Rise of Sabertooth: War

Upon the Sabertooth guild, their allies and Nicklaus Flamel all entered the portal that was underneath the ace of spades. Upon entering their world Flamel would explain that there are a total of five Elders located through this massive shadow realm.  The god of war Mars Ultor, Father of time Chronos, Creator of life and fire Prometheus, Lord of earth Geb and Ruler of the underworld, Hel. Thanks to the Information provided by Flamel, the Earthland mages knew that the four huge energies that could be felt in the distance belonged to four out of the five with Hel being the only one unknown. How he knew was another matter entirely but the only way they could proceed was to split up their forces and take the fight to the four elders that were physically present in the world, the only downside is that Flamel had no clue which Elder was located specifically so they wouldn’t know what they were facing until they entered the battlefield.  Team Kite consisting of Roy, Luna and Zar would be heading East to combat the God of War Mars Ultor. Team Ryo Consisting of Mashyuu and Kenna would head south to deal with the Prometheus and his primal flames. Team Cirven consisting of Kiersa Bec, Imai and Kanrya would be on their way west to face Geb and his dominance of earth. Team Ardere consisting of Itori and Rai Chu would be heading up north to face the lord of time Chronos. Flamel would stay behind for he was merely a spectator for now.

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Nicklaus Flamel:

As Roy traveled with his group towards their destination he looked around at his companions. Zar Valorblood his friend, Luna a new member of their guild whom Roy barely knew, and Kite their guild's leader. He had seen Zar and Luna in action and he knew they could hold their own against normal opponents, while he had yet to see Kite in a fight he knew that he was a flame demon slayer and as the leader of this guild he was sure that he had more than enough power to spare. But how would they fare against a creature that some people compared to gods? There was no way to know until they actually fought him. But he doubted that there chances were good.

They made their way to the base where this Mars Ultor stayed and as it came into sight Kite commented on how difficult it would be to assault this fortress directly. Roy gave it a look and took stock of the situation. There opponent possessed vast amounts of power and influence, probably possessed a veritable army, and was sealed away inside of a fortress that he was sure would be magically enhanced.

His foot tapped as he looked over the castle, he was going through nicotine withdrawals, but he wouldn't risk lighting his pipe. The smoke could give away their position and if he had to sneak around personally then he didn't want to reek of smoke. Right now he was as mad as he had ever been, he wanted nothing more than to storm in their and tear his enemies to shreds with his bare hands but he knew that wouldn't work out well. He would have to do what he did best, and put a knife into the back of his enemies. One at a time, as slowly as he must go. That wouldn't work on Mars he was certain so he would have plenty of time for an all out fight. But it was important that they disabled everyone else before that fight.

He turned towards Kite to speak to him before acting. "I'll scout the area, infiltration and espionage is my specialty."

Roy extended his hands outwards as he concentrated on working his magic, four clouds of smoke shimmered in to existence around him, and took the form of himself. Alike to the very last detail, but they were only able to be seen for a moment before they disappeared from view altogether as Roy used his magic to camouflage them, he sent them out towards the castle, they were all as silent and nimble as himself and he doubted that they would be seen or encounter trouble infiltrating the fortress. Roy closed his eyes concentrating on what his clones saw and relaying that to his companions.

"There are archers, about a dzoen per wall, and five ballista on the walls as well. As my clones go deeper into the castle I see...spearmen, not sure how many but it's a good guess that there is quite a few. I can produce a distraction if you wish guildmaster, and have my clones attack from one side of the wall while we infiltrate the other. I can keep us hidden until we find Mars, well maybe. I can't make us silent so it really depends on our performance. But I'm not sure we have enough power to fight the army and it's leader all at once, so I vote we distract the armies and go after this so called god while they are busy."

From the onset of the excursion, Luna senses that her two companions were not exactly in the best mental state - what with Kite's feeling of inferiority to past Sabertooth Guildmasters, and Roy's absolute dread at facing whatever encounters lay ahead of the four of them. It was quite obvious to Luna why she had been brought on this outing rather than one of the others - God Slayers were well known for abilities to kill gods and so that would certainly be useful when coming against Mars Ultor. She was also a ray of sunshine in the melancholy, placing her hand on Kite's left shoulder with a wide-brimmed smile as the group carried forth.

"Don't be looking so down Kite! You've done a wonderful job as Guild Master insofar from where I'm looking and thats a compliment considering I've seen more than my fair share of Guild Masters. We'll get through this, you'll see."

She said in a cheerful tune, her words rolling off her tongue in an italian accent. Luna didn't have much time to approach Roy, as he used his own individual talents to scout ahead, and with her own sixth sense, she had already started scouting the immediate ramparts as Roy returned. He was correct in his report, from what Luna herself could tell, though she added something in the end of her own - a personal observation.

"Roy is correct in his report, with one difference. Only the keep has wards on it, the ramparts and crenelations are free of wards and magical enchants. I should be able to cause a diversion if we want to slip past the standard rank and file. Well, how do you want to proceed boss?"

Zar remained silent for most of the initial scouting of the castle, taking in the site of the imposing obstacle that loomed before them and the dangers within. This was no mere rogue mage or rival guild they were dealing with, but a God of warfare and stratagem on a level unmatched by those of mortal minds. If they were to succeed, their plans would have to forego practical approaches and embrace situational tactics as well as improvisation, which Zar felt relatively confident in his abilities to do so. With Roy's scouting already underway, his ability to scout and remain hidden were unnecessary in that regards. What he was able to do, was allow them behind the enemy and continuously harass their positions while remaining undetected. He brought his thoughts to Kite's ear as we awaited more intel from Roy's scouting to pour in.

"If we're going along with the diversions proposed by our other comrades, then I offer my abilities to slip us back and forth from one position to another as a harassment technique to keep his forces occupied. It will take up a considerable amount of energy on my part and whoever assists, but it will be well worth it in the end."

Roy nodded his head as the guild master asked him if he could create fog, he wasn't sure about Luna but he definitely had that ability. He wasn't sure that his power alone would be sufficient to conceal them the entire way but if she wasn't able to create fog then he could put his glamour on his allies and help them to stay hidden that way.

"Aye Guild Master, I can create fog, and if that isn't enough for our needs I can put my glamour over over us and we can remain hidden that way, though as I said you can still be heard so be careful. At your word Guild Master I will spill their blood and my own. I have only one request, allow me to search for the god of War with you. My clones will be more than sufficient for any of his subordinates. I understand that this may interfere with your strategy, but if I don't get the opportunity to land at least one strike I don't know if I could ever live with myself."

It wasn't that Roy didn't trust Kite to handle this, in fact he was sure that he could. But every moment he grew more and more pissed off, his anger was starting to consume him and he didn't think he would be able to rest unless he managed to deal some kind of damage to the person responsible for this. No...he wouldn't settle for his minions, he must have the blood of their leader. The one responsible for the pain and suffering that his beloved guild has suffered.

But should his Guild Master deny his request he would swallow this anger. He had sworn his loyalty to obey the master of Sabertooth and even if this kept him up every night for the rest of his life then he would still do it. Still he wasn't sure if he could live with himself without giving his absolute all to hurt the man that had hurt his guild.

While Roy talked he moved his clones to the position that Kite had desired, and he had them summon their own smoke hands, he would not summon his yet, he was already starting to feel the mental strain of keeping up so many magics at once. It was not yet however visible, soon enough though he would begin to perspire and breath heavier. But for the moment he was in perfect control. He would have to maintain these spells for a long time it seemed, and he if he failed he might endanger his allies. For them he would be as strong as he needed. Whatever he needed to do however he would do it, as soon as the guild master gave the word he would act.

As the other comrade Zar spoke on his own capabilities, Luna would drink in the words and add them to memory so that she wouldn't forget later. She could memorize each and every word he had said and never forget - a useful trait for her lifestyle. From what was discerned Zar used a form of darkness within his magic, a useful asset to be sure, but Luna also used a form of darkness - yet less profound. Luna was sure that there was a reason why Kite had formed this team and she had began to see exactly why with how they all worked well in some form.

”Thanks for that.“ Luna heard Kite, a bright smile forming on her lips, "No problem, Kite. I'm here to help, whether in the capacity as a wizard or in the capacity as a friend.", responding in her usual accent before hearing Kite say he wouldn't allow himself to be dragged down by dark feelings. He then prepared and launched his plan in an elaborate speech to the others, Luna taking mental notes on this and the other. She had noticed an unease in the way Roy looked through part of the strategy session. Finally, as the strategy was wrapped up, Roy had something to say. Hearing him out, Luna responded in kind before Kite had a chance, hoping to deal with this now. "Don't worry about it Roy, I'm sure the boss doesn't plan to leave his God Slayer out of a fight with a God. You'll most likely get to do what you want, if we are together."

With that concluded, Luna began to weave the most basic of her magical abilities, coinciding with a thirty-meter area of air with her darkness attribute which would adhere to the smoke that had been created by Roy to create the dense dark-spot with which could be used to cover their approach as sought by Kite. By spending extra mana into the casting of the spell, it had even been attached to the same location as Roy's fog so should the fog move her spell would move. With this task finished, she only had to deal with the southern wall now and prepared the card up her sleeve.

After the full assessment of the plan was given to Zar, he was glad that Kite had recommended an alternative approach. His first bet would have been to go the direct route, but he had imagined it would have been better to divert the armies attention with himself rather than charge headlong into battle. Bringing down the cliffside upon the enemies ranks would be child's play with his abilities and get them closer without being disturbed. Kite had picked his team well with all the utilities powers everyone possessed at a moment's notice and their raw damage behind it. There were plenty of others to choose from within the guild, but his decision was law now as Guild Master and he was proud to be among them.

"Well, now that we have all our thoughts in order, what's say we get this show on the road, Guild Master? This is your operation after all, so it's only fair that you direct us to our duties. If it ends today, I'll rest well knowing it was while fighting under your command sir." He spoke to Kite with all the affordances due to a Guild Master who'd been thrust into this position by sheer circumstance alone. For the few months that he'd known him, he has never failed to impress him with quick thinking and the ferocity of the fire he wielded within his palm. This would be his defining moment as the leader of Sabertooth; defending the honor of the guild, and avenging our fallen home that was ripped from the sky along with us.

By the time Kite finished speaking Roy's clones had already moved to the locations they needed to go, with his fog setting in he could afford to loosen the grip that his enchantment held over his clones and his smoke hands. Normally they would blend in with whatever background the were apart of becoming effectively invisible. However the less he concentrated on it the more opaque it become. Right now it would normally have appeared as if a faint shimmer in the air, but with this dense fog it was as good as it could possibly manage to be.

Roy did not pay attention to Luna or to Zar. At this point nothing they said mattered to him, only the faintest glimpse of his sanity remained, and he was using all of it to dedicate himself to one thing. His loyalty to Sabertooth. So the guildmaster's words rang through his ears. Fine then, he thought to himself. If those are my orders then I shall fullfill them to the best of my ability. Roy knew that he could see through his own fog, Luna probably had something that allowed her to do so as well but he wasn't sure. And he was sure that Zar would figure something out. But right before they all went their seperate ways Roy looked towards Luna and gave her one warning, a warning that she would be wise to heed. "Luna, I have a plan. You would do wise to not enter the keep until after I go in. Trust me you'll know when I do. If you decide to ignore this i'm not in the state of mind enough to care. And you will get hurt."

But with that Kite was off and he was left with to the task appointed to him. As soon as possibly he flew away on his cloud through the fog to the south side of the wall where he was assigned. His clone's already positioned where they needed to go on the west side. He would hold nothing back here. Perhaps this would be the first day that he took a life, he hoped not. He couldn't imagine that he would be the same after such a thing but he supposed that he would do what needs to be done. For the good of Sabertooth, even if it costs him his character, his life, or his limbs.

Racing off on his cloud he looked below him. As soon as he was in position he would strike. As Roy reached his destination only moments after racing off towards it. He began filling the area below him with methane gas. While they had been talking Roy took notice of the keeps cannons, and he sent his clones to search for their armory. Where likely they would keep an ample supply of gun powder.

Roy pulled out a cigarette from the first pack that he had ever bought. Lit it with a small flame that he generated. He inhaled a few times, the nicotine was high, that was nice, he felt a buzz go throughout his body. But it was course and smelled foul compared to his sweet pipe tobacco. He would stick with pipes, but for the time being this would serve him better. He dropped the lit cigarette down onto the castle.

It ignited the gas that Roy had been building up since he got here, as well as four or five barrels of gunpowder. The explosion on the south wall was massive. Flames erupted everywhere, the ground shook and the men nearest to it that survived dove for cover and tried to cover their ears. Blood splattered everywhere and body parts rained down on the ground. He had picked his spot well it seemed. There was no way to know how many people were affected, killed or wounded. But the number of people crying for help were surprisingly few. Must have been more effective than he imagined.

Roy knew the people would be coming to check out the area and perhaps save their wounded comrades so he set himself down near the rubble and the bodies. While his smoke hands snaked their way up the wall grabbing the arhcers by their legs and pulling them down. If the fall didn't kill them then his hands would continue to beat them or stab them with their own weapons until they died.

Roy noticed a pair of blades lying on the ground and picked them up. His family had trained him to kill, his refusal to do so was what made him leave home. He smirked. Guess he had become like his father after all. When the nearest surviving troops managed to make their over to Roy he shouted at the top of his lungs and dove in to battle. Hacking and slashing stabbing and dodging and whirling to cut every exposed piece of flesh, put a hole through every weak spot in the armor he saw. He was here to claim their lives now, loosing all control Roy fell into a homicidal rampage and held nothing back. He had forgotten how good of a swordsman he actually was, but now his old skill came back to him, and for the first time he was able to fight at his absolute best.

For the west wall his clones did much the same thing, only they had gathered every remaining barrel of gunpowder that they could find, a total of fifteen in all. Roy's clones had already conjured their smoke hands used these to light every barrel at once at a point of their choosing.The hands could only be destroyed with magic so they would be fine. However the men they were fighting not at all. This explosion without a doubt killed even more men, maimed even more, and shook the castle itself. Soon after Roy's clones fell into Roy's own madness and they all picked up what swords or blades they could find in the castle and began fighting as fiercely as Roy, turning their enemies into mincemeat for the time being. Only this force was far more terrible than Roy, with a total of 40 ethereal hands taking up arms against them, and four fighters just as skilled as Roy.

The last thing Roy remembered hearing before he blacked out to his anger completely was a man shouting to anyone that could hear him. "Where is MARS!? Tell me where he is! His life belongs to ME!" Over and over gain until he lost himself to his rage.

They all went their own separate ways after the end of their pow-wow, continuing under the guise of fog to accomplish whatever purpose had been meted out to them by Kite himself. Lun was only happy to fulfill the wishes of the guild master in this endeavor, though she could already see some problems cropping up when it came to the team - primarily from Roy himself. Roy had ignored her words, which of itself wasn't a good sign, but he seemed hell-bent on doing a mission they had been told to cooperate on, by himself. Roy might just end up getting himself killed if he continued on with his intentions as Luna understood them. He had told her to stay back and miss a fight if she wanted to live. Well, Luna wasn't the sort to miss out a fight, but in this one situation, she would let him forward. As Roy left, however, she touched him and instilled him with healing regeneration (4% HP Regen per Turn). What he did from here was his own.

After the massive explosion caused by Roy, Luna took the opportunity to bypass most of the soldier via teleportation - appearing within the gaping hole created by the explosives, and releasing another spell of hers to capture some of the soldiers and one of the scouting parties who had come to reinforce after the explosive's tumultous explosion. Luna gave one simple order to her troops captured via Thorn Bind Hostage, to protect Roy as he flew into a rage and blacked out. Luna now stepped through the hole in the southern end of the keep and pushed forwards towards Mars Ultor. There was a small guard of twelve soldiers - four o them with crossbows - between her and the giant set of double-doors which surely lead to the war god himself. Well, Luna didn't mind some clean-up, she thought as she shot forwards and brought her elbow into the sternum of the first soldier and knocked him aside to the left. She pushed on, knocking down one of the crossbowmen and then whirled around to kick two more crossbowmen into the right-hand wall, as the other soldiers returned to form and tried to surround Luna.

Luna allowed the soldiers to surround her, before releasing her wind into a fifteen meter area burst which served to knock over the rest of the soldiers. They didn't get up, which was good for her, but Luna had wasted some time on them and wasn't about to waste more time and mana. Pushing on, Luna pushed the door open to reveal the final chamber where her quarry lied...

Once the briefing was over, Zar slipped off into the shadows and made his way to the cliffside. The patrols were heavy in this region of the castle, but they wouldn't be a problem being as they couldn't see him. Most mages worth their weight in jewels could sense the disturbances he made while walking through the shadows, but if there were any among these soldiers, they were oblivious to him. The wind howled near the edge of the cliff accompanied by the waves crashing against the cliffside below. It was an old and well-developed structure but through careful observation, he noticed a moderately sized crack that ran up the underside of it. Zar melded himself in the shadows, sliding across the side of the cliff till he was where he needed to be. In order to get maximum fracturing, he would need to place his shadow bombs all throughout the crack. It was about two times the size of himself so he would be able to effectively place 6 within it and bring the cliffside down before anyone knew what was happening.

The shadows around Zar and the crack began forming into pulsating blobs of shadow on the fracture. It only took seconds before it was finished and gave Zar plenty of time to reposition himself for the show to begin. He sat within the shadow of one of the towers overlooking the cliff, and multiple explosions followed shortly after. The sound waves echoed across the fortress, and just as they subsided the ground began shaking violently. The fracture steadily spread upward from the cliff and onto the ground beneath the soldier's feet. The panicked infantrymen scrambled for steadier ground, but many were too late to find shelter as the cliff began to separate from the rest of the fortress. Building and man tumbled together down into the crashing waves below. These forces would no longer be a looming threat for Kite and the others as the battle pressed further into to fortress. All that was left now was to rejoin them.

Roy's last opponent had fallen before him. His blades were stained with blood as was his person. He breathed deeply, and began to feel aware once more. He had blacked out it seemed from his anger. He had let it take control of him and he had slaughtered all of these men like animals. Who knew why they were here, maybe they were slaves, maybe they were desperate to eat, maybe they had no idea what Mars had done to them, maybe they opposed it but were to afraid to leave him.

Who knew, and now that he had killed them all, they would never know. Roy looked up into the sky and saw a swarm of flying opponents approaching. He quickly used his glamour to turn invisible and made his clones invisible as well. He had used so much magic already, and he was panting so heavily. He almost felt as if he couldn't walk. But he would have to. He had taken many lives needlessly today. He would not forgive himself if he did not take the life of the one person here who had to die.

Roy and his clones filed in to the castle, Roy noticed that he was bleeding from several wounds, he wasn't sure when he had taken them but they were slowly healing. He thought that this must have been Luna's work. It was good that she had stayed behind for the explosion, Roy wasn't sure that she would but he wouldn't have stopped it if she hadn't. That thought scared him.

Walking down the hallway dripping in his own blood and that of all the others he let his illusion disappear from himself, and created another one outside. This one would distract the flying enemies if they managed to even see through that fog. If they did then his clone would simply run away from the castle, dodging attacks and appearing to injured to attack back. They wouldn't be able to fit through the door he imagined.

Limping through the hallway he noticed that Luna had already entered in. The blood from his exposed swords dripped loudly to the ground and his hoarse breathing could be heard from a long ways away too. He wasn't sure she would honestly recognize him like this so he spoke.

"Thanks for the spell Luna. Probably saved my ass, some of these cuts are deep. Don't think anyone's left out there, they're all..." Roy couldn't finish that sentence, he just let it be. "There's just some men in planes or something now...I don't think they can follow us in here. "

XIt seemed that Mars Ultor had launched his aerial forces, though Luna was already within the keep and thus was useless against her. It seemed Roy had come to his senses and had come to within the keep as well, meaning it wasn't effective againt them. Aerial soldiers, left to range down-field, could still attack Zar or Kite and Luna simply could not allow that. She began to gather a morose black energy within one hand, forming a mote that began to gather from the air itself into an orb. The orb was released, coming to the center of the aerial formatio and releasing into the vortex spell 'Wail of the Banshee', unfolding out into a black sphere which drew all within it's epicenter to literally tear them apart.

"Well hello, Roy. I'm glad that you've come to your senses, though I must correct you, I used three spells in particular that drained my magic power to protect you. I've already taken care of the Air Force, now all that's left is to open these doors and fight Ultor himself." Luna smiled, speaking in her usual accent as she moved her hands in a revealing manner to the double doors in front of her.

Roy walked past Luna as she spoke. He smirked as she described just how many spells she had placed on him to prevent his death. He responded to her. "Well, in that case you must be exhausted. Better leave Mars to me then." He was almost joking, but he actually very much wanted to fight Mars himself.

Then Roy saw Kite come up to them, that was good. They would probably need him for this. He asked Roy to slow down, but that wasn't really an option now. The hardest part had just begun. Kite asked Roy if he could use a smoke clone of his to seep through the door. That was actually an interesting question. He hadn't tried using a clone for something like that before. But they were made of smoke so...

Roy revealed one of his clones, and took the dweamor that hid him away from it. If he lost this clone he would be down to three, and left with only forty smoke hands. But that would be fine, if it meant safe entry into the throne room.

Roy's clone moved forward and pressed itself into the crack of the door, turning into smoke, and then on the other side shifting back in to Roy's shape. Guess there was a new application for that. He sent his smoke clone up ahead, up the stairs. His smoke hands seeping into the door in front of them and manipulating the tumblers so that the gate would open. Had he been just an ordinary thief he wouldn't have gotten through. The door was extraordinarily complex, and actually probably required a system of keys to open. However it wasn't magically held so that made him think that there might be a trap of some kind...

Just as Roy thought that an explosion resounded throughout the keep, much like the ones he had been causing. The vision that he was seeing from his clones eyes disappeared, and Roy screamed in pain, falling to his knees. There went about a fifth of his life, and quite a bit of magic. The ten hands his clone created going with it. Still though, that was a little less magic that he had to keep going for the moment, and that meant that he would be a better fighter when the time came to fight mars.

Roy's eyes grew dark as the moment finally came, his blood lust now almost overtook him. He said in a voice unlike his own. "I can't promise you that I'll come out of this in piece Kite. Or even alive. But whatever I do in there don't try and stop me. You'll just be making it more dangerous for yourself."

Roy kept his invisible clones eyes glued to Kite, and Luna. If they tried to stop him they would intervene. Roy would not be stopped, he would not be deterred. He would see Mars bleed tonight one way or another. He took his first steps into the room ahead of them. Heading up the stairs, to do whatever he needed to do.

"Well, in that case you must be exhausted. Better leave Mars to me then." Roy remarked playfully, yet with a hint of seriousness behind it. The enchanter may wish to fight Ultor on his own, however Luna wouldn't have any of it for even a sparing moment, responding to him in a measured tone of ire and seriousness. "Not going to happen, and no I don't need a rest, I just want you to know how much effort was put towards you. I don't allow my friends to die. I understand how you feel about Mars, but Kite and I have just about as much reason to want to send him to hell too, and don't forget that." she retorted, just before their guild-master joined them at the door leading within the antechamber. Luna had already prepared for this fight that was to happen, in more ways than one, and would be ready to join the fray as soon as the battle was joined.

”So you were planning on facing him already?“, Kite asked to which Luna retorted, "We were going to wait for you, well, I was at the very least - can't speak for Roy." Of course, Kite had a plan to infiltrate the entrance without having to deal with whatever form of traps would be found on it. Luna could have come up with such plans her own however it wasn't her place to do so as Kite was the leader of their team and of the guild. She listened to Roy telling kite that he couldn't guarantee that he would be alive or take it careful in the fight. Well, if Luna had anything to say about it none of their team would be hurt too harshly even if she had to take the damage herself. Finally, as they prepared to enter and face Mars, Luna reached down and tossed a pill into her mouth to replenish magic power and stamina previously exerted.

"Do as you wish, Roy. Just don't expect me to stand back and do nothing while you fight Mars Ultor alone. I've been preparing for this moment, and I will not allow it to slip past without taking part."

Finally, the three entered, it was time to fight Mars Ultor...

Nothing more needed be inquired from Ultor that hadn't already been said or asked previously between Kite and Mars Ultor himself, all that remained was for justice to be meted out with utmost prejudice - the war god wouldn't stand a chance against the onslaught which the two of them could provide. The woman silently remained idle as she focused her eyes intently on the form of Ultor himself, pondering how she would expedite his demise as Kite revealed an angry Flame Demon's Rage directly into the path of Ultor, who unexpectedly utilized some form of defensive magic. The spear of Ultor was then raised and mightily hefted - then thrust towards the form of Roy. The only problem was that Luna was in the perfect position to interpose. Pushing her body to it's limits with magical enhancement, Luna quickly pushed her body smooth as an arrow as she sailed over towards the spear and with with he right mechanical arm Susanoo, took the impact on the side of the spear and absorbed all of the kinetic impact as she heaved all her force into the snap punch to throw the spear's trajectory off kilter enough to completely miss Roy even if it righted itself due to the air current following her punch and blowing it away.

Luna took no delay in activating the Susanoo by uttering the word '
Gespanntheit' and chanting a small spell which covered her ina  translucent layer that was nearly fully invisible. Shifting a half-step so that she now fully faced the god of war, Luna released a momentous cry that began to shake the ground around her and stir the sky for miles on end - any cloud-cover drawing to one particular spot, to surround the chamber high high in the sky. Luna's form newly infused with the power of God Force. Her hair, once curly and silky in form, almost seemed as if it was a flame of pure midnight hue. At the same time, wings of pure might hue were formed from the back of Luna with similar little winglets at her wrists and ankles. Wasting no time, the black wings surrounded Luna as she moved, forming the outline of a black dragon as bits of light connected and filled the illusion. As she reached up high into the sky and crashed down on Ultor, it seemed as if a massive weight had just slammed into him as the ground underneath him cratered in a convex.

"SKY GOD CHARIOT!" roared the voice of Luna, the 'dragon that had been surrounding her now rending into the god of war. She was already quick on her feet, but this speed had only further been enhanced and now she was a blaze of movement on the battlefield, moving to the side of Kite in no more than a few seconds.

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The fact that Mar was more focus on Kite as he saw the other as more of a threat between the two was something that would only serve to play in the favor of the team - it was a weakness or a chink in the armor that would serve to aid Luna in the end. even if he seemed to put enough attention on her quick enough to stop what she was doing, to bring his barrier of burning blades upon him but this was exactly the purpose of Luna's attack as it gave a momentary lapse for Kite himself to take advantage of. she would have thought that he would have finished Mars right then and there. She knew he could, but he didn't. Instead, Kite set her up to land the finishing blow. There was no way the Sky God Slayer could let this opportunity slip by and would pour her everything into the last attack. Even if it caused her pain and suffering, if they could destroy Ultor then it was all worth it to her. Finally, it would all be over with and Sabertooth could rebuild.

Luna raised her hands skywards, black winds surrounding her fully, which would envelope her and eventually formed a 'hardened' suit of metal armor with a pair of black angelic wings and finally a blackened halo behind her head. Finally, at speeds that not even Mars could see (because she was literally disappearing and teleporting, not moving) he burst forth towards him as she shout from the top of her lungs; "Sky God Secret Art: Sema Cracker!" As soon as she teleports into point-blank range with Ultor, a gargantuan lance of black winds thrusted forwards and pierced into the elder being. Additonally, as his body was being ripped through, miniature explosions of pure magical force ripped through him and exploded out back behind him.

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