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Post by Gar on May 7, 2017 21:48:35 GMT -6
Planning? That was a good call. If you aren't a holy weapon wielding berserker that is. All of Gar's plans typically went the same way. Hit them with a big axe until they stop doing bad things. Now then, with the plan all straightened out Gar smirked at Mila. He had a strangely playful kind of madness in his eyes as he responded to her question. "Aye." Gar took off behind Nayru. No way she was going to beat him to the first hit. Gar sprinted to catch up with Nayru then circled around to the monster's backside.
Gar swung his axe at the Cyclops' heel in an attempt to cut through an Achilles. The monster's thick skin rejected the slash with such a force that the axe recoiled in Gar's hands. He was actually forced backward by the recoil. Gar furrowed his brow and slashed again, vertically this time. Still no effect, maybe that planning thing was a good idea. Gar hopped backward to get a good look at the monster. Yup, it was very big and very strong. The monster let out a roar that vibrated the air around the sailor. Gar shouted to the party. "I may have pissed it off a little."
Gar's attention was brought to the monster's face. There was something stuck there, something that didn't belong. It was unnatural, well so was the monster itself, but this was a different kind of unnatural. Gar couldn't quite make it out, the monster's face was very far away after all. But the berserker had other problems to deal with. The cyclops began a counter attack. It stomped it's feet and swung it's arms at the annoyances around it's feet. Gar made a couple defensive moves to avoid becoming a paste. Gar noted that this monster was big and dumb, it's attacks lacked finesse. Once again, the irony was lost on the man.
Gar lifted his axe above his head once again and slammed it downward onto the cyclops' foot. Sure enough, the skin of the monstrous foot broke ever so slightly, showing that his attacks weren't entirely ineffective. The monster let out another air splitting roar. "Hahar! Do I have your attention now?" This was good. One cut meant a lot to the berserker. It meant that he wasn't going to die without at least putting up a fight. That was just enough reassurance that he needed.
Gar drew more power from his weapon, causing his illuminated body to pulse with a more intense light. Despite being in a life or death combat with a monster that had slain some of his crew, Gar felt good. As long as he had June with him, there was no enemy he couldn't take down. That went double for a monster born of corruption and evil.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 9, 2017 12:40:54 GMT -6
Of course Nayru didn't join the GARzerker in his mad dash around to do things to the creature's butt, or whatever pirates did when having fun. She had a much more important job, crucial to the success of the hunt: having fun! Okay so admittedly her definition of 'fun' was a bit wilder than some - the irony that it was probably more pirate-y than anything was utterly lost on the daft dragon - but she's be forked with a spoon if she didn't at least try to derive a bit of enjoyment from these life or death struggles.
Unfortunately, the cyclops apparently hadn't gotten the memo, because when she rain up to him and punched him in the shin, he DIDN'T explode or fall over or die, or better yet all three at once. While on fire. That actually would have been super cool. Yeah, ok, so she wasn't halfshifted or anything but most stuff she fought was still vulnerable to just basic reinforcement enhanced strikes. Hmm... maybe she just needed to hit it somewhere softer. Maybe Gar WAS onto something with the butt stuff - wait no nevermind what if she punched it like.... in the face? Dude, she was brilliant! Nayru had to take a moment to wallow in her own genius before the cold hard hand of reality pimp slapped her upside the head with a reminder that she was actually NOT, like, two stories tall, so she couldn't just do that.
Also the cyclops was trying to step on her.
That was probably bad.
"GAR, I'M NOT GONNA JUDGE YOUR FETISHES, BUT TRY NOT TO GET STEPPED ON. THIS TIME."
Giggling at her highbrow humor, the dragon danced out of the way of the cyclop's falling feet, momentarily nonplussed to realize that they were basically descending tree trunks with a lot more weight behind them. The earth rumbling after each landed in succession kinda drove that point home, but it wasn't until the first lumbering arm came outta nowhere and nearly gave HER that punch to the face that inspiration struck. Or maybe that was a concussion. Anyways, when the next came down, she was HOLY crap SHE WAS NOT READY the axe came down about fifty times faster than the previous blows, some huge silvery-grey gleam of light and force that smashed into the ground with enough force to have definitely turned her into a lovely little Nayru puree.
But when the axe came back up, there was something else clinging to the cyclop's arms, a grinning gobshite of a desert dweller who apparently had a fetish for riding large creatu-wow that sounded really bad when she thought it like that.
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Post by Mila on May 10, 2017 20:03:21 GMT -6
And there they go. Those two idiots. One idiot was unarmed and the other had an ax that cut like a butter knife on that monster's skin. A hot butter knife. But the cyclops was not made of delicious dairy blocks. No! The monster was made of pure evil incarnate and had skin that rivaled even the greatest of metals. And it was infinitely heavier than most metals too. The creature lifted up one large muddy foot and threatened to step on one of the humans. And Mila didn't move. She closed her eyes, as the color drained from her face, covered her ears again. The monster's footfall made the ground rumble and she hated when the ground rumbled.
Mila gritted her teeth and cracked an eye open to look at what had become of the two other people. They were still alive! That was a good thing. And the monster had a weapon! That was a bad thing. And the weapon was a magic weapon! THAT WAS EVEN WORSE. And not just ANY magic ax weapon thing either, but Xigshaw. An ax that boosted the wielder's strength, as if the overgrown ogre needed to be any stronger than what it actually was. She should turn around now. She should REALLY REALLY turn around now and come back with a proper army. Every part of her was screaming to run away as fast as she could before the one-eyed monster caught sight of her.
She couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't bring herself to run away. Not when those idiots were fighting something that dangerous with an even more dangerous weapon. Against her better judgment, she emerged from out of the tree line and quietly walked towards the one eyed beast. She was still pretty pale and on the verge of tears. Her green eyes scanned the battle and tried to think of the best way to attack the creature. She lost sight of the black haired one, Nayru, right! She needed to remember names in case if she had to write it on their tombstones.It's.. tall.. and heavy.. How does one deal with felling tall and heavy things? By chopping away at the base of said thing and letting gravity do the work. Yeah! That sounded like a logical plan. Mila grabbed her Gaea tome and started to focus. Keep it distracted you brave fools. She was going to disrupt the earth where the monster stepped.
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Post by Gar on May 10, 2017 20:45:49 GMT -6
Gar gritted his teeth at Nayru’s comment as his face turned a tinge red. Fetish wise, feet was not something the sailor was into. At least as far as he knew, he had yet to explore that part of his being. But one thing was a certainty, giant monsters stepping on him definitely did not get him going. Well, in a sense it did. Physically it kept him going away from the stomping feet however, that’s neither here nor there.
Gar was about to scream a clever retort of his some kind, it was going to really clever, but he was struck with a curious sight. He tilted his head as he watched the woman clinging to the cyclops’ arm. Now that was an impressive feat. Gar wasn’t even sure if he would be able to do something like that. She’s stronger than she looks. Like, a lot stronger. Gar squinted his eyes at the sight. Perhaps in skepticism, perhaps in jealousy. Maybe he was just dumbfounded how his signature recklessness could’ve gotten one upped so thoroughly. One thing was clear though, where Gar went around to the backside, Naryu preferred to climb on top.
Gar looked over his shoulder at Mila. She too had come out from the tree line. She was pale, but casting something. Gar didn’t get a good look at the book she was casting from, but if it was a black, dark magic tome then they were going to have words after this fight was done. And who knew what Nayru was trying to accomplish right now. Whatever it was it was probably going to be more effective than giving the giant creature what equated to paper cuts with his axe. So, Gar’s role changed. No huge deal. The big bright berserker was more versatile than he looked.
Gar took a few steps back from the monster’s feet. He waved his shining axe and lit up arms in the monster’s line of sight, hoping to maintain its attention. “Hey there, might want to cut back on the snack cakes. You’re looking a little heavy. Just a little tip for ya mate.” Maybe the monster responded to the taunt, but more likely it was braindead and Gar drew its attention like a moth to a light. Either way, that big old axe came crashing down in his direction. He took a large step to the side. Not only to avoid the axe, but the huge hand holding it as well. The axe cut into the ground with a rippling force. Gar tilted his head and made eye contact with the cyclops’ solitary eye.
“Missed me ya big lout. Poor depth perception huh?” Maybe all those night spent trash talking at sea would actually be of some use here. Then again, he probably looked like a glowing turquoise squeak toy from the monster’s perspective. To be fair, who wouldn’t want to shut something like that up?
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 12, 2017 0:58:30 GMT -6
Unfortunately(?) Nayru didn't see Gar's face to her little joke - or maybe it was for the better, 'cuz if she had he would NEVER have lived it down. To the point that she might well have followed him home just to keep referencing it until he axed her to shut the hell up. Point was, the world was a safer and happier place that her vision was currently full of grody cyclops skin and stuff instead. The stupid thing's arm was wider around than she was, which really hurt her self esteem as a punch-drunk murder hobo, and also made it hard to hold onto. Not that she even wanted to touch... that... but it wasn't really her call anymore at this point, she was like fifteen feet up, give or take, so it was either hold on for dear life or try not to land face first.
"Hold - STILL - you - giant - tub - of -" Whatever word she had been about to squeeze out as the creature flailed its arm against her grip - and strength or no that was VERY effective at the process of dislodging her, without halfshifting she really wasn't that much crazier than a human strongman - was lost when her grip actually did start to come loose, leaving a more than slightly frustrated Nayru hanging on by a thread. There just wasn't a good damn GRIP! The real clincher was when the creature's other arm came at her; at least it couldn't bring its full strength to bear on its own arm, but it was apparently A-OK with swatting a fly, and uh to be blunt Nayru was... not optimistic about her chances without halfshifting heavily. And by dog she wasn't going to be turned into a Nayru hot dog.
So when the resounding smash echoed through the clearing, a flailing speck of brown and blue came floating down like a butterfl-no she went down like a falling rock, swearing like a sailor all the way before her tirade was rudely interrupted by the ground several meters away from the creature.
AND she still managed to land face first.
"...I'm alright," Nayru managed after a few moments, rolling over out of the Nayru-shaped impression she'd left on the ground to collect herself for a moment. She was... physically unharmed... but the damage to her pride was incalculable. "Anyone get the license plate of that wagon that hit me?"
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Post by Mila on May 12, 2017 18:43:17 GMT -6
The green eyed sage couldn't hear what those other two idiots were shouting about. But at least they were doing what she was hoping that they would do. They were distracting the beast, which was great! Keeping that big jiggly monster distracted was exactly what she needed because casting Gaea took time. It took energy. It took muscle! Mental Muscle! Not physical ones, although sometimes she did FEEL like she needed to be as strong as Atlus to move some of the earth around. And this earth was no different. Sure the earth under the monster's feet felt like dirt. Acted like dirt. And that's because it really was dirt. What was working against her were the things living in that dirt. Roots! Oh god, it was hard as heck to ask the dirt to move out of its sedentary state when the whole ground was covered in a blanket of interlocking root hairs. She compared it to trying to get a tangle out of her hair using a comb. No matter how much she moved the comb forward the knot would keep itself in place. And in that situation, with her hair, she would have to gingerly undo the knot with her fingers.
But she couldn't finger comb her way through the earth. No she had to force it to jut through the layer of roots and grasses. Like a splinter that entered the skin, but reversed. Mila did her best to keep herself absolutely focused on the magic at hand. The cyclops was moving around in a frenzy trying it's best to pick off the folks pestering it. And that just made things even more difficult for the young sage. In order for her to move the earth, she needed to focus on a precise spot for the magic to manifest too. She needed to time it right as well. She wanted the lumbering giant to step on her carefully calculated spikes so as to reduce the chance of having to cast the same spell twice. And by that point, the giant will have known about the trick and be more careful with it's stepping. OR it could just charge right at her when she's recovering and remove the mage from this world altogether.
The cyclops' movement caused the ground to shake. Which in turn caused Mila to internally panic. She really wished she wasn't here right now. Or that she could be fighting any other monster out there that didn't routinely cause quakes and rumbles. Focusing on the earth magic helped quell some of that fear but did not fully remove it. She was shivering as she cast. Her hands slowly pushed forward and a small snake trail of earthen magic made its way out towards the monster's clubbed footsies. Mila gently pushed the snake trail of earth downwards, where it presumed to disappear into the ground below.
She calculated where the beast would step next. She focused hard on the earthen magic that lay below. She visualized what she wanted to see. She thought of things that jutted out of the ground. Things like plant shoots. Or pickaxes when not in use. Pitchforks. Then she thought of unpleasant things to step on. Like pebbles with no shoes on. Or spikey plants. Or bear traps. All those thoughts slowly combined and manifested themselves into the magic below the earth. When the monster raised its foot over the area where the trap that's when she sprung it. As the monster's foot went down, the earth went up. Mila raised her arms upwards, really fast. So fast that she accidentally bobbed her own nose. A large hill like structure that was covered in people sized spines emerged from the ground. She quickly closed her hands together and the mound of dirt hardened into something solid. And the beast's foot made contact with it.
Mila was panting hard at this point. She hoped the beast would topple over in its foot arch agony. And that the others weren't underneath it when it eventually falls. Hopefully, they could take advantage of its misstep. Because she cannot. At least not right now. Perhaps if she was a more accomplished caster she could attack again. But, her body rebelled against her at this point. Her arms dropped down to their sides and she was hunched over like something had kicked her in the gut. Earth.. ugh.. always.. so heavy.
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Post by Gar on May 12, 2017 23:16:36 GMT -6
Nayru face-planted. Gar chuckled. Guess that’s what happens when you try to turn the tide on your own. Nayru made a comment about getting hit by a wagon and Gar couldn't pass up the opportunity for a quick chuckle. “Yea, got it. Plate number: One Eye.”
Gar was hopping all around the monster’s feet, avoiding the stomping of the behemoth’s soles. He was continuously taunting the monster, trying to hold its attention. Then the ground shook in quite a new fashion this time. The earth itself rose in front of Gar, beneath the monster’s massive legs. The monster fell upon the sharpened earth, causing what seemed to be a considerable amount of damage. Now was his chance, Gar rushed the monster, readying his weapon for a strike.
Then things got real.
There came a cut with the monster’s wild axe. Which was followed by a momentary lapse in judgement. Gar raised his axe above his head to parry the weapon. While he was able to stop the weapon itself, the sheer force of the monster’s weapon transferred through Gar’s body, sending one of his leg’s deep into the soil below. Only now did Gar truly realize the strength of his opponent. He had to get out of here, quick. Gar yanked at his leg, but he couldn’t free it. The monster reeled back again and dropped his axe upon the berserker once more. Gar had no choice this time. He was forced to block it with Junzentaru in repetition. Of course, he then descended further into the earth. The cyclops had found its winning strategy.
This was bad, very bad. The cyclops continued to wail on his magical axe. Putting him in a worse and worse state each time. Gar could feel it, the spirit within his weapon couldn’t take this abuse. Unfortunately, he had no other recourse. Blow after blow, Junzentaru absorbed them all. Gar noticed the pristine magical weapon developing cracks and fractures. Gar’s eyes finally witnessed the terror that stood before him.
Gar saw the writing on the wall. June was breaking. Hell no, it’s not going down like that. Not if I have anything to say about it! Gar began to move the weapon out of the way of the next strike. If he had to take a hit to save this weapon, so be it. But it all happened too fast. The monster’s harsh axe descended upon him and his holy axe seemed to move on its own, ascending to meet the damning strike. He had no control as Junzentaru took the final hit to preserve Gar’s life.
And that was it.
The mighty Junzentaru shattered, crumbling to dust in Gar’s hands. The berserker was left trapped, weaponless and well within the monster's kill zone.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 14, 2017 20:50:03 GMT -6
Nayru might well have lied there until her better judgement kicked in had not a massive ringing clash reminded her that she was a complete moron and there was indeed a fight going on, forcing her to actually pay attention again. She wasn't particularly injured after all, just frustrated and had gotten a bit carried away with the 'playing' thing. The issue was that she couldn't tell if it had been her own poor judgement or Gar's weird happy magic juice axe that was affecting her. Nayru had... basically zero experience with any kind of mental influencing magic, she didn't even know 'Worm' existed she had just heard dark magic could do stuff to people's minds, and Light magic doing it didn't really strike her as any better. Though whatever the case... she had been the one to decide to do what she had. So she couldn't blame him for that.
She wasn't as fond of his idea of suicide by cyclops though. It only took a hit or two for Nayru to realize HOW hard the creature was hitting - enough that it was a wonder Gar and his weapon didn't just break on the spot - and she could see it in how little he could actually do to react; rather than an exchange of blows the sailor was forced in place, trying desperately just to hold off the creature's crushing blows. Not for the first time the dragon wished she had some kind of combat utility beyond 'punch bad guys before they punch friends,' but she couldn't teleport or heal or barrier, or even call down deadly magic from the skies without revealing her identity, unlike Remus.
But there was always the question. How far would she go for her ideals? What of herself could she trade away for some vague sense of justice? How did she define who she was, what she stood for? Erim had asked that of her when she waffled uselessly in Arcadia. Who was she and what did she do? She had seen Shara's little... fracas with Ragnis. Remus, having to balance his home in Etruria with the terrible things it had done. She wasn't the only person who had to deal with problems. There was only so long that Gar could hold out regardless though, and unlike most foes she couldn't just tap the cyclops on the back to distract it. Even an actual attack probably wouldn't do much, not as she was.
Nayru didn't really have an answer for any of that, but she was already running before she had made the decision. Charging at Gar. Or maybe she had already made the decision, and her brain just hadn't caught up. Would be about right for a muscle-brained dumbass like her, she couldn't help but think with a small smile despite the situation. Man, people were really in for a disappointment if they thought dragons were all intelligent, wise, emotionless, and perfectly pragmatic.
-But she had promised to keep these two lunkheads safe.
Electricity was already playing across her arms, each tattoo beginning to glow brightly as the charging Nabatan huntress approached Gar, her arms warping and distending as golden scales and lightning alike erupted out of them with a crackling screech, almost pirouetting as she skidded to a stop before him, turning to face away from the disarmed Berserker as she placed herself between him and the raging monstrosity before them. It did seem she had already made that decision after all. Perhaps it was a very stupid one, that would be nothing new for her, but she had made it nonetheless, so here she was stuck with it.
"You still want to -" Nayru paused, grunting as her halfshift reached fruition as golden lightning scathed the ground around her in seemingly random patterns, her arms easily two or three times their original size, completely covered in golden-green scales and swathed in electricity. So much for the whole uh... incognito thing. "-Come along for the joyride?"
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Post by Mila on May 16, 2017 7:50:29 GMT -6
The sage counted her blessings that the giant had not taken an interest in her yet. She was tired from casting from her Gaea tome and felt like she could sleep for weeks. The sage pulled herself together enough to get up and start preparing herself for another spell. The Cyclops was going ham on someone. Her first instinct was to get that someone out of harms way. So, Mila dropped her tome and pulled out her staff. Her staff was a standard heal staff but it had been inscribed with different runes along its shaft. And the glass orb was a clear color rather then blue. She took a deep breath and focused. She was so deep in her focus that she failed to notice Nayru running head long into the fray.
Mila has little practice in the ways of warping people from point A to point B. She could warp inanimate objects just fine but people tended to squirm. Which threw her off her focus and caused said person to warp to destination C rather then B. These were all technical difficulties though. She'd eventually get the hang of it in time. But,this was sort of an emergency. Gar needed to get out of there before he became a smear of blood on the forest floor. She wasn't sure what happened but Gar's aura faded. And whatever effect it had faded along with it. Another rumble of the earth caused her to shudder. Then the sound of something all too familiar caught her ears. The unmistakable crackling of lightning. Her eyes widened. Because the sage knew when there was lightning, thunder was sure to follow.
Mila shook her head and desperately tried to keep herself together. Earthquakes, thunder, lightning, the trifecta of all her deep darkest fears. Only thing that was missing was her being trapped in a hole underground with no light and little air. The sage gripped her staff tightly in a vain attempt to keep herself steady. To tightly one could see the knuckles under her skin. And she didn't care if the tip end of her fingernails dug into the palm of her skin. She looked up at the sky and saw no trace of grey. That meant the lightning noises were coming from something else. Mila peered her gaze over to Nayru.
The woman was different now. A strange half humanoid looking thing. Her arms were twice as big and covered in golden and green skin. She assumed it was skin. She couldn't see the scale pattern from her distance. But, she was generating lightning like a fountain did water. What.. the hell? Mila was left stunned at the sight of it. Then the cogs in her head started to work overtime. Now she had three theories as to what was going on. Either Nayru was some sort of mythical beast, like a monster, or some sort of elemental spirit. Some sort of thunder Demi god. And they were going to be thrown into some sort of myth that usually ended in a moral or something terrible happening to Demi god companions. Or she was some sort of super specialized in magic taguel. Now Mila only had a small but academically fruitful encounter with taguel in Vinland. She had a funny feeling that this was not exactly the case. But it was the one that made the most sense as opposed to the most epic demi god theory. What ever Nayru was or what she's doing, Mila deduced that she probably could take a hit. Gar was the one that needed to be whisked away to safety presently.
And so she focused again. The clear orb atop her staff started to glow a strange green light. She had to focus hard. She could see Gar just barely looming in her vision. She needed to keep her gaze on him. The green light would steadily envelop the sailor giving him a warning to brace himself before the transfer was complete. Now all he had to do was not move for about thirty seconds. Which might be hard when there was a giant Cyclops ready to bash your face in and a glowy green lightning lady infront of you.
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Post by Gar on May 16, 2017 14:51:25 GMT -6
“No, no. No damn it. JUNE!” Gar reached out to try to clasp the particles that were rapidly decomposing in the wind. The futile attempt to reclaim the weapon bore no fruit. Junzentaru, the holy axe of Intimidation and Inspiration, was gone. And with it, Gar had lost a comrade, a guardian angel, a friend.
Gar felt the light fading from his body. Down to the last drop. The courage, the resolve, the determination, willpower. As much as Gar wanted these qualities to stay within him, they drained away. The light in his eyes dimmed. The raised hairs on the back of his neck, they settled down to their natural state. Gar was powerless, all over again.
It was one thing to have your body broken, Gar had felt that pain countless times by now. It was another thing entirely to have your spirit broken. It didn’t hurt. Gar wished it did. But no, he had been drained by this events. The way it had played out. It just wasn’t right. Life isn’t ideal but he knew he and June were stronger than this monster. At least he had thought so. To think how he had engaged in this fight. Truly, it was all fun and games until your only literal saving grace is ripped from your palms. The huge mass before him shifted. Gar’s dim eyes caught sight of something, unexpected.
Nayru, with glowing tattoos and lightning pouring from her transforming arms, ran in front of the monster. This was too much to register at the current moment. June was destroyed, Nayru was some sort of shapeshifting, lightning magic wielder and he was still in the monster’s strike zone.
But Gar still couldn’t move. He wasn’t petrified, it wasn’t like he was before he had June’s magic running through his veins. He was just immobile and not only due to his trapped leg. He was in denial, disbelief at how this had occurred. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. How could he have failed his very savior so thoroughly? He could feel a hot, watery tear coming to his eye.
Gar punched the ground. More exactly, he more placed his balled up hand against the earth, rather slowly at that. He wished it was so simple as to send the behemoth to the moon with a fist. But no, he had not the strength to damage it, he simply had nothing else to do now. He was powerless to prevent this monster from ravaging the lands, claiming more lives. The berserker could feel the giant monster’s one eye focusing on him. He was nothing more than a pest at this point. One that would soon be swatted. The monster reared up and swung its gigantic palm at him. A brief injection of pain ripped through Gar’s existence before his world turned off.
The berserker’s body was gone. Almost as if the hit was so strong that He had been sent clean across Elibe in one instant. However, Gar’s body reappeared by Mila’s side. He had been warped away before the monster had fully completed its attack. That said, even the brief grazing blow that Gar had received did significant damage. Gar’s left sleeve had been ripped, revealing the bronze armband that he wore around his bicep. Gar's brow and ear were bleeding. His arm felt loose in its socket and there was certainly rib damage.
The damaged Gar fell to his knees, then he fell prone. His body, his mind, had taken too much too quickly. He hadn’t even taken a direct hit from the monster, thanks to Nayru's protection and Mila’s timely warp. However, the combination of losing June, taking a grazing palm strike from a cyclops and the disorientation of going from one state then in another, it was all far too trying for the berserker.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 19, 2017 18:39:58 GMT -6
That might have been a bit harsh in retrospect. She hadn't been trying to rub anything in, she didn't hold a grudge against him, but the fight had gone from bad to worse very quickly and Nayru had hoped to use it to get him and Mila out of there so she could actually fight the big ugly lug. That... hadn't gone so well. With Gar unarmed and about to be dead, she'd had to partially halfshift just to try to keep him alive, and he was in no position to be arguing the value of staying there versus comitting suicide by cyclops. But she didn't - couldn't - regret that. She had chosen to protect these humans, for better or for worse, even if it pushed her further than she was comfortable with.
And there was very little comfortable about the wall of flesh that hit her like a f**k**g tsunami; whatever strength the dragon had was dwarfed by the mass and momentum of the creature's arm, and while she was tough enough to not disintegrate on the spot, she was still pushed away from the strike, Gar getting clipped by the attack before... disappearing? Slightly disoriented, it took Nayru a few moments to actually make the connection, and even then only due to a glimpse at Mila with Gar near her side. Teleportation magic, something akin to what Remus had used on her in the desert. That would explain the lack of a Gar smoothie spread out behind her. Good on her. Unfortunately, they did still kiiiinda sorta have a giant angry cyclops to deal with and he seemed a bit less silly and cute than he had originally.
So cute and cuddly, in fact, that he was already hefting that monstrous axe of his - and an open handed strike had still blown her away. Left without any optional beyond the final solution, Nayru opened the gates further, golden scales warping and shrinking as light turned to darkness and the charred, blackened scales surrounded by glowing grimson coated her arms. She really hated this shift. It just looked evil, and way less impressive for that matter - rather than golden battering rams her arms were closer to human size now - but the power and speed increase was significant. And against something that just legitimately outpowered her, she needed that now.
"MILA!" And then the axe came down, forcing her to throw herself to the side, charging the cyclops to keep its attention fully on her. She honestly didn't see many options left, never having fought a cyclops before she had seriously underestimated the creature and they were all now paying the price. As far as Nayru could see, her best bet was - well - a modified version of her original plan. A very... very modified version, she couldn't help but note, avoiding another axe strike and barely reacting in time when the creature adjusted its grip on the fallen axe, bringing it sideways and moving again like a scythe ready to reap wheat - or legs, if she hadn't barely jumped it in time. "Get Gar out of here! I'll handle the cyclops."
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Post by Mila on May 20, 2017 21:45:02 GMT -6
Okay. Okay. Things are going fine. Things are going fine. Mila repeated that mantra in her head. Until everything was not okay. Nope. Everything had gone to crap within the last thirty seconds. Thirty precious seconds she needed to complete the warping process with out any problems. But things got in the way. Specifically the big cyclops' hulking arms got in the way. And then Nayru got in the way. Nayru and her big thunder arms? Yep. Lets go with that. Nayru's body was glowing brighter then a jar full of lighting bugs in the summer time.
Okay! Demi god Nayru is doing her thing. Right. Focus! Her head was pulsating in pain. But she was going to warp Gar, she HAD to warp him. The monster's mighty hands were going to hit him regardless of Nayru's body acting like a meat shield. The green specks that surrounded Gar, gathered en mass around the sailor's flying body. She winced when she preformed the actual teleportation. And in a quick flash Gar's body was moved through time and space to a spot behind the young sage. The tears had come back to her and the color was drained out of her face once more. She fell on her knees and closed her eyes tightly. Too.. much.. too.. much. It was all starting to catch up to the sage. The strain of the spells on her body, the monster's movements, the memories those movements brought. Mila's resolve to fight the creature was deteriorating.
Nayru screamed her name, and Mila's eyes opened up again. The sudden rush of light flooded her senses and caused her to fall back on her butt. She was half expecting to see the giant right in front of her with the way Nayru shouted. But, the black haired woman was doing everything in her power to keep the cyclops focused on her. Mila shook her head. She wanted nothing more then to leave this place and never return to Eturia. Gar's groan confirmed that he was indeed alive. She's.. right. I've.. got to.. get us both.. out."
"Don't.. got much.. left." She forced herself back onto her feet. From her bag she pulled out a glass flask and two vials. Mila quickly pulled the corks of the vials off and poured both liquids into the flask. She re-corked the flash gave it a shake and threw the bottle into the air. Her aim and throw were good she got it high enough to be at chest level to the creature. And the monster was looking in the right spot.
"NAYRU CLOSE YOUR EYES!" She shouted before the flask burst into a shimmering light. Mila lifted her arm up over her face to shield herself. The flash was strong enough to cause momentary blindness and disorientation. The perfect tool to use against a monster that had only one eye. She hoped Nayru had managed to close her eyes in time.
When the flash ended Mila made her way over to Gar. The man looked like he was in terrible shape. Which was understandable seeing as how he had been pimp slapped by a mighty hand. Mila focused what remained of her energy to heal the Sailor as much as she could. She took care of most of more serious injuries. Like the bones being mended back into place so he could move. But she couldn't fully heal his cuts and bruises. She didn't have enough energy for that.
"C..come.. on. W-we.. have.. to keep m-m-moving."
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Post by Gar on May 21, 2017 8:03:30 GMT -6
Gar’s eyes opened with a groan. ‘Ouch’ didn’t quite encompass the way he felt. He slowly shifted his weight off of the green eyed sage. His eye met with the woman who had clearly healed him. She, who had managed to place his damaged organs back to their proper positions. “Thanks…That’s.. Enough” His brow was still bleeding, his left arm felt somewhat loose in its socket, his turquoise coat was in tatters. The berserker certainly was a sorry sight. The berserker shed his tattered turquoise coat, revealing the shameful bull brand he had on his abdomen. Gar’s voice rumbled in his throat. Something between ‘Yarrr’ and ‘I will die before I leave this fight’. And die he might.
Even so, light magic or not, it was time to shine. The old fashioned way.
Somewhere in these recent events the sailor had risen to find some sort of clarity. Simplify. Gar didn’t need colossal size, holy weapons, grand titles, magical artifacts, blessed armor or transformation abilities. All the lessons he had learned over the years: swords beat axes, magic can be determined by colored tomes, keep your weapon moving on defense. Every memory ingrained in him, Gar ignored it all, who needed it? He was Gar damn it. All he had to do was square up with his opponent, he would find a way. This was who he needed to become. The one who can face the worst that this world had to offer and remain standing.
One man. One obstacle. Simple.
The weaponless berserker made his way back towards the cyclops. He had certainly been warped a long way. The cyclops was still mixing it up with a scaled woman by the time he got within range. That certainly explained the Nayru’s strength. The monster was blinded and raging. No better time than this to risk your life. [Celerity] Gar rushed the cyclops’ feet, at a speed that even caught the berserker himself off guard. Gar took this chance to leap onto the monster’s foot as if boarding an enemy ship. The monster swung its leg to shake him off, but years of sailing through choppy waters kept Gar’s sea legs strong and balanced. As the behemoth’s leg ascended Gar left his feet and gripped the loincloth that the monster had wrapped around its waist. Gar began to climb, his back muscles contracting and releasing as he pulled himself skyward. It was muscle memory, he didn’t even have to think. This was just like climbing the rigging of a mast.
The berserker made it to the cyclops’ waist. At which point the monster attempted to slap him against its belly. Gar was forced to duck and brace himself for the wind, lest he fall from such a great height. As the hand motioned away from the cyclops’ stomach, Gar made a leap of faith. He crossed through the gap of air, colliding with the monster’s smallest finger and quite literally holding on for dear life. The monster shook its hand a few times to shake off its newfound, unwanted jewelry. Gar was dizzied and loosening his grip. But this was his moment. He snapped back to it as the cyclops brought its hand to its singular eye in order to inspect what had become of the nuisance. What the cyclops found was the berserker, inches away from the only weak point on its body.
Gar squinted his two eyes at the enemy’s singular one. He turned and gripped the weapon held in his enemy’s huge grip. The berserker placed a foot on the monster’s knuckle and pulled, wrenching the enemy’s massive fingers backwards and taking full control of the weapon. As soon as he gripped the weapon, Gar’s legs and back muscles were suddenly strong enough to both rip the weapon from the monster's grasp. This newfound strength was unexpected, lifting the sailor higher than he even expected.
So here he was, ascending to an altitude higher than he had ever thought possible. The rising tide, reaching its peak and crashing upon its target with all the fury of a lifetime at sea. Grandiose ocean metaphor aside, Gar descended upon the Cyclops’ solitary eye with the new weapon. This berserker cut through the cyclops’ eye, causing the monster to roar and fall to its knees. Shame they don’t make eyepatches that big.
Gar descended the monster as swiftly as humanly possible to avoid facing the monster’s rampaging wrath. Talk about skedaddling. He roared a statement toward the ever transforming Nayru. “How’s that for a joyride?!” Things were only going to get more dangerous and more unpredictable from this point forward. So be it. Gar stole a glance at his newfound weapon, which slowly developed a familiar glow.
Now. That. Was ill advised.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 24, 2017 15:33:25 GMT -6
"'Get Gar out of here,' I sez," Nayru mumbled mutinously to herself. "I'll handle the cyclops," she mouthed again. Nayru distinctly remembered saying both phrases, in that order no less, and she was fairly sure that she had uttered them with sufficient volume in order to ensure that yes, both of her human counterparts could clearly hear that order. Well, request, but of the stringent variety. The variety in which they both got the f**k out of her way so she could transform and deal with business without blowing her cover, uh, any worse than it already was. Admittedly that was kind of a lost cause and the conversation afterwards was something she was already dreading, but such was life.
But noooo Gar had to be the big damn hero and run up the cyclops and steal its axe. Which was, admittedly, kind of cool, not that she was going to say anything about THAT to him. Wouldn't do to feed his ego. But it was cool admittedly and she wished she had thought of that. That didn't really... solve the overall problem though. Even without the axe they simply did not have the firepower to deal with the cyclops nor the, uh, durability to take a real hit. Unarmed the creature still boasted monstrous physical strength and durability that dwarfed anything a human could muster, and regardless of her pride, there honestly wasn't a whole hell of a lot she could do as-is either.
...And she HAD to be right next to f**k**g Etruria today too.
"Better than a mustache ride anyways," she shouted back to Gar, apparently not actually matured at all from the giggling gobshite of a child she had once been. That was... about as close as she was going to get to saying that what he had done was actually really f**k**g cool so he could suckle on the teats of low expectations for all she cared. Trying very hard not to sigh, she analyzed the situation as best she could. While they were better off than before, it was not exactly a good situation, and she needed a few moments of focus to transform effectively... moments that she didn't really have with the injured but still very combat capable cyclops flailing around and very likely to notice a minor thing like that. Crikey f**k she was really going to have to do this, wasn't she? "Gar, can you distract tall dark and ugly over there for a minute? I have a plan but I need a second to transform without this guy fisting me."
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Post by Mila on May 27, 2017 7:38:31 GMT -6
Well. That's it. Mila thought to herself as she flopped down onto the grassy terrain. She had used up what was left of her energy healing Gar. Instead of him running for the hills like any other sane person should after escaping death by giant, he ran towards the said giant. That's normal. Totally normal. She wished she could have seen what was going on with the giant one-eyed menace. But, she was staring down at the floor with her head in her hands. Her vision had become clouded and she was really dizzy. Over.. did it. She thought to herself as the cloudy vision started to merge into the dark.
"N..no." She told herself. She knew she was going to pass out. Her hand went into her bag and instinctively fished around for a specific flask. She knew the shape of this specific bottle. The bottle she felt for was rectangular. When she felt it she pulled it out and quickly looked at it. Blue. Yes. She pulled the cork out of its neck and chugged it down. The concoction she drank was just that a concoction. A bitter brew of tea, fruit juice, vulnerary ingredients, ginger, mint, coffee beans, and ginseng. After she glugged it down she let go of the bottle and let the darkness take over her eyes. She felt her body sway and hit the ground. She'd be stuck in this useless unconscious state for ten minutes. Her body would want her to sleep for days but the potion she drank guaranteed that this nap would be ten minutes. She needed this. She needed this so that she could cast magic and rejoin the fight. If there was a fight left to rejoin.
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