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Post by Loner。 on Sept 25, 2017 12:46:51 GMT
Amitiel had found it, the deeper darkness, the source.
It seemed this was why the demons were running so much to even begin with. They had been banished from their own unholy realm, pushed out to this plane where the torment of flesh and blood races would undoubtedly follow.
In a flash images ran through Vessa's mind. Vines, flesh. A battle. A chance of things going wrong, a chance of losing, as high as the odds of winning.
And Amitiel, her partner was heading right towards it without a second thought.
Amitiel must not face this alone.
The goddess determined the angel's course, and made her way along it. She was going to help where she could. If they won this, the demons would be able to go home after all.
If necropolis survived. There were pros and cons to bringing the fight here. Necropolis was barely inhabited, and even less so by neutral or purely aligned beings. Being here practically created a safe zone in which to fight. There would be less casualties. On the other hand, the place was chock full of sinister energies. It was easy to foresee them ending up detrimental especially if the fighting began to wear on.
Letting Amitiel know that she was here, Vessa sent the angel a mental reminder.
fight without reservation, and with a clear mind, Vessa trusted her partner's experience in battle. Amitiel had the full green light, to engage with the massive rotting fleshy blob which had been steadily merging the landscape below into itself, as well as anything else that remained in necropolis.
She would follow Amitiel's lead. Jay 0
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Post by 0 on Sept 25, 2017 20:15:16 GMT
He sat, broiling, a thick mat of flesh, fungi, and rot that was enveloping the demonic realm. Wave after wave of demons were shoved through the rifts, ragged-edge and brimming with tension from being forced open, wider, for so long; with the end of each the wave, the holes through which they arose were released and sealed behind them. The inhabitants of this plane had but one thing to do, and any thoughts that they might chance a return should be forced far from their minds.
They are on their own.
Let them make of the planet what they will, force it into chaos, into madness. Attack from all sides! The world is your foe -- defend yourselves, weaken it, destroy all that you can! Distracted, worn, when so many have fallen, opportunities for precision strikes may yet amass by the dozen, by the hundreds.
Should the demons fail--and he did not expect them to succeed--he would at least still have this plane all to himself, a solid foundation of his own to mount attack after attack, wearing the enemy down, chipping away at their defenses until he found a way to finally, finally wrap his tendrils around the spinning sphere and crush the planet down to its core, pierce that blazing star and at last scatter its plasma to the void!
As the last of yet another wave left through a rift, he let go of the edges, and the hole began to waver. Its edges fast rammed closer together, but it wobbled in sealing itself entirely. Not a problem; a few others of the tears had behaved as such.
As his tendrils slipped around it to form a barricade and force it shut, something whisked back in, filtering past his walls in a hovering flight. He was blind, and could not see the bright light it emitted, but the heat such photons and plasma produced was felt harshly upon his flesh. The ice melted, hissing, steaming, from any skin that drew itself too close, and the skin itself began to boil, burn, even burst to reveal yet more layers of solid rot beneath.
As he had done with the previous invader of his body, the roof that lay high above the stranger erupted with multiple lightweight and wispy hanging mycelium tendrils, that flung themselves down from the ceiling, ready to caress any physical body, ready to sense the slightest breeze that momentum might cause. These too, however, were fast affected by the heat and radiation within proximity, and more had to continually be produced to fill in any gaps whereever they disintegrated.
Something was here, something had come in. Whether it had intelligence mattered not, whether it was a demon come seeking revenge or a hiding place mattered even less. Disobeying his orders or a stupid foreigner, whatever it was now stood as an intruder....
His body began to bulge and burble, the water vapor that rose from his body began to condense midair as he thickened the walls surrounding the stranger, one byproduct of such a feat being an increasing atmospheric pressure. A semi-liquid began to form, floating, drifting, and began to attach themselves to the hanging threads; the chemical properties were altered, and they formed something like small suction spikes, nematocysts-- piercing, stinging things that would change the threads into something more akin to jellyfish stingers, ready to explode on contact, pumping a venom into whatever touched them. Whether they would have any effect, however, remained to be seen.
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Post by Jay on Sept 25, 2017 21:51:13 GMT
Amitiel The moment Vessa gave Amitiel the green light was the exact moment when the angel sprung into action. In terms of their biology, they were jittery; ready to attack. They manifested more quickly than they ever did in the physical universe, and did so with fury.
Their Goddess gave them her blessing to continue. It was time to weed out the darkness.
The tendrils falling from the ceiling were the first targets. They weaved deftly around the flailing appendages, and brought forth a spear of light. A slice was made, disintegrating a few of them upon contact with a single one. There were far more than the angel could simply hack at, and powered by the Lord of Terror, there would be no telling what catastrophic levels of damage it would do to their physical being.
So, the angel opted to try and end that fight. Another spear came to their free hand, and Amitiel turned to lob it at the high ceiling. The arcing light grew in size, and became more akin to a shooting star.
The intent was to try to destroy enough of the tendrils to ensure that they wouldn't be an issue while fighting the main body.
Then, turning back to the great demon below, the second spear was sent hurtling toward it. It would take on the same properties as the first, but the angel knew for a fact that this wouldn't be enough. No mere attack like this would end a creature this powerful.
No, that was their plan - to draw attention to the 'dangerous' light attack, and begin to power their Smite. Angel neutral good | ageless | sexless Loner。 0
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Post by Loner。 on Sept 28, 2017 14:22:57 GMT
Chaos rained down on the city, and entity looked up at the sky with a smile.
How wonderful things were getting. So much confusion
Calmly slowly, he shuffled into an underground chamber, locked the doors of his the 'nuclear-proof' box, and stuck a needle in his arm.
'He' was going to sleep for a while, so that he could have some fun.
A host, he needed a host, and with so many for the pickings, which should he take....
A-Ha! That one would do.
He honed in on the unsuspecting and quite preoccupied target. It wasn't ready for a forceful invasion of its own body. It grabbed its head and yelled, forced to turn its attention to the razor sharp mental onslaught.
But it was already too late. His 'scalpels' had done their work. Free will, out the door. Individuality, unnecessary, and the knowledge. Hoho! He was keeping that for himself as he stabilized the wavelengths of the brain to their normal flow.
Status check A voice buzzed in his ear. Infernal computerized chip. The display on his visor pumped out the specifics, while he knelt down behind an anti-supernatural barrier to switch out the ammo in his gun to something more favorable.
....Clear the AI beeped. A new protocol was sent out to fix the gap in the mental protections across other technology, not that it would do any good at this point.
He was already here.
His weapon primed, he aimed at a formidable looking demon with an explosive charge.
Oh glorious tech. Now that was worthy destruction.
He ran a few quick figures in through his head. What kind of power would it take to destroy...
Aww who cares.
With that he turned around and fired a similar charge into the surrounding unit.
"BOOM!"
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Post by 0 on Sept 28, 2017 19:03:18 GMT
He was really-- BOOM-- REALLY getting tired of all these phantom apparitions.
Stinging mycelium roots were disintegrated upon contact. A slice of heat cut through the air, pierced the roof he had only recently formed. It pierced deep into the flesh, the impact causing a minor explosion that sent noxious chunks of rot raining down. The hole it made was enough to show through to the other side, where the underworld's sky leered down with intense malice at...well, everything, probably.
Flying around...heating things up...resisting his defenses with the utmost irritance.
Another was sent into the ever-thickening mat below, although the crater it made was just that--a deep depression that showed no sign of another side.
The attacks did not deter or distract him, however; worse than that: they gave him a better approximation of exactly where the entity was located. Two of them aimed at wildly different locations just allowed him to track their trajectory's source even more.
Although the flesh was already slowly regenerating on its own, his consciousness went straight to the source. From the floor and the roof, fungal heads began to puff and wheeze, pumping choking gaseous spores into the air. From the walls a number of fleshy tentacles formed, tangled, and then shot out, aimed right for where he determined the intruder to be--or had been, should it have already moved in that time. More quickly followed suit a mere seconds after it, aimed for various spots in the surrounding locale.
They sought to pierce whatever body may exist, or otherwise contain the energy within a confined space.
Even though the flesh would burn to a crisp, eventually melt and give it a way out, even a minute of containment might be enough for him to grab the upper hand he so desperately desired. He could try a variety of attacks while it was in its hands, grab information faster, perhaps even leech off some of its energy, make it weaker and him even stronger.
Find a weakness, find a weakness, kill it, eject it, destroy it...he was bent on this.
Meanwhile, the hole it had come through was slowly shrinking even without the additional help of his roots, gradually closing off a route of escape for the invader should things turn sour for it.
The mouse was awakened by a bump in the road. Ears turned forward, listening to the sweet sounds of battle, and, despite himself, his heart started pumping. Ohh...how he wanted to join in! Oh--how tired he still was!
The mouse rolled over, let his arms hang from the skull's socket, and watched the world whiz by. Tall, straight structures struck high into the sky. Those weird monsters ran amuck, and, alongside them, humans. The humans seemed to be fighting the monsters!
Interesting.
"Whoa!" His fingers clasped to the bone as the horse ran something over, still bolting blindly on, it would seem. He would have thought it might have found a less noisy locale, but instead it seemed keen on running amok with the rest of them.
He sighed, and perked up at the sound of a great, big BOOM!, pulling himself slightly out of the socket just in time to see an explosion rock asphalt, concrete, and metal into the air.
Sweet...! And the flaming skeletal horse was stampeding straight for he who had done such destruction, not that the mouse recognized him as such.
It's not as though a mere rodent would know how guns work.
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Post by Nifa on Sept 30, 2017 18:48:08 GMT
She could have seen this coming. Pale lips grinned as she gazed into her favorite mirror, seeing the chaos unfold before her very eyes, from the comfort of her own home! Somehow, the despair and ruin was pleasing to the girl, in no way scary. The very notion was odd, even to the little girl, who gazed briefly over at her smartphone constantly buzzing with text messages and missed calls and voicemails. Her friends from school were no doubt experiencing what was going on, though were likely terrified in their average minds.
Nifa had always been an odd one since she was little, with knowledge of powers she never bothered to use until more recently. Nevertheless, the scenes in the mirror were far more entertaining than the complaining and fearful chatter of her friends, either by call or text. Her parents had told her to remain home, while they went out for their work as Enforcers. Quietly, she was worried about their lives at the hands of the demons, and as such, avoided scrying into what was going on with them, instead turning her attention to the massive continent that loomed a few miles away from the coast; Eokia.
She had seen glimpses of it before, but the wild continent was very difficult to see, having some form of protection around it. Thus, her attention was normally located on the continent of Sanctuary itself, though now the majority of the land was simply gone, as if it no longer existed. Perhaps it was something to worry about, though Nifa could still not comprehend nor stop the excitement pulsing through her. Yes... it must continue. The chaos, the action, she wanted it to remain.
[Smol child in her bedroom. Anyone is free to explore/attack/try to evacuate her.]
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Post by murasaki on Oct 1, 2017 23:53:18 GMT
Today had not been a great day.
First, demonic invasion. A very sloppy one, at that. Blasted creatures should at least attempt some kind of
Second, new competition. Apparently thinking they're hot shit and blasting all over the place. Loose cannons helped no one.
And now someone with a (possibly magical) freight train bowled through the gathering Enforcer lines without so much as an "'scuse me!".
As I picked myself up off the pavement, I was just about to stand up when I see a strangely familiar canister arcing through the air, heading right for the lot of Enforcers who were just picking themselves up from the rude interruption. All I could do was groan internally.
The detonation sent me sprawling for the second time today, although I managed to keep mostly upright this time. It took mere seconds for my computational matrix to calculate the trajectory back to its source -- one Enforcer that was acting unusually. A quick ping confirmed the obvious.
WARNING: Unit Compromised! Immediate action required popped in on one corner of my mindspace. Negotiation was an unnecessary distraction under the current situation; if an Enforcer had gone rogue, no matter the reason, they were a liability. All of them were aware of that fact. Locking onto the defective unit, I altered the cannon to fire a focused, piercing photon beam.
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Post by Blair on Oct 2, 2017 22:39:59 GMT
North, west, east, and south, there were demons all about. Eokia and Sanctuary were both unable to escape the massive influx of evil beasts. As the chaos continued, with bloodshed, destruction, and despair, something new was happening. The scanners from Sanctuary’s anchored satellites were showing the full range of the new land that had appeared. It was in a shape that could only be described as a bird in flight, with some various islands off of its coast. Beyond that, the Authorities were unable to pick up anything else. Any supernatural beings with at least the slightest bit of spiritual or magical presence awareness could notice the great evil coming from the south, however. It filled the hearts of many with only the hint that the worst had yet to come. Within the haunted plane of Necropolis, the rifts continued to grow increasingly unstable. The majority of the rips in the space of that hellish paradise found a surface; the southern waters of their world. The ocean many miles south of Eokia and Sanctuary were stained black, and anything that sunk under their currents was carried off to the third astral plane of the evil ones. Blake Acciaio stood with many of the Necropolis residents at his feet, breathing heavy. Despite his strength, the enemy was tireless in their approach. This indeed was the fall of their world as they knew it. Activating his earpiece to talk to his subordinates, the Director released stern orders. “Tell everyone to activate their mind protection. Release experiment 6566.” “But sir!” came a voice, the radio operator, tucked safely away, desperate in his ear. “That has yet to be fully tested; we don’t know if it’s safe!” “You heard me,” Blake said, reaffirming his command. There was no response; he knew they dared not disobey him. Experiment 6566 was none other than a giant nuke; one engineered to have no harmful effects towards humans, but it would kill off unholy beings, and possibly critically injure various supernatural beings. Of course, the nuke was not foolproof, and was not even out of the first phase of testing. It could easily miss the most random of targets, take lives of humans, destroy stuff not meant to be destroyed, or simply fail altogether by either malfunctioning and not working, or taking the life of anything and everything within its radius. It mattered not; if the enemy was to take his city, they would go down with everybody. He was fully prepared to die for his cause, and did not mind a little bit of ‘risk’ here and there. From the center of the city, the bright light of the unique bomb began, and at a slower speed than one would expect; a mere eighty miles per hour. His enemy could escape, but so could anyone scared of the blast. Most of the buildings would be safe, but corrupt energies would dissipate within the ‘light’, that was not actual light. To victory or bust! OOC:// So, this ‘nuke’ will kill off weaker demons, injure moderate/stronger demons who don't avoid the blast, possibly injure certain supernaturals, and maybe kill off some humans with it. All PCs are guaranteed survival; NPCs, not so much. Have fun, everyone, and enjoy the new site map! Please PM me if there are any questions or concerns.
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Post by Loner。 on Oct 3, 2017 1:25:19 GMT
It was an ugly formidable foe, and a smart one at that, based even on the information gathered in the few moments of observation that the goddess had done in this toxic world. Amitiel had already engaged, shooting lances of light above and below. The fleshy foe was fast, reacting already.
They could target this flesh as much as they wanted. Unless they hit something vital it would not be a win.
They needed to end this quickly.
She began to probe mentally for a target, searching the flesh for a portion that housed a mind, a soul, the portion that could be killed to end the fight. Maybe there was one, but maybe there wasn't. Jay 0
The necropolis rifts were out of control. Ishiki had to make a choice.
No more watching.
He set a course for Necropolis, stepping across the distance with ease. He didn't need to enter Necropolis itself. Instead he had to slip between the rifts into an alter-place actually between one world and the other.
from there be began to sew. Cosmic needle and thread were used to stable the widening gap from one world to another, slowing its growth as much as he could.
if he could have closed it completely he would have, but the best he could do for the moment was to keep it from expanding further, shrink it if he could. Prevent the merge of one universe and another.
He could address removing the rift later. For now it would unfortunately have to stay. Blair
He wasn't free of the explosion. It was a nasty big one.
He embraced the pain with a smile on his face.
Somehow he'd survived.
But not for long.
There were many protocols in place for a rogue soldier. Didn't matter if it had been a bullet, energy shot or nanobots quietly snipping the nerves at the base of the brain.
Welcome back death old friend.
of course, it was the enforcer, not shagul who experienced the last heartbeat.
Time to pick another host.
Target. Infect. Takeover anything with a soul.
Whoop! He got a demon this time! A big guy too, but not a very brainy one. why did so many peeps with brawn lack enough of a brain to tell him anything good? This guy had more potential than as mere brawler cannon fodder.
He hit the ground running.
BOOM The heat and light came towards him, ripping through lesser demons with ease. He rolled, bracing himself, and taking what cover he could.
Damn it! Where had that explosion started? He ran back through his memory and the memories he had stolen from the soldier, figuring it out...
He switched to all fours, and began to run, honing in on the source of the weapon at a speed that did not look likely for his bulk.
He'd figure out what to do if he got there. murasaki XARXU (OOC)
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Post by 0 on Oct 11, 2017 22:24:28 GMT
The fleshy wall was thick, an amalgamous mat of rot that seemed to extend without end, even beyond the boundaries of the universe itself at one point; but, of course, the wall was a physical thing, and had no such defenses against the incorporeal sight of a mental probe that could see through solid objects.
It was brimming with everything from rotting corpse parts to fungi and viruses; this included a variety of organs, brains, hearts, stomachs and more, although they were placed in such a way that they seemed almost random. Each organ had a part to play, but there were hundreds, if not thousands, of them, pumping out and sucking in an assortment of chemicals, fluids and solids alike.
Out of all the fleshy sacs and mycelium vessels within the hellscape, one did stand out, however. It was one of a dozen like it that would readily be within view; like many things, it was cold, dark, and pressurized -- far more than that which could be seen on the outer boundaries of the wall.
What made this particular dark vacuum different were two things: One was that the entirety of the "room" was covered in a fleshy web; the walls dripped with what was essentially gastric acid, flooding the floor, and running out through a small drain in a corner that poured the stuff out somewhere at the foot of a section of wall that split one of the underworld's hellish cities in two. The other was what lay at the core of the room, close to the floor; what seemed to be a chilled sphere, no bigger than a beach ball, that froze the netting around it, and that dimly glowed a dreadful hue of blackish red; it flared, pulsed, and writhed on occasion, not unlike a star on its own.
Still, enough observation might prove that the room, and what it held within, seemed to possess little to no purpose in the grand scheme of things.
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Post by Jay on Oct 12, 2017 3:12:20 GMT
Amitiel Amitiel's blow was, as expected, not entirely effective. The Lord of Terror's body simply shrugged off the attack. However, gazing upon the effect of the smiting gave the angel the answer they needed.
Now, it was time to attack something more substantial.
Vessa's contribution to the fight was massively useful, as it provided a light source for the angel. Using these light particles, a few more spears of light were drawn from thin air, and lobbed at the being.
A number of the fleshy abominations that lined the room were, again, deftly evaded - that is, until a tendril found its way to the angel, nearing knocking the celestial off their flight course.
Turning in midair, they narrowly escaped their wing being ripped from their back, and began to investigate the 'core' sitting near the center of the room.
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Post by murasaki on Oct 12, 2017 7:11:55 GMT
Warnings flashed. Alarms screamed. There was hardly any time to brace myself before being buffeted by the roiling power wave, all sensors temporarily scrambling in the wake of the blast. It felt like every circuit inside me was screaming bloody murder, and extra power had to be diverted just to keep my footing. That said, when it passed, the results were self-evident; many of the demons had simply vanished, unable to keep their forms cohesive after losing all power, leaving behind an ash cloud that coated the immediate area in an eerie greyish snow. A few hadn't been disintegrated, and simply lay dead or dying. Unfortunately, not all of them had been eradicated. My external sensors returned in time to track a rapidly-retreating beast, heading towards the blast's epicenter. Interception was not idea at its current speed, but even with my current energy reservoirs running low, allowing it to continue would cause more troubles. Instead of pursuing on foot, I took to the air, extending large wing-shaped plasma jets to rocket skyward, where I could better track the demon-form. With the skies cleared of most adversaries, it was relatively simple to use various cameras, drones, and other implements to track the monster's movements. It wasn't acting intelligently, except that it had discerned the general direction of whatever had been set off. Curiosities aside, duty required me to stop the thing in its tracks. It took several minutes, but finally the beast entered a clearing; by now I was getting warnings about my power reserves reaching dangerously-low levels. There was just one shot at this, and I wanted to be absolutely sure my aim was true. A flash of inspiration crossed my mind, and I decided to contact the other android from before; it took approximately 124 milliseconds to find what seemed to be a working email to communicate with them or their handler through, and another 4 to send a text message as to the situation, and where it was occurring. Arching in to the air with just about the last of my energy until I stalled out, I recalculated my trajectory, adjusted my aim and dropped, beginning to layer as much shielding before me as I could while falling, angling like a dart to minimize drag and pathing deviance. I'd be frankly shocked if the impact of my quarter-ton weight landing on its back at terminal velocity didn't kill it outright; if that became the case, however... I'd have to either fight it until I went offline, or hope the third party received my message and stopped it. Either way presented long odds, but odds were already slim that it would come to that. I just had to hit the damn thing first. foldy Loner。
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Post by 0 on Oct 12, 2017 20:48:22 GMT
The wall vibrated, a rumbling growl echoing roughly through the land. So close...but "so close" wasn't good enough!
The fleshy mat began to twist and turn upon itself. A third plasma arrow hit it, particles of rot bursting outwards, and a fresh inner skin slid over it. Tendrils lashed out, one managing to knock at least one spear into a barren patch of Necropolis soil, although yet more of the heated rays began to barrage its surface.
Some of the spears seemed to have been deftly aimed, one exploded a hole, another slipping into that hole, carving something of a tunnel. The flesh turned itself outwards to cover it up, but within seconds the wall had been breached, the invader already slipping inside.
It moved like it had a purpose, as though it knew exactly where it was going. Down through vessels at hastening speeds, temperatures dropping, pressures increasing, all with no light or warmth to be found, save for that of the invader itself.
The walls of his inner "tunnels" shot out fleshy finger after fleshy finger, trying to stop the course of the entity as best he could, but the speeds with which it moved, and with so little of a corporeal body to go on...it made it difficult to build up the proper senses just to pinpoint it. Dodging, swerving, within minutes the invader seemed to finally give pause--after ripping through some of the netting that blocked off the dark room.
Again, the walls around it growled and rumbled.
Hardened flesh that had long since been prepared--not for this new invader, mind you, but something else entirely--plugged up all the possible escape routes into the room. The wall's hole was sealed, as was the drainage, and the gastric acid very slowly began to fill the room, caressing the edges of the glowing object near its center. The object pulsed, sending out a wave of cold light, causing a ripple that pushed back the corrosive fluid as it began to touch it; even so, the fluid didn't so much eat through the sphere as get absorbed by it, causing it to bloat as though it were some sort of sponge.
Of the sphere itself, there wasn't much to go on. Hovering in place, it was almost like a ball of glowing fungus, and inside it...something seemed to be moving, wriggling and twitching around.
When the warm invader drew near, the portion of sphere closest to it began to stretch, reaching out in search of the heat's source.
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Post by Loner。 on Oct 25, 2017 4:00:15 GMT
The instincts of prey honed to a razor edge gave him plenty of warning. It seemed he was being hunted by an airborne foe.
Timing would be everything, counting down to the smallest possible window he could project as possible with this body.
And then he abruptly shifted course, rolling away from the point of impact before snapping leathery wings open to catch the shockwaves that followed for lift as he found launch off the buckling ground. What glorious damage the projectile could cause. and what a very good thing that he'd managed to move out of the way.
He propelled himself forward with powerful wingbeats, angling low to the ground, until he could push off from it into leaping bounds. He took cover among the streets, using knowledge gleaned from the enforcer he'd taken over, as well as that of other victims, to plot ahead a route with less open spaces and more twists and turns.
"Missed me. Missed me." He teased, deciding to see if he could bait anything else into giving chase. He wasn't keen on staying to fight but maybe things could get more interesting. murasaki
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Post by Loner。 on Oct 25, 2017 23:42:25 GMT
Closed in as things might be, there would be no darkness while Vessa's presence filled the place, Giving plenty of light for Amitiel to work with. The trap they'd found seemed important in some ways, but it also might be a decoy. It also seemed like their adversary intended it to become a tomb.
She tried to scry the nature of the object in the center. Unfortunately her ability to see into possible futures wasn't always crystal clear in this place. The thing there reminded her of an egg, but it could have a myriad of other purposes. If it was dangerous and how, she sought to know how much so before she struck.
Even with that in mind, the nature of her light became sharper, honed into a weapon. She modified her light to fit this foe, to cut, and then hopefully continue cutting where she struck, similar to how how fire burns paper but at a faster pace. She struck at the 'egg' and at the walls, with arcing blades, hoping to destroy this 'cyst' as well as a greater swath of the surrounding flesh and organs quickly.
Hopefully she had done enough observing and fishing for information to have an effect. 0 Jay
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