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    Post by Guest 21st April 2022, 9:44 am

    The incident with Drekka and her failed attempt at leaving the helicopter brought an amused smile to the face of the witch. She was such a stubborn and hard headed woman, traits that Medeia found immensely appealing. The dragon slayer would be difficult for anyone to tame although the dark mage was pretty sure that she could, given enough time. Hardly what she should be thinking about as she was about to engage in battle but the raven haired woman was incredibly confident and had not an ounce of fear in her, the anger and wrath of those all around her stirring up her slayer powers. She briefly opened her mouth, drawing the rage from her own allies, desiring to taste it. There would be no harm done to them and a dark chuckle escaped her lips, savouring the tangy texture. This battle would no doubt give her all the anger she could eat, not to mention the crimson delicacy that was blood. Shifting in her seat a little, adjusting to her new armour, the mage would spend a few moments finding her centre, before the helicopter came to a stop and the sounds of battle could be well and truly heard.

    She listened to the Marshal as she delivered her orders and they suited Medeia to the ground. Destruction and carnage were always entertaining goals and as she stretched briefly and prepared herself for what was to come, her leaf covered armour seemed to glisten in response, ready to defend its owner. Her hand would then move down to her sword, bringing it up in front of her face and summoning its powers to her. It was an unusual weapon and Medeia had learned that it only truly functioned properly if she was in the right state of mind. A weapon of protection, a notion that amused her considering what she was actually going to be using it for. Thinking of those she cared for, the blade would start to magically sharpen, as though an expert blacksmith was working upon it, until it was a fully functional blade. Everything she was doing was for the sake of those she adored. That was the mindset she would have to take, lest her weapon fail her. The faces of all of her current and previous lovers came to the forefront of her mind, resulting in a rather lustful expression crossing the face of the witch. Every swing of her sword and every spell cast would be fuelled with her desire to defend those who mattered to her most, as well as her want to rip the Bellum scum limb from limb.

    Moving away to find a suitable spot for herself on the battlefield, Medeia would await the final command to attack, every fibre of being burning with passion and desire. Her eyes blazed with the pent up emotions that were just waiting to erupt. It had been far too long since she had raised hell and she had become soft. Today was the day to remedy that by annihilating everyone who stood before her.

    “...Attack!”.

    Placing her free hand on the odd device, she would reply to the order with, “Watch me all you want, Beautiful.”

    With that, her self control would be cast aside and as she summoned a pair of angelic wings, Medeia would fly forwards towards her foes, her rapier ready to shed the blood of any Bellum soldier who dared to face her. She moved with a grace and travelled at such speed that the ordinary soldier would probably struggle to see the rampaging holy being and every strike she unleashed would be fuelled with her colossal magical power. The battle was on.

    Stats and Buffs:

    Rapier Of Devotion Spell Used:
    Dela
    Dela

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    Post by Dela 24th April 2022, 3:19 am

    Her two bosses' cautionary blessings played in her mind as she walked in the rear of the unit plodding along the simple road toward a field of other waiting units, but she pushed them out as she began to take stock. The sounds of war were there, having the same ominous vibe if noise could be equated to fog, but it was fairly distant and more of a reminder or hint of what awaited units like the one she marched with. From a quick glance directly behind her, she noticed that they were moving away from the massive gathering of important-looking tents, which is where she presumed she needed to go. Hm. There weren't any guards on the path that she could see, but walking along by herself would definitely catch someone's attention.

    Though they were on the outskirts of it, she was currently in an encampment for wounded and waiting. It was everything she expected, if not a little worse. Not being one for combat easily translated to uneasiness in the face of grievously wounded soldiers, but it was something she'd have to choke down. She just needed to not look directly at those screaming and bloody souls both inside the tents and unloaded from trucks like cattle, but part of her wondered if the beggar here, her, could be a chooser as well. Who knew what role she'd need to adopt to get closer to the base? She had to be ready for anything, just like her allies fighting for their lives on the frontlines.

    Dela could potentially make a huge difference in this battle, if not the whole war, and she would not be screwing this up. Information was king, and she was in the best position to get it and/or disrupt it. Information would keep another Felidae Tragedy from happening. It could save lives and stop this war.

    There were trucks passing the unit both ways as they walked. Heading toward the field and the front line beyond was a mixture of empty trucks and trucks heavy with supplies, but she was more interested in the ones heading in the direction of the base. Though she wasn't sure how far in they went, it seemed in her best interest to hop on one before anyone in the unit would notice either her arrival or departure. Her potential rides were a random mix of quiet and leaking wails, and though that quickened her heart rate, she didn't have the luxury of examining whether it was medical transport or empty supply trucks beforehand or she'd miss her window of opportunity. Materializing a silvery ribbon in her hand, she used the noise of war and machinery to whip it out and catch a handle on the rear of one of the trucks. With a quiet jump and some pulling of the ribbon, she hopped up onto the right rear fender where she found the sorriest excuse for a foothold, but it would have to do. Being as lightweight as she was, it was doubtful they'd notice the disturbance. With some luck, she could remain unnoticed until it stopped and then hop off to reassess her situation.


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    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

    Ice Queen


    Ice Queen

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    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
    Faction : The Rune Knights
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    Cosmic Coins : 155
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    Experience : 12,421,054

    Character Sheet
    First Skill: Voidwalking
    Second Skill: Sword of Wrath
    Third Skill: Cruorthurgy

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 24th April 2022, 6:04 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    In the blink of an eye, Serilda found herself standing in a series of woodlands alongside Mythal and Vivian, as well as the Bellum and Rune Knight soldiers that had been brought with them. Dela was nowhere to be seen, presumably having been teleported closer to her own objective. As Serilda scanned what she could see of her own troops to take stock of them, the trio was approached by one of the Bellum commanders. Vivian confirmed that the castle had been sacrificed in order to get everyone safely to the front lines and out of range of the ships, and in turn Drazos informed them that Pergrande was making its move and the battle would soon be upon them.

    The field marshal remained quiet and observant for now. This was Vivian’s fight to command, not her own, and as such she intended on yielding to the cardinal’s authority as far as how to proceed. The woman addressed the troops at hand, informing them to report to their nearest superior officers to organize themselves before taking up positions. Serilda merely nodded to those commanding officers of the Rune Knights who looked to her for confirmation, silently dismissing them to do as Vivian bade. In a matter of moments the space around them was a steadily control chaos as thousands of soldiers rushed to prepare themselves for the oncoming battle, leaving the army leaders focused on one another.

    The cardinal turned to them both, expressing her desire for the three of them to act as a singular unit, their aim to divide the enemy formations and reinforce their own units as necessary. However, before she could finish detailing her plan Vivian was once more interrupted as an uproar from the troops let them know that the enemy was already within sight. Serilda could sense the impending projectile even as Cardinal Salvina cried out the warning, and wasted no time leaping out of the way and taking cover behind another nearby palisade, gritting her teeth as debris and shrapnel rained down around them, her sensitive ears ringing from the sound of the explosion. Once the coast was clear, if only for the moment, Serilda too searched until she found Vivian and Mythal, the former calling out to designate the strange armored vehicles as their primary targets.

    “Understood,” Serilda called back, her voice loud and clear. As she stood to her feet with a determined expression, she withdrew the two scimitars sheathed upon either hip. The weapons were similar in shape, but in all other aspects were completely opposite of one another. The first was a silvered weapon that seemed to glow with a soft blue light that radiated with pure, divine energy. The other blade was its antithesis in every way, the black blade crafted from a metal of unrecognizable origins and seemed to reek with an unholy, demonic energy as it seemed to want to suck the light out of the space around it. Activating a portion of her Voidwalking magic, she cloaked herself in the invisible emptiness of the Void in order to activate her defenses.

    Throwing herself into the air, Serilda flew high enough into the air to give herself a bird’s eye view of the incoming vehicles. It was time to see how well these vehicles were designed to withstand magical attacks. Channeling her energy, a number of black glyphs in the shape of snowflakes appeared over the armored vehicles and began to spin. From the glyphs, large chunks of ice, as black as night, began to hail violently down upon the vehicles, aiming to batter the tanks and hopefully do enough damage to cause them to start breaking down and malfunctioning. Unfortunately, it was never easy to tell when fighting against Pergrandians and their resources, which were often geared specifically toward defending against magic. Only time and patience would let her know what the most effective strategy would be so they knew how to best proceed.

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    Serilda Sinclair

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    Serilda's Battle Stats

    Spells and Actions
    1. Abyssal Shield (-79mp)
    2. Hail Storm (-135mp, 8154hp @ up to 12 targets)
    3. 5% MP regen (+100mp)


    Spell Descriptions:

    Spell Durations
    Abyssal Shield: 25/25
    Hail Storm: 12/12


    Active Stats
    HP: 500/500
    MP: 1886/2000
    Strength: 845hp
    Speed: 300mps
    Spell Durability: 21,991/21,991hp


    Base Stats & Buffs
    Base HP: -50%
    Base MP: 50%
    Strength: 745%
    Speed: 50%
    Spell Durability: 1452% (1280% Passive + 172% Active)
    Spell Damage Buffs: 3937% (3780% Passive + 157% Active)
    Healing Buffs: 0%
    MP Costs: -25%
    MP Regeneration: 5%
    HP Regeneration: 5%
    Damage Reduction: 75%


    Equipment & Passive Gains
    Armor:
    Scales of Power:
    Artifact Level: Spell Damage (450%)
    Artifact Level: Spell Damage (405%)

      Weapons:
    Scales of Power:
    Artifact Level: Spell Damage (450%)
    Artifact Level: Spell Damage (405%)

      Items:
    Ring of the Pig:
    Passives: Damage Reduction (75%), Anti-Piercing to Defensive Spells
    Perfect Shielding: 0/1 uses consumed

    Arugula Ascension: Consumable

    Jabez the Undying: Summoning Key

    Scales of Power:
    Artifact Level: Spell Damage (465%)
    Artifact Level: Spell Damage (450%)

      Voidwalking:
    Clicky
    Passives: Spell Durability (1100%), Spell Damage (240%), 5% HP regen, 5% MP regen, -25% MP Cost

      Sword of Wrath:
    Clicky
    Passives: Spell Durability (180%). Spell Damage (735%), Strength (50%), Speed (50%)

      Cruorthurgy:
    Clicky
    Passives: Spell Damage (180%), Strength (695%)

      Scion of the Void King:
    Clicky
    Passives: Base Spell Durability increase (50%), Base MP increase (50%), Base HP decrease (-50%), Base Spell Healing (-50%)
    Insatiable: 0/2 uses consumed

     

    Serilda Sinclair



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    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

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    Position : God of Sedulity
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    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 50
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    Age : 36
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
    Experience : 11,070,431

    Character Sheet
    First Skill: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Skill: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Skill: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 24th April 2022, 7:36 pm

    LIGHT
    &
    DARK
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    Mythal had seen some impressive feats of teleportation, mostly from Serilda, but Vivian’s area-spanning movement spell was something else entirely. Within barely a blink, the Darkness Slayer was standing in a wooded area with his fiance, the Cardinal and the soldiers that had been gathered in the castle’s grounds. He glanced around him idly, impressed by the range of both her spell’s teleportation capabilities and the range of where it could take that many people. Then again, one doesn’t become a Cardinal out of sheer luck, he imagined. A commander approached them, a man by the name of Drazos, came over to get the details of what had happened as well as inform them of Pergrande’s incoming forces. With Vivian in charge, all Mythal had to do was stand back and wait, his heart pumping at an oddly even pace, considering what was awaiting them.

    Vivian took that opportunity to address the gathered troops, ordering them to retrieve their orders and prepare for the quickly approaching battle. Thousands of men and women moved around them, the Slayer’s senses picking up on the quickened beats of hearts unsteady. This was the first real battle of the war and the anticipation was so thick in the air that it almost made it hard to breathe. He watched the groups of people moving about until Vivian spoke directly to him, insisting that he and Serilda stay near her so that they could act as their own attack unit and weave through combat to both aid their side and pester the other. It made the most sense; Mura and Aliannah had formed a team and Dela was operating as her own singular infiltration unit. Between the three of them, they had the best opportunity to cause the most carnage.

    Before he could respond or even before the Cardinal could finish her thought, cries from the front line alerted them to the approaching enemies. Mythal barely had time to glance towards the source of the alert before he caught sight of a projectile coming at them at near blinding speed. The Rune Knight Director smoothly pushed off the ground practically teleported a fair distance away, his movement speed greatly enhanced. Now out of the immediate danger of the impact, he pushed several soldiers down on the ground while throwing himself down to avoid the shrapnel that ripped through the air. It took a moment for the danger to pass but once it had, Mythal popped back up, sneering in annoyance.

    As he got up and brushed himself off, he moved back over to Serilda and Vivian. The Cardinal was quick to state that the line of vehicles that was now in formation was their first target. “Sure,” he replied, righting the scythe against his arm. “Alright Lux, guess we’re doin’ this thing.”

    The Lightbringer burst into existence beside him, far more bright and tangible than ever before. Now with the addition of the Soul Stone, his magical power had skyrocketed, making him as much of a threat as Victoria. “Damn right we are! Time to have some fun!” the Seal cried as he began to glow even brighter. Then he leapt into Mythal, covering the Darkness Slayer in an aura of glowing illumination. Darkness mixed in with it and a chassis of dark and light materialized over the Director. He cracked his neck to the left before another magical spell activated itself, granting him even more power. With that added, he flexed his legs, bending his knees just enough to get into position before he rocketed forward.

    The Darkness Slayer tore across the battlefield quickly, zipping back and forth to avoid gunfire. As he moved, the head of the scythe began to bubble and glow a bright red. Globulets of magma formed from the ride between blade and handle, overcoming the metal and falling to the ground behind Mythal. As he came upon the first tank, he leapt up and swung the scythe, aiming to slice the cannon in half. As he landed on top of the vehicle, he swung the scythe once more, this time horizontally, to rip across the turret and dismantle it while also spraying lava within the open slices. Then he would dash backwards and away, moving on to the next target.



    STATISTICS
    HP: 7600
    MP: 11561
    Movement Speed: 2530 m/s
    Melee Damage: 820 per hit
    Scythe Damage (Melee+Multi Target): 3,341 per hit
    Defensive Spell Durability: 2,583
    Weapons Equipped: Lacrima Scythe, Congregation of Souls
    Monsters Killed: list here
    Other Notes:
    HP Passive:  585%
    MP Passive: 1045%
    Movement Speed Passive: 1105%
    Melee Damage Passive: 780%
    Spell Damage Passive: 1080%
    Spell Range Passive: 915%
    Spell Speed Passive: 495%
    Spell Healing Passive: 165%
    Spell Durability Passive: 165%
    MP Regen: 5% additional
    Damage Reduction: 25%
    IVYLEAF33


    Spells Used + Description:


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    Aliannah
    Aliannah

    Omen Angel


    Omen Angel

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    Faction : The Rune Knights
    Posts : 2673
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 27
    Mentor : Deniel
    Experience : 1,362,393

    Character Sheet
    First Skill: Calling of Heaven and Hell
    Second Skill: Fallen Angel Take Over
    Third Skill:

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    Post by Aliannah 24th April 2022, 9:15 pm





    Through The Soul
    Does the Power of Rebirth Lay


    It took Aliannah a little bit longer to catch up to the Fairy Tail mage, reaching the shore several seconds behind him. There in front of her sat a massive fleet of ships that seemed to be made out of some sort of metal. She didn't know much about Pergrande troops or the weapons that they would use, however what sat in front of her was far beyond her imagination. All metal with what seemed to be some sort of artillery on it. She sat in the air far above where the ship rocked in the waves squinted her eyes in an attempt to look down to see if she could see anything on board the ships.

    Yet as she looked the smell of gunpower entered her senses and the girl scrunched her nose, she had never been a fan of the smell, her hand moving up to cover nose in an attempt to block out the smell. It reminded her of the last time she had been in a battle against the Pergrande soldiers, their guns leaving behind the same smell. Aliannah could still feel the sting of the bullets in her shoulders and against her skin the wounds that the bullets had caused. Her brows furrowed as she came to rest near the Fairy Tail made who seemed to take in the same scene.

    Her eyes narrowed in on what seemed to be a flying vehicle, something that she had never seen before, something that she had never heard of before either. Her face was stoic, her lips pulled into a flat line before they turned to have a downward pull, somewhat of a pout and a frown mixed into one. Welp, welcome to war, there was something new every time.

    Hearing her name from the Fairy Tail mage, catching Alyia's name in the mix, the angel stirring up inside of her at the mentioned name. It wasn't pretty. She could feel the restlessness of the soul and the fact that it was seemed to be conflicted about something. Aliannah would probably have to help the angel get themselves together before she could fight, Alyia was her life source, she was her magic source, she was her everything. If Alyia went down into chaos then Aliannah would soon follow, her body likely falling apart due to the lack of the angel's support. Aliannah would lose her magic, her health, and likely her life.

    Taking in a deep breath in an attempt to subtly calm the angel Aliannah turned to listen more carefully to Mura. Saying something about the Oblivium, something that she had breifly heard about, anti-magic or something like that. She would nod. "That sounds good, I can support you from the air as well, give you a bit of a boost, but I will need a signal to see if the ships are coated in this Oblivium. If it is what I think it is, using magic against these ships would likely be useless and we would have to think of another way around this." If those ships were magic resistant then there could be a problem, she would have to think hard and fast about what she would do afterwards and if she would have to relay the information back to the group.

    Aliannah looked above the ships and watched as Mura raced down to the giant metal monstrosities. The additional soul in her body seeming to still be confused as it felt like it lurched forward in her body, what felt like an attempt to stop the Fairy Tail mage. Did Alyia perhaps know Mura, what was the connection and why was the angel inside of her so strange with its presence inside of her.

    Aliannah shook her head, if anyone was to be watching her at the moment it would seem as though she was going crazy. Her head fell into her hand as a pain entered her mind, she grit her teeth and closed her eyes. What was going on. Aliannah curled her fingers into her hair, trying to regain her senses. The pain slowly began to fade away and the blonde girl looked back up from her hands, one of her eyes indigo and the other seemed to be a grey, a bit blurred out slightly before fading back into the same colour as the other. Aliannah gathered herself and looked down, eyes narrowing as she looked at the army of warships and whatever that floating machine was that was also in the sky. It didn't seem like it was a pet or a person, it was too large for that and it held a sound of a machine.

    What in the world?

    The blonde readied her spells, calling to her aid God's Wrath, the orbs floating around her in a orbit like motion, as well as Speed of the Demon. Affecting both her and Mura, increasing their spell and physical speed. Aliannah did squint down again at what seemed to be the flying machine in the sky. She reached into her pocket to pull out a pair of glasses that she knew that she owned, something that would help increase her field of sight. Yet as her hand moved into her pocket she found something there that most certainly didn't belong there. Pulling out what seemed to be a small water gun pistol. The girl made a face and sighed, this is what she got from visiting the orphanage before coming here, and she wasn't sure that a water gun would be of any help in any situation. She quickly put it back into her pocket and the girl could only hope that it wasn't severely broken and she would be able to return it to the kid that gave it to her before she left.



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    Knight Owl
    Knight Owl

    Player 
    Lineage : Psionic Soul
    Position : None
    Faction : The Ironheart Pact
    Posts : 428
    Guild : Sabertooth
    Dungeon Tokens : 4
    Experience : 1,421,385

    Character Sheet
    First Skill: Psionic Ascendance
    Second Skill: Manifold Armory
    Third Skill: Sepulchre's Sigil

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    Post by Knight Owl 25th April 2022, 5:59 am



    Michael Brooklyn Morgan "Red Alert"
    The Embers of Conflict

    Lift off. The helicopter’s blades whirred loudly as they slowly ascended to the air and, upon reaching a certain altitude, he would be greeted with the sight of the sea, illuminated by the dawning sun. The fleet isn’t that far off from the pact’s base, sitting a few kilometers away from the shores while they made it rain shrapnel and mortar against the convent. Wind brushed against his armor as the aircraft sped for the navy. Eventually they’d reach the fleet, the vehicle hovering over as the navy continued on their assault. The orchestra of cannon fire is deafening, sure, but he paid no mind to it. He was used to the sound of cannons roaring at a near distance, owing only to his experience as a former soldier and his resilient nature. He exited the vehicle, taking a few steps out, though he wasn’t falling. No, he was floating, using his own telekinesis to make him fly.

    He brought out his rifle. Two red hexagons formed beside his hands before the long weapon parts protruded from the shapes, after which they connected to form a single weapon - a sniper rifle, his weapon of choice for long range assassinations. It didn’t take him longer than a second or two before he spotted two figures moving towards their position at high speeds through the rifle’s scope. No doubt they are Bellian reinforcements intent on stopping the navy’s onslaught, on their way here to inflict some heavy casualties against the navy and to outright stop them. “We have two hostiles inbound to our position. If things turn for the worse in our position, I’ll send the fleet back to the docks by your command.” He said as he lightly pressed the communications device fitted to his ear, suggesting that she make use of his portal creating ability on the fleet to their advantage when push comes to shove while minimizing casualties.

    His rifle disintegrates into binary code as it is sent back into the cyberscape, after which another set of red hexagonal shapes appeared beside him once more. From his right dominant hand, a sleek looking black pistol pulls itself from cyberspace. On his left, the hexagon pushes itself against his left arm, forming a band around it as the sigil goes through. “...no more underdogs.” he mumbled to himself. One of them was quick to act as they pulled out a staff and a sword. No doubt making use of their magic to the detriment of the fleet’s personnel. Not under his watch, he'd thought. Red psionic aura would form around him to bolster his psychokinetic defense, range, and speed as well as the programs written on his pistol. The safety of the Pergrandians are his priority, bringing him on the defensive. Luckily, he’s flexible.

    The esper pointed his pistol at the vortex, trying to disperse it before it could inflict some heavy casualty, if it was even capable of doing so against the fleet’s metal. And then he pulled the trigger, light flashing briefly from the pistol’s barrel as a compressed bullet of psychokinetic energy was fired against the tornado. If the timing is right, the bullet should be able to clash against the tornado, dissipating it into mist. It is just one of his methods of defending the mcguffin, and rather unorthodox one at that. He can only hope that the power he exerted is enough to stop the attack from hitting.

    (Theoretical) Stat Breakdown:
    Defensive Technique Used:

    POST WORD COUNT: 813
    TOTAL WORD COUNT: 1673
    MEL @ WW


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    Holy Crusaders
    Holy Crusaders

    Player 
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    Position : None
    Posts : 8
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 5,000,000

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    Post by Holy Crusaders 26th April 2022, 1:32 pm



    Mura was first to act, empowered by Aliannah’s spell, descending upon one of the battleships with a speed that was hard to fathom to the average Pergrandean soldier. He would land on the aft section of the battleships, the wooden covering of the deck splintering from the force of his landing. So far, so good. He wouldn’t lose any time, immediately enacting his first spell.

    At least, that would be what he thought.

    Gravity shifted slightly, bending space to a minor degree as the ship shifted a couple degrees to one side, then would immediately jolt back, the spell no more effective than a higher-than-average wave hitting the ship’s armored side.

    And it would be this armor, indeed, consisting of nothing less than refined plates of pure oblivium, that would prove detrimental to Mura’s arcane-based attack, dispersing all ethernano utilized by the spell he employed in an instant just as it descended upon the ship, neutralizing the effect immediately, though Mura, of course, wouldn’t know that, only observing the complete ineffectiveness of his spell. It was to Mura’s luck that, based on the nature of a Pergranti battleship, there would be no personnel on deck on any of these battleships to retaliate immediately, understandably so. Not a single soul would be caught near one of those massive artillery pieces when they fired, especially considering the rate at which they fired, for the shockwave they produced, the ballistic blast that rang out with every ignition of powder, every shell being fired, was enough to rip a normal person atwain.

    Lucky for the Shaman, however, as he would continue his assault by alternative means, the technique he used, as opposed to his spell, took effect successfully despite the fact that it seemed to be intercepted by something unseen descending from high above. A whirlwind would rise around Mura, bursting forward from his position, and though the range it possessed barely covered the aft section of the ship, the speed at which it manifested was tremendous. However, that would speak nothing of its actual effect on the ship itself. The railings were blown off, the wood of the deck was torn asunder and strewn about, but cosmetic damage and a few scratches on the metal were the full extent of the damage the battleship received from the attack.

    Both Mura and Aliannah would be able to see this and draw their own conclusions from this, the battleship that Mura found himself on now suddenly roaring to life. A shrill alarm bell went off somewhere on the vessel, a roaring voice echoing from speakers in a language that Mura wasn’t able to understand. The ship appeared to fall quiet, its guns, for the time being, silenced, the other ships also ceasing their shell fire. The silence, in contrast to the constant, bone-shaking rumble of thunderous artillery fire from before, was eerie, abrupt, and carried with it a foreboding feeling.

    Indeed, it would seem that this feeling would prove right. A hatch flew open at the superstructure of the ship, a figure stepping out, taking several fast strides towards the God of Ishgar on deck. The woman looked at the man that had intruded onto the Pergrandean warship, her gaze wandering up and down the mage before her expression settled into an amused grin. When she spoke, her voice came out in a surprisingly fluent Fiorean, which, while admittedly accented, possessed a certain quality of calm arrogance.

    “Ah, so you’re the durak who is causing such a ruckus on my ship, eh? And I thought we’d be in trouble”. The woman, upon closer inspection, was dragging behind her a massive ax, the weapon now swirling forward in her grasp as if it didn’t possess any weight at all, paying true testament to her sheer strength, before the lifted it, pointing it towards the God of Ishgar. “Come then, Intruder. Let’s see what you’re made of”.

    Aliannah, however, would not be spared. With a hum of electricity, several guns moved automatically, guided via advanced radar systems and latching onto the blonde mage still suspended in the sky. These anti-aircraft guns could fire several thousand high-caliber rounds a minute and would have no trouble following Aliannah’s movements, as she would soon find out. They had been developed to take out even Pergranti jet-powered fighter aircraft, after all, should it become a necessity. It took a few seconds for these types of weapons located on the smaller ships, destroyers and corvettes that surrounded the larger battleships, to lock on to the mage, but once her signature was spotted, the AA guns flared up. From one second to the next, the air was filled with explosive rounds aimed at the Rune Knight, autocannons firing a continuous hail of fire with deadly accuracy, and while these rounds were not made of oblivium, the sheer volume of fire that she would be hit with all at once would be overwhelming.

    On Dela’s end of the battle, her cover, for the time being, remained uncompromised. She would have no issue blending in with the general crowd that would ready itself for battle. The fact that, however, she was heading away from the large Pergranti base was something the Rune Knight quickly realized and effectively countered. The maneuver she pulled off, while not as covert as other means to pick out a mode of transport, was shrouded by both the soundscape and busy nature of the frontline, the line of loud military vehicles, coupled with the ever-present shuffle of an arguably massive crowd, obscuring her movements.

    She would find her way onto a heavy-duty military-style truck that, coinciding with her assumptions, would barely even move when she hopped onto it based on its sheer weight. As much as she may not want it, though, she, despite the noise that flared up all around her, would be able to pick up screams of agony from inside the closed-off vehicle, this one, much like most others in this column, being designed for medical purposes only. The blur of voices from inside, dull and echoing within the metal hull in the back of the vehicle, seemed to go on for quite some time, a back and forth in agitated Pergrandean that Dela, based on her knowledge of languages, would have no trouble translating. “Eto bespolezno (It’s no use)”, one voice shouted, “My dolzhny amputirovat. Teper'! (We have to amputate. Now!)”. Another voice screamed out in vehemence before erupting into a long, pained scream “Net, NET! (No, NO!)”. It was clear that the ad-hoc operation that was performed in the back of this moving truck was of utmost emergency.

    Apart from this, however, the distance and ride were relatively short to the outside walls of this base. A fence constituted the outermost layer, and, following a short gap, there would first be crates filled with sand and gravel, followed by tall concrete slabs. Tents, towers, and portable containers practically littered the area the closer one got to the massive base proper, Dela being able to take in this sight. There would also be another odd observation: The woman would be able to, the closer she got to the base, feel her magic weaken and lose intensity with every meter and every centimeter that she moved closer to the center of the base. Someone or something actively disturbed the flow of magic in the air, making it extremely difficult for mages to absorb and retain ethernano. It would feel fine for now, but would likely come with its own issues the deeper Dela would head into the base. Finally, she would pass a check-point at one of the gates that led into the base, but traffic was so active that the guards stationed at this particular check-point didn’t check the trucks too closely, waving one after the other through until it was Dela’s turn. Without much trouble, she would enter the base on the back of the truck, and, a short drive later, the vehicle would stop near what looked like a section of the base separated from the rest of the structures here, though not far off from the point of entry she had used to get in. She could hear personnel stir from within the truck once it had come to a halt, and voices would open the large, door-like hinges in the back soon, undoubtedly to transport the heavily-wounded patient to the Pergrandean field hospital she was now at.

    On the battlefield, things would begin moving quickly once the assault of Pergranti forces was on. Where tension had been palpable in the atmosphere around the forces of the Luminous Covenant before, it now erupted, shifted into panic, adrenaline, and aggression to varying degrees. Curses were liberally employed in reaction to the impact of explosive shells. Trees of the forests behind the trench line splintered in the distance. Dirt, ash, and mud were thrown about in a storm of destructive bursts that, again and again, would find casualties among the forces of the Covenant. Not only this, but it would also appear as if enemy forces had begun infiltrating the Bellian trench lines as well, the fight escalating from one second to another. The situation had started out orderly, the respective commanders doing their best to keep their Rune Knight and Crusader forces in line disciplined and organized, but the situation deteriorated rapidly. The trench lines gave the forces of the Cardinal and the two Rune Knight leaders some cover, though it was quickly worn away with every resounding shot fired, the barrage of bullets and projectiles being simply too overwhelming to organize any meaningful way of resistance, let alone counterattack.

    The Field Marshal and the Director, in Vivian Salvinas’ eyes, certainly made the right call when they immediately leaped into action. Serilda would be the first to act, ascending into the air above the battlefield with ease. Her raised vantage point gave her a more than adequate overview over not only the frontlines established by Bellum, the vast trenches and military stations snaking along the edges of the woodlands, but also the front that Pergrande had created. She would see the long line of military vehicles that stretched out in both directions, firing into the Bellian lines relentlessly. Behind the armored monstrosities, squads of infantry appeared to take cover and advance slowly upon the lines of the Crusader and Rune Knight forces apace with the vehicles, laying down heavy and rapid fire upon the Covenant lines to suppress any opposition. Her position, however, also drew much attention, the Field Marshal immediately being assaulted with large volumes of small arms fire. These projectiles would whiz by and, ultimately, through her body without much effect, however, based on the method of defense the woman employed or without even so much as scratching the surface, the Field Marshal being under very little threat in that regard.

    Still, the method of attack she employed, a spell that manifested ice heavily laden with darkness with undoubtedly massive destructive capabilities, would not unfold its desired effects. The spell would find its targets, ice raining upon several of the vehicles without much difficulty. As it got close to the vehicles, and indeed, was just about to strike them, though, the ice cracked, splintered, before finally dispersing into mist without doing damage, leaving behind no trace of the spell, the vehicles completely untouched, leaving Serilda to draw her own conclusions about the nature of these implements of war.

    Mythal acted in almost the same instance as Serilda, readying himself for combat before leaping into action, bursting through the bellian front line and towards Pergrande across what had de facto become no man’s land. Even with his speed, it would be rather hard to evade all the projectiles flying by based on the sheer volume of fire, a few making definitive contact and aiming to wound, or worse, kill, though the defenses that protected the God of Ishgar deflected these stray bullets and lucky hits as noticeable ricochets. It wouldn’t be an issue for the time being, but it would be clear to Mythal that, should the volume of fire intensify or his evasive capabilities be hampered, the situation might change quickly.

    Still, his attack was made. Swiftly and with deadly precision, the blade at his disposal, based on the overwhelmingly powerful magical abilities it possessed especially in regards to its armor-piercing qualities, managed to actually penetrate through not only the veil of anti-magic around the vehicle, but also the rather extremely durable oblivium armor on the vehicle itself. First, the cannon of this weapon system was cut in two, several tonnes of alloyed steel crashing to the ground before the tank. Of course, the vehicle would already be incapacitated, but the next attack sliced through the turret with little effort, the oblivium-steel compound melting like butter. The reaction was nigh instantaneous. The heat immediately set off the ammunition stored inside the turret of this war machine, the hatch on the turret top bursting open, a jet of flame surging out of the vehicle as all powder and ammunition stored within cooked off. Needless to say, the crew would be incinerated in a mere moment, and while the jet of flame died after only a few seconds of intense fire and heat, the tank was now a burnt-out husk, unable to operate any further.

    At the same time, Vivian watched these two enter combat with awe. Not only did the Field Marshal of the Rune Knights seem to shrug off the collective firepower of a Pergrandean division,  but the Director would dash through the hail of fire with a speed that surpassed even her own, taking on one of the enigmatic Pergranti war machines with only a couple swings of his weapon and actually destroying it despite the fact that it seemed to utilize the equally enigmatic oblivium in some capacity. She wondered briefly if she, despite her status as a Cardinal, could even approach these two in their respective fields of expertise at all, but that was not what was important right now. In the end, she knew that their status as Gods of Ishgar was warranted, and, of course, that she was exceptionally glad to have them on her side.

    This elation, however, disappeared quickly when, some distance away, the trenches manned by Crusader troops appeared to explode in a furious array of attacks. A Pergranti infiltration team? No, that wasn’t it. Her eyes flickered, the incandescent glow of magic within the oculi flaring up briefly before shifting to a transitory swirl of rainbow hues. Her eyes could see the direction and flow of magical power, and what she stared at, well, it was akin to a roaring storm of magic, something that was, without a doubt in her mind, not something any Pergrandean would possess. But who then was this attacker? She would have to do something about it, swallowing the feeling that came with once more having to abandon her advantageous plans. “I will intercept the attackers on that front!”, her shout went out to the Field Marshal suspended in the air above the battlefield. “Please continue to commence the attack, Miss Sinclair!”.

    With that, the Cardinal was gone, kicking off the ground at a speed not dissimilar to that of the other mages present in this battle as she rushed towards the source of her unease, the angel by the name of Medeia. It would take her only a few moments to arrive at the scene, coming to an abrupt halt a short, but sizable distance away from the enemy mage, her eyes taking in first the opponent, then the massacre that had transpired here. The bodies of her fellow Crusaders, gruesomely torn asunder, were strewn about in a display of mercilessness she had not expected, not even on this battlefield. Who was this? No, that was a question that did not matter.

    Within her stirred an emotion that quickly manifested, her features shifting into an expression of overt rage. This thing, whatever it was, was a monster in human shape, a demon sent by Pergrande to destroy her troops. She would put a stop to it. It was her solemn duty. Her actions left little room for reactions, her voice echoing forth in a terrifying cry. “I don’t care who or what you are, but you will pay for this!”.

    In a single, elegant motion, Vivian drew her blade from its sheath at her hip, pointing the tip of the sword at her opponent before unleashing her own magic. Within the blink of an eye her system was filled with adrenaline as her Mystic Eyes did their work. Her vital functions went into overdrive. Her muscles tensed, her focus sharpened to an almost unnerving degree. Time seemed to slow down for the Cardinal as white flame erupted around her weapon, glowing so brightly that it briefly seemed to drown out the light of dawn to those nearby. Without losing a second, Vivian burst forward towards the enemy mage, attempting to, with one swift and decisive strike from overhead, bring down the monstrosity that was evidently responsible for the death of her comrades.


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    Post by Ouroboros Squad 26th April 2022, 1:34 pm



    For Michael, the situation shifted somewhat as he exited the helicopter, the machine now turning after hovering to deliver the esper to the fleet, returning to base. The man, now suspended in the air above the fleet, would witness the display that followed in the skies not far from him. One of the two shapes, a man, as he would have seen through the scope of his weapon, would descend upon one of the battleships and attempt to attack it, where he would, of course, attempt to intervene. To his surprise, Michaels technique would do very little to stop the mage’s own technique from manifesting and did not disperse it as he had hoped it would, though despite the fact that the attack had been successful, Michael being able to see the vortex of spinning, blade-like slashes near the ocean surface below, it seemed like the attack did surprisingly little damage to the battleship, raising some obvious questions. Michael, with his knowledge of Pergranti technology, would of course realize that these ships were armored with heavy plates of pure oblivium, affording them some impressive protection.

    Before the esper could make another move, though, the ships below seemed to react sooner rather than later. The man who had attacked the battleship would soon find himself under attack by a Pergranti Soldier that Michael would not recognize, a female officer who, much like him, utilized psionic power in combat. The woman, meanwhile, this one of course being the other figure that Michael would have spotted, remained passive and, apart from activating some incantations, did not intervene in the battle below for the time being, remaining suspended in the air. This afforded the ships a prime target, the skies around her soon filled with thousands of projectiles from the anti-air cannons on the ships below, undoubtedly giving Michael free reign to intervene in the fight as he desired. Both of his opponents would be more than just a little distracted, that much would be evident to him, but it was up to him what conclusion to draw from this and how to act on the opportunity that now presented itself, the Marshal's voice soon responding to his earlier report.

    Medeia would be the first one to reach combat, bursting through the Bellian defensive parameter and into their trench lines like a merciless storm. Within the blink of an eye for the average person, and indeed, a span of time that was still too swift for the Crusaders to react to, soldier after soldier was killed immediately. This had little to do with a battle, she would realize, making the initial onslaught more akin to an unopposed massacre. A good two dozen Crusader Knights and Army soldiers, men and women of Bellum all, would be torn asunder in an instant, crushed like weak prey animals without any and all means to even think about fighting back against the predator that had invaded their ranks. They would provide nothing but disposable, cheap means of entertainment for the Warlady, that much would quickly become clear to Medeia, and none of them really had any means to oppose her and the power of her initial assault.

    Her quite hefty attack, however, would swiftly draw the attention of a powerful foe, a woman in red dress, which, albeit covered in specks of dirt and dust in places, seemed elegant and quite noble, appearing in a dash of incredible momentum. Her hair was long and of fair color, her features soft, and the radiant eyes she possessed scanned both the Warlady and the Crusaders she had just cut down. That, of course, would be the moment when Medeia would feel it.

    The air around the two crackled, the aura around the newly appeared foe intensifying briefly before finally, the atmosphere began buzzing with might unimaginable to regular mages. It was as if this woman’s magical aura had been set aflame with a deep rage and now burned brighter than even the morning sun, alight with sheer, uncompromising power and an intent to kill so sharp that even a mage of Medeia’s caliber would have trouble dismissing. Her voice reflected this rage, the woman screaming only “I don’t care who or what you are, but you will pay for this!” before disappearing from view, moving at a speed that surpassed even the Warlady’s own, reappearing an instant later before her. The woman’s blade, shrouded in brilliant, white flame, was raised high and would descend at a mind-boggling speed, a blow undoubtedly meant to cleave Medeia in two. She would have to react fast in order to avoid what could certainly become a death blow if she wanted to avoid an instant kill.

    Drekka would face less trouble, the absence of any noteworthy foe in her section of the front allowing her to not only gain an advantageous position, but also wreak havoc among the trench lines of Bellum. Her impact and the subsequent explosion of force from her weapon cleared a whole line of Bellian soldiers, dirt, grass, and bodies flung into the air by the sheer concussive force that essentially obliterated a sizable section of the trench that had been so painstakingly dug by the troops that occupied it. Where the trench had been, a small crater now sat in the earth, the Dragon Slayer in its midst. This initial shock had killed a number of them immediately, but not all of those hit by this attack had been killed immediately, though it was enough to paralyze the Bellian soldiers around her for just a few swiftly passing seconds. Enough for her to take out several more with violent and forceful swings of her bladed weapon, first one, then another, and then another soldier thereafter falling at her hands. Soon, Drekka would be covered in a spray of blood, the nature of her fighting style and the attacks delivered with her weapon leaving a small trail of destruction until finally, she, too, would be confronted by an enemy of note, a man pushing through the lines of soldiers to stand before her, raising his voice to drown out the ever-present noises of the battlefield.

    “I am Milleas Drazos, Commander of the Crusader Order! By my name, fiend, I will not let you pass and wreak havoc upon my troops. If you have any shred of honor as a warrior-”, he would raise his weapon, a spear, the point aimed at Drekka in a clear challenge, a clear prompt for a duel, “-then stand and fight me”. He would await her response, but the brunette man eyed her sharply, readying his weapon for any eventuality to come. Drazos was by no means a weakling, and even though this demonic creature seemed to possess some kind of unholy strength, Drazos had a duty to uphold in confronting her, this being the distinct impression that Reina would get if she thought about the issue before her at all.

    Towards the original front, the Marshal of Pergrande watched the events of this battle unfold exactly as planned, Bellum via the use of their armored brigades receiving the initial “shock” portion of her shock and awe tactics. The mages she had hired, it seemed, were nothing to scoff at, either, both women that had remained with her immediately leaping into displays of gruesome action at her command. It was satisfying to see that her decision to employ mages had borne fruit, after all, even if she had been skeptical about it at times. These mages could hold their own in battle, and she expected great things from them, expected them to do even more damage to Bellum, to soundly defeat and crush them for the glory of Pergrande.

    A voice in her ear brought her back from her momentarily diverging line of thoughts, the communication undoubtedly stemming from the esper among the volunteer force. The Marshal, too, would respond by putting a finger on the ear piece, her voice not at all surprised or bothered, showing the same lack of emotion as ever. “It appears, then, that I was correct in my assumption. I doubt, however, that even you could transport an entire fleet of Pergranti warships, Michael. I don’t need some kind of psionic disaster, so do not get ahead of yourself, esper. Deal with the attackers however you see fit, but do not let them sink the ships”. This would be her final order in that regard. She knew, of course, of the properties of her warships, highly doubting that ordinary mages could even pose a slight threat to her naval force, not least due to the fact that competent Paladins had been stationed among the fleet. She would reassess the situation of the fleet should there be any updates, of course, she was not so arrogant to assume that she or the technology Pergrande utilized was invincible, but until she would be given explicit reason to worry, she would not.

    There was, however, a strange development. Three mages especially stood out to Aleksandra’s razor-sharp senses, one of them, she knew, being the Cardinal of Peace associated with Bellum, Vivian Salvina. The de facto leader of Bellum’s armed forces. She was probably among the higher echelons when it came to power among mages, a force never to be underestimated in their eyes, but to the Marshal, she was simply one among many. She rarely differentiated between opponents when they were magic users. After all, they were, in the end, powerless all the same before her.

    Two of them, though, were a different story. She did not know either of these two, a man with black hair and a woman with white hair, and both of them were evidently very powerful combatants. She pondered the implications that came with their presence, reaching the conclusion that, as they were not persons of interest from among the Bellian forces, they would have to originate from Bellum’s ally, the Rune Knights of Fiore. Their generals, if they possessed such a thing, perhaps? She gave the matter a quick thought. Their involvement could become problematic. It would be best to avoid risks. This would be the moment she would personally involve herself in the fighting. For the first time in a while, it appeared that Aleksandra would show a slither of emotion, the faintest smirk curling her lips upward. She was aching to test her abilities against these foes, hoping that they were indeed as strong as she hoped. Without a word, and indeed, without a sound, Aleksandra Polyakov would vanish, moving with a speed so immense that it bordered on instantaneous teleportation in a feat one would not have assumed the girl possible of.

    Mythal would be her first target, the Marshal bridging the distance between herself and the God of Ishgar in only the fraction of a second. Her hand drew back, balled into a deceptively weak-looking fist, though this fist alone, now swung at the director at an insane velocity, carried an unstoppable force that, should it hit, would, reinforced by a godlike control of psionic power, deal damage heavier than the firepower of the entire Pergranti fleet currently stationed off-shore combined.

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    Post by Mura Kensho 27th April 2022, 11:21 am

    Certainly, the Dragon Vortex that he had summoned was more rapid than ever before. It took another moment to register the surge of magic coming from Alyia’s position, which had aimed itself at him in order to amplify the velocity of his attack. It was good… but once the ripple in the imagery around him made itself present, the swordsman almost cursed under his breath. His spell, Shōmyō, was perhaps cast too early or too late, but with the absence of crew outside, it was likely wasted mana. On top of that, the ship itself didn’t slow down on its rocking, nor did the waves around him lower their rapid haste. Was this the works of Oblivium again?

    Still, his Dragon Vortex had cut open a huge chunk of the wooden deck as well as the railings, but he scoffed at the minor injuries apparent on the metallic parts. That damn metal… it must’ve been Oblivium, he was convinced of that by now. His previous spell was no longer present in the air, which was a similar effect from being shot back at the mountainous borders. Was Oblivium… always that durable, however? Coming to think about it, it also felt like he was off a few steps in his technique, but that shouldn’t have been the case after years of practice.

    A glance upwards toward the flying container-looking vehicle revealed a figure omitting a strange pressure in the air that, shockingly but expectedly, did not hold root in magic. Heavily annoyed by the lack of results against the metal, Mura considered aiming for that vehicle, but the sudden and deafening shriek glued his attention to the ship again. There was some sort of alarm, and a voice echoed out in a foreign language. Had the ship been notified of his presence now? Mura held up his katana and staff, expecting navies to storm him at any moment.

    He had to inform Alyia of the Oblivium, but the most he could do at this distance from her was to form an ‘X’ with his arms and shake his head violently. Magic was a no go.

    Without having anything else to do, Zirconis – the green dragon ghost who accompanied Mura as well – had made it back up to Alyia’s position. He would simply convey the news that Mura was trying to bring her; magic didn’t work right on the ship’s metallic plates, indicating them to be made of Oblivium. Physical attacks only did modest damage, too.

    Although, Mura's ‘signal’ was short-lived, for the arrival of silence forebode terrible news.

    “M-Mura… why do I feel so sick, w-what’s going on… urrghhh…”

    How the hell could ghosts get seasickness?

    Anyway, it was… surprisingly déjà vu to witness the arrival of a lady of strength, carrying a gigantic axe along with her. He did not like her condescending attitude towards him, rubbing fine grains of salt into the wounds of mediocrity that he felt from earlier. She was definitely a Pergrandean soldier of some sort, and if there was anything to go by from previous experience, then… there was a big chance that this woman was also a psychic. Mura had fought them before, back at the mountains along with Mythica, and he was aware of their potential lethality.

    “Oh, it’s her again! But she’s blonde, this time!” Kyuken roared into Mura’s ear, “Just another over-the-top slaughterer! Let’s show her, Mura, just like last time!” Obviously, it wasn’t the same person again… Kyuken was referring to the lavender-haired axewoman back in Shirotsume, the one who accompanied the witch who was directly responsible for him having this prosthetic arm to begin with. They might’ve equipped similar weaponry, but that meant that Mura felt a bit more confident now. Still, since this was a Pergrandean enemy, magic was as of yet out of the question – he’d have to get a little more traditional in terms of combat. Back to his roots, when the way of the sword was far cooler in his eyes than magic…

    “… We’re still on Bellum grounds? Who’s the real intruder, huh?” Kyuken remarked at the lady, unaware that his voice might’ve not been able to reach her at all, and neither might his very ghostly presence. The flashes in the skies above warned the shaman that Alyia looked busy trying to avoid those, which left him with dealing with this axewoman on his own. Still, he couldn’t waste much more time… but the hatch from earlier, it meant that there was a way to enter the ships. Maybe he could get away with minimal damage to the ship if he was able to find a weak spot and create a hole.

    But for now, he took a step forward and discarded his staff. Both hands were latched onto the handle of Harukami, and then he began his charge towards her. His form flickered in the wind, and his speed rose abruptly. With this amplified rush caused by Kyuken’s old technique, Mura jabbed his katana forward to impale her right side. It was followed by an arcing slash to the right, attempting to slash through her from where he’d ended his jab. A vertical slash up and down was unleashed like second nature to him, with little to no room for breathing in between. More and more of Kyuken’s old days harvesting blood from the battlefields began to re-emerge.

    Then, with a flash-like spin, he unleashed a crescent-like beam of shattered winds straight forward. That axe was terrifying up close, but if he managed to pressure her, then…

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    Post by Dela 29th April 2022, 2:53 am

    Scowling at her luck, Dela tried really hard not to listen to this soldier's leg being actively cut off as she clung on, but it was a bit too hard to ignore. Her face paled a little despite how many gruesome deaths she'd experienced personally. It was hard when it was someone else, a mortal, and equally difficult to decide if pity was warranted here. It was her side that had caused this grievous wound and subsequent permanent crippling, but... in a war, one had to choose a side, right? However, in this case, the lines were blurred and she was still searching for answers for herself on who was responsible.

    Deep thoughts with Dela:

    Hopefully her quest to breech the inner sanctum of the base would answer at least some of these questions. Or reveal something crucial. Or both.

    Her ponderings and theories as she observed the amenities of the outer wall came to a screeching, panicked halt. Her eyes widened.

    Oh, this felt like a problem.

    The closer the truck got to the base proper, she could feel a tingling on her skin. The power she drew from the crystal... well, if she likened it to a candle's flame, then it had grown dimmer as if the wick had shortened. Her magic was fading. As if felt right now, it would have been more of a problem if she was in active combat and drawing on it in large quantities, but she was only using the smallest amount passively. For now her transformation remained unchanged and she didn't need to concentrate on it much, but it was now in the back of her head to monitor it very closely. Should it start to flicker, she'd need to enact her backup plan.

    But first she actually needed a backup plan. As they slowed at the checkpoint, she sighed in relief as the truck entered the base unhindered and the truck stopped at the infirmary tents. She'd have to find a real uniform. One that fit her actual body, just in case they had some sort of magic cancelling AOE thing going on. Stupid Pergrandeans and their hate boners for magic! Given how she could already feel the tingle now and it was stronger than when she first noticed it, she assumed whatever piece of Pergrandean tech was causing it was probably right up against their own war room to protect the most critical spot from people just like her trying to sneak in and/or attack. Made sense, but it sucked for her. Impersonating certain faces to get into the war room would likely be off the table now and she'd have to be more crafty, likely with her actual face and with no magic to back her up.

    As the people in the truck rustled and prepared to haul their poor, legless soul into the tent for proper life-saving medical attention, Dela hopped down and helped open the back door. Gotta make herself look useful, like she belonged here until she could move on. So much blood, though! Dela suppressed her cringe and gag reflex to use the shroud of frenzied action to get inside. Even though the infirmary was the last place she wanted to be, she couldn't deny it was probably the best place to look for a uniform without drawing attention picking around supply containers on the off chance they had fresh extras. Peering around for two small soldiers, she needed one with a wound that only affected the torso or head and one who took damage only to the lower half. This way it was more likely the garment on the unwounded part would have little to no damage and blood. If she happened upon a full, pristine set, she wouldn't complain.

    So while the Pergranti doctors and nurses focused on saving lives and she'd take up the background role of passing towels to those who needed them so she could get in close to snag a uniform. If she could accomplish this, she'd stow it away in her supply bad and use the chaos to leave and see what she needed to do to get closer to her true destination.


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    Post by Guest 29th April 2022, 7:29 am

    It was all so easy at first, the Warlady’s blade cutting through the bodies of the Bellum scum like a hot knife through butter. She lost count of how many she slaughtered, her mind and soul fully invested in the thrills that combat brought, the crimson blade in her hand soon caked in blood with the blood of her enemies. Oh, how it made her feel, the elation, the bloodlust, the passion. It felt like every nerve inside her was on fire and she loved every moment of it. Medeia might not have cared about war or how it would change the world but she certainly cared about the carnage around her and how it made her heart race. The screams of the soldiers around her was music to her ears and with each breath she took, she became increasingly excited. What a rush.

    She had not even used another spell besides that which came from her weapon up until that point but that would change. For the atmosphere would suddenly change and a voice penetrated the raven haired woman’s mind that somewhat brought her out of her lust filled slaughter, a voice dripping with anger and wrath. The eyes of the witch were instantly drawn to the figure before her. A beautiful woman, wearing a red dress and wielding a blade of her own. Medeia’s attention became fixed upon her and her alone, the lowly fools that surrounded them fading into insignificance. The warrior before her now was bathed in magical power, a level of strength that even the angel had to admit was rather potent.

    Medeia did not even have the time to respond with a retort to the woman’s threat, as the woman appeared before her suddenly, her blade wrapped in bright white flame, careering down to kill her then and there. The speed was staggering and it was only the incredible instinct of the angel that saved her. Her entire body would turn to sand in that moment, saving her from the no doubt fatal blow and allowing her to reappear a short distance away. That had been absurdly close and any thought of toying around with the woman before her had been well and truly wiped from her mind. To fight this woman, she would need more strength.

    “Priya, The Goddess Of Angels.”
    Medeia uttered, her voice thrumming with power as she released her most powerful takeover spell.

    The moment she spoke those words, her form would become bathed in bright light, bright enough to force all those without special sight to stare at directly. Magical power burst from her that could overwhelm the standard mage due to the sheer magnitude of it. A spell that she had not even used in battle before, due to the simple lack of an opponent that she felt was worth using it against. So often were her fights just one sided beatdowns these days but now? Perhaps she had finally found that foe.

    When the light faded and the dark mage reappeared, her form was rather different to say the least. Her dark hair now completely white, her form hugged by a blue and gold dress, with a pair of multicoloured wings spawned from her back and a power of claws of the same colour. A crown completed her look, magically fixed to her head. It was a level of spell that she had never thought possible of achieving and as she rotated her shoulders, her gaze focusing onto her opponent, she could feel the atmosphere crackle even more deeply, her magical aura clashing against that of her foe.

    An aura of radiant energy would surround her form then, granting the witch a potent and sturdy defence that Medeia believed could protect her against her powerful foe. She was going to use every drop of magical power that she possessed to leave this woman as little more than a drooling and whimpering mess on the floor. She did not even ask her for her name, considering them past that point and simply raised her hands to the sky, tapping into the offensive capabilities of her form, now that she had already used its defensive. A powerful light would start to shine on the area from above, growing in size at a rather rapid speed. The spell was referred to as ‘Divine Judgement’ for a reason and for those unable to get away and who were caught in its light, that was what they would receive.

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    Post by Thatcywalker 30th April 2022, 11:03 am

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    The first moments after landing for Drekka was incredibly loud. Not the shelling of the area she was now apart of, nor the shouts and cries of the bellum soldiers around her, but her own heartbeat. It filled her ears and muted all other sounds as everything slowly happened around her. Figures emerged from the dust cloud and she launched herself forward to them. The first few quickly disappeared from the blows, adrenaline coursing through her as she made her way out of the dust cloud. Before her lay bellum soldiers in a state of confusion, those nearest to her had watched her emerge from the dust cloud with wide eyes, while further away soldiers were occupied with what had to have been Pegrande troops approaching the trenches.

    Then she stepped forward.

    The first soldier had her staff up to defend before Drekka's axe cut through it and landed a heavy slam on the soldier's chest. Sufficiently knocked out, she quickly made her way to the next. The man threw a small ball of fire at drekka, shrieking through the air as she felt the impact on her shoulder. Though she did not slow down, and did not give him time to ready another as she landed a blow square on his face, spraying blood on hers from the surely busted nose as he collapsed. By this point the other troops had learned of the new intruder and began to retreat further from her advance. And Drekka let them.

    She didn't know why, she had more then enough speed to catch up to them. But their was something to it all that she relished. Maybe it was the first time in a while that she was not struggling in a fight, her opponents before her being fell with single blows. Maybe it was a respect she was finally being shown, them retreating firing bolts of magic while ducking their heads from Pegrande fire as she simply strode towards them. No, it was their eyes. Their wide shocked eyes as they watched her approach, shrugging through their spells like nothing. Their expression when she did catch up to one of the troops and quickly dispatched them. The fear in them at the realization that their enemy was no normal mage, but a dragon. She wanted more.

    She needed more

    Drekka would had continued down the line following the retreating soldiers, leaving the unconscious and broken in her wake. Her axe was not hindered from the narrowed space as she adjusted it's size to however much she needed. Though a few soldiers did not feel it's blows, instead being punched as her gauntlets strike their face. She walked when she was a meter away from her nearest foe, only showing her true speed to catch up to another group. After grabbing a soldier's face and thrusting it into the side of the trench wall she would had stopped her offense. A few meters away stood a group of soldiers, no doubt gathered from her advance, however a man stepped out of the crowd. She noted his height and outfit, clearly different from the troops she had struck down prior. He announced himself as a commander of the crusader order, and demanded a fight, withher. The notion brought her out of the bloodlust that had controlled her and she smiled in response.

    "Tell me! Could a fiend's destruction be this absolute?!" She rose her voice in response to his, keeping it loud over the sound of the battlefield. She would had made a single step forward to posture herself, her arrogance on full display. "Yes I accept your fight, if only to teach you and the rest of bellum that when a dragon flies over your land-" a sudden pulse(1) of magic would had shot out from her position, those able to detect magical signatures would had caught the outline of a dragons head from behind Drekka, it's hungry eyes boring into those she was looking at. "-You stay in your holes until she's gone."

    She would had then with launched herself forward at the man, axe in a down ward swing at her foe. Just in time for the sky to suddenly be illuminated in a blinding white.

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 30th April 2022, 5:02 pm

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    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    The barrage of bullets that whizzed through her harmlessly, more annoying than anything else. Serilda had expected that flying up into the air would make her a target, of course, but if it eased a bit of the pressure on the Bellum and Rune Knight troops below it was worth it. For now, at least, the fire power being aimed her way was like being swarmed by gnats. Surely they would pull out something heavier once they realized that their basic firearms weren’t going to be effective toward bringing her down, but for now at least it gave her time to come up with a strategy.

    Her spell unleashed itself with the promise of devastation, but instead of annihilating the tanks her hail was dissolved by some kind of energy around the vehicles before it could get a chance to do any kind of damage. Serilda frowned lightly in thought. She knew that Pergrande had resources that helped minimize magic by a frightening degree, but in her experience it wasn’t enough to diminish it entirely. Granted, her experience was admittedly minimal. No matter what, it seemed that these tanks were nearly as well fortified as she was, and even as her hail storm continued to rage on, the noblewoman was already calculating her next move. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mythal engagee the vehicles at the ground level as well, utilizing his scythe and penetrating the unseen barriers to slice off the barrel of one tank’s cannon, followed swiftly by its turret.

    Serilda was on the verge of making her next move when she sensed the fluctuation of magic that did not belong to herself or Mythal, nor any of those below. She cast her cool blue gaze in the direction of the attack that sent a number of their troops flying. Was there a mage striking against Bellum? Had Pergrande hired mages to help fight this war? How hypocritical. But before she could think too much into it, she heard Vivian’s voice call to her from down below, drawing Serilda’s attention. The cardinal made her intentions known that she would go deal with that portion of the front lines, asking Serilda to continue to focus on the tanks. The goddess nodded. “As you wish, Cardinal Salvina. Please be careful; I refuse to have another Bellum dignitary die on our watch.” Certainly not while Serilda and Mythal were actually there this time to be directly involved.

    Off Vivian went, leaving Serilda to her own devices once more and forcing herself to trust in the strength and abilities of her allies. She could not control an entire battlefield, and if she allowed her attention to be split it would only take away from her ability to complete her own task. Her eyes did glance briefly toward Mythal as a member of the Pergranti force engaged him at a frightening speed, and Serilda had to resist the inclination to assist him as well. Mythal could handle himself, and he would not need her as much as the ground forces for Bellum and Fiore would. She had to stay focused. It was time to change tactics.

    “Bloodletters!” she roared, drawing deeping upon her diaphragm to raise her voice above the cacophony of the battle below her. All at once, hundreds if not thousands of forces clad in ostentatious black and white armor, trimmed with gold and fur, materialized on the battlefield carrying ornate golden spears. The nephilim army cried out as one, their feet stomping onto the ground as they took a readied stance in unison and awaited the order, a bloody miasma shimmering to life around them. “Attack!” Without hesitation, the group fanned out and dispersed themselves amongst the front lines to back up the Bellum and Fiore soldiers, and Serilda could only hope that at the very least they could provide ample chaos and distraction, drawing attention away from their allies to give them better opportunities to defend themselves and attack.

    It was time for Serilda to get more directly involved in the attack as well. Swooping down from the sky with her swords in hand, she made a beeline straight for the next vehicle in the line. “Squad Alpha: with me!” the marshal commanded as she passed overhead. At her behest, a small group of nephilim broke off from the rest to follow her. Together, they swarmed the next tank with a coordinated melee attack, Serilda with her swords and the Bloodletters with their spears. Together, they sought to destroy the tank by attacking it at critical points, not just the barrel of the cannon and turrets, but also by attempting to cut through the chassis to whatever served as an engine within, aiming to dismantle the machine and render it utterly inoperable.

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 1st May 2022, 7:07 pm

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    The sound of the scythe ripping into metal was an ear-ripping sound; even with the molten magic permeating on the blade, it still screeched something violent. But it seemed his physical strength and force was enough to break through the protective layering that seemed to create a film over the tank’s cannon and then tear the tube in twine. But he couldn’t simply dismantle the cannon, as much as he would have preferred that option. No, the soldiers inside were still an issue and he next focused his scythe on the turret, swinging his entire body like a whirling wind as he ripped through the turning platform. With the magma pouring out from the scythe as it passed through, it seemed the heated metal was too much for the ammunition cases inside and as Mythal dashed away, the entire vehicle went up in a ball of fire.

    He scowled slightly as he wove in front of the tank’s treads. Being in close proximity to the vehicles kept him out of the firing line, a factor that he hadn’t expected to do as much damage to his shield as it had. The bullets were clearly manufactured out of oblivium as well and while the shielding held up, he could feel the tiny cracks in the protective layering. Out of instinct, he activated yet another spell, further increasing the durability of the chassis for the fight ahead. No doubt a soldier or two would get some shots in so he had to make sure his defenses were higher than the baseline or else he would experience issues that he really shouldn’t behind enemy lines.

    He was just about to dash towards yet another tank and treat it to the same punishment as its former relation when someone appeared before him. She moved with such speed, he damn near thought she had simply teleported from one place to the other. He could just barely feel the shockwaves left in the wake of her hastened movement before he experienced yet another sensation; her fist slamming into his chassis. The force of it was outrageous and instantly his chassis exploded into fractals of light and darkness and Mythal himself was sent soaring away. Acting as quickly as he possibly could, given that he’d just taken a cheapshot out of nowhere, he summoned Hopebringer, the blade of light manifesting into existence off the floating handle behind him. He ordered it to fly backwards, the glowing weapon spinning wildly in reverse before embedding into the ground several yards behind him. With its positioning, Mythal was able to turn his body around and land on the handle, somehow coming across as graceful as both feet daintily rested on the metal handle. But the force of his movement was enough to send the sword back several more yards, the embedded blade tearing a gouge in the earth.

    Lux appeared next to him. “What in the hell is that?” he asked, gesturing towards the woman that had hit his host hard.

    “Dunno. One of the commanders, pro’lly. They know that losing those tanks ain’t an option so they’ll send whoever they have to to stop that.”

    “That’s stupid!” The Lightbringer exclaimed, pointing a finger at Aleksandra. “You’re stupid! Stop being stupid!”

    “Calm down. You shoulda known this was gonna happen,” Mythal remarked as he cast the spell once more to summon the chassis. It clearly wasn’t overwhelmingly useful against her but any defense was better than no defense. The Darkness Slayer then pointed his hand behind him, reaching out to the darkness across the land in his rear. At once it compiled and began to grow, rising up several meters. As it reached its peak, tubes of darkness began to extend, darklight glowing within the depths of the cannons. As soon as the first cannons erupted, blasting out beams of focused darklight at the cannons and the soldiers near it, Mythal rushed forwards at Aleksandra, his scythe at the ready. Hopebringer was ripped from the ground by his telekinetic connection, swirling in the air around behind him. As he came upon her, he swung the scythe at her, aiming to test just how strong she really was.



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    HP: 7600
    MP: 11561/11561
    Movement Speed: 2530 m/s
    Melee Damage: 820 per hit
    Scythe Damage (Melee+Multi Target): 3,080 per hit
    Defensive Spell Durability: 4,602
    Weapons Equipped: Lacrima Scythe, Congregation of Souls
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    HP Passive:  585%
    MP Passive: 1045%
    Movement Speed Passive: 1105%
    Melee Damage Passive: 780%
    Spell Damage Passive: 1080%
    Spell Range Passive: 915%
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    Spell Healing Passive: 165%
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    MP Regen: 5% additional
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    Post by Aliannah 2nd May 2022, 4:29 pm





    Through The Soul
    Does the Power of Rebirth Lay



    The blonde was doing her best to look down to where Mura had flown, she was quite far away from the ships, likely a little less than a kilometer, but close enough where she would be able to reach him and the ships with her spells. Her eyes were narrowed and her upon reaching into the right pocket with the right item inside she pulled out her glasses, placing them so that they sat gently on her nose. This would help her to recognize a signal from Mura if he ever managed to get one to her considering that she had just seen a boat rock and that would likely signal those within the boat that there was danger. Aliannah squinted through her glasses, even then it was a bit hard to see where the other mage was only to be met with what seemed to be a dragon coming at her. Welp if she couldn't see the speck of the mage that was below her, this would work too. The fact that Mura had sent the dragon to her was a sign that the ships were indeed covered in oblivium.

    Magic was practically useless against them.

    Aliannah sighed and rubbed her temple. Her head was already hurting from the conniption fit that Alyia was throwing inside of her and this wasn't going to be a good addition to this mix. But Aliannah didn't really get much of a break as suddenly the sound of electricity and motor movements filtered through the air. The girl only had milliseconds of reaction time before projectiles seemed to be fired at her. She had seen guns before from mages she had interreacted with before, but nothing the size of this caliber. These were massive. Muttering a slew of words she would never say in front of the children at the orphanage the girl managed to grab onto the dragon that Mura had sent to her and disappeared from sight, reappearing in one of the shadows cast by the mist of the morning. She had appeared closer to the Earth and to the ships as well(1). Yet, this didn't seem to deter the cannon fire that was aimed at her as she zipped down towards ships that had been firing at her. Her teeth grit together as several bullets stung her skin, leaving behind several streaks of blood. That would soon heal due to her bodies passive ability to mend itself. Many of the bullets had managed to be deterred by the shields that coveted around her, absorbing their damage. Yet with the abundance of projectiles that had flooded her way there was no way all of her shields would have managed to remain(3).

    However, as the blonde began to near the ships she could feel her body beginning to tingle. Though this was not her main focus as she blonde managed to zip between the ships, hoping that the ships would cease fire in order to not damage each other. Blood seemed out of the scratches that the bullets had caused to her body, several of them actually managing to pierce through her skin. Magic was fast, but whatever that was was faster. She might have been able to get through unscathed if there were only a couple, but to see the mass of metal that was aimed at her and directed towards her, only the strongest and most durable would have been able to survive a full blow. Yet her magic had been enough for her to get close.

    As the blonde managed to fly between the ships she could feel Alyia within her stirring, beginning to change parts about her. Her spiritual signature shifted, slightly altering her magical signature, how it would affect what was around her she didn't know, but whatever those guns were using to target her there was only one thing that set her apart from other mages and that was her magical signature. It might not throw off the targeting as it would trace magic, but it was certainly something she would try.

    Flying close to the waters edge, the boost from her magic still intact(2) the girl zipped between ships. She had to find Mura, it was better to stick together than to fight separate, power in numbers. This was clear when she was over loaded with the mass amount of ammunition being shot at the girl earlier. Aliannah targeted in on the magical signature of her companion and zipped along the water line, heading in the direction that she had last sensed it. If shots were still taken at her at the cost of damaging their own ship Aliannah did her best to avoid them. Some of them likely clipped her, but this was nothing in the face of what was ahead. Aliannah flew up the side of the ship where she had sensed Mura, appearing over the edge. She found herself staring at two people in front of her. The mage that she knew and another woman that held an axe that was nearly half her size. Aliannah hadn't been able to sense her, but she really should have known better than to think that no one would come out to meet the other mage.

    Aliannah's eyes narrowed and one of her eyes flickered a greyish red colour before her body was encased in black, her skin and body changing to match one of her takeovers. The blonde's mind was a jumble and yet it was clear as day. She could feel the power of her takeover seep through her veins, she hadn't really trained with Alyia's takeovers before, maybe practicing with the partials, getting used to the dark magic that would take over her mind and body, learning to fend it off, she had managed against Hell's Angel. But nothing prepared her for the full force of the dark magic and the whispers in her head from Hell's Warrior(4) and she could only imagine what it would be like for Hell's Demon. How did Alyia do this day in and day out? Biting on her own tongue the girl focused her mind. Reaching up the girl called upon her magic, she wasn't necessarily aiming for the ship any longer but for the woman in front of her, in her hands grew a ball of black magic, which grew in size before the girl crushed it in her hands and shards of dark magic flew from the ball, directed to the area in front of her(5). She wasn't sure how many of the shards would hit, however she was hoping for the best and with their piercing effect maybe they might do a bit more.

    As Aliannah had been preoccupied with many other - more important - things she hadn't kept watch of the flying vehicle or its riders. Not knowing what else lay store for them.


    HP: ~500/1296(525*147%)[??? idk fam that was a lot of damage]  || MP: ~1316/1356

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    Post by Knight Owl 3rd May 2022, 3:24 pm



    Michael Brooklyn Morgan "Red Alert"
    The Embers of Conflict

    He expected his enemy’s attack to be resistant against his bullet, no doubt due to a difference in power and size. Though even without his help, the attack doesn’t seem to affect the ship as much as he thought. It was an unsurprising fact that he realized, given the nature of the ship’s construction involving oblivium, but still, he was surprised because after all, oblivium isn’t just some common metal. For them to use the metal on such a massive vehicle must have exhausted a little of their oblivium supply, but what does he know? He isn’t privy to their logistics so he can’t be sure if it did cost them a lot of resources to build such a massive fleet.

    The hatch opened as he’d seen a figure dragging with her what looks to be a large axe. Despite the difference in stature, the woman was able to carry it as if it was weightless. He is unfamiliar with this woman, but judging from her reaction, she’s part of the fleet. He didn’t sense some anger from her tone and, betraying her appearances, she’d speak in fluent Fiorian. Now he’s curious, whether this woman was truly Pergrandian or not, or if she’s trained to have a very natural Fiorian accent. By the looks of it though, she looks like she got one of them locked in a duel.

    Meanwhile, his attention turned towards his companion.

    He recalled his pistol and bands as they disintegrated into code and sent them back to his cyberspace. They’re not the ideal weapons for the situation, and given that he’s on the offensive, he’s going to need some heavy firepower. Once more, a pair of red hexagon shaped sigils would appear beside him as a pair of rifle parts protruded, connecting to form a single sniper rifle like last time. As a sniper, the soldier kept his distance as he flew out of range from the others, even as far as teleporting a few meters above to give him some sort of vantage point. He could clearly see everything happening below, his focus turned to the woman trying hard to dodge the flurry of bullets coming her way. She’d manage to evade several projectiles, and despite getting hit, it wouldn’t take long for her to recover. Healing magic, no doubt, and with her attention away from him, he took this opportunity to aim the barrel of his rifle towards her.

    “One shot is all it takes.” Hauntings voice would echo in his mind, “Hurt them.”

    He doesn’t realize that he was under the voice’s thrall as Michael aimed for the woman’s head, intent on killing her. This wasn’t his first time killing someone from long range, and while it has been awhile since he last held and fired his sniper rifle, his body would remember quite clearly the mannerisms of a sniper. His ruthless pursuit of justice has led him with a trail of bold bodies, what difference would it make to snuff out this girl’s light? His aim was steady in between bated breaths, waiting for the chance for him to guarantee a hit. A little pause from the girl’s movements and she would have been hit in the head, yet she doesn’t seem to have a moment to pause and collect herself given that she’s under heavy fire. Whatever. Carefully, he aimed, his fingers eager to pull the trigger. He slowly pulled the trigger just as he’d got a clear shot of her, but once he did, the voices echoed out to him again in unison. Kill them. Almost immediately, he broke out of his trance, aiming for the girl’s shoulders instead just as he pulled the trigger.

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    Post by Holy Crusaders 6th May 2022, 12:57 pm



    The day had slowly begun, the darkness of night almost entirely giving way to the light of dawn.

    The man did not appear to respond to her taunt, a fact that made Yelena, the woman who stood in opposition to the God of Ishgar on the deck of one of the Pergranti warships, a little uneasy. As Mura had surmised correctly, she was indeed a Soldier of the Empire, a Paladin through and through, but the mage wouldn’t know that, of course. Still, it implied a few things. Based on the fact that she had been stationed on this ship, one could naturally conclude that she was part of the guard assigned to this floating bastion of pure firepower, but also that she was, in fact, an Esper. She was trained in anti-mage tactics, and provocation was a strategy none too seldomly employed when fighting a mage, especially one who was confident in their magical abilities especially. There was no such reaction, however. The other remained eerily calm, Yelena’s stance shifting immediately as she recognized the threat.

    What followed was not magical, that much was certain.

    Her learned reflexes were what narrowly saved her as she twisted the ax when the man suddenly and without delay appeared before her, attempting to skewer her only the blink of an eye later. Metal scratched metal as her weapon spun through the air, sparks flying once, twice, three times, the broad head of the ax used to block the sword’s attacks every time. Despite this, it took Yelena every bit of concentration she could muster to move her weapon in time and follow the man’s attacks. He was faster and stronger up close than she had anticipated, a frustrated thought rushing through her mind. “Aren’t mages supposed to be ranged fighters, dammit?!”.

    The Pergrandean Esper was not without means of either attack or defense, though. Close-range was, after all, her territory, too, and her oracle reflected this specialization. With a twist of her body, she swung the ax in her hand upward, one hand firmly grasping the hilt of the massive weapon while the other now clasped it just below the blade, allowing her to guard with the impromptu shield. Her eyes flickered, veins on her forehead strained as she willed psionic power into existence, a surge of flickering force disturbing the air around her just as Mura’s rapid slash was severing the air between the two combatants, man’s blade producing the distinct hiss of rushing wind as it travelled. It was a forceful and straightforward attack, undoubtedly, but the force of the swing alone did not seem to have the desired effect.

    The Pergranti woman was pushed back a few paces, her feet sliding slightly on the deck moist with ocean brine, but she otherwise appeared unharmed. When Mura’s blade connected with the psionic aura she had built around herself, he would feel a sensation as though he had struck a solid block of steel.

    For Aliannah, the swift change of position that her magic granted her would only be a temporary relief that bridged a few seconds at most. The targeting systems utilized by the Pergranti ships were far too accurate to lose track of her, even if she was moving quickly as she was. Her teleport would cover only a relatively short distance, not enough to make it even close to the ocean’s surface, and before she had reached the gentle mass of waves below, the anti-air guns had already reacquired her and resumed their relentless onslaught of projectiles. Friendly fire, in this case, was of little concern. There was enough space between the Pergranti ships to all but eliminate the chance of such an event occurring, and in those instances where the possibility came up, guns stopped for short periods of time while others from different angles would cover their firing arcs. The projectiles that hit initially were intercepted, but the magical protection that covered the woman would soon be worn away, and thereafter, things would not be pretty.

    Based on Aliannah’s complete lack of defense against the bursts of armor-piercing 20-millimeter rounds, the projectiles that connected would do far more than simply scratch her skin. Mages were more durable people than the average person, that much was entirely true, but even considering this fact, the vast majority of them would not be able to withstand a barrage of force like this one. Aliannah’s form was pierced multiple times, gashing wounds ripped open where the projectiles sundered apart flesh and smashed bone like naught more than twigs, and while her body’s natural regenerative abilities mitigated the absolute worst of the damage, she would soon find herself in a condition that was immediately life-threatening, heavily wounded and continuously bleeding from several severe wounds across her body.

    The guns, however, did cease firing once she had come sufficiently close to her target as she swung up beside the Pergranti ship, transforming her body. The transformation, however, gave Yelena enough time. The woman was initially surprised at the appearance of another mage, splitting her attention between the newly appeared soldier and the man who had engaged her in close-quarters combat, but she adjusted her stance quickly. The shards of darkness fired at her came at a rapid pace, but most flew past the Pergranti Esper and impacted the ship’s superstructure behind her, dispersing into a mist of ethernano upon hitting the Oblivium-coated surface of the vessel. A number of projectiles did connect, but were similarly intercepted by the psionic barrier projected around Yelena.

    A smirk crossed the woman’s face. “Nice try, suka”. The Esper thrust out her arm, a broad wave of psionic force following her movement, rushing towards Aliannah at hypersonic speeds. The amount of stopping power bundled in this attack would likely be enough to crush the Rune Knight’s bones and restrict her in place via psychokinetic grip, meaning that, based on her already present injuries, the danger to her life would be grave. Then, there was also the attack of the other Esper present in this portion of the conflict zone to consider, Michael’s carefully targeted shot already fired at Aliannah.

    Without losing a second, Yelena shifted her attention to the other adversary, twisting her ax once more, the blade drawn back as her eyes met those of the God of Ishgar. “My turn, durak”.

    There were no fancy techniques or tricks to her attack. Her body bent as she lowered to the deck of the ship, kicking off the planks akin to a predator pouncing on its prey as she burst forward, bridging the distance between herself and Mura in the fraction of a second. Her ax was swung in a wide arch, a strike empowered with raw, irresistibly brute strength born from overwhelming psionic might, and while not extraordinarily fast, it packed a massive punch.

    As the attack was performed, a bright light flared up in the direction of the battlefield, persisting for only a few brief moments before vanishing. Both Mura and Aliannah would be able to perceive this flash of light.

    Meanwhile, Dela had found her way into the Pergranti main base without much resistance or difficulty based on her disguise. Where she was now, she would blend in seamlessly with all the other faces present here, and much as before, the general hectic state of a warzone prevented anyone from questioning things as they were too closely. She was hardly a sight out of the ordinary, especially based on the size of this field hospital, which, even for Pergrande’s standards, was rather sizable, and, based on the way the battle was going, not exactly near full capacity. Still, treating the wounded in an emergency was a rather demanding affair, and so Dela, with her disguise, would have no trouble fulfilling her temporary objective of making herself look useful, more than a few grateful nurses and unfortunate souls accepting her kind gift of, well, towels.

    These things were seemingly needed everywhere and all the time, keeping her busy.

    And indeed, Dela was not the only soldier acting in this way, several others rushing through the ranks to perform whatever task it was that medics or nurses currently needed them to do. Within the general state of orderly chaos, it would not be hard for the disguised Rune Knight to get a general overview of the Field Hospital and its adjacent functions. Uniforms, of course, weren’t exactly in huge supply, considering that most she came across in the open were bloodied, shredded, or both. Uniform pieces were simply discarded where necessary by the medical personnel. Fabric could easily be replaced. Soldiers who were loyal to the motherland, however, could not.

    Yet, there were several different opportunities for Dela to indirectly obtain a uniform that she could immediately spot. There was a separate changing area at one end of this large field hospital for doctors and nurses, which, while rather busy, in all likelihood would at least hold some uniforms. If Dela wasn’t against such a thing, well, she had also seen the medical personnel transport one or two of those who hadn’t made it and succumbed to their injuries to a separate tent. She could likely assemble a sufficient full uniform from pieces she could pick off the bodies in there, and while not the most moral option, it would likely be the easiest one. The course of action she would take would, of course, be hers to decide.

    Back on the battlefield, the situation that had begun to escalate seemed to get more and more chaotic by the second. While Mythal was sent flying by an overwhelming force, Serilda continued to be assaulted by varying degrees of fire before the group of three that had formed from the Rune Knight Gods of Ishgar and Bellum’s Cardinal of Peace was split.

    Serilda was first to act, and in an impressive manner, at that: Magic, in one moment that followed an almost eery second where time appeared to stand still, vibrated through the air, ethernano rippling across the battlefield as hundreds, no, thousands of soldiers appeared from thin air, their warcries briefly drowning out even the most deafening sounds of the battlefield.

    Then came the Field Marshal’s command, the order to charge, and at once, things were set in motion. It was an incredibly inspiring act that gave the Crusaders and the Rune Knights a boost in morale which, after the onset of the battle and the terrible chaos that had befallen the lines of the Luminous Covenant. A not insignificant number of troops had been wounded and were in need of urgent medical attention. Some had already succumbed to their wounds, fallen to gunfire or shrapnel from an explosive shell. The pressure the Pergranti war machines put on the Bellian lines had been extreme, and morale had begun to fade away. Spells and attacks had been flung back at the attackers, of course, but little could even so much as scratch the tanks that covered the forces of Pergrande, hope dwindling by the second. The arrival of much-needed reinforcements, however, seemed to begin to turn the tide at this section of the front as the nephilim charged.

    Serilda would not fall into inaction, of course, descending onto the battlefield with her own squad of soldiers to attack one of the Pergranti war vehicles that continued to fire. The attack was swift and overwhelming. Metal was bent, crushed, and snapped by sheer force of strength. The armor of the tank was pushed into the vehicle in several places as Serilda’s summoned soldiers attacked the vehicle with their weapons, turning the insides of the tank into a spray of deadly metal fragments, much to the detriment of the crew. Serilda herself as well would have no trouble slicing through the metal of the vehicle with her raw power alone, sparks drawing wide arcs through the air as her swords slashed once, then a second time. Soon, the engine at the back of the vehicle was torn apart, swiftly catching fire and beginning to burn, the combined force of the soldiers and the God of Ishgar rendering the vehicle completely destroyed, not much more than a small heap of scrap metal after they were done.

    Mythal, on the other hand, was, of course, launched back by the sheer force of an attack that possessed a nigh unparalleled force, the vestment that protected him being the only reason why he wasn’t immediately torn limb from limb. Still, the attack would leave its mark that consisted of more than just a bruise. Still, the God of Ishgar masterfully dispersed the force that had been directed at him via the use of his blade, prompting a discussion with his very own Nephilim before he would take the offense. The spell he cast would form initially, though the battle between himself and the Marshal of the Imperial Army of Pergrande had only just begun, Aleksandra’s true power yet to be revealed.

    Vivian’s blade, alight with bright alabaster fire, aimed to cut through her opponent, driven by emotion and rage at a speed that would have overwhelmed even the most powerful of mages. Not this foe, however. Her blade met only the remnants of sands permeating through the atmosphere where Medeia had just been, incredible heat scorching the packed dirt and gravel of the broad trench around her. The Cardinal’s visage twisted into a grimace of agitation as she clicked her tongue, shifting her stance as her Mystic Eyes followed the magical signature of her opponent to her new position where she had reappeared. Indeed, it was as Vivian Salvina had deduced: This was by no means an ordinary adversary. She had to be on her guard, more and more magic power surging through her eyes, and from those specialized organs, through the rest of her body like a burst of adrenaline.

    Her assumption would definitively prove correct when the foe transformed before her eyes in a fountain of light, assuming a new, and, if her eyes and mana-sight could be believed, even more powerful form, one that surged with a might of holy nature not entirely dissimilar to her own kind of power. The intense pressure of arcane might this person gave off was incredible, the soldiers around the two fleeing away from the two fighters in pure terror. This was entirely unexpected. Why would Pergrande employ a mage, one of such a caliber, no less, and where had they employed such a person? The question would remain unanswered.

    What followed, however, shocked Cardinal Salvina into a state of paralysis.

    With first awe, then terror she watched as the other raised her hands to the sky, and light formed in the heavens above. This light, a concentration of magical power unlike anything that Vivian Salvina had ever seen before, would not only persist, but expand rapidly. Vivian’s mind was racing, trying to comprehend the fact that this incarnation of raw power, this ill omen of destruction had been summoned forth from one moment to the next. If this power descended, then the consequences for her forces would be devastating. Was there something she could do? The realization struck her down, devastated her.

    There was something she could try. This spell was simply too powerful not to. Her instincts, driven by primal fear, kicked in, and Vivian felt it with every fiber of her being. She had to act now if she wanted to have a chance at surviving this. Every muscle in her body contracted with tension, arcane power swirling up from deep within her. A demanding spell, certainly, but her, and by extension, Bellum’s only hope, the woman raising an arm towards the light.

    “Campana Dei Arcanum”

    It was all she could do to save them, calling out before the pillar of devastation descended onto the battlefield. While a psionic boundary of a make that would appear entirely otherworldly and unnatural to any mage present protected the soldiers of Pergrande from the effects of this spell, well, Bellum and the Rune Knights did not receive the same kind of mercy, of course.

    A glistening glow briefly filled the air underneath the stream of power, shimmering with an almost ethereal elegance before finally, in a display of immediate and uncompromising mercilessness and slaughter, a ray of divinity threatened to shatter the world in its area of influence. The spell that was cast by Medeia would prove that it carried its name for good reason, though it would not remain unopposed.

    Light clashed against light as a golden circle spread in the air above the battlefield, the sound of a bell echoing across the wartorn expanse. A three-layered dome of glistening, sparkling ethereal gold emerged from nothingness and wrapped around the forces of the Covenant in a protective embrace, emboldened by the wish of its caster. This dome, a spell that constituted one of the three great treasures of Bellum, was a relic of the civil war between the nation of mages and the Empire, referred to as Campana Dei Arcanum, the Bell of the Arcane God. It had seen many battles, saved many lives, and today, it would reemerge for the first time in 500 years. The fighting stopped briefly, thousands of eyes all looking upward, all struck with awe as an unstoppable force clashed with an immovable object. Light danced across the still dawn-lit horizon, light deflected into all directions before finally, something changed.

    A sound as of shattering glass.

    The first and outermost layer of the protective dome was shattered, sparks of golden light that faded into nothingness strewn about across the battlefield. Then another one, a wave of anxious cries echoing out from Crusaders and Rune Knights alike as the second layer of their defense was peeled away. Vivian Salvina, though, was intent on not surrendering this fight. For her comrades. For her country. For the people of Bellum. The massive beam of light that clashed against the barrier lost intensity, shrank with each passing moment. She simply had to keep this barrier up for just a few more seconds and all would be fine. And then, it happened, another shattering sound like glass, a ray of concentrated divine light, a remnant of the original pillar of destruction, slicing through the last protective bubble. For a brief moment, Vivian’s vision went white as she could feel herself being assaulted by what felt like a fierce firestorm, then came a harsh impact on the ground. The original spell and much of its effects had been deflected and absorbed by the Cardinal’s barrier, but a small part of it had managed to pierce through to a devastating effect for a section of the front line.

    Armor, clothing, and finally, flesh were burned away by a radiance of an intensity the world had not seen in a long time. Hundreds of lives were extinguished in less than a second as this section of the front was torn asunder. The soldiers that belonged to Bellum and the Rune Knights were incinerated. This included the reinforcements that Serilda had called upon in the area, the vast majority of which would be vaporized by the same pillar of light. The light persisted not for long after the barrier had blocked the majority of its effects, a couple of milliseconds at most, but when it vanished, when the onslaught of divine power retreated back to the heavens from whence it had come, it would reveal the destruction it had wrought where it had touched the ground.

    The earth was singed, scarred, and bleached ashen-white by the intense light. Where Bellum’s line had been was still an array of trenches, though the sounds that had given these fortifications life were gone. The shouted orders, the warcries, the noises of agony and defiance, all burned away by divine light, charred corpses, frozen in time like statues, remaining as the only indicator that humans had been there only seconds before. The majority of this one section of the front had been entirely depopulated, the forest behind the trenches now only a field of dried husks.

    Vivian had survived the ordeal, very likely only based on the fact that she had been entrusted with the treasures of Bellum and had utilized one of them, but when she opened her iridescent oculi, she would lay eyes on the contained, yet absolute devastation, her gut twisting at the imagination what this spell would have done had she not been here. The Cardinal, however, did not emerge unscathed. Even with her considerable defenses, she was covered in smaller burns, her right arm, the arm which she had used to cast Campana Dei Arcanum, bearing the brunt of the attack for her. The skin had been singed, blackened in places, and burned raw in others. It was a decidedly morbid sight. Her sword had been blown from her grasp. The pain that assaulted her was nigh unbearable, her whole body trembling in paralyzing agony, but Vivian gritted her teeth as she got back up. This was not the worst she had endured, but the Cardinal had lost her initiative and even more soldiers had died because of her weakness. Anger rose from within her. She would not give up. She would continue fighting, even if injured, though this foe and the power she evidently wielded raised doubts in her mind. Would she be strong enough to face this soldier of Pergrande in combat alone? Would she be able to hold her own against her one more time, now injured? Only the course of this battle could tell as fighting resumed around her.



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    Post by Ouroboros Squad 6th May 2022, 12:58 pm



    Michael would still find himself suspended in the air above the fleet, witnessing both the duel on the deck of one of the warships as well as the barrage of anti-aircraft fire below him. With his newly summoned weapon, he would aim and fire a shot at the already heavily injured mage, which would, if it hit, would almost certainly spell the end of this fight for her, if not her death. He, too would be able to witness the blindingly bright light in the flash in the distance.

    Medeia would successfully transform herself and cast not only her Take-Over, but also her spell she called “Divine Judgement”, the mass of light soon descending upon the battlefield below. What the Warlady could not have anticipated, of course, was the opposition that the Cardinal of Peace would offer to her powers, a dome of ethereal and transparent golden glow appearing to block her attack, though not fully, as she would soon realize. The attack had shown some effect, and while it was only a fraction of the original destructive power the spell held, it had still cut a noticeable breach into the Bellian lines. Hundreds of soldiers had simply been incinerated, and while the terrain remained relatively unscathed, the resistance that had formerly kept this section of the front stable had been eradicated, giving the Pergrandean army a chance to break through the Bellian lines if nothing was done.

    The woman that the Warlady had aimed to strike down, however, had survived the attack, making it more than obvious to Medeia that she was far more durable than initially anticipated, even if she had clearly taken significant damage from the mercenary’s attack and appeared at least momentarily immobilized.

    The commander of the Crusader forces by the name of Drazos did not falter in the face of Drekka’s boast, standing firm with spear outstretched. Even when the woman released a pulse of powerful magic, the image of a dragon manifesting in the minds of those that beheld this display of power, he continued to stand his ground. Was she a dragon slayer? Draconic magic certainly carried that implication, and, while rare, these types of mages were not unheard of, even in Bellum, and while they sometimes wielded awesome power, they were mages all the same. Commander Drazos summoned up his own magic from within the depths of his being, power rushing through his veins as his arcane aura expanded off his body. His concentration reached its maximum, and his eyes were firmly centered on the woman before him, even if his soldiers backed off, intimidated by the display of power.

    Just as she kicked off the ground and attacked him, his own magic would manifest, red streaks of electricity surging across his arm and into his weapon, covering the steel with arcs of crimson lightning as he swung his weapon upward. Blades wreathed in magic clashed, arcane sparks flying off in all directions, but in the end, Drazos would force the blade away, deflecting the woman’s blow with a crackling of thunder. He would have prepared for a counterattack, had it not been for the blinding light that suddenly seemed to fill all corners of the battlefield, blinding both Drekka and Drazos equally, the latter dashing a few steps back to shield his eyes from the radiant glow in the distance, momentarily stopping the Commander in his tracks. This, of course, came with his own set of worries. He had seen the spell that had attempted to deflect the massive spell that had been flung at the Crusader Forces, knowing of its qualities and its user. He reckoned that there was little he could do for Cardinal Salvina, but that was not his main priority right now. For the time being, he focussed on the adversary before him, the dispersion of the blinding light also giving him the opportunity to unleash one of his own attacks. The hand was not grasping a spear reached into the air, the crackle of electricity once more echoing forth before coalescing into a scarlet bolt within his grasp that, with a speed that exceeded that of Drekka by several times, would be launched at the woman like a javelin. If it did strike true, it would burn straight through any defense not durable enough to withstand its piercing qualities and heavily singe her flesh, teaching her the lesson that this warrior of the Crusader Order was not to be taken lightly.

    Aleksandra found himself confronted with the man she had so freely knocked through the air. Regrettably, it seemed he had survived the strike, and indeed, even felt bold enough to attempt a counterattack after conversing with an apparition at his side that could best be described as a degenerate, further convincing her that Pergrande’s stance of anti-magic was the way to go if it meant that the good citizens of the Empire would be spared the brain-rot of, well, whatever that was. Still, it was amusing to her, in a sense.

    “You mages are full of surprises, you know”, the Marshal addressed the God of Ishgar in perfect, albeit slightly accented Fiorean as he charged at her, the small smile shifting her expression still. This, however, was not solely directed at Mythal, the girl turning her head away from her adversary and towards the glow that formed above the battlefield. Casually, almost in a disinterested manner, the blonde raised one hand, an invisible wall of psionic might materializing instantly to direct the light away from her own troops where it bore the potential of ever hitting them.

    “Magnificent, is it not? It appears that I have chosen at least one competent fighter for my army”. Aleksandra made the remark almost idly, as if having an inconsequential chit chat with the man who was actively seeking to kill her. “Ironically enough, she finds residence in Fiore, just like you, Rune Knight. I hear you call their ilk 'Warlords'. Impressive title, certainly”. Her other hand, the one that had sought to snuff out Mythal’s life just moments before, would be raised, too. With a deafening screech, like nails on a chalkboard, the wall created of darkness that had been manifested into existence behind Mythal burst, exploding into tiny particles from within before getting even a single shot off.

    If the man perhaps assumed that, with her hands occupied in doing something unknown to the magic of this battlefield, she would be open to attack, he would be mistaken. His scythe was swung with the same force that had dismantled one of the Pergranti war vehicles before, undoubtedly in an attempt to test its sharpness against her flesh. It would be in vain. With the same ear-splitting sound, the magic that coated the scythe would be blown off its blade like a scattering of dust in the wind, the weapon itself, although sharp and without a single doubt incredibly deadly, being stopped by an unseen force just inches from her neck, leaving the weapon suspended there. No matter how hard the God of Ishgar tried, no matter how much he pushed, he wouldn’t be able to get any closer.

    Her head, once again, turned, the eyes of the Esper Aleksandra Polyakov, aglow with psionic power, staring into the man’s very own pair, possessing a depth to them that she seldomly showed others. There was wisdom in those eyes, an indescribable knowledge and experience that seemed to look down upon him, but also a whirl of emotion that anyone would be able to glean from her gaze in this very moment despite the fact that her appearance and her facial features betrayed none of it. She had an objective here on the front line, of course, but it were rare opportunities like this one, moments where she could play with her powers, that made the boring, monotonous days of before so much more exciting.

    The girl lowered her arms, one of them reaching across her form and into the hilt of the katana-style weapon slung over her back and shoulder. “Why don’t we introduce ourselves, Rune Knight? I would like to know a man’s name before I kill him”.

    She drew the weapon from it scabbard, gently, almost with no apparent effort at all, pushing the scythe away from herself with the blade of her own weapon.

    “I am Aleksandra Romanova of the Imperial House Polyakov, Marshal of the Imperial Army of Pergrande”.

    As soon as she had spoken these words, the inhuman speed the girl seemed to possess kicked in once again. Within the fraction of a second, Aleksandra had lowered her stance almost flat to the ground, and then, like a loaded spring, burst forward, a single word on her lips as she swung her sword.

    “Echo”

    Bundled within this swing was endlessly refracted kinetic energy that would multiply the potency of any such strike by hundreds, if not thousands of times before finally being released in a wave of pure, unrestrained force, directed not only at the God of Ishgar, but also the summoned army that had appeared near the trenches behind him. Regardless of whether Mythal would be hit with this onslaught of kinetic power, it would, in the span of milliseconds, surge across the battlefield, its effects only kicking in in a delayed fashion after the shockwave had already passed. The ground was torn up, stone and dirt splintering, being launched to the sides as a cone of unleashed pressure, as everything in its path was simply crushed and torn asunder. Based on the expansion of this force as it interacted with the atmosphere and the conical shape it took, it wouldn’t destroy a large portion of the Bellian lines as the attack approached from their front, but it was enough to, within a single blow, destroy about three-quarters of the Nephilim that had been summoned to assist Bellum, as well as level an entire section of trenches. The brunt of the attack would be dispersed in the forests behind the Bellian lines, where all that would bear witness could see a massive expanse of torn earth left in the wake of Aleksandra’s attack, uprooted trees, splintered stone, and devastating ground turning miles and miles of this habitat into a mess of a wasteland.



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    Post by Mura Kensho 8th May 2022, 1:59 am

    … Something tough had blocked his last slash. Sure, there was the huge axe that the Pergranti fighter used to parry Mura’s rapid slashes, and it was likely that the axewoman had more tricks up her sleeve. However, due to the lack of sensory over her esper abilities, Mura assumed that her axe alone had blocked that last Technique. It was hella tough and didn’t even appear to suffer from a scratch… if he needed to land hits on her, then he’d have to bypass her air-tight guard. He’d definitely not be able to destroy the axe, and it’d be easier to avoid it rather than trying to break it apart. His own katana, albeit newly reforged, wouldn’t be able to handle too much punishment from that kind of equipment.

    The appearance of Alyia was at first relieving, but the view of her was nightmarish. She was bleeding from all different bullet wounds in her body, and while Yelena had lost focus for a brief moment due to the arrival of the other mage, so had Mura lost his focus briefly from seeing Alyia in this condition. Her transformation, however, at first appeared to mend her wounds, but she still looked so injured. “!!!”

    Upon noticing that she was about to cast a dark spell towards the axewoman, Mura shifted his focus back at her and was about to thrust his katana forward towards her. An attack from two sides would be difficult to parry, even with her great weapon… but she didn’t use a weapon to block that spell and the edge of his sword. The spell bounced off from her position as if some protective energy was surrounding it, reminding Mura once more of the enemies he encountered back at Bellum’s mountains. This time, there was no doubt about it.

    She’s a psychic, too… this is the worst.

    Mura had also been bounced back by the force, but he spun backwards and scratched the floor with his blade to brake his momentum. It was difficult to channel magic when oblivium was coating the ship, and the wooden parts were gone, so no using that. Upon gazing up again, he only just managed to see Alyia meet another action from the axewoman – with her arm thrusted forward, it was likely to use her psychic prowess to push Alyia away, at least in Mura’s experience – but the scene was far from what he had predicted. Before he could even react to what he was seeing, the axewoman was charging towards him again, swinging her axe in an arc in an attempt to separate his lower body from his upper.

    His stance was recovered, and Kyuken’s technique Zanzōdan could still be used. There was no breaks to be taken in a battle as tight as this one, and this psychic had to go down quickly. At the same time, there were enemies above them too, and those flying entities made of metal from earlier – looking like flying vehicles and all that – had pushed Alyia this far. He was unsure if he could even reach the flying… urgh, whatever that was up in the air, but he did know that he could attempt at eradicating the Pergranti axe-wielder in front of him. Her apparent, psychic powers spelled trouble for both of them.

    He was able to respond to her arcing swing, and Zanzōdan allowed an after-image of his form to appear, looking like her axe actually did cleave through his lower body but without the release of blood or severed flesh. He had leapt upwards, a predictable move given her arc, and she would definitely respond to that… but while pulling back Harukami on his right hand to ready an arcing slash of his own, his prosthetic arm held… a fucking gun.

    Equipped, loaded, and full of powder, Mura held the gun from under his right arm’s armpit, so that he could stick its aim straight towards the axewoman without interrupting his katana’s position. While still in the air after the evasion, he fired one heavy bullet straight towards her abdomen, releasing a wide spark from the opening of his unorthodox gun that also spewed out some coal-black dust. Without pause, the gun was flung back to his belt as Mura found his foothold again, cursing the weakening ability to fly with all the oblivium around but using the solid foothold to flash-step forward. He was blurring away again, attempting to bypass her guard if the bullet had done its job and caught her sharp focus for even a split moment. He wouldn’t aim to just swing his blade at her without discrimination – the after-effects of Zanzōdan pushed him to aim for her heart. He didn’t know if her barrier was still up, but he was acting far more aggressive and blood-seeking than even before…

    Kyuken-ryū, Ato-Ren: Munebarasu!

    The flash from the distance didn’t catch Mura’s attention immediately, but it caught Zirconis’s first. The dragon ghost knew that things weren’t looking too good over at the mainland’s battlefield, but to cause a light show of that size was impressive. It was definitely the Cardinal, wasn’t it? Or one of the Rune Knight’s Wizard Saints?

    “Mura! Hurry up and kill her, or try and take that flying object down first! Try anything!”

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    MP: 1005 + 52 (MP Regen) = 1050
    SP: 1309 + 81 (SP Regen) - 90 (Powered Shot) - 135 (Kyuken-Style: Heart Opened) = 1165

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    Post by Thatcywalker 8th May 2022, 1:12 pm

    Drekka was only mildly annoyed by how her blade had not broken through the man's spear. The cackling electricity and the raw energy of her own ax proved that for the moment their power was equal. Only for the moment though, breaking off she would had prepared to cast a spell to overcome his own power when the sky above broke in dazzling light. Drekka much like Drazos would had stared in awe at the power farther away from them, with most if not all the troops around them. She had to wonder if a dragon had emerged on the field or, no forbid the thought, that came from one of the humans??? Suddenly she felt the second rise of power as a golden barrier of three layers met the oncoming light, the sound of a bell ringing deafened the symphony that had been playing on the battlefield prior. Their had to have been dragons on the field she wasn't aware of, remembering her father's words of how some choose to shapeshift and take on the appearance of people. How else could such power exist otherwise?

    Before she could shift her attention back to her foe the sound of shattering glass echoed across the field, and for the moment she felt dread. Whether it came from herself or not she couldn't tell, as it felt like she was amid a chorus of many others, wishing the barrier would hold. Then the second barrier gave away with a shatter, the chorus in her head rising to a fever pitch, and she herself was in it's company as she held her breath in anticipation of what would happen next. Then it came crashing down with a deafening roar.

    The last barrier gave way, and the impact of the blast shook the earth even though she was far away from where it would hit. She braced herself as if it would hit her, though realized the distance she stopped and looked in the air where the blast had came from. Her senses heightened, she scanned the sky for any kind of dragon, some sort of large creature that would had cause such a awe inducing spell. Nothing, except...

    Before Drekka could had focused on what was in the air the cracking of electricity broke her focus. Her eyes darted to the source as her view was filled with a streak of red lightning coming at her. She could only turn her body in a attempt to ensure the blast didn't strike anything important before it made contact with her armor, going straight through her like a lightning rod. The feeling was unexpected and raw as she howled in pain from the strike, forcing to take a knee and using her ax to prop herself up, visible smoke coming off of the dragon slayer. How human of you.

    Even though the strike had clearly hurt her, it wasn't as bad as she made it out to be, merely catching her off guard. She would had stood back up with ease, the ax in both of her hands as she squeezed down with noticeable anger, her face wore a thin smile that barely hid the emotion. Faint golden sparkles would had emitted briefly from her shoulders as she called upon the power in her cape(1). She wanted to say something to cover up her annoyance but her anger was preventing any words to form. She only had enough control to let out a battle cry(2) as she charged forward with ferocity, now displaying her true speed for all to see. The strikes she would had made would had been vicious as she attacked with reckless abandon, using the force in a attempt to overwhelm and push him into a wall. Dravos would find that she would respond to strikes he made with both her weapon and her limbs, the skin turning to a dark shade of metal before contact was made, allowing her to interact with his attacks without any lasting harm. Their was however another purpose to her strategy. If she had spotted an opening between their clashing attacks she would had shot her hand forward to grab at him, the hand taking on the appearance of a claw(3). If successful, it would had grounded him to the spot and slowed his body. Even if the spell wouldn't have stopped his movement completely, it should had given Drekka more opportunities to break her foe.

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    Post by Guest 10th May 2022, 5:44 am

    A mighty clash of holy magic it had been and although Medeia was somewhat disappointed that her attack had been blocked for the most part, the damage that she had still been able to do was enough to satisfy her. The battlefield around herself and the beautiful Bellum warrior had been cleansed, with the numbers of dead surely being in the hundreds at least. The raven haired woman could not help but ponder just what the damage would have been had her opponent not managed to get her impressive shield up but that was perhaps something that she could experiment with later. For the moment, her focus was entirely on her sword wielding foe. She had done more than enough to attract Medeia’s full attention, for better or worse. She could sense the anger from her opponent, an emotion that was just as effective a weapon for Medeia as it was for her enemy. The Warlady could feed on it as she could any other of her elements in its natural form and her lips parted briefly, as though she was trying to taste it.

    Her opponent was still on her feet although judging from her right arm, had taken a fair amount of damage. It was a rather foul sight and for those with a weak constitution, it could probably cause them to throw up. Medeia was of course no means that and a tilt of her head was the only reaction that she gave as she surveyed the woman’s injuries. The smell was even worse than the sight and the dark mage had to give her opponent credit for taking it all in her stride. Yet, it did pose the obvious questions. Just how much had that defensive spell taken out of her and what state was she now in to fight?

    Medeia would slowly approach her opponent, her holy form giving her a regal look that would not have been out of place among the people of Bellum she would have thought. It amused her in a rather dry sort of way and she had always said that it was she that they should have been worshipping in the first place. Perhaps after seeing her power first hand, they would now understand? Doubtful, as humans lacked the common sense to understand what was good for them but still, there was a chance.

    The build up of magical power inside was difficult to describe and Medeia truly believed that she had reached a level of take over that no other mage had reached. She had become one with the being whose powers she used and that was what made all the difference. There was no take over, it was complete symbiosis. She was Priya and Priya was her, resulting in them reaching a level of understanding that few others ever could. Now, she would use all of that harnessed knowledge and power to leave the woman before her as nothing more than a charred corpse, as her fellow soldiers were now. Normally, she would have taken her alive, in order to fulfil her more lustful desires but somehow, Medeia thought that perhaps the Marshal might just have other plans for this woman.

    As she walked, her wings would turn gold in colour, becoming brighter by the moment and charging up with magical energy. It certainly added to her serene appearance but the piercing gaze that she gave her opponent was another story. The dark mage was not looking at her, she was looking through her body and into the soul. When she had charged up her powers, she opened her mouth and released a powerful stream of light from her mouth, travelling quickly towards her foe. A decent spell when compared to her others, neither the strongest or the weakest but enough to leave her struggling foe in even more agony if it struck.

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    Post by Dela 11th May 2022, 7:40 pm

    Alright, so picking one discarded from the wounded ended up fruitless. Though she was never known for being an optimist, she'd perhaps leaned a little too much that way. Though there weren't as many wounded as she expected, the uniforms available for theft were far too bloody and shredded to be salvageable, even by trying to piece two different ones together. Plus, they were awfully big. She was just a small-town girl living in a lonely world of over-fed giants. This one was a bust.

    Peering around, she saw a changing room for doctors and nurses at the far end would hold pristine uniforms, but it was busy. There would be lots of eyes, and one false move and she'd be questioned. If it was as easy as darting in and taking any old uniform, that might have been worth it. But potentially searching the whole area for one that fit and had the right rank? Too risky for her tastes.

    There was a more unsettling, less risky option. It was literally a half step above grave robbing, but even though she was a Rune Knight, Dela never claimed to be the most morally pure. And this was for the greater good.

    Accompanying a freshly passed soldier to the tent of the dead, she lingered behind as the others rushed back to preserve the living. Ick. The odor reminded her of the rezzing blood pool beneath Nightmare's guildhall only worse, but it was mind over matter. She went straight for the bodies closest to her size, piecing together a clean-ish uniform that would work while whispering apologies as she pilfered. She also spent an extra couple of minutes ripping off (so it'd look like it happened in battle) the insignias of several different Pergranti ranks so she'd have options for going further in without magic.

    Having acquired what she came for, Dela started to cram it all in her bag and leave, but then she paused. Erring on the side of caution, she quickly changed into the garments before someone came in, letting her magical disguise fall away. Tying her blond hair up into the same style other Pergranti soldiers usually sported, she pinned on the insignias of a rank just high enough to make sense roaming around the base without drawing too much authoritative attention and exited the tent with intent to press in closer to her target area without fear of her magic failing and blowing her cover.


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    Post by Aliannah 12th May 2022, 3:03 pm





    Through The Soul
    Does the Power of Rebirth Lay



    Fuck. Frickity frack. Shit.

    The projectiles that had hit her had done more damage than she had thought. They moved faster and with more accuracy than she had ever seen, than she had ever thought. Mind you she knew very little about this, she, herself, had never wielded a gun before and thus didn't know the aspects behind it. It was almost inhumanly possible. She could feel herself slowly recovering, but it wasn't fast enough. If she wasn't careful Aliannah could lose her life here and now, whether or not she had the angel within her.

    As she had attacked the woman below her, the angel took notice of how her magic shards had hit the battle ship below her and basically evaporated into mist. Was this the power of oblivium? It was no joke and something that the angel finally realized the severity of. Gritting her teeth the mage could feel blood dripping down her body, the red and gold staining her clothes. She would have to change after this for sure. Aliannah steeled her mind and braced herself to react to whatever would be coming at her next. She noticed the woman in front of her begin to thrust her hand out at her and the angel cursing vanished once again from existence teleporting into the shadows of the ship(1). She could feel the power that would pass above her. But there were two signatures that would appear. One she could label as the woman on the ship and another she couldn't place.

    Her body was aching from using magic and it was hard to breathe. Taking a shaky breath the girl muttered under her breath, darkness and light began to gather around her. She could feel it seeping into her wounds and closing them, mending them and sticking them back together(4). It was strange, the feeling of her skin practically melting together. The angel had never been in a situation in which this was a problem before. She seethed between her teeth softly, something was slipping into her mind, something she couldn't control. Yet despite that, Aliannah could feel another side of her, Alyia fighting back. Two pieces inside of her were fighting and no matter how the girl handled it she wouldn't be able to focus until they one of them had one. But Aliannah could feel that Alyia wasn't at her full, confused and conflicted at the appearance of the Fairy Tail mage.

    Would it be better to let the darkside take over... no. She couldn't. The blonde closed her eyes the mental battle causing her head to ache. She floated at the side of the ship for just a moment longer, her body began to go through changes, the battle messing with the magic inside of her. Her magical signature flickered back and forth, shifting uncontrollably.

    A piercing pain shot through the angel and a ear piercing wail left her lips. Her head hurt, her soul hurt, it felt like it was slowly degrading in her chest. Was this the magic that Alyia had managed to control, this corrupting chaotic dark magic? How was such a small girl able to control something so dark. The female tried to pull herself together, she needed to pull herself together. There were people that depended on her, people that she needed to protect. It seemed as though Aliannah's existence was beginning to fade in and out, the light that held the mage to her morals was flickering with every moment she was in the take-over that she had gained from Alyia.

    But something weighed on her, something small that certainly didn't belong a battlefield. The weight of a small plastic water gun brought the blonde Rune Knight the momentary strength that she needed to shove aside both Alyia and the demon that was trying to infiltrate her mind. There was no time to take for herself and for this battle that was occurring within her. Aliannah picked her broken self back up and with her momentary strength flew around the front of the ship. She stayed close to the battle ship, noticing that there would be no friendly fire as long as she stayed near the ship. She was barely hanging on, but there was something that she needed to do. Looking for the person with the unknown signature. Her eyes scanned the horizon, flickering from boat to boat, but with her ability to see souls, and the life and energy of the living, she wasn't able to spot anyone.

    At least no one on the boats. Of course that might be due the oblivium around them, however the vehicle in the sky that the angel had noticed at first but had list track of due to other more important matters at hand flickered with life. Maybe there. It would only take her a second to get there, however it would also come with the cost of being shot at like before. That was a risk she wouldn't take. But there was something else, another life that was flickering in the air above her. She couldn't see it clearly due to the distance between them, but the light was there none-the-less.

    Night had slowly begun to fade away and Aliannah's ability to fade into the shadows, practically invisibly faded with it. Her magical signature and soul were stable for the time being but she cringed softly as she drew upon her magic. It was hurting her as much as it was helping her. Still placed into what she deemed to be a safe spot under the lip of the ship where friendly fire would have to happen if she was targeted, Aliannah focused on the person who had shot down at her(5). With a sneer the girl lifted both of her hands in front of her so that her palms faced the sky. Between them mixed a combination of light and dark magic before she lifted it into the sky. It swirled like a cloud beginning to cover the entire area of the sky around the ships, turning the new morning into something more dim and dreary. From it a bolt of grey flashed down with at the man in the distance(6).

    She was not going down without a fight and someone who was going to cherry pick shots from a distance, well she wouldn't leave them untouched.

    Once again pain flashed through her head and the girl slammed her eyes shut, clenching them tightly before opening them again, her indigo eyes flickering between grey and red colours.


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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 12th May 2022, 7:13 pm

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    Whoever this woman was, she was strong. Also awfully confident.

    Mythal reengaged his cuirass and dissuaded Lux from continuing to mouth off at the enemy. With that all set, he summoned forth his wall of darkness and rushed forward, his scythe already carving through the air with violent, molten intent. The woman muttered something about surprises and then casually looked away from him, even as there was a sudden burst of intense magic from nearby. He had just about brought the blade down on the woman when her hand came up, raised and caught it through pure, psionic power. Even with all his strength, it wouldn’t budge an inch, leaving him standing before her in a state of non-combat, almost. The woman decided that this was the perfect time to pontificate, expressing admiration for the spell that she very easily was able to deflect away from her soldiers. Apparently it was from a woman that was also from Fiore, a Warlord, as she was revealed. For a moment, Mythal wondered if Pergrande had hired Thana -- it would be right up her alley to participate in a violent struggle like this.

    His thought process was interrupted by the shrillest of sounds, ripping through the air and causing him to grimace. The wall of destruction he had summoned forth was instantly vaporized, ripped down to the very dark atoms that he had coalesced to craft it. So much for that, it seemed. Still standing in place, studying her as he planned out his next steps, the woman turned her gaze to him once more, taking in the sight of him. He could see that she wasn’t just some smug, confident woman; there was a deepness, an intelligence that came from experience. Her conviction was almost impressive; she asked if they could exchange names before she killed him. He watched as she reached across her body, going for the sword that lay in its scabbard. She withdrew it, using the motion to slowly, dramatically, annoyingly push his scythe away. She introduced herself as Aleksandra…

    But frankly, Mythal wasn’t listening. He barely waited until she had finished her sentence before his entire form disappeared, teleporting before she could put a period on her exaggerated monologue. She wanted to fight him, she wanted the experience of being able to use her abilities in a situation where she could deem it a challenge. It was all in her tone and Mythal couldn’t care less about it. Unfortunately in teleporting away, he’d also left a gap open for the woman to unleash a devastating attack that ripped the ground asunder. But he had already reappeared, materializing behind the lines of the Pergrande tanks. He wasn’t thinking about the men and women that had just intermittently lost their lives against an attack he knew had to be coming.

    He had one mission; destroy the tanks. He had no obligation to give that Pergrande woman any satisfaction and, frankly, had no intent to. In a flash of movement, he ripped the lantern from his belt, the candle within the glass surging to life. He slammed it down as hard as he could, splintering the earth with the force of it. And from the small crater erupted a wave of blue flames, surging in all directions over the enemy line and seeking to burn the soldiers in their damned flames. But he used the force of his swing to send himself up into the air as well, swinging his other arm and sending the scythe skyward. As spun upwards, he twisted the now-free hand down and released a torrent of darkness. Tendrils of pitch-black erupted from his palm and spread far and wide, seeking out soldier and tank alike to pierce, to tear apart, to break down to the darkest essence the universe was all made of. He used the force of that attack to push him into the air as well, riding the magical wave up until he caught up to the scythe, snatching it out of the air and rearming himself as he looked down at the result of his nearly simultaneous attacks.



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    MP: 11561/11561
    Movement Speed: 2530 m/s
    Melee Damage: 820 per hit
    Scythe Damage (Melee+Multi Target): 3,080 per hit
    Defensive Spell Durability: 4,602
    Weapons Equipped: Lacrima Scythe, Congregation of Souls
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    HP Passive:  585%
    MP Passive: 1045%
    Movement Speed Passive: 1105%
    Melee Damage Passive: 780%
    Spell Damage Passive: 1080%
    Spell Range Passive: 915%
    Spell Speed Passive: 495%
    Spell Healing Passive: 165%
    Spell Durability Passive: 165%
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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 12th May 2022, 8:16 pm

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    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    The deafening sound of metal against metal was grating to the point of grinding teeth, but it was a welcome sound. Pergrande had focused much of their resources into protecting themselves against magic, but those defenses were considerably less potent against plain martial prowess. So against a foe such as herself that had honed more than just her magical abilities, it was harder to stand up against an attack than it would have been against a one trick pony of a mage that only relied on their metaphysical powers. Between her and the squad of Bloodletters she had summoned, the tank before them was crumbled and carved into bits and pieces, rendering the machine useless.

    But it was still only one machine.

    This is going to take far too long, she commented to the immortal in her mind, Serilda’s blue gaze already glancing forward to the remaining line of tanks that continued to assault the lines of Rune Knights and Bellians behind her. We can carve through these rather simply with our swords and spears, but going at them one or two at a time is inefficient to the point of absurdity. How many men and women would die simply because a number more tanks continued to fire upon them while Serilda was preoccupied with the other vehicles?

    Perhaps you should pull the rest of the Bloodletters away from the main battle and have them surround the tanks? They could easily swarm and dispatch these contraptions in relatively swift fashion.

    Serilda frowned in thought. No, I need to leave them where they are. If I pull them away from the main battle, that leaves the Knights and the Bellian forces exposed. I need them causing chaos and being a distraction to protect our other forces and give them opportunities to strike. I must find a way to rely on myself for this.

    Then let’s examine our options, Victoria suggested. Your swords are more than reliable, but don’t have a wide range of attack. I know they are seemingly impenetrable against your magic, but those protections can’t be infinite. There has to be some kind of limitation on the amount of magical energy they can dispel. Try a more damaging spell.

    The one I cast was nearly three times more powerful than utilizing my blades, and has been continuing to batter at them this entire time to no avail. I’m not sure more power is the right answer. We just need to outsmart their defe–

    Her train of thought was wrecked by a violent explosion of light against light as the entire battlefield came to a screeching, if temporary, halt. Serilda’s senses screamed as the release of several insanely high powered spells rippled through the air around the area where Vivian had rushed off to confront a more prominent member of the enemy. The princess’s heart dropped into her stomach as she watched several of her troops, both Knights and Bloodletters, fall before the might of the dueling spells, and while she certainly didn’t brush off the loss of a large portion of her nephilim soldiers she knew that they weren’t truly dead, but returned to the celestial realm where they resided when not responding to her summons. Her Fioren soldiers, however, were far, far more mortal, and that fact was proven before her very own eyes, almost in slow motion.

    And just like that, Serilda was done playing around. A seething, simmering, collected anger bubbled deep within her core, the Vassal of Wrath renewing her gaze upon the tanks with a look of retribution that would make even a god pause to consider their next move. She needed to get rid of these tanks. All of them. Now. And she didn’t need to attack them directly to do that. Thankfully, her current position being behind enemy lines meant that most of the Rune Knight and Bellum forces were behind her, which meant that she could cast her spell without putting any of her allies at risk. Pulling an ungodly amount of energy out of her core, her body shimmered with a glittering golden light like stardust that she channeled into a central point in the form of a floating sphere before her body and then released it.

    The sphere exploded in several violent streaks that raced across the field like a shooting star toward the line of tanks that were currently being bombarded by Mythal, who had seemingly abandoned his foe to stay focused on the task they had been assigned. However, her spell was not aimed at the tanks themselves. Rather, it was aimed at the ground beneath the tanks, Serilda using her control over the Void space that was intertwined between the molecules of all matter in the world to carve a deep trench beneath the vehicles. The Earth itself would yawn open as a veritable canyon split the ground in two, threatening to swallow not just the tanks, but any other part of the Pergranti force that wasn’t able to prevent themselves from dropping to their deaths as Serilda focused on attempting to sunder the crust of the world apart underneath the line of vehicles.

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