Seria's Grace

The corn had had enough of these beatings, and were quickly much smarter than their predecessors, surrounding Seria instead of coming at her in a group, circling her in sort of a pentagon sicne there were only five this time around. Seria did her best to keep her eyes on most of them at once but, that was physically impossible in its own right. Then something she wasn’t at all expecting happened, the corns took in a breath all simultaneously and exhaled a torrent of corn all directed at the poor girl. She was quick however, drawing her weapon to her, which cast a shield around her that protected her from most of the blast for a short while during which she was beaten by the corn flying from the mouth of the fifth corn head. She took quite a beating, she couldn’t move from her spot either because of the shield, taking quite a beating, and not only that, he shield was overwhelmed. It shattered into nothingness, because it was under twice the amount of strain it could hold. Once it was gone she received the aft end of the corn’s destructive force. She fell to the dirt, sore and disoriented.

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Seria had never fallen quite as hard as he had just now, she was fighting herself just to keep going after suffering that hefty blow, but she knew she had to keep moving and her eyes open. But when she finally got a look up at them, they were definitely closing in on her, and almost salivating from the look of it. This ironic plants eating humans thing was really getting old and she had quite enough of it. She glared at them, the gaze of her red eyes pierced their souls in a way, and they halted in their advance. She had that adrenaline rush one gets when they are terrified, the strength they get in the situation that they feel could be the end of their days that gives them the power to run and fight. She oitned out orders for her weapon once again, as it had already exhausted its current capabilities but could still batter them to bits. Her arm once again had magic channeled through it and took the form of a cannon, and with two swift shots, explosions in two she took down three of the already bruised corn heads. Using her cannon arm to prop herself up as she stood the disc made its final rounds slicing through the two behind her. She could finally breathe…

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OOC// Rolled 5 monster dice, and no boss was rolled by the 10th post, and all prior enemies defeated. Boss is being auto-spawned for the sake of story

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“So… you’re the disturbance then? I’m amazed honestly. To think such a puny girl could hold off that many demons alone is a special feat, bravo you one… Oh, perhaps you are rather special, look at that extremity of yours, that metal is ancient and yet well maintained… you’re a fine catch.” A man descended from above as clouds had parted in the sky, as he seemed to ride a cloud of darkness. He wore robes of purple and black, and had very distinguished raven hair. His right eye was crossed by a scar and was missing its pupil, with just a creamy white emptiness in the void. Seria had gotten to her feet and turned around to meet him as he approached with seemingly no ill intent but a cruel smile on his face. “It’s quite a shame I’ll have to kill you, you’re so adorable. Maybe I’ll let a demon inhabit your soulless body once I’m done with you.” He said dismissively. Seria was kind of fed up with this man’s attitude. Screwing with people’s food, not only the villages but the towns too that relied on them. It wasn’t right and he really had nothing to gain. He was a sadist, the very kind of people she stood against. She leveled her cannon arm at him, and he snapped his fingers in response. She found herself falling to her knees once again.

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Standing proved to be a difficult task but for a reason she didn’t at first imagine her left leg was numb, and unresponsive. And her attempts to get higher up and face him proved futile. “Come on kid, you’re a real downer ya know? Stop fighting back, and submit you can’t possibly do anything in your position. Smell the mud, and vile rot in the air, the stench of your demise.” He still approaches her slowly as if trying to scare her even more. Not to say that it didn’t work, but she was certainly getting annoying with all of these fear tactics. Why didn’t anyone have the gall to just come right out and attack her? They always had to use numbers, trivial nonsense, the threat of power abuse and so on and so forth but what the hell kind of difference does it make? And more importantly why? He should know first hand that hasn’t worked on her all day long, and here he came trotting up like self-proclaimed winner. What a prick, a douche even. Seria was not the quitting type, especially not now. She fought to free her leg from this curse and stand once more, and heard the resounding snap once again as she got a face full of the mud.

Both of her legs were out of commission, but that didn’t stop her for a moment. She pushed herself off of the ground defiantly and, this other mage seemed tempted to let her fail on her own devices. For a while, it appeared as though she would fail, her arms shaking as she fought her torpor and this man’s words.


Her back began to glow, as light stretched from it in two different directions growing into a large mass.


And once the light had taken hold of the area starting to blind the scene with its intensity it folded into its true shape, and Seria had her wings, one angelic and the other of metal. The mage saw this and was ready to lay another curse, but was swept across the face as the disc sung through the air cracking against his skull. In his brief moment of shock, Seria’s wings flapped and brought her above the ground, as she fired into his chest. He staggered and fell prey to the second blast as well.

Hovering with the true effort of her wings, Seria kept well above the ground, and her crippled legs were no longer a limitation. She soared with great speed at this insane man who was ready to respond, snapping his fingers to once more lay a curse on her intending to clip her wings. But he noticed that however, she kept coming at just the same speed. Perhaps that amount of confusion was just enough, because he fell victim to each and every one of her attacks as her flying trickery combined with her fists and the free flowing destruction of the Heaven-Guard disc were too much for the poor dark mage to handle. The girl and the disc weaved about the man in fury, a tornado of strikes counters and evades. The fight lasted only a few minutes longer, just as she was able to bring him down to size from his own shear exhaustion. Afterwards she passed out, worn out from all of the conflict the night had in store for her in one day. It was too much for a single person to handle. She wondered how those above her managed such a feat. No matter. The deed is done, and now to show her worth.

After Seria had found a rather convoluted way to bind this man and prevent him from leaving in his unconscious state, she dragged him back to the center of town, and tied him up at the town’s well, waiting for people to stop by and ask about what had transpired. She was an easy attention grabber, a dirty girl with a metal arm watching over the unconscious and likely beaten body of a man almost twice her size. People congratulated her in her success but they really weren’t sure they should be condoning this kind of violence at all, many sheltered their children’s eyes from the seen whom obviously responded with even more intrigue. What she really wanted however, was to get to show off to the man who had put her down today, and to get paid. It would be grand if those two things came from the same encounter. Not only show the jerk up but getting him to deposit the money into her hands after the things had said would be simply poetic justice. The man started to come to when people were nosing about once and she had to clock him in the head, hitting him on a bruise she’d given earlier to make sure he was out cold.

It was a long and endearing wait, but after about three hours, he had finally returned. Not directly to Seria mind you, but he was about and she had actually missed him a few times because she passed out while waiting oddly hugging the man she had beaten in her sleep. However when the circumstances were finally correct she spare no time getting his attention. She waved him down to the village square where she was waiting at the well this entire time.

He looked her up and down a few times, then glanced at the man bound up at the well, put a hand on his own chin and eyed the perpetrator up and down several times as well. “Look kid… What you’ve done… I’m sure everyone here appreciates what you did and all but the thing is…” Seria eyed him coyly. She didn’t entirely care what she had to say but she was enjoying watching him stumble over his words. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so rash with you earlier. I heard about how and what you did from the others, a number of them watched you fight and thought you might’ve been a goner. But you being here is-“ Seria extended her hand with expectation. She had heard quite enough.