magic, and also it seems that they recognized their unique vulnerability, as they had yet to receive any new aircraft with an improved superstructure or shielding. 

The bolts of strong lightning were a decisive blow to the hydraulics system, impairing it greatly. This made the aircraft quite difficult to manuever. The only reason the planes ever made it back to base is because of the legendary sturdiness of the planes and the pilots' skill and decisive actions of their own. 

As they landed in the nearby field, Ivan rushed there. After a brief exchange of words, they decided on their course of action. They would not launch more attacks against the ships while there was a magical person striking their planes with lightning. Instead, they would hunt the witch herself. The decision was made: Ivan would call in a team of veteran guerilla snipers to take her out with high-caliber rifles. Hopefully, by that time, the electronics would have been fixed and the aircraft operational.

However, they took time to arrive, so for now, they would be sitting idle, watching their perimeter and lying low.

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Pirates:

The pirates, having taken witness to the retreating of Howard's brief ballistic brawlers, promptly open fire upon the sight. The waging warfare of the rifles burst off with a ruffling of rigid bullets. The bullets spray fiercely along the war-torn skylines above, striking off smoggy rows of their own powdery plumes. Mounts of the artillery are sounded off with a horrid, mechanical clanging of cannons. The cannons strike off throughout the rows of buildings, with the tension around their hollows snapping apart into the breeze. The sky draws off a fogged hazing of the smokey, blackened dusts. The buildings are painted down with shells of the weaponry, whilst the pirates begin firing off onto the retreating force of Howard's might. Yet, a sensing of fear, a fear for the future of the pirates arising throughout the burrowing heat of the village. Pichelliogo's militia begins to profusely panic upon the sight of Howard's fleeting fields of fighting, with their own weaponry revolving backwards. The minnows behind begin striking back towards the gaggle of goons alongside the rest of the lobsters. The pirates begin their swift retreat from the puncture of their walls, losing their supposed invincibility promised by the likes of Chamberlius. A surrendering to the sounds beyond the village rises, bringing a spirit of self-security over the physical placement of the village's depths.

Chamberlius' crustaceans continue following alongside his scuttling side. Their weaponry remains hoisted upwards, with their eyes peeling feverishly around the warfare outside. Their shells cramp down against the tattooed insides of their past savagery. Their pinched, pulsating feet spiral ahead alongside Chamberlius, whilst they conclude their walking along the hallway's hollow. Quickly, having had exposure to the entrance of their village, Chamberlius proceeds to buckle his clammy palms upon a mapping of sorts. The mapping details a widespread, territorial-like graph of the village's area. The nautilus' grapples his grabby fingers around, while he continues darting his eyes around the parchment. A shrieking, gasping burst of sweat pelts off from the commander's shelled facade. Hies hands collapse by his sides, with the crustaceans behind growing worried along the sight. Chamberlius has realized the war concluded for his pirates.

Following the surrendering of his security, Chamberlius proceeds to inform his crustaceans of their surrendering terms. The crabs collectively nod in response to Chamberlius, before bustling back onto the streets below. Their arms are pitched ahead, their shells are caved downwards, and their feet are scuttling frequently along the flooring below. Their debts to the owner of such foreign arms have carried onto the wealth of the village, to which they've begun pillaging for their goods. Riches are ravaged as other means of fortune are frowned. The goons continue pouching around their resources, before swiftly slinking down throughout the barred entrance of the town-hall. A flagging of surrendering, marked by a singular urchin, is hung sorely against the entrance of the town-hall. The flag is marked with a whitened, purple-stained cross of sorts. Yet, the brutality of before has left a velvet-tint across the depths of the violet. Concurrently, the crabs rush back onto the streets and begin their final siege across the town.

Weapons are reinforced as the crabs raid down throughout the running crevices of the coming night. Ashes of artillery are dropped alongside the buildings, whilst the signal of surrendering beacons off throughout the village's landing. Minnows rest their weaponry, lobster lower their arms, and crabs catapult their honor of the war back into their sorrows. Only the remaining stands of nationalized pirates continue brawling onward. Their arms heave ahead with a bolting of an indomitable rage. Their firearms are flung ahead, with their barrels clocking back onto the town-hall. Swiftly, with an almost cult-like wavering, the pirates begin to siege one another's factions across the village. Fires are sprung from rifles as bullets soar throughout the soggy air of ash. Buildings are bounced down into arson as the pirates continue brawling against their surrendered future. The crabs below continue collecting their wealth, before exiting back behind the town-hall and towards a few cargo ships behind. The cargo ships are marked with the insignia of the pirates, a tattered flag of a marrow-laced skull. 

Pichelliogo's struggle among his pirates remains of a disappointed anger. Their arms retreat backwards as they begin off along the workshop's grounds. Their march patters peevingly towards their pseudo-capital's grounds. Their artillery focuses back onto the sights of the town-hall, before springing back into their saluting towards Chamberlius. Artillery is raised and fired across the city, leaving the town-hall to suffer to brunt of the brutality. Boulders of the cannons are launched ahead and into the town-hall's corridors, breaking apart the remnants of the ancient village's government. The deed of the village's political structure, the truest greed and prize of Chamberlius, is sundered beneath the tearing of the town. The order crumbles into a struggling of anarchy, with an inferno brewing down into the full-scale retreat and loot from the warfare beyound.

The metallic facade remains watching across the crashing ego and security of Chamberlius' political gripes. Only the tearing brutality of the village remains as animals are left from pirates.
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Addison watched as waves of fire flew overhead, followed by a roar of flying ships and several volleys of projectiles. She looked ahead at the carnage which had ensued, her eyes narrowing in on a single creature.

Snake haired and grotesque, the Gorgon was a creature which instantly drew attention to itself with its strange features which were borne all too proudly. Could it have been the Crimson Wake?

Turning around, Addison began to march back to her formation's line. She needed to have a word with Howard.

If they could capture the leader, the battle would be over without any further bloodshed.

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*Bullets are still flying every-which-way.. If we were to go on with our current plan, it's likely we'd be shot down by our own comrades...* Azami thinks to herself, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. " You know what...? Forget the plan. Masuda, I'm gonna have to ask you to get onto the ship directly. It's all we can do to ensure we get to the alien lady. " She says after a few moments of thinking.

" What!? Go on that ship alone? They'll kill me! " Masuda shouts in response. " No one will lay a damn finger on you if you're surrounded by dragons. " Azami says, clearing her throat. " Koyama and I will be in charge of backing you up, that includes providing you with a proper escort. If you speed along onto the ship with the water dragons by your sides, you'll be just fine. " She explains. Koyama had barely any grasp of what was going on, so he merely nodded in approval. 

" You're sure..? I don't wanna die in a place like THIS. " Masuda says, pointing a thumb out to the sea. Azami slaps him across the face. " You better do it. "


And so, Masuda rose to his feet, his gaze locking onto the ship. Purple-colored lighting began to spark about around him, surging across the shore. Azami and Koyama rush to his sides, both crouching down and sticking their hands in the water. A visible reaction occurs, bursts of light beaming from under the surface. As their hands emerge from the water, 3 dragons emerge. They had no body, but were simply composed of a long neck and large head, wielding brightly-colored yellow eyes. Every body part of theirs was made of water. They took a common triangle formation, one that was very popular in The Rainbow League.

Masuda hops onto the frontal dragon, sitting on it's dense surface. " Hard to believe these things aren't alive, huh? " Masuda asks, letting out a small chuckle. " Shut up and get going! " Azami calls out. 

The dragons begin to surf through the water, nearing the ship at high speeds. *Don't fuck it up, don't fuck it up, don't fuck it up.* Masuda repeats to himself.

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@Veloci-Rapture

In fact, Mel's character sheet was not read.

Actually nobody's character sheet was read. The author is just providing a baseline of enemies and powers for the good folk defending the village to overcome. Surprisingly though (or perhaps unsurprisingly so), this particular enemy wasn't yet deterred. Slits popped out on the side on the mutant pirate's neck, gills, and it breathed out of those while it pulled out a knife to try and hack off the sucker on his face. She wouldn't have time to draw out the fight either, or take her time tearing the mutant apart, because the pirates still vastly outnumbered her and her allies on the boat, and more were coming to surround her by the moment.

@notmuch_23 @Zashiii

Thurgood's melee training came in handy! He easily knocked down the pirate. Don't forget to finish your opponent however, a point that would be keenly elaborated on as the resilient pirate started to get back up, presumably to try and strangle Thurgood. Need one good shot to put him down for good. Some of the undead rose up, and would protect and escort Thurgood as best as they could thanks to Natalya's spells. Some were effective, grappling or attacking their former comrades in life, others... were a little less capable, being headless courtesy of Thurgood's weapons. Those zombies just toppled overboard as they couldn't really direct where they were going.

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@Truthless

There was a lull in weapons-fire for only a short moment as the pirates reloaded the guns on their ships. The crew of the Blackpool were unable to rearm as well however, owing to the severe damage of their ship. They were more focused on enacting the sort of repairs that kept them float. Thus the only opposition Masuda had was the Gorgon herself. It was a simple matter for the powerful sorceress to focus the lightning storm she had cast, and direct it across the seas. Thunder crackled, and danced across the waves in the young ninja's path, threatening to tear into the water dragons.

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Thurgood did not forget to follow up, he just didn't think shooting more buckshot would be effective, and instead was going to eventually try to get a grenade under the calcium-encrusted pirate, and let the blast deal enough blunt force to do some damage, or at least switch to his assault rifle that shoots rounds more capable of piercing armor, which the zombies are distracting it well enough to do.

Of course, there's no guarantee that the 7.62 mm conical bullets he's now firing will penetrate the calcium carbonate shell, but they will likely do better than the buckshot.

Out of his peripheral vision, he notices the gorgon at the center of everything looking like she's doing something supernatural. Too bad he didn't bring any XREP, beanbag, wooden baton, or even rubber pellet shells to maybe subdue and capture the bitch with, but somebody that powerful may make it impossible for live capture.

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Mel grimaced with disgust as the pirate's knife raked along her rubbery flesh; as casually as one would flick an annoying fly off their wrist, she lifted and tossed the pirate overboard. 

Addressing the other pirates arriving on the scene, she formed a little megaphone in her throat to allow her voice to have a bellowing, rolling quality and lifted her gaze to be above their heads. She slithered forward towards the mass of defenders.

"Your captain has violated the laws of the sea, as the Elemental Goddess of Water has laid them down! I have been sent to punish her for her insolence and hubris! Captain of this accursed vessel, you are hereby challenged to single combat! For the fate of your vessel and your command, as the laws of the sea proclaim!"

She paused in front of the group of pirates and added a few inches to her height, and as a dramatic afterthought, added intertwining tattoos on her exposed flesh in blue-glowing algae.

"Bring her forth, if you value your lives!" she proclaimed to the rabble. "I do not seek your deaths on your captain's behalf, but will not hesitate to remove any obstacles between us!"

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While Mel is 'preaching' at the pirates and Thurgood is doing his best to..uh.. survive, it seems that Natalya is the only one in dire straits. Her lack of foresight only brought great embarrassment and shame not only to her but to all her ancestors. She failed to realize that bringing back the dead does not necessarily mean they would be useful. So much for trying.

Face flushed and her mouth severely pouting, the girl could not help but stomp her feet in frustration. However, this is not time to be immature. Gathering whatever is left of her resolve, she prepared her next spell.

"All rise." She says same words again but for a different effect. In response to her words, her reincarnated undeads' shadows would consume them, transforming them into shadowy creatures or in her own words, shadows of their former selves. These new summons are at the very least functional like their former selves, albeit performing at a slightly inferior capacity. They would assist Thurgood once more while Natalya hide behind Mal and throwing shade at her enemies.

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@Veloci-Rapture

The pirates attacking Mel seemed to slow. They looked unsure, nervous even, backing away from Mel on the blood-soaked deck. Did this enemy really try to call out their Captain?

The Gorgon didn't show however. Even so, the pirates gave her a wide berth. It was a strange change of behavior, where they had been unrelenting, even ruthless moments before, they now shed away from the conflict.

As Mel slithered along the deck calling out for the captain to show himself, she might catch a glimpse of something from within the ship, through holes made by friendly artillery. 

The iron-rich smell of blood intensified.

@notmuch_23 @Zashiii

There were still plenty more pirates in the way of Thurgood and Natalya's zombies however. Getting to the Gorgon was a risky proposition, even without them blocking their path. It was a good thing the Gorgon herself still seemed preoccupied. The pirates showed no remorse as they hacked and shot through their former comrades trying to get to Thurgood and the necromancer.

 

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At last, the sniper team Ivan had called arrived. As they did, Ivan explained them the situation.

'Men, thank you for coming. We are in a tough spot because of our technological limiations; our one true trump card has been greatly endangered by a magical commander, or creature of some sort. Your job is to turn this thing into dead humanoid Swiss cheese full of high-caliber rifle bullet holes. For the motherland, and for the well-being of the people, accomplish your task.'

Then, the team got to position, looking for The Gorgon, and hoping to spot her and have a chance to take either fatal or otherwise incapacitating shots at her. Of course, they were with camouflage and had plenty of cover, so the chance of spotting them was very minimal.

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@Agent Knockout

Unfortunately for the snipers, the vessels were far beyond the of conventional man-portal sniper rifles. The cruisers had been at bombardment range after all, many thousands of yards away. Hitting the Gorgon, or indeed any of the pirates with small-arms from the mainland was a matter more akin to luck without any particularly over-specialized wargear or skills to match. For now, it seemed like the mercenaries would have to rely on the machinations and efforts of their allies. If the Gorgon was taken out, that would remove a great deal of the pirates' offensive and defensive capability...

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"Cochrane!" Addison shouted to the Vice Admiral hidden away in the trenches.

"Give me some cover fire! They fucked the plan but we have to commit now."

It was apparent that unsupported, the mercenaries would soon all lose their lives collectively. And although their lives were of lower priority to her than those of her men, it didn't make them any less human. She had to do something.

Slamming down into a horse stance, the Master Knight swelled, her lower body muscles flexing mightily as the ground beneath her began to crack. Channeling her colossal strength into only her legs allowed her to build up a tremendous amount of pressure beneath her, causing the very ground to flatten out as the sand began to erupt with overwhelming energy.

 

Shinkou Sjoujiku Style Physical Technique - Chasm Cross Leap

 

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The moment she straightened her legs, extending into full form, Addison disappeared in a blur, rocketing upward like a rocket, before her trajectory began to adjust. As she turned, the pirates on board the Gorgon's ship might have had at most ten seconds to react. In a flash of green and silver, she came crashing down, tearing into the hull of the boat, several metres off from hitting the Gorgon and her crew. As wood and debris began to cascade over her head, Addison rose from the smoldering rubble, her orange pendant deploying around her once again, prepared to deflect whatever attacks that would initially be sent her way.

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Cochrane was taken aback by the change of orders. This plan was far from a sound one, but with his many years of service under his belt, he knew how to adapt when duty called.

"Change of plans, boys!" he shouted, issuing several sign commands for his signalmen to relay. "We're going to be repositioning to the high ground and shooting those buggers on the boats!"

Using his spyglass, Cochrane identified the Red Royal, which was at the moment being assailed by only the Reaver and Addison. With a closer glance, he saw the orange bubble which indicated her presence. Knowing the limitations and bulletproofness of her shield, he opted for a strategic barrage.

"Simultaneous fire!" he ordered. "Ten seconds!"

The men who had during his earlier command moved to the higher ground watched as Cochrane's flagbearer raised his ensign high into the air. That was the signal. They stared at it closely, waiting, watching. And then, the flag fell; and all of hell was unleashed upon the ship.

All five hundred men simultaneously fired their bullets from multiple different angles, aimed to seriously injure or kill the crew of the Unbridled. Although at that distance, the likelihood of their bullets straying off course was extremely high, it was still highly probable that with the sheer mass of ammunition fired, the damage done would be significant enough to critically injure the ship's main systems and put its crew at risk of further attack.

Upon this barrage being fired, Cochrane ordered his men to take cover immediately as he began to assess the situation for any countermeasures being deployed.

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On 3/29/2020 at 7:33 PM, Fierach said:

The pirates attacking Mel seemed to slow. They looked unsure, nervous even, backing away from Mel on the blood-soaked deck. Did this enemy really try to call out their Captain?

The Gorgon didn't show however. Even so, the pirates gave her a wide berth. It was a strange change of behavior, where they had been unrelenting, even ruthless moments before, they now shed away from the conflict.

As Mel slithered along the deck calling out for the captain to show himself, she might catch a glimpse of something from within the ship, through holes made by friendly artillery. 

The iron-rich smell of blood intensified.

 

Mel's senses were on high alert as she tentacled her way across the deck; many more eyes than most humans have formed discreetly on her tentacles to help her keep a lookout for an ambush. She was well aware she'd entirely made up the concept of "Laws of the Sea" on the fly and certainly didn't expect anyone brighter than this rabble to honorably adhere to her fictions.

Still, though, her bluff had served its purpose; the other pirates were confused and intimidated and seemed to be staying out of her way, which would make this go much faster. She hoped.

"Come out, you cowardly flounder!" she called again, hoping that "flounder" was actually a pirate insult. She'd be insulted if someone called her a flounder, after all. But she wasn't really thinking too hard about how to taunt a pirate captain; she was thinking about what she'd do when she found him. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this salty dog was responsible for all the lightning springing up all of a sudden, and lightning, unlike poison, was actually something Mel needed to worry about.

A soft slurping sound, easily obfuscated by the sound of her tentacles on the wooden deck, was the only harbinger of some defensive shapeshifting going on just under Mel's skin. Just in case this crazy bastard was bonkers enough to strike their own ship, Mel would be ready. Ready-ish. It was hard to be ready for electricity. It was kinda quick.

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