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Post by Gar on May 27, 2017 8:52:24 GMT -6
June? I thought you were… gone. And I you. Why exactly did you cease functioning after my vessel was destroyed? I… Well.. Look there is no time for this now. We need your help. Fair enough.
It was curious. As close to death as he was mere moments before, he never felt so alive as he did in this instant. Gar still had much to do in this fight. With Junzentaru back in the picture, Gar had so many more options. Nayru told him to distract the behemoth. Gar grunted. I don't take orders anymore. Now was not the time to bring that up. She was fully transforming into a lizard? Sure. As simple as that is to understand. Mustache rides and fisting... Did everything have to be a double entendre with her?
Gar backed up a couple steps. The gigantic monster was still reeling from his earlier strike. Gar turned his head to check on the sage.
Apparently she was tired. That made sense seeing as how she had warped and healed Gar in the past few moments. Not to mention the flash bomb. Gar sprinted to the green haired researcher’s side. He dug his new axe/club weapon deep into the dirt by her side. The weapon pulsated on it's own with an inspiring light. June should still have the ability to buff Mila, Gar and Nayru's morale.
Gar felt the pulsating courage. But that wasn't enough for them all. Gar placed a hand on Mila's shoulder. "Let me return the favor." [Sacrifice] Gar shook his entire body before coming back to the situation. He would never get used to that feeling. One deep breath in and one deep breath out. Time to mess with the big, bad, behemoth once more.
Gar approached the Cyclops again, weaponless. He held his arms out wide, half-way flexing. "You want another round?" Gar brought his fists together. Pounding them. Much like how the lizard taguel had done earlier. To be fair, Gar had only seen a fully transformed dragon before. That was Aeos, a much different dragon in a much different case than this. He did not know that dragons could partially shift as well. Taguel, however, could become part beast, part man, part whenever they wanted. That was enough to convince the sailor that Nayru was a lizard person.
Maybe she had some other lessons for Gar to learn. The real monster roared, calling Gar's attention. He raised one arm and waved it in front of the monster. "Something tells me you won't get the same kind of cheap shot you had earlier." Taunt or not, Gar prepped himself to bail in case the monster swung at him again.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 29, 2017 0:42:36 GMT -6
Well, Gar was.. NOT sitting there jerking off or crying, or both at once, so he was... maybe... ok with the plan? Honestly at this point she just had no idea what the hell to make of the sailor slash pirate slash dumber-than-her individual, the latter of which was a heck of a feat and one that she could respect. That was how friendships formed, right? People bonding over how they were actually too stupid to live? She was the reigning champion at that, but Gar was putting up a good fight for the world heavyweight championshi-uh right focusing.
She'd been taking a dozen or so steps backward, arching her shoulders back as she focused and flushed the tubes so to speak - that wasn't actually a euphemism for farting, she was actually legitimately pushing charges of magic through her body to make sure there weren't any major blocks or problems, scales flaking off of her arms as the halfshift dissipated. No need for half measures here or wasting time and energy keeping that crap going. She had a plan. It was a very bad plan, the kind that Remus would be very unhappy with her about afterwards, so it was probably for the best that he wasn't here and that Miller chick was taking a nap since she seemed like the reasonable type. Phew. Nayru pushed a deep breath out. Try not to think too hard about how badly all of this is gonna go. Try extra hard not to remember that they were LITERALLY right next to Etruria and there was legitimately no worse place next to transform next to. And ESPECIALLY don't think about the fact that it was quite likely that Gar and Mila were going to try to kill her when they realized she was actually a dragon.
No pressure or anything.
She was already pitching forward and running when the thought go hit her, the sky darkening above them for miles as storm clouds rolled in out of nowhere, almost as if apparated from thin air... or just from enough raw elemental magic to supercharge a torch for the next three hundred millennia. Big dumb and ugly was a good eighty feet away, and she had to time this just right to actually pull this off... seventy-five... seventy... There was a great energy surging through her body, a level of hype that kept building up in her breast, feeling as if it was going to tear her apart. Which was TECHNICALLY the idea, sort of, but um in the right way, not the wrong way. Sixty... the clouds overhead continued to thicken and darken, tinged unnaturally red as if the sun above was burning out. Fifty-five... there!
Nayru jumped off the ground, sort of, but it was less of a jump as a detonation of raw magic and electrical force that cratered the ground beneath her and incinerated the grass all around for two or three meters, sending her skyrocketing into the air based on a series of hasty calculations that suggested she would PROBABLY float just fine as long as she gauged the weights perfectl... yeah ok this was going to go to crap wasn't it? 100% no question about it. God dammit she was going to look even dumber than usual here. Something about that realization brought a sense of calm acceptance and bemusement to the derpy dragon as she realized that eh, what the hell, it didn't actually matter that much.
"HEAVEN OR HELL," she shouted, as much for dramatic effect as to attempt to grab the cyclops' attention away from Gar as she passed the peak of her ascent and gravity took over again. The storm above pulsed, crimson light sparkling throughout it, and she tried to gauge the landing as best she could. Normally there was uh, a little more finesse with this crap, but at this point she was wading ass deep in crap creek and kinda stuck going through with this dumbass plan whether she liked it or not. If one happened to be looking up at the clouds and not the screaming maniac who seemed poised to sail neatly overhead the cyclops in a truly impressive display of stupidity that would be written about for centuries to come, they might have noticed the concentric rings drawing ever nearer to a single point overhead - not quite over the cyclops but pretty close - coincidentally over a single particular airborne asshole.
"LET'S ROCK!"
The sky shattered as a tremendous bolt of light so intense it transcended merely blinding struck, ripping apart the cloud cover in a monstrous beam of pure magic that struck the woman and enveloped her and tore her apart all at once. It didn't hurt any less than the last time, but it was a hell of a lot faster than the sweet and soft way, and when the light pulsed and exploded everywhere the only thing greater than the sonic boom was the deafening roar as several tons of obsidian scales attached to some unpleasantly large teeth and claws came crashing down (almost) directly on top of the cyclops, who seemed less than impressed with the whole spectacle but was a good enough sport to block both paws with his own meaty arms, a feat that quickly brought him smashing down back first into a crater of his own design and would have turned most anything to a wonderful puddle of the exceptionally splashy variety.
Apparently no one had remembered to tell tall dark and ugly that, because instead of going boom he used the rebound of his own body to push upwards, dislodging the furry missile and sending it spinning as it ricocheted off him, smashing through a few trees and one extremely unfortunate lilac bush as it righted itself, a mouth full of teeth and eyes full of fire (actually normal eyeballs but there was enough reddish-black lightning everywhere that it was an easy mistake to make) staring at the creature as the forest fire started.
...f**k.
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Post by Mila on May 29, 2017 9:39:08 GMT -6
The sage slept in the middle of the battlefield. Her mind was lost in a swirling sea of darkness and dreamlessness. And that was an oddly pleasant experience. In the dark, she had no fear, no feeling, no sense of time or space. There were no massive cyclopes in her dark world. No lightning channeling demi gods. No strange sailors who sought death. It was a calm, relaxing, sort of place. The battle outside her mind raged on. And she couldn't see of feel any of it. She couldn't see the transformation Nayru was making. She couldn't see the storm clouds looming up ahead. And for a brief fleeting moment, the Sage felt that everything was all right with the world. She could have died right then and there and her soul would probably be alright with it. But the moment would not last. The effects of the potion would hit her and slowly force her awake. She'd be thrust back into the chaos of the battle and into the blinding world of light.
Slowly, her senses started to return to her. First, it was the sense of scent. She could smell the charged air of the atmosphere. A stark contrast to the fresh forest air that had been there before. And that scent sent a chill down her spine. The monster was still moving and thus still making the earth rattle. Another chill. Then a feeling of warmth and a voice. Gar? Was the madman still alive? That was reassuring. Then there was the unmistakable rattle of thunder and that opened her eyes. She sat up quickly in shock ready to run for whatever sort of shelter she could.
She stared up at the sight in front of her. Nayru was in the air above the monstrous creature and got struck by lightning. Holy.. Sh*t That was the first thought that rolled in her head. The second thought was Holy Crap! Followed by, What the hell do we do now? And then WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
Now, Mila had expected Nayru to fall down onto the earth as a charred corpse. That was the only logical choice of action on had when they were struck by lighting. Not falling down onto the earth as a four-legged lightning behemoth. Not that that really bothered the cyclopes. Who looked like it had picked up the furry thing and threw it off into the forest. Mila pulled herself off the floor and back on her feet. She couldn't wrap her head around any of this. Not anymore at least. They.. were out here. Next to Eturia. Three.. people. A crazy sailor. An anti-Kraft sage. And a thunder beast. In a storm. A forest fire. Fighting a gigantic monster. And getting their asses kicked. Eturia would send their army to investigate the hell out of this island. And kill them all in the process. She could feel something welling up within her. A weird sensation of anger and confusion. She took a deep breath in and out.
"Oh.. screw it." She fished the Gaea tome off of the ground. She dusted it off and put it away. She grabbed the Volcannon tome out of her bag.
"Might as well make the beacon brighter right?" Now Mila wasn't fully fluent in the art of casting Volcannon. But she had been practicing the spell in her off time. At least enough to make the fire spire shoot up in one direction and NOT burn herself to a crisp in the process. But if there was any other time for her to experiment with her magic, this was going to be it. What better place to use crazy dangerous to your advantage then this place right here. She started to focus on the powers of fire. Two orange orbs appeared in her hand and she could feel herself heating up from its effects. She kept her vision focused squarely on the cyclopse and nothing else. She freed her mind of all distractions despite being in the one place that was full of terrible life ending distractions. Just wait. For the right. Moment.
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Post by Gar on May 29, 2017 11:37:58 GMT -6
If things weren’t already hard for the berserker to follow, they got slightly more complicated. Thunder and lightning clouds covered the clearing. That was strange, Gar usually had a good feel for how the weather was going to change. But that change paled in comparison to another change. Nayru took off into the sky as if boosted by some time of updraft. She rose right into the line of a lightning bolt. But that was a good thing in this one, very specific, case. A great thing even. When Nayru returned to the earth she was a full-fledged dragon. It didn’t look like Aeos’ true form but it was still draconic. No doubt about that.
Gar was awestruck as she crashed down upon the cyclops, in a red-black blaze of glory. Gar pumped a fist into the air. “Yo ho ho, That’s what I’m talking about!” Then the cyclops tossed her away into the trees. The berserker had to shift his positioning to see what had come of the transformed Nayru. Looked like she was okay. But Gar wasn’t some spectator here, he was still a part of this fight. He picked his jaw off the floor and moved to grab his new weapon. Mila was back in commission at this point. Good. The sage was even charging more spells by the look of it.
Gar gripped new June and hefted it onto his shoulder. As cool as Gar felt posing in the scenery of fire and lightning, he had to add to the fight. As far as Gar could tell, the new weapon had two powers, Inspiration magic and strength magic. Time to try that strength out. Gar focused in an attempt to bring the specific power that he wanted from the weapon. New June stopped pulsing light. A fair indicator that it was no longer releasing the Luce magic.
Switching to the strength boost, Gar took a couple practice swings. They felt good. Really good. Now that he had gotten somewhat accustomed to these increased physical capabilities, he had to find a way to put them to good use. Gar scanned the scene, his eyes landed on the pile of earthen rubble from Mila’s earlier Gaea cast. He could probably put those to use somehow. Gar moved toward the rubble pile.
He reached down and gripped a large stone. Larger than he would typically be able to carry with one hand. Gar tossed the stone into the air, then readied his weapon. As the stone descended, he swung the flat of his axe at it. The axe collided with the boulder, accelerating it toward the cyclops at an incredible speed.
The rock hit its target in the stomach, shattering on impact. The cyclops shifted but seemed to hardly care about the projectile. It was likely more concerned with the lightning dragon beast. Understandable, but Gar didn’t like being ignored. He would have to get up close and personal with the colossal monster again.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 31, 2017 20:07:50 GMT -6
Ok well people weren't screaming and sending paper airplanes to Kraft, or hitting her with magic, that was... probably a good sign...? Admittedly she didn't have a great deal of experience in transforming around people, at least not without knowing them, so maybe it was normal for people in Elibe to just be A-OK with dragons and she had been overthinking everything for the last few centuries. Mila was just chillaxing, Gar was picking his nose or yelling or whatever, honestly neither of them looked particularly concerned and Gar was enthusiastic if anything. Yay world peace!
...Yeah probably not.
The dragon barreled through a half fallen tree in her way, the wooden trunk splintering as it broke upon her armored scales and it burst back into the clearing to the accompaniment of another several random lightning strikes throughout... two of which hit more trees... yeah this was not going as planned. Gar was smacking the cyclops around with rocks, which was reasonably impressive as far as combat went but she was more concerned about him missing, or 'missing' with them and getting something in her eyes which was commonly considered a dick move in dragon culture. Not that it stopped the cyclops from giving Gar the stink eye and then turning around and giving Nayru two stink eyes, blinking to emphasize how much stink there - ok yeah that joke was already getting old.
Dragon and cyclops crashed into each other like two especially overweight sumo wrestlers, the dragon's raking claws met by the creature's tough arms as they wrestled for a moment. Normally this is where she would yell ALRIGHT [person she was traveling with] HIT THEM IN THE DICK, but unfortunately dragons didn't talk people, or at least she didn't, and outside of roaring very coherently she didn't think that Gar and Mila were gonna really understand anything she said. Roared. Whatever. They both seemed to be doing stuff but she wasn't really sure what so for the time being she was just gonna try to keep the big lug distracted.
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Post by Mila on Jun 5, 2017 20:12:59 GMT -6
It's getting hot. The green-clad sage spoke to herself as beads of sweat dripped down the sides of her face. Volcanon was an incredibly powerful fire tome. But, the spell's preparation wasn't the only factor at play that was making her sweat. She was still mildly scared out of her mind. The fact that she was out here in a storm, in close proximity to a lightning beast, in Eturia, and there's a cyclops. Yeah she probably wouldn't ever get over the fact that there is a cyclops in front of her. Plus there was the whole fact that she was not the most universally adept with Volcanon. She had been practicing with the spell ever since she got it but she wasn't perfect at it. If she had to compare it to grades between A through F with A being the highest, she felt that the was ranked at a solid C.
But, the sage felt that they needed the extra fire power. Gaea wasn't quite cutting it in the way she needed. Not to mention it was incredibly draining on the young sage. That was not to say that Volcannon didn't come with it's own set of challenges. The spell was vastly different then the standard fire spell. With Volcanon, the weak fire that she had grown up with felt like acid hovering over her hands. Must.. focus..
Must.. Focus. She opened her eyes to take a look at the battle in front of her. The cyclops was still standing. Ultra beast Nayru was clawing away at the monster's mighty arms. Gar lobbed the spiked clod of dirt Gaea had made earlier. Mila looked at the cyclops' body and tried to figure out a good spot for her to lob this spell she had been charging. She could go for the obvious eye. But, as she tried to "move" the spell of flames upwards towards she could feel it pulling her back. It was a weird sensation. But she forced herself to move the focus of the spell and settled for a healthy middle ground of the cyclops' big belly button. She didn't even want to know what sort of mother birthed that monstrosity to warrant a belly button. Burning!
And she really was burning. The heat of the fire was starting to become too much for Mila to hold. The tips of her clothes were starting to become burnt and she smelled slight bits of burning hair. She focused and looked at the beast's belly button and finally released the spell. She groaned as she released the concentrated burst of energy, she combined both orbs of fire into one orb, lifted her hands up, and the orb disappeared. The orb reappeared in the space between the air and the monster's loins. Mila brought her arms down made a breaking motion with her arms. The orb of fire swirled for a moment before erupting in a massive cylindrical spiral of burning flame. The fire tower was as wide as an oversized wagon wheel lying on the ground and taller than three men standing on top of one another's shoulders. It wasn't the most impressive sized firey inferno, but the location, couldn't be better. Sure it wasn't the belly. But it certainly hurt.
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Post by Gar on Jun 5, 2017 22:35:49 GMT -6
More fire and more lightning sprang forth around Gar and his comrades. If smoke continued to rise, nearby people would see. Gar knew firsthand that Etrurians weren’t huge fans of pirates. He could only assume how they felt about dragons. Clocks ticking. Who knew how long exactly it would take for nearby villagers to inspect this unusual scene?
Nayru’s large dragon form tied up with the behemoth. That gave Gar quite the opening. Gar ran forward, leaving the pile of rubble behind. He slowed down for a split second to decide how to ascend this time. It wasn’t the easiest of choices, climb the monstrosity that wouldn’t stop until it smashes everything into pulp or climb the draconic ally that discharges lightning? Difficult call as it may be, Gar made it quickly. Gar approached the cyclops' feet, to test it he could reenact his earlier feat. He turned to address Nayru's large form.
Gar spoke, unsure if she could hear his words. “I’ll be up in no time. Just try not to zap me okay?” Assuming she was like Aeos, she could still tell her friends from her enemies, even in dragon form. He began to climb. Gar didn’t really have a way to holster the big new weapon, so he was forced to jam it into the cylops' leg with every step. He must have looked like a monkey or perhaps a gorilla with all this climbing. Good thing new June gave him strength to allow for him to make the climb from foot to shoulder in a reasonable amount of time. Gar ascended the behemoth's backside this time. Light and heat poured from below, it felt like an explosion of fire. That both figuratively and literally was something to light a fire beneath him. The monster's range of motion, combined with Nayru keeping it busy made this climb substantially easier.
Gar pulled himself up onto the cyclops' shoulder. This was a sight. Seeing a dragon and a cyclops tangle up so close was something not many would ever get to see, let alone get involved in. “Don’t worry big guy, I’ll be off your back soon.” Gar chuckled at the little joke, took two preparation steps and then made another boat-hopping leap.
The berserker sailed into the air, aiming for the cyclops’ chin. Gar brought his weapon behind his head. With all the strength he and the imposing axe could muster, Gar swung his weapon at the monster’s chin, flexing his abs and rounding his back to deliver as much force as possible. The strike succeeded in splitting the monster’s chin open and forcing its head sideways. Now that felt like a good hit. Gar saw some of the behemoth’s corrupt blood fall back down to the earth.
Oh yeah that was right. Things unsupported in the air fall. Gar was one of those things. Gar was falling. Maybe he should’ve planned this out better. Maybe he was a little too excited to continue trying out the big new weapon. Either way he needed a bit of a helping hand right now or he would become an unsightly smear on the ground near the large creature’s feet.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jun 5, 2017 23:30:49 GMT -6
Whatever her strengths may have been, Nayru was... not entirely accustomed to fighting alongside people when transformed. It wasn't some big fancy deep meaningful thing where she couldn't trust them or was terrified of hurting them (ok, a little of that last one), but mostly just practical; she... honestly didn't really know what to do with a bunch of midgets scrambling around everywhere. She also wasn't really used to people setting off explosions next to her so the Mila boom was a bit of a surprise, and took a moment to realize that it was under the cyclops and not, say, oh she was just spitballing here, totally random example, but say, dunno, maybe her? She hadn't met many things that could do that much damage to her transformed, but she also wasn't an expert on getting hit by magic either, and Nayru didn't really want to find out what happened there.
Then Gar was yelling up at her, talking about meaningless things that gave her the vague sense he was going to be doing something, but she was sort of busy trying to push back against the cyclops' strength and didn't have perfect 360 degree vision so she just tried not to do anything too likely to squish him. Well, until he came sailing outta bumfuck nowhere to cut the cyclops in the face, a pretty nice downwards slash actually she had to give it to him, that... kept... going down...
He had a parachute or something, right?
The dragon growled in a remarkably sarcastic way, the kind of grunt that very explicitly implied thoughts along the lines of 'you didn't think your cunning plan all the way through, did you?' Which was pretty articulate for a single growl, but then dragons had many strange and magical abilities, and Nayru's apparently included being snarkastic. The back of her armored paw was roughly as soft and giving as the inside of an Iron Maiden and half as comfortable, but nonetheless extended out to provide a falling landing point to Gar before unceremoniously bumping him off to fall the minor remaining distance when the enraged cyclops, who was now also on fire, started pushing a lot harder as Mila's spell died out.
While it was clear that both human's assaults had managed to do a reasonable amount of damage to the cyclops, it was far from a mortal blow but certainly enough to REALLY piss it off, and even disarmed it still had, er arms, which were rather strong and full of muscle, and while she was pretty swole too, Nayru didn't have quite the range of motion that it did. So it was kinda hard to box it like she normally would have liked to. On the bright side, she did now have a face full of teeth, so the next flailing punch that slammed into her armored shoulders, despite the shockwaves of pain that it sent through her, found itself arrested by the aforementioned jaws that clamped down and ground through flesh and bone along the way to ripping off the creature's arm entirely, skin and ligaments snapping and tearing to the accompaniment of the creature's strained grunts and the now thoroughly pissed off dragon spitting the severed arm onto the ground - hopefully not ON Gar but she could live with that - and tackling the cyclops head on again.
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Post by Mila on Jun 6, 2017 7:00:53 GMT -6
Mila let her arms fall down as the great fiery inferno spiraled upwards. She was panting again. Her body was far too warm for her liking and her throat felt so very dry. She'd kill for something cold to drink or a jump in a semi frozen lake. Anything to help her cool down. The sage looked up at the clouds and cursed them. All that buildup with thunder and lightning and not a single drop of water had fallen down from them.
“Ugh.” The one time I really want it to rain. It mocks me with.. A thunderous boom interrupted her thoughts.
“Well screw you too sky!” She was in no mood for any more shenanigans. The sage's disposition changed. She wasn't sure if it was due to the fact that she had just used a fire magic. Or if she really was just tired of all this. Gar the sea monkey had climbed himself up onto the Cyclops again. As if he didn't learn his lesson from before. And thunder beast Nayru charging at the thing and subsequently saving Gar from falling to his death. Then ripping the giants arm off with her teeth.
“Finally.” She spoke to herself and had a slightly twisted grin. They were making visible progress. An end to the nightmare. She caught herself and stopped smirking like a madwoman. She knew for whatever suffering that was inflicted could have the possibility of it being returned to her two fold in some distant future. The books called it karma. Mila shook her head.
“Been killing monsters too long now for that sort of sentimentality.” Mila reasoned with herself as she swapped tomes. The sage held the brown tome in one hand and raised the other above her head. She knew the high of the Volcanon tome would wear off shortly. Gaea’s earth magic coursed through her. The earthen magic steeled her nerves. We're gonna hit this brute right in the gut this time.
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Post by Gar on Jun 6, 2017 12:57:57 GMT -6
Gar was falling, faster by the second. He heard a surprisingly emotive growl, something like an ‘I’m not mad I’m just disappointed’ growl. Then suddenly, he was met by a something that felt harder than the ground itself. Gar coughed the air out of his lungs. At this moment, Gar thought he should’ve just hit the ground. Admittedly, it did reset his velocity to zero, allowing him to fall the rest of the way without reaching terminal velocity. Gar rested on the ground at the feet of these giant combatants, just trying to regain his breath.
He was seriously beat after that last attack and the subsequent fall. He had seriously over done it in this fight. Running around, distracting, climbing, swinging axes, sacrificing, smashing rocks, swinging another axe and falling. It all caught up with him. Gar didn’t want to move but knew that he needed to. The combat raged on above him and the fighters likely didn’t care what was going on at their feet. Gar switched June from strength to morale boost. Just a little more June. Just enough to get me out of here. The weapon began to glow, but it didn’t give Gar the boost he needed.
Gar remained sprawled on the earth as Nayru bit and tore the cyclops’ arm clean off. Gar was left breathless all over again. Then she dropped it. The majority of the massive arm was on a trajectory to miss the beat berserker. But as the arm crashed to the earth, a finger, or two, or a hand fell toward him. Gar tried desperately to draw some energy from his weapon. Still none came from the axe the housed a spirit once known for its inspiration.
Gar brought the glowing weapon above his body. The light trailed behind the massive axe, and lingered. Hard light remained in the air above the berserker. The monster’s arm collided with the light. The light caught the weight of the hand for a moment. Gar’s eyes must’ve been playing tricks on him right? The monster’s hand mostly slid off the lingering light, away from Gar’s body. As Gar tried to make sense of yet another change in what he understood as his reality, the light dissipated, allowing the remaining little finger to fall the rest of the way onto his torso.
Gar groaned. He managed to squirm from beneath the monster’s severed arm. He wanted to question June about that last light trick, but the weapon was also out of steam. It wasn’t glowing and Gar definitely didn’t feel particularly strong at the moment. So Gar used the weapon as best he could. He placed the axe into the ground, using it to help him get to his feet.
He felt like some kind of tired, old man as he retreated away from the battle of giants. Gar had done all that he could, and in the state that he was in he would probably just get in Nayru’s way. Well, more in her way. He moved to where he had left his tattered coat and placed a knee down on top of it. He saw Mila switching up her tomes again. Damn, their both still plugging away. Meanwhile, he was fully out of energy. It was all he could do to stall concious. He faced Nayru and the monster as they continued their fight. Gar clenched a fist. No doubt in his mind. You can finish this.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jun 10, 2017 2:35:49 GMT -6
Ugh, it tasted like rubber and sewage. The dragon tried uselessly to either chew or spit the taste away, licking her lips in one last ditch effort that only made the problem worse, and shook her head as she realized that this was probably the most damage the beast had actually done to her - the shoulder thing would heal, so would her pride, but not the memory of that taste. Ugh.
On the bright side, glancing down at the fallen berserker he did NOT appear to be a bloody smear in the ground. So that was good. Probably. His weapon was doing some... light... thing that she hadn't seen previously, Nayru was NOT in any way an expert on magic weapons and had no idea what the f**k it was even supposed to be doing. The grand total of her experience with them had been getting her crap kicked in with one on Sacae, and cutting herself with Veigue's sword so she could complete that circuit and charge up the defunct magic weapon into a thunder sword. So... all in all, not a great history. She'd have to ask him about it later. In the meantime, they had a fight to win. Unfortunately, no one had clued the cyclops in to the idea that having your arm chewed off was supposed to kill you, or at least render you completely harmless, because it was looking even angrier and more bereaved than usual. Not that she could blame it. The damn thing had taken some pretty big hits here, from Mila's firebomb to Gar's helmsplitter to her... eating it's arm... man she was NOT showing off how intelligent dragons were supposed to be here, was she?
But the beast was clearly seriously damaged, having stumbled back in the wake of the rapid succession of attacks and nursing its savaged arm, which gave the group a moment to try to capitalize on that. So it wasn't a hopeless fight. Just a tough one. And it was definitely not as much of a thingy as that bloody chimera, for which she was grateful. But... hm. Dammit. She was gonna have to do 'that' again, huh? At least as far as Nayru could tell, what they really needed to put this thing down was big ticket hits not wearing it down, and she never liked using breath attacks. Not in human form where they fucked up her throat, and not here where the... scale... could be a problem. On the bright side, the tree cover was already on fire, so it's not like she could really make THAT much worse.
Slamming her right paw into the earth and pushing the left downward to help stabilize her balance, the bestial dragon's jaws opened wide, crimson and shadow alike swirling around inside her gaping maw as magic coalesced into a much larger and more destructive form of magic than anything she could pull off in human form. She could - feel the atmosphere pulse around her, the thunderstorm overhead roaring in affirmation of her actions, the intensity of the lightning strikes increasing from random to a veritable shower, the waves of magic pouring off of her like a bonfire of essence. She'd heard that manaketes could actually control all that stuff. Maybe Erim. But right now she didn't need a fancy light show. Nayru just needed one thing. And she was pretty sure she could do that at least.
There was a moment of silence, the crackling electricity almost stopping for a moment, then a massive torrent of shadowed lightning streamed forth, a coherent beam of shrieking energy rather than wide-area breath that slammed into the recuperating cyclops and ripped through the flesh and bone of its chest as though they hadn't even existed in the first place, burning and melting through the tough substance and rending through its back as the wave of destruction continued unabated through a number of unfortunate trees and, well, everything else in its path.
(OOC: for clarity, cyclops is still standing and beam ongoing)
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Post by Mila on Jun 11, 2017 17:11:18 GMT -6
Mila could feel something welling up inside her, a hot, bile like substance that seemed to have lodged itself in her throat. She was really pushing herself past her limit and her body was responding in kind. Her body wanted her to stop before she did something lethal. She ignored it. Swallowed the mystery liquid back down, was a terrible acidic mess. She wouldn't give up though. Nayru the thunder beast had ripped it's arm off. Gar weekend it's eyes. The fact that it was showing clear signs of damage meant that it was dying. At least that's how she interpreted it. A strange sensation swept over her now. The same sort of pinching pain one got if they hit their elbow. The numbing pain crawled up her body starting from her finger and toe tips and traveled inward. It got worse as she tried to move the earth. She groaned as the earth slowly twisted to her beck and call. “Just.. a… bit more..” She muttered through her teeth. She glanced back at the battlefield. Nayru delivered a blast of reddish lightning that tore a hole through the monster's chest. She didn't think there was any spell that was that powerful. It was a little unsettling that sort of magic came from lightning. For a brief moment the world around her morphed to that day in the tombs. She could feel the pull of the earth trying to drag her down into it’s dry depths. Mila shook her head. And the world was back to the way it should be. Her staring down a cyclops. She exhaled. Then slowly raised both her arms. Above her head the magic started to take form. At first the spell was just a small clod of spherical dust. But slowly the surrounding dirt, rock, and dust rose up from the floor, and fed itself into the sphere. Little by little the sphere took shape. A massive spike of harden rock and earth had formed over the sage’s head. The spike was about twelve feet long and about five feet tall, and it resembled a broken stalactite. Mila flicked a finger so that the tip of the stone looked like the sharp end of a writer’s quill. And then she flung both her arms forward and “threw” the rock at the cyclops. The massive spike hit the cyclops square in the gut. Mila then turned around, hunched over, and threw up. The stresses placed on her body were greater than they were when she did the fire spike. After hurling, she felt terrible. She retreated a bit into the tree line and plopped down at the base of a tree. Panting. Dizzy. Tired. Disgusted. She knew she couldn’t use any more magic for the day.
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Post by Gar on Jun 11, 2017 21:00:44 GMT -6
Storm clouds continued to gather, the earth rumbled beneath him and the fire still grew ever larger. And Gar was just here to bear witness. He didn't have the power over the elements like the other two in the party. Even if he did, he was too drained to move from his spot. Gar watched as Dragon form Nayru continued charging something. Gar had to wonder what she was doing. Then it was revealed.
Good thing Gar was already kneeling when he saw that. A beam of destructive crimson and black lightning pierced straight through the chest cavity of the behemoth. Seeing the dragon's breath attack first hand, Gar was simultaneously grateful and awestruck. On the one hand, the Cyclops wasn't going to be getting up from that. Especially with Mila's earth spike piercing it's gut. However, seeing a dragon devastate an enemy so powerful put some thoughts in Gar's mind. No wonder the eight heroes thought they had to take the dragons out. They're just.. So powerful. Of course Gar wouldn't try to follow in the heroes' footsteps, but he saw their rationale at the very least. Gar shook his head and blinked to return to the situation at hand.
Gar watched the colossal threat fall to the earth, shaking the ground one last time. "Damn right." Gar spoke mostly for his own benefit. The fight was over. The most difficult battle of the berserker's life was now just a page in the history books. A page that would hopefully be torn up and burned. Gar knew what this whole thing meant. Not everyone was as okay with dragons as he and Mila appeared to be. Not to mention the panic Etruria would fall under if they knew how close this cyclops was.
Gar let out a breath and rose gingerly. His arm was still loose and there was dried blood on his brow. He began to pick up his tattered clothes. "We'd better get out of here. Don't want to get caught up with them Etrurians do we?" Gar spoke to his companions. Gar wished he had a way to dispose of the monster's giant corpse, but he had no such idea. It wasn't like they could stick around and wait for it to decompose. Gar called to Nayru and Mila, offering them both some means of transportation.
"My crew is through the forest. We have a couple of ships that can take you wherever you need to go. We can figure that out when we get there." Gar began to move toward the treeline, avoiding a puddle of stomach acid on the earth. The berserker was half carrying, half dragging the new weapon. It sure was heavy when he wasn't using the strength boost to mitigate the weight.
Gar definitely hoped they would come to the boats with him. He had much to discuss with both of them. However, Gar wouldn't complain if they had alternative methods of travel, or perhaps they had unfinished business here. Either way the tired berserker began to make his way back to his crew.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jun 13, 2017 1:43:33 GMT -6
The beam tapered off as it carved upwards through the creature's chest, leaving contrails of red and black wisping into nonexistence in its passage as the remainder of the energy passed into parts unknown. Just another reason she didn't like using it. The possibility of collateral damage. And the sore throat. Mostly the throat thing, honestly.
Between the massive blast of energy and the gigantic stalactite (or was it stalagmite? she could never remember which were the roof ones) that Mila conjured up, the final barrage of attacks was enough to finally bring the gigantic monstrosity to its knees, finally collapsing backward from the weight of the earth impaling it. Nayru breathed deeply, snorting a gust of air outward as she regarded the scene with distaste. She'd heard tales of how bad cyclops could be, from Arcadia and from writings, but never fought one herself. And it... bothered her, for some reason, that it would have been a much harder fight without Gar and Mila's aid. She wasn't so proud that she was incapable of accepting help, and Nayru was quite aware that Remus and Veigue had both saved her life against larger foes, but the idea of... needing help still seemed distasteful to her.
The ideal, after all, would be the force who could help everyone else without having the weakness of inability herself. That she ahd benefitted heavily from help with this creature just meant that she wasn't strong enough, or smart enough, or maybe both. Well. Whatever. She'd feel sorry for herself later. The dragon stopped moving, eyes closed, focusing for a few moments before one last bolt of lightning struck her form from above, dissipating to reveal only the humanoid form of the darker skinned Nabatan as the clouds above began to dissolve into merely a cloudy sky. Not instantly of course. Things were never THAT simple. But at least the violent storm was passing by as quickly as it had come. There was probably going to be some rain in the near future.
Aaaaaand she didn't have a ride anymore.
If she actually had to doggy paddle across the strait she was gonna slap a fool.
While any mention of... crew... was less than ideal from her perspective, Nayru sighed in abject sorrow at the realization that at this point she was more excited about fighting a bunch of pirates than swimming that far and potentially ruining her clothes in the process. And she was still sore. Ugh. Transforming was... less exhausting than it had once been, but still not exactly a walk in the park. And Mila was barfing up a storm for some reason. Was she... always like this? Nayru didn't actually know that many mages, really just Remus, maybe it was normal to evacuate your bodily fluids after casting. Probably not. Buut neither of them seemed to be screaming dragon, if anything both of them seemed unnaturally calm about it, and that drew the dragon's curiosity more than anything else.
"Yeah... I could use the ride," she half-shouted to Gar after a few more moments, resolving to at least give this a shot, and walked over to the sitting Mila with a slightly bemused look on her face. She swore that the mage looked like the worst off of the three of them. She was nearly unscathed, and Gar seemed to be walking fine, aside from the axe thing. Eh. People either got REALLY bitchy about being offered help or really thankful, 50 50, and at this point she had stopped caring which was which. Nayru extended a hand to Mila hoping for the former. "You need a hand? Or a ride. Either's fine, just don't barf on my clothes."
OOC: this strikes me as a decent closing point, if either of y'all want to post again to react that's cool and all but the rest could probably be taken to supports. Your call, Gar.
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Post by Mila on Jun 13, 2017 21:20:00 GMT -6
And so.. the monster falls. Mila mused as she watched the cyclops buckle over and fall to the earth with a large thud. It's blackened life's blood spilled out onto the ground. Mila sighed softly. She knew the blood would contaminate the ground and drain the forest of its vitality. Provided if the forest fire and storm didn't destroy it first. Or maybe the Etrurian inquisition would destroy this place to stop whatever sort of power that spawned the giant one-eyed brute in the first place. That sounded like a completely logical thing for Eturia to do. Actually... that sounded like a really good idea. Who knows what sort of things still lurked in these woods, or what other sorts of things that would appear with the death of that big bastard. It was a shame she couldn't stay and record exactly what happens to a cyclops when it died. It would have helped with her research. Too dangerous.
Nayru seemingly shifted back into what could be described as her human form. She did not expect the change back to regular old human to be so explosive. Then again it WAS a bolt of red lightning that caused her to change in the first place, so it made sense. Yeah. She was going to have to go with that for now since she didn't have the time to think about the transmutation properties of red lightning on demi-gods. She would have a million and one questions to ask her later. When she wasn't so sick and tired. She had other more important things to think about. Like the area that was presently on fire.
Mila then wondered what would become of the people who lived on the mainland. To those small fishing communities who were relatively out of Eturia's field of vision. Their actions here would draw the military and the inquisition to those territories and probably cause a whole lot of chaos in their search for answers. Thank the gods I remembered to use a fake name when talking to those bumpkins. The inquisitions inevitable focus on this little piece of Eturia also hindered her ability to go back the way she came. But, Gar had a solution to that. His group, crew, mates, whatever they were, were apparently on the other side of the forest. With boats that can take them out of this newly cursed place.
"I will.. take.. you up on... that boat ride. Can't go back. And anywhere is better than here." She spoke weakly. The barfing had effectively messed her throat up a bit, and she lacked any water to make it feel better. Nayru had approached her and offered her hand. To which, Mila glanced at it briefly, then took it. She used it to pull herself off the ground and back onto her feet. And she used it to keep herself balanced as she nearly fell back onto the ground because she had forgotten how exhausted she was.
"Thank you. For both the hand and the ride." She let go after a bit.
"But, I think I will walk. I don't think I'm quite.. puke-free yet." As she said that she could feel her stomach squeeze itself. And she covered her mouth with her hand and burped. Nasty..ugh..
"Sorry."
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