Season 4 Finale - Part 3 (Cycle 1)
With acute precision, coordination, and a bit of a spontaneous shift in approach, the Forward team pushed deeper into Szofrit's territory, sabotaging her supply lines, cutting down powerful magia contraptions, and taking over key locations until they absolutely could not go any further, as they were at the last stretch before meeting the Leader of the Magia face-to-face.
In the time that the Forward team managed to gain grounds, many more leylines had shot up into the dawning sky. The Red Key was nearly complete and with it, magia's freedom.
When the Forward team determined that they could get another inch closer to their objective, Childress immidiately blew her whistle, rallying the group to her as the Forward team began to hunker down and prepare the invasion point as she sent her fastest messengers back to the Ruined Palace.
There was neither pretense nor subtlety, only a direct and bloody confrontation remains as the rest of the Starcalled push through the magitech hell to reach Szofrit.
By the time all the Starcalled assembled at the invasion point, they were together with their kindreds, eyes lit with fire and hands trembling with anticipation. Everyone was doing the last minute adjustment on their weapon and equipment, all done by hands since the UI couldn't be access this close to the Magia's epicenter.
The concentration of magic was so deep that Elves and anyone who was remotely attuned to magic would experience a pounding headache and taunt skin that felt like it was being pricked by a hundred needles.
Drawing the cold air into her lungs, Childress ran her palm down her blade before she covered her face and body with her blood as a vow to give the Beast Lord a good battle. Her ears flicked and her tail whisked with agitation as she finished her battle ritual.

"Protectors, get to the frontline and make sure you are ready to defend those behind you. Strikers, make sure you hit the enemies and not your allies, Healers, keep the damage sponges alive.
Come on!!! Come on!!! Strap your boots tight and your armor right or the enemy is going to send you to Urukkhan. I won't be joining you because I had already promised myself to the Beast Lord."
(She roused the group with her booming voice.)
Come on!!! Come on!!! Strap your boots tight and your armor right or the enemy is going to send you to Urukkhan. I won't be joining you because I had already promised myself to the Beast Lord."
(She roused the group with her booming voice.)

"Tanks, on me and Kiryuu!"

"DPS, with me!"

"Supports on the back line with me."

"STAY BEHIND ME. GO, GO, GO! Stay focused and keep your eyes on the prize. You are strong. You can do this. Come on, I believe in you. Get my back and I'll get yours!"
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The counter-attack began when the most defensive of you charged into the battlefield with the rest of the group at their heel, only to be greeted by the Dragonship's readied arsenals of mass destruction.
First, the bullets hailstorm came down fast and hard, grazing the flesh of the lucky while splattering the squishy bits of the unlucky. Next came the laser beams from the weapons mounted on the Dragonship remnants, cutting a line of people in half and spilling their steaming inside onto the untouched snow. Nothing that a good heal can't fix, right? Even if it was painful. The really unlucky saps had their limbs blown off from stepping on a mine. Luckily the healers were primed and ready for healing. Whether or not they could concentrate on their job was a different matter altogether.
The horrific scene of war looked as though it came right out of an account of the Invasion of Normandy Beach, only a lot more gruesome as both sides are able to inflict an unimaginable amount of violence on one another.
The few who were not able to stomach the stress and gore turned their back to run away from the horrific scene, however, there were enemies in all directions. Wherever they would run to, the momentum of the battle would push them further and further forward. And when they would take a moment to look toward their destination, the peeress eye of god stared back at them.
The soul-less war machines know not of mercy, push forth or be slaughtered like lambs.
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