Complete 18+ Main Story (S4 Finale) DRAGON.end - Phase 3

Lilith · Feb 18, 2023

1 / 130

Health
-200 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+00 HP (Heal)

Status
▪ Location: ???
▪ Alone
▪ Vulnerable from Power Heal
▪ ~~Dead~~ Alive

A single fatal strike, far more of an overkill than necessary. Szofrit teared apart through life and broke all emotions out of the death knight herself. The Fool who meets a fool's death and loses all they have going for them: Heart.

Exploded. Eviscerated. A single fatal strike to tear a hole through her chest and leave in it's wake an empty space. But who is the fool? The one who asks for it to satisfy her desires?

Or the one who forgets to double tap the undead..?

"Fun..." Her dying breath came with nothing more but a bloody smile, crimson pouring from her lips, staining pearly teeth in the process.

Notice

Immortal Activated

"Dear, you are all skin and bones... Adrenaline is a vicious drug, isn't it." Anxious, exasperated, her body finally moved once away. Devoid of any twitching, and that which made her hands nerveous were but her own desires yet to reach nirvana.

No. She couldn't die when she's having so much fun. The corpse lifts from her resting place within the void if only to face the mistress of her torment once again, and the monstrosity which she directed these words to. Poor bloodsworn lost his cool in the heat of battle.

"All this red suits you all the same. And while I know none of you-" She coughed, splattering nothingness in crimson. "Feast on this appetizer. The main dish needs a strong gut.." She held her blade by it's edge, aimed at herself. Her sword found a new sheath within the depths of her guts and past her back. Cries of anguish couldn't echo into the void. Few would hear it. Yet everyone will know in the end, once their foe met a gruesome end like her own thanks to those she spared the sweet embrace of the afterlife.

Lilith's blood begun to swirl, awakened by power alone. It flows, it paints. A world in black needs a little red to kill the dreadful monotony, and she was willing to offer blood. Skin. Flesh. Bone.

Everything that wasn't outright needed for her imminent survival, any piece of her body that could find some use in this group of misfits would do. Hollow gaps were left on that smooth pale body as chunks begun to tear themselves out, in sync with her screams, guttural in nature once meat begun to rip out of her throat.

Flesh, blood, skin and bones. The substenance of life. In her suffering, they all were revitalized.

Hers would become a sacrifice for Death. A fitting contrast to The Eternal Summer's. Yet selfless would be selfless, regardless of the intent.

Rolls

(Heavy Armor Passive) Immortal
If you took fatal damage, start your turn with 1 HP.
You are immune to all damages until the start of the next damage phase.
You can no longer use Second Wind.

Power Heal
4d20 EX (18 + 17 + 14 + 16) + 5 + 0 = 70 / 3(0 explosions)
+24 HP to 3 targets
You are Vulnerable.
Mend | Lilith | Code | 1745C2

(F) Infuse
+5 HP to your renegation, [defense], or [support] action's target(s).

Mend | Lilith

(F) Regeneration
(6) = 6
Regenerate 6 HP.

Mend | Lilith

(BA) Regeneration
Regain the rolled HP and grant an ally the same amount, or forgo your own regeneration and grant an ally double the rolled HP.
Lilith

Total Healing:
41 (24 P.Heal + Infuse + Regeneration doubled) HP to @Nyx
24 HP (P. Heal) to @Jin
24 HP (P. Heal) to @Madison Freebird

Duel
▪ Damage: 10295
▪ Play Sheet

Ilusa Nakhalee · Feb 18, 2023

111 / 180

Health
-60 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
+05 HP Regen

Status
▪ Location: Team 5
▪ Together

Darkness.
It swallowed everything. Astor, colours, sound, feeling.

There was no terrain beneath her feet - she was floating but not.

No sound could be heard. No huffs of air as she breathed. No rustle of clothes as she moved. The sounds of the fight were gone too.

There was no sun on the horizon. A hunger that ought to start gnawing at her was absent.

The HUD glitched even more, before disappearing as if swallowed by the darkness.

Scents too were gone.

There was no sense of temperature.

It was less like a darkness and more like a void.

And yet, she could see herself, her white outfit, her pale skin. But she felt no ache, no pain, nothing.

When she moved, it was… Distant. As if connection to the avatar was - lagging, disrupted. As if she was drugged. She felt it, yet not.

What was she? In this void, on her own, without the senses she was used to?

It felt as if she was about to dissolve, disappear. The ears and tails she could move freely, now felt almost impossible to move.

The giant, the enemy, the red of blood, blood, blood, of pink with brain matter and white with bone and drip-drip, drip blood.

Ilus-
Nad-
Ilu-Nad-Ilusa-Nadia- could not breathe. Could not move. Could not blink. Dissonance, disconnection. Nothingness as the red-red-red-red gazed at her.

But then she felt it.

Something.

Strong, raw, fidgement? Real? It was there.

Suddenly- it was like she could see it, sense it, other stars.

She turned to face it, that feeling that she chased - when something tore into her.

The UI HUD came back, glitching, whirring in her mind, pixelated colours taking over her vision as she felt the pain of attack, blades biting into her body, cutting through the white of her armour dyeing it red, red red, the force of the attack making her ‘fall’ making her ‘lay down’ on no terrain.

Everything-

Stopped.

Before everything started anew.

‘Getting up’ she saw it, felt it. No longer was she alone. Voices appeared. Colours others than those of her own.

Her voice could not work yet. But her ears: they felt like her ears again. And she could move them. Hear with them.
Everything was so sharp after the before.

And she focused her eyes, ignoring the input of the UI that glitched and lied, taking instead the wounds, the blood, the darkness spreading on @Shadow - Corruption climbing consuming. Something inside her recoiled - holy magic which she could feel again, that slowly was seeping through her wounds trying to knit the flesh automatically.

She spotted it: small deactivated body (one further pulled into this world), players running forward, hurling attacks. He was not there, but - that was fine for now. Soon she will find him. Soon, as soon as possible.

A wheeze. A cough and she could speak then.

“Let’s do it.” Straightening, taking a breath, ignoring the glitches Ilusa chanted. The orbs floated around her, the pale golden light that shone from her strengthened, increased. Glyphs appeared; her eyes lit with the holy energy, the light flickered as she extended her hands, it flowed between her palms.

Her voice broke as she pointed at her targets: the fallen magia, the corrupted one, the redhead (because she saw the violet haired one trembling after the attack - vulnerable and with such wounds, her healing would not be enough right now).

Streaks of pale gold connected her and them as she poured magic, the spell into them.

The red-head was easy.

She grimaced as the corruption fought the holy magic, the two opposites almost clashed in @Shadow body. But Ilusa knew what she was doing and she eased it there gently, not fighting it, merely healing the damage it caused.

Sounds of bells echoed, gentle yet majestic. Pale gold feathers fell onto @Tick Tock , wrapping the body in their light and floating the body up. The broken parts started to mend, cables reconnecting. Light filled the empty body and it reached beyond, through the void, it searched, passing other souls that did not fit this body until they found it. The light gently, oh so gently wrapped around the soul and pulled, pulled and then - it connected the soul and body again, miracle possible in this world was finalised. The feathers dispersed and motes of light gently deposited the now alive person back onto ‘ground’.

Rolls

(F) Regeneration (3 + 2) = 5 Regenerate 5 HP.
Mend | Ilusa Nakhalee

(F) Infuse +10 HP to your renegation, [defense], or [support] action's target(s).
Mend | Ilusa Nakhalee
If AoE was used, distribute the heal in multiple of 5s.

(BA) Revive When you target a dead ally with a [support] action, bring them back to life at 50% HP and grant them the support effect.
Ilusa Nakhalee

Heal 2d20 EX (14 + 11) + 25 + 15 + 15 = 80 (0 explosions) +80 HP /3 =
27 to @Shadow @Tick Tock (Rev to you) @Alecto (+10 from infuse to you)
Divine Magic | Ilusa Nakhalee | 1745C2

Duel
▪ Damage: 10295
▪ Build Sheet

Magi Heart · Feb 18, 2023

-100 HP (Szofrit)
-00 HP (Source 2)
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+44 HP (Heal from @Vina Skysong)
Immortal: Available

▪ Location: Team 1
▪ Damage Buff (0/0)
▪ Debuff 0/0}
▪ Not Protected
▪ Not Vulnerable

Are we still all separate and stuff?
Not as much, I'm here but...that attack didn't help.
So no one was really saved. Just blocked out. This dumb mecha can't be relied on to do what needs to be done. Now I'm really going to end her!
There is hope.. and I know she's out there fighting hard. I believe.
Cool beans, this will be fun then! I'm going to channel some old Tenebre energy here... this torment isn't going to stop me, it just.. gets... me... GOING!

Gritting her teeth as she channeled the dissonant grudge into her magic. she aimed her staff and pulled back her fist.

"Wowzers! Looks like we're falling apart here♥. Now it's my turn! I pity you magia mommy. You don't even know what you're doing! You need a tune-up grandma! Here it goes!"

I'm focusing, let me do this part... while I can.

The dark color brightened as Magi's blue eye blinked gold. She released as a stream of mana cut through the dark radiating the others present. Then Magi was gone. Shadowy tendrils shot from behind Szofrit and attempted to hold her arms apart as the energy crashed into her superior metallic body of unknown alloy.

Magi emerged having used the dark space herself to warp behind the magia mother. Magi too had the ability to play in the dark.

"̸̝̃J̷̬͊ȯ̶̯i̵̠͗ṋ̴̈́ ̵̤̃i̷͉̐n̵͇̑ ̸̪͠p̶͕̽l̵̲̂e̶̫̎ă̷̪s̴̬̓ȅ̷̫!̴̫͐♥̸͙̊"̵̹̒

Wendel uttered with what would have been a playful tune if not for the strain she was experiencing. This was a clear sign she was not going to outlast all of this at this rate. The disembodied voice of Wendy came from her mouth right after.

"We have to break out of this dark stuff and get together! We can't be the only ones here! Believe with me! Please!"

stable Attack
6d20 EX (10 + 18 + 15 + 11 + 17 + 19 + 1) + 25 + 20 + 25 + 74 = 235
235 damage (Explosions: 1)
Evoke | Magi Heart | 1745C2
(BA) Ultra Torment
Torment damage doubled.
Deal 40 flat damage to an enemy adjacent to you.
Magi Heart

235+40=275

Isolated Together
▪ Damage to Szofrit: 10570
▪ Build Sheet
@Zelrius @Tetsunosuke @Langley @Vina Skysong

Tick Tock · Feb 18, 2023

127 / 200

Health
+100 HP (Revive)
+27 HP (Heal)

Status
▪ Location: Team ~~Dead~~ 5
▪ Alone Together
▪ Revived by @Ilusa Nakhalee

A matter of seconds would be all that took for their showdown.
Her advantage? Range.
Maria's advantage? The executioner's overconfidence.

She edged life and death, and it took only one cut to break through her neck and let her head roll across the air and land onto nothingness. It was true, in the end, that biomechanics could not triumph, and would crumble as quickly as the single hydra head was separated from it's body.

...

The Mother of Machines forgot she faced one of her own. Death did not stop a body who followed directives, despite the one dispatching them was severed. Too used to the Immortals who defy death when given the coup de grâce, only now to experience the grotesque superiority of machinery and it's tenacity.

'Aim for the head'

Her body would obey that last command, halting not a second in it's advance towards it's target, letting right hand sank it's fingers across Mother's neck, smouldering with magic. She would leave a mark for her database to process, to eliminate like any other file if rage is an emotion a system as advanced as Szofrit's could feel. It mattered not the aftermath, but the result: A mark.

A defiance that earned her what could possibly be perceived as that. Anger. But who would care if she gave if The Mother gave in to her basic desires? She could rend and tear apart as much porcelain as she wished, leave her into nothing more but a black stain upon the floor for whoever would find her. It mattered little to that which bears no conciousness anymore.

It couldn't be anymore black when the light shun upon her fragmented soul. A light that made her whole once more. The sound of bells begun to ring despite having no ears to listen. Death was familiar to her already, yet the angelical tolls were nowhere nearby the last three times.

The Light weaved together the fragments that remained, constructed anew where any missed. Cracked, but the body radiated divinity. @Ilusa Nakhalee's work upturned the handler's disasters, and the porcelain became one again. Some say a glass will never be the same when put together.

The beastfolk proved that to be no more but dishonesty from the incapable.

Maria's eyes springed open, golden turned into aquamarine. Awakened... Again. Yet she couldn't unleash any harm upon her savior for doing her job-- She didn't knew, she was but a victim much like herself and the rest within this pocket dimension. The battle engines raged on, and the puppet stood back on her two feet without muttering much, left hand outstretching itself as the sacred solid light begun to slowly form her arm once again, and from the center of her palm awakened the dark magics of earlier.

They didn't flicker. They were constant. @Shadow would receive a sliver of abyss, he who would upturn darkness and carve an exit to which light could blind their eyes with.

@Alecto would find a villain works not alone, as neutral parties are of benefit, and Maria made sure to grant her the boost only a boss could make use of.

And who looked like could be a cousin from her savior itself, @Fina Drago. She would bear the weight of new life to expend at the tip of her fingers. Animancy ready to beckon her call, give her the last push she needs to finally push into the offensive with full commitment.

I won't complain. This isn't so different to the other side.

Rolls

AoE Buff
1d100 (26) + [30] + 15 + 5 = 76 / 3
+26 extra damage to 3 targets for 1 attack (@Alecto @Shadow @Fina Drago)

AoE | Animancy | Tick Tock | 1745c2

Duel
▪ Damage: 10295
▪ Play Sheet

Vina Skysong · Feb 18, 2023

120 / 180

Health
-60 HP (Szofrit's Attack)

Status
▪ Location: Team 1 (@Langley, @Magi Heart, @Tetsunosuke, @Zelrius)
▪ Alone Together

It shouldn't come as a surprise that her pleas for a peaceful resolution to this conflict weren't answered.

And it wasn't.

But that didn't mean it didn't hurt. As Szofrit's blade found its mark Vina cried out, feeling merciless cold metal biting into her skin and flesh. She was nimble enough to dance backwards before the magia's strike turned from painful to crippling, but even so she could feel her blood flowing out, sliding down her arm to drip onto the ground. Enough to interrupt her performance, if only for a moment before the playful vixen started playing again, unwilling to let silence rule this endless void.

I can't convince you to sheathe your blade? I really have no intention of fighting, so you'll just have to listen to my performance until the end~ Maybe you have a song you'd like me to play?

There was a slight tremor in her voice, as she didn't like speaking about her own death so casually. Still, she stuck to her words, ignoring the pain that now accompanied every movement of her arm as she let her violin's voice sing.

That was, until the Szofrit that sought her demise by blade alone disappeared, and Vina found that there were now others here as well. She recognised all as having been part of the battle before, although only one she knew on a personal level.

Zelrius? (Seeing his detached arm her eyes widened.) Hold on!

For a moment her music was forgotten as she hurried over to her friend, but before she could reach him the swordsman was already standing, rushing forward to bring the fight to this new manifestation of the Mother of Machines. Vina blinked as the red-haired human seemed to be ignoring his agony in favour of charging with a desperate frenzy.

The others weren't looking too good either: compared to them Vina had gotten off easy. Another man who'd lost an arm, and the pink-haired evoker had a deep wound across her torso. Looking up at the one responsible for this the vixen shivered as she looked into Szofrit's eyes.

They weren't even cold. Cold would have been better than the nothingness in that gaze.

But if the void hadn't been able to cow her, then that empty gaze wasn't going to do it either. And she was no longer alone: strangers they may be, but in Vina's eyes they were friends all the same. Friends she could support and be supported by, as together they stood against an entity which would snuff them all out if they surrendered.

I don't want to fight, but I can't stand by and let my friends get hurt either.

It was far from ideal, but just like when they'd been carving their path through the army of magia Vina would just have to endure the violence and hope that it could bring about the best future. Back when Vintergard had been attacked by Falderen's forces it had been the same way: sometimes a conflict between two opposing forces could only be resolved the hard way.

She didn't like it, but she wasn't so naive as to deny it. But that didn't mean she'd stop trying.

Right now the most important thing was for all of them to get out of this alive. She had friends on her side now, but each of them was still alone in their mind. Each had their own beautiful, vibrant personality, but she'd have to help them realise that they were in this together if they were to stand a chance.

Licking her lips she brought the bow of her violin to the strings once more, another song unfolding itself in her head. Not a song to banish the dark, but to bolster her allies and weave together their personal songs into one performance, a performance to turn them into a candle that, tiny as it was, still shone in the endless void, a beacon of life and hope.

Rolls

▪ Inspire: +25

(F) Regeneration
(1 + 4 + 1) = 6
Regenerate 6 HP.
Mend | Vina Skysong

(BA) Regeneration
Regain the rolled HP and grant an ally the same amount, or forgo your own regeneration and grant an ally double the rolled HP.
Vina Skysong

(F) Infuse
+15 HP to your regeneration, [defense], or [support] action's target(s).
Mend | Vina Skysong

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (5 + 15) + 25 + 20 + 25 + 25 = 115 / 3 (0 explosions)
+39 HP to 3 targets
AoE | Harmonic Magic | Vina Skysong | 1745C2

Healing @Magi Heart for 44 HP
Healing @Tetsunosuke for 56 HP
Healing @Zelrius for 44 HP

Duel
▪ Damage: 10570
▪ Build Sheet

Blader X · Feb 18, 2023

55 / 100

Health
-60 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
+10 HP (Mitigation)
+11 HP (Heal)
+0 (Overheal)

Status
▪ Location: Team 2 (@Chrys / @Seigi Ling Ling / @Harper / @Ueno Mizuki)
▪ Alone Together
▪ Protected by XX

Blader > had the wind knocked out of her as she missed the counter with her first blade and her stance opened from the overwhelming force of the incoming swing. Death was staring her straight in the face but at the last moment she was shielded by something, a Cubey's love, as the windforce of the blow bouncing off her outdated tinker companion punched through her and left her with a somewhat lightning-looking cut (>) on her forehead.

"Gwah?! Oh no you don't! X criss-cross counter!"

She wheezed bringing her second blade down awkwardly to trade a blow as a kick then sent her flying through the void.

"I'll beeeee *cough* backkkk"

And then she was as she seemingly ended up with some people.

"All right team, let's huddle up... wait huh? Where'd you guys come from, ehhhhhh Seigi? Mizuki? Some other people I don't know? Wait, am I dead?"

Blader > then saw Szo and shuffled a bit so the remaining part of her name pointed the 'less than' side at her.

"Heh."

Blader > winced a smile as her eyebrows sank into a wicked grin.

"Well here we are, just another, one last battle, like always. You guys know how it is. Let's just do what comes naturally, except me because nothing ever goes right for me."

Blader > walked past the group as she called forward.

"Well Skynet, this time I'm the one walking ominously towards you! Square up!"

Her swords rattled their sheathes in anticipation of the coming conflict as she continued her approach, reaching back, she patted Cubey, as it continued to whir. Thanks buddy, I know I can always count on you.

Rolls

▪ Buff: +00 (1)
▪ Save: +10 (Alert)
▪ Inspire: +00

(P) Overheal
When receiving heals or healing others, you or your allies may go 30 above their max HP.

Blader X

(F) Regeneration
(2 + 4) = 6
Regenerate 6 HP.

Mend | Blader X

(BA) Regeneration
Regain the rolled HP and grant an ally the same amount, or forgo your own regeneration and grant an ally double the rolled HP.
Seigi Ling Ling

(F) Infuse
+5 HP to your renegation, [defense], or [support] action's target(s). Seigi Ling Ling, Blader X (self)

Mend | Blader X

Counter
1d100 (66) + [20] + 10 + 0 = 96
96 damage
Counter successful, 20 damage added!
Mitigate 10 damage.

Arcanamancy | Blader X | 1745C2

Duel
▪ Damage: 10,666
▪ Build Sheet

Kamala Graham · Feb 18, 2023

Kamala expected her pleas to fall on deaf ears. She didn’t want to die right then and there, not until she was reunited with Ayna and Chrys and found them to be safe and sound, so she tried her best to defend herself despite the panicked paranoia rising up from within her. She expected the consequences of her action, the response of an attack. What she didn’t expect was for that change to occur, for the face of her attacked to shift and transform, and to suddenly be surrounded by allied faces, some familiar and others new. Oh, thank Gwyndolainn I’m not alone!

"Are you guys all right? Here, let me help!"

As quickly as she could, Kamala channeled the mending spirits of harmonious nature to heal those she could, those they would, the ones that seemed the most in need of healing. The spirits, despite how they helped the elf, were a finicky bunch. Often, they’d choose their own patients, though never against Kamala’s wishes. She just gives them a semblance of autonomy. In this case, she let them choose who among their five deserved their grace, and they chose a magia, a blonde man, and the elf herself.

Rolls

(F) Infuse
+15 HP to your regeneration, [defense], or [support] action's target(s).
Mend | Kamala Graham
+5 HP to self @MAI @Bradwynne

(F) Regeneration
(1 + 4 + 1) = 6
Regenerate 6 HP.
Mend | Kamala Graham
(BA) Regeneration
Regain the rolled HP and grant an ally the same amount, or forgo your own regeneration and grant an ally double the rolled HP.
Kamala Graham
+6 HP to self & @MAI

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (7 + 19) + 25 + 20 + 25 = 96 / 3 (0 explosions)
+32 HP to 3 targets
AoE | Mend | Kamala Graham | 1745C2
+32 HP to self @MAI @Bradwynne

Duel
▪ Damage: 10666
▪ Build Sheet

Chrys · Feb 18, 2023

Endurance was one of Chrys’ greatest assets, and enduring everything that “Szofrit” threw at him was what he did. It was no easy feat, as the deranged priestess of progress was expectedly powerful. She had to be, otherwise, all those mind-controlled magia wouldn’t make sense. Yet Chrys wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t even mildly spooked. He’s faced the blue screen of death before, especially in the middle of a trial, so this was somewhat milder.

Ah, she’s switching gears… Her true form maybe? A form worse, or at least more powerful, than earlier ago? Should be fun.

Even as he thought that, he scowled. He had been whining about how this seemed too much work for so little pay, and he felt that to be true. Only the memory of his Guild Master Cessia in his mind’s eye kept him here, on the battlefield. Otherwise, he would’ve left long ago. He would’ve been at peace.

"All right then. If anyone’s got a heal, I’d appreciate even just a tiny bit. If not, that’s fine. If anyone needs it more, that’s fine as well. Just don’t die, I guess."

He shrugged as he eyed the faces with him. They were…smaller than he expected, but they were most likely stronger than they’d look. How many times has this game proven his expectations wrong? Enough to stop me from assuming anything, to be honest. He’s had smaller companions that have kept him alive far longer than he thought possible.

Manifesting his Thousand Sparkling Gold through his Auric Geomancy, he chucked levitating magic-infused rocks from the earth beneath their very feet at the damned robomama. As soon as those made impact, turned into sand, they swirled back toward the group, around three of them, boosting their defense via a translucent golden shield swirling around them. Activating his own golden shield, he heaved a sigh, preparing for war. Can’t die until Cessia pays me…

Rolls

▪ Save: +25

(BA) Savior
Give 3 targets within range 25 to a save roll next cycle.
Aura | Chrys
+25 to a Save Roll next cycle: @Chrys @Blader X @Elizabeth Lixshine

Ultra Protect
1d100 (28) + 25 + 20 = 73
73 damage
Give 3 allies within range the Protected State. You are Vulnerable.
Aura | Chrys | 1745C2
Protected State: @Blader X @Ueno Mizuki @Elizabeth Lixshine

Duel
▪ Damage: 10739
▪ Build Sheet

Ash Vargold · Feb 18, 2023

I don't want to die.

Szofrit's claws sank into soft flesh, stealing away both breath and lifeblood. Black started to creep in at the edges of Aisling's vision as she struggled against her. There was no flesh to bite, no weak points to target, only the machine's impossible weight.

I don't want to die!

And then the weight was gone, leaving the memory of pressure and a crushed windpipe. The sound of approaching footsteps sent a fresh spike of anxiety through her... but the voice she heard wasn't Szofrit, or anyone else she'd heard before...

She found the energy to sit up, and looked up at a woman barely holding herself together. She didn't need enhanced smell to pick up the overwhelming smell of iron that made her go pale.

But... there were other people. She wasn't alone. For a moment the stutter in her chest stilled. She nodded thankfully as @Kyanna Wynne stitched Ash's throat together with fungal threads, and @Cadmean wove magic to hold it together. She lifted a hand to it and coughed a few times - it still burned, but less. "T-thank you," she stuttered, and wobbled upright.

Was it truly the strength of their spirit that brought them together in this void, as @Creature declared? Or was it just Szofrit, giving them a flicker of hope before extinguishing it?

The impossibility of the reality around them was painfully familiar. "I've seen something like this before. Some kind of simulation..." But there were no glitches here to exploit, no math to break, and somehow Aisling doubted they would pop out of this place whole and healthy once it was done.

"Don't... don't worry about fighting. We just need to survive."

The others had their magic, could she do the same? She tried to remember the way to shape her thoughts to call for aid, and felt a flicker of response - impossible to interpret, but there all the same. A sense of cold settled around her, and then around Kyanna. The first, incomprehensible whispers of the ones who'd come before them, died before them, ready to do what they could to save them from the same fate.

I don't want to die...

What this group needed right now was Ash. What she needed was Ash, with all the strength of will and levelheadedness that came with the facade. Alas, Aisling had none of that.

...but she was getting better at lying.

"Ffffucking shitty bootleg Skynet," she croaked, standing between the group and Szofrit. The chill intensified as the shadows of arms crept out from beneath Ash's clothes, nearly invisible within the void. They spread into a web of boneless arms and grasping claws that stood between Szofrit and the rest.

I can't let them die.

"Can't wait to see the... the look on your face when we pull your goddamn plug!"

Taunting (490)

Rolls

Protect
1d100 (58) + 20 + 20 = 98
98 damage
Give 1 ally within range the Protected State
Guard Arts | Ash Vargold | 1745C2

Protecting: @Kyanna Wynne

(BA) Ultra Taunt
(98 * 5) = 490 threat
Ash Vargold

Duel
▪ Damage: 10,837
▪ Build Sheet

Nyx · Feb 18, 2023

142 / 160

Health
- 60 HP ( cycle update ) [ 160 > 100 ]
+ 41 HP ( @Lilith heal ) [ 100 > 141 ]

Status
▪ Location: ???
▪ Team 4
▪ Vulnerable ( due to multi-attack )

Pain danced at the edges of her awareness. It was accompanied by the scent, and the taste, of fear; decadent rivers of chocolate and cream that nuzzled the back of her tongue and perfumed her nasal cavities. When a sudden dry heat tempts her, the spice from a chili pepper making her lips tingle, the stupor she had found herself in abates.

They appear in the darkness like tumbleweeds. What was once a vacant shadowy landscape absent of beings other than her, suddenly alights with four distinct signatures. The only familiar one, the chili pepper heat that warms her chest, screams in agony and Nyx tears her gaze from the Mother of Machines to glance in @Madison Freebird 's direction.

Blood drips from the gunslinger's ruined hand and Nyx thinks for a moment to reach out, to console this woman who has been by her side playing this wretched fucking game, but the shadows close in. She disappears again.

@Jin's maniacal laughter draws her attention. Violet eyes can only widen as the Bloodsworn sheds his mortal coil. Instead, the sword-maiden is left to gaze in abject horror and awe at the beast—no, the creature—which sways before them with serpentine grace. The edges of her mind fracture infinitesimally.

A small shudder wracks her body. She realizes, with a start, that the wicked swirl of dark chocolate and buttercream is her fear signature and it turns to rot at the opening of her throat. It takes everything within her not to gag. The clench of her fingers around the pommel of her rapier serves to retrain her focus, steady her hand, and not give in to fear.

Even though Desiree kicks and screams and wails about the injustice of this game, the terror that stands before her—before them—in two parts, Nyx had to remain steadfast. She reinforced the iron walls between her present and her past, ignored the pounding at the base of her skull and the hard gallop of her heart, pressed her lips together in determination, and narrowed her eyes.

What is death to those who have died? Nothing more than an old friend.

And there was no reason to fear old friends.

Rolls

(BA) Duelist
+30 bonus damage when you attack an enemy in melee. (x2 from mechanics = 60 bonus damage)
Nyx

Multi Attack
1d100 (49) + 20 + 10 + 15 &
1d100 (96) + 20 + 10 [ ( + 15 ) * 0.5 ]
228 damage
You are Vulnerable.
Pierce Weapons | Nyx | 1745C2

(Light Armor Ability) Surge
Pick one then copy and paste your choice:
→ +75 to any Xd20 or Xd100 rolls
~~→ +6~~ haste or movement per AR
→ Revive 3 visible allies
→ +18 to inspire

Multi-attack increases other bonuses by 50%
Duelist: 30 + 15 = 45
Surge: 75 + 37 = 112

228 (base multi-attack damage)
+ 45 ( duelist, attack 1 )
+ 45 ( duelist, attack 2 )
+ 112 ( surge, attack 1 )
+ 112 ( surge, attack 2 )
= 542

Duel
▪ Damage: 11,379
▪ Build Sheet

Seigi Ling Ling · Feb 19, 2023

64 / 250

Health
-200HP (Szofrit's Attack)
+32HP (Heal)
+11HP (Healed by @Blader X)

Status
▪ Location: Team 2 (@Chrys / @Blader X / @Harper / @Ueno Mizuki )
▪ Alone Together
▪ Protected and Shielded by Mizuki

Seigi touched nothing.
Seigi shared nothing.
Seigi's words were heard by nothing.
Seigi felt nothing.

Except for pain. A ludicrous amount of pain as one by one, she could feel the cold stinging sensation of each fracture of her spine getting broken. Crack crack crack. Seigi's legs started to feel numb, the same as her arms, and her torso. Yet, she moved on. Yet, she stood alive.

It was a simple matter, really. If the darkness holding Seigi's brilliance was bottomless. Then she simply had to become bottomloss...er. Her brilliance would become an ocean against this ignorant fish pond. Even if her body'd end up mangled and beyond recognition, she would continue fighting. The meaning of impossible was for her a mere suggestion. After all, she wasn't alone. They weren't alone.

Then, the Machina changed its form, giving Seigi much-needed room to recover from her hunchbackery. Giving their unbreakable spirits enough freedom to break past their mortal limits just the same. They were together, alone. United fighting and falling just the same.

"Oh, hey!" Seigi called out, grinning from one end of her face to the next. How she could still move? Guts. "Feels like ages..." Except, Magi was not here! Boo. "As far as I know, we just have to find her power-off button! Every robot got one. Though I heard stairs are formidable opponents for them, too." She tried to give some helpful advice before shaking her head.

"Alright! Listen up." She pointed at the robot. "Stop crying over your booboo, you're just imagining it anyway, and FLEX her into submission!" Of course, Seigi's voice was weirdly empowered.

Just like that, Blader > became Blader >c, nearly there! Stay sharp.
Just like that, Harper's paining headache was soothed by Seigi's nonsensical babbling. A fair trade.
Just like that Seigi's broken SPINE was less broken The power of Shounen.

Of course, unlike before, the little hero was now quicker on her feet than before. Paying extra attention to any incoming attacks.

Rolls

(P) Corruption
(14 + 3 + 17) = 34
+34 to attacks, buffs, or heals. +17 to checks.
Corruption suppressed.
Corrupt | Seigi Ling Ling | 1745C2

Roll Result
34/13 = 2 | Remainder: 8
2d20 (10 + 11) = 21
Risky | Seigi Ling Ling

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (16 + 1) + 25 + 25 + 21 + 8 = 96 / 3 (0 explosions)
+32 HP to 3 targets
AoE | Harmonic Magic | Seigi Ling Ling | 1745C2
@Blader X @Seigi Ling Ling @Harper

(BA) Rush
Double your total movement count this cycle.
Seigi Ling Ling | 1745C2

▪ Damage: 11,379
▪ Build Sheet

Asher · Feb 19, 2023

105 / 205

Health
- 100 HP ( cycle update ) [ 205 > 105 ]

Status
▪ Location: ???
▪ Team 3
▪ ~~Vulnerable ( due to ultra-protect )~~ Protected by @Luna Avalbane

Both the voices in his mind vied for power. Kristoph never knowing patience a day in his life wanted to strike out the moment Snofrid got within range and Asher, he who had adapted to life here and honed his body to be more reactive rather than proactive, wanted to wait. In the end, he both waited too long and did not strike early enough because her hit blindsides him.

His ears ring. There's blood in his mouth which he immediately spits out and he finds the world around him tilting to extreme degrees. He is uncertain which way is up or down until he hears the determined cries of those around him forced through the void. He swallows, he steels himself, and without looking at whoever stood next to him, he extends the essence of himself to wrap around them.

Not for a single moment did Asher believe that he would be able to take on this...woman...all alone. It simply was not possible. And he did not mind overextending himself if it meant he could keep others safe and if those others were willing to get the job done.

Rolls

Ultra Protect
1d100 (74) + 15 + 10 = 99
99 damage
Give 3 allies within range the Protected State. You are Vulnerable. ( @Luna Avalbane @Eva @Marigold Diablo )
Guard Arts | Asher | 1745C2

Duel
▪ Damage: 11,478
▪ Build Sheet

Hanno Futaba · Feb 19, 2023

128 / 300

Health
~~-200~~ -185 HP from Szofrit (Vulnerable, 15 damage mitigated)

Status
▪ Location: Team 6
▪ Alone Together
▪ Vulnerable from Ultra Protect
▪ Lion's Knight

The duel with Szofrit was intense, leaving the faerin warrior breathless as he felt a warm liquid rolling down on his face, with his helmet showing a big dent, result from a powerful strike that only wasn't deadly due to the knight's constitution and because of his gear.

How much he missed his shield and Ghast during those times had no amount of words to describe- But his surprise was still large when spotting a trio of familiar faces, and a singular stranger that was severely wounded.

Hanno's eyes grew wide open when noticing the lack of legs from the allied magia, reaching for her and offering a support if she desired. "Damn it, she got the best of us, didn't she?" His teeth gritted, trying to keep a firm hold of his buddies, and trying to help those who needed to stand back to their feet.

"Hang in there--" Hanno muttered, frowning his lips. "It is all or nothing now." He added, taking a deep breath and protectively wrapping his allies in flickering in a dome of protection to each of them.

"Schilva! We may need your help, buddy! You are the quickest from us, so y'know what to do-!" Hanno asked, hoping that the group wouldn't be too scattered- But he had faith on them, he had seen them fighting before, and if he was as fierce as a lion, they were as resilient as tigers.

"Cleo, I will shield ya too, so keep us standing and fighting-!" If there was someone that could give them the second wind they needed to survive now, it was her, his fellow Lion that regardless of their different views, was reliable and could reinvigorate their strength according their needs.

"Toko, I got'cha back-! So be the nightmare of that robot--" She was the one with the mightiest strike between them. There was no way Szofrit would endure the kicks of that lepus- Maybe she wouldn't be defeated right away, but at least she would be staggered enough.

"Buddy, hang in there... And if you can help, do it. I promise I will cover you too." Hanno muttered to the legless magia while standing between her and the incoming danger, a stranger, but a tenacious warrior as well, considering she was still alive.

Clenching his fists, Hanno braced himself, ready to protect the lepus that was now the face first of their vanguard, and those who were engaging from the rearguard.

Rolls

(BA) Savior
Give @Toko, @Hanasakura Okami & @Schilva Flasch within range 25 to a save roll next cycle.
Aura | Hanno Futaba

Ultra Protect
1d100 (15) + 25 + 25 = 65
65 damage
Give @Toko, @Cleo Looker & @Schilva Flasch Protected Status
Aura | Hanno Futaba | 1745C2

(F) Guardian
Mitigate 5 damage to @Cleo Looker, 5 damage to @Schilva Flasch and 5 damage to @Hanasakura Okami.
Aura | Hanno Futaba

Duel
▪ Damage: 11543
▪ Build Sheet

Erick Stryker · Feb 19, 2023

150 / 180

Health
-30 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
+10 HP (Mitigation)
+00 HP (Heal)

Status
▪ Location: Team 7
▪ Alone Together
▪ Not Vulnerable
▪ Not Protected
* +10 stored from Charge

Her weapon drove into the darkness beneath them, cracking the foundation with a violent sound that resonated all around them. She relentlessly threw her fists at him, wreathed as they both were in gilded wings that shone brilliant light and beat back the darkness within its domain. He was a pocket that denied her everything she stood for, and despite the immense pain that she poured out at him, he did not bend, did not bow.

Did not break.

Yet neither did the abyss beyond. Contained in a protective cocoon of light, the bruises and contusions melted away as quickly as they formed, welts from her metallic fists flattening away as his muscles rapidly renewed themselves, drinking in the breath of a manufactured divinity. He wasn't deluding himself into believing in intervention, or that he wasn't alone- he was entirely focused on the power he had gained- for himself.

His eyes fixated on the Machine Progenitor, he peeled backward as something faint reached through the fog of war, and he saw them. More allies. More of those who would stand against Svofrit, and against the destruction of Astorea and perhaps even the world beyond. It had to end with this stand. Their stand.

The Healer, he knew. @Kamala Graham hurried to the side of those few who appeared in the dark nearby and channeled her healing prowess to nurture them back to health. Her benevolent spirits were born of the land itself, not divine, but powerful in their own right. Even so, a product of the system, still her own might.

She gave warmth and life anew to @Bradwynne and @MAI , a man and a Magia- curiously, one of whom he recalled hearing about in the recent attacks. None of that mattered right now. If she bore arms against Szofrit, if she stood on the right side of this conflict and showed repentance- even if it was temporary, even fleeting- she was worthy of his protection.

They all were.

Even @Lune , she who had sought to pilfer Tyldr's Light. "Steady as she goes, Lightstealer," he called back as Szofrit's assault peeled away, and his wings splayed out. He was a Bastion of the Last Light, a Bulwark that stood between them and Destined Death. "Do not let them stray from your side, and watch carefully. I'll show you something that can't ever be stolen."

Erick lifted the blade high, and from the Heart of Holy Fire, a pillar of light streaked skyward, radiating outward and wreathing his allies in its warmth. His original intentions came full circle as he instilled them with reassurance and conviction, certainty that he would not simply stand aside and watch them die.

With or without Tyldr watching- because gods, unlike men, did not value faith.

They valued action.

Rolls

▪ Buff: +00
▪ Save: +00
▪ Inspire: +00

Counter
1d100 (21) + [10] + 15 + 15 + 10 + 87 (Magi's buff) = 158
158 damage (failed Counter)
Guard Arts | Erick Stryker | 1745C2

(BA) Shield
Mitigate 10 incoming damage to yourself or a [defense] action target.

158 damage

Duel
▪ Damage: 11701
Build Sheet

Yugam · Feb 19, 2023

Each vicious strike that Yugam threw at the mechanical mother struck true, perfect in all it's savage finesse, and yet she remained standing hale and hearty, as if the Puppetless Master had not even touched her. Her pristine form, undisturbed, only infuriated Yugam further with each and every blow he delivered. Until she struck back with one her own.

The blow was like freight train, careening through the man, an unstoppable force. It was a miracle that Yugam hadn't been reduced to a paste right then and there. Instead he was sent tumbling through the black, forced to use his momentum to roll to his feet, blood-blade digging into the floor to skid to a stop.

He was only now vaguely aware of the presence of others, that he was no longer alone. But a quick look at the piece of lifeless steel cast aside was enough to renew the man's rage. So focused was he, that the lifeless corpses, corpses of people he knew, nor the presence of his supposed beloved registered in his mind.

"Ela tho, putana!" he spat at the magia, a snarl forming on his lips. "Thos tin piso se mena prin se skotoso kai tsantiso to ptoma sou."

Still no answer. Just the cold uncaring gaze of something that was never alive in the first place.

"Fine then."

The weapon in Yugam's hands broke apart, becoming two blades as the man lifted them high into the air. Suddenly three times the length, he brought them down in a long arc, the crimson edges cutting off any approach towards @Alcea .

@Luthien | @Alcea | @Aerial | @Rael

Rolls

(BA) Duelist
+40 bonus damage when you attack an enemy in melee.
Doubled due to thread mechanic
Yugam

Protect
1d100 (23) + 25 + 25 + 25 + 80 = 178
178 damage
Give 1 ally within range the Protected State
@Alcea
Hemomancy | Yugam | 1745C2

Duel
▪ Damage: 11814
▪ Build Sheet

Rael · Feb 19, 2023

She awakes to the sound of her heart hammering in her ears, to the wavering melody that is another's voice and the tears that overflow the emotions they would otherwise keep concealed.

She awakes to an unkind reality, no different than she had abandoned it, and she is unsure if even all that much time has happened to make a difference. Rael gasps, forcing air back into her lungs as magic not her own surges through her nerves, soothing and mending her previously broken self, and all she can do is to remain speechless in another's lap.

She had tried, and she had failed.

Her dry mouth can scarcely produce a sound, and it is instead her hand that lifts to meet Luthien's, squeezing tightly as the pink-haired elf's eyes close, bereft of clever ideas or illustrious passages through which illuminate their way in the dark.

What is she but a collection of failed works, their foundation so easily toppled with but the might of swift, relentless steel?

A lamenting fool, perhaps. Wouldn't that be the kinder thought? Abandon the hope carried deep within her chest, leave room for something to grow anew and hope - no, pray - that it is enough the next time her resolve is put to the test.

See the Hunter with his hateful gaze and the blood that coalesces into an instrument to carve the song of his despair into his enemies, his body trained into a stance that speaks not to the experience of a battle-forged warrior but a caged beast. He will not suffer his captor to live.

See the Dreamdelver cradle her in sweet embrace, their shared language a soft caress to a once unbeating heart, unable to comprehend the reality she so often shies away from is not made of the same stuff as the fantasies she visits at nighttime. Both bite, yet only one has the power to endure, and she has yet to figure out which one.

See the little girl, a stranger and yet a fighter in her own right, with hands that bleed with their own quiet kind of violence, the self-inflicted kind. Tattered and broken; pushing and pushing like she does not know when enough has been given. Those flickers of change on a bloodied face tell enough of a story on their own.

See the life that has been extinguished, laying not too far ahead from where she herself should have been. A kinder fate could've been brought into being, yet whose red thread was it that decreed them not to live, but to suffer the consequences of a war waged in the name of an unknown enemy? See the life of someone who will rise yet again, as she herself had done.

See the Storyteller who thinks herself content in remaining a witness to countless tragedies, felled by the blade of a life dedicated to safeguarding the secret of her corrupted love, her corrupted caring and understanding.

See her lean onto her friend as she picks herself up again, piece by broken and fragile piece, and weaves her reality into being from a wish, from a prayer, that falls to her lips as her continued defiance of the world that the Mother of Machines would see created.

A prayer that reverberates within the hearts of those able to be reached by those words, carved not from lies, but purpose. A projection of her will to create the single strand of fate that would see a better reality be given to others.

Whom she speaks to is unclear, as is if anyone would listen, yet she does it anyways. No matter the poor state of her throat, no matter the difficulty or strain, she wishes for it to be true as much as she does for someone to just listen.

"If you could retell the story,

wouldn't you want to tell it kinder?

Wouldn't you want to give them peace,

even love, where you could?

I am tired of re-writing tragedy without change. Let them live. Let them learn. Let them love."

@Luthien @Alcea @Yugam @Aerial

Rolls

▪ Buff: +00 (1)
▪ Save: +00
▪ Inspire: +00

AoE Power Heal
4d20 EX (11 + 2 + 10 + 1) + 15 + 15 + 15 = 69 / 3 (0 explosions)
+23 HP to 3 targets (Rael, Aerial and Alcea)
You are Vulnerable.
AoE | Harmonic Magic | Rael | 1745C2

(BA) Revive
When you target a dead ally with a [support] action, bring them back to life at 50% HP and grant them the support effect.
• Used on Aerial.
Rael

Duel
▪ Damage: 11,814
▪ Build Sheet

Fuxi · Feb 19, 2023

When the whole world had gone black, Alina had merely thought the game had glitched out. Or maybe the servers went down. Or heck, maybe the power went out in her home. Any number of things could have been responsible for the sudden shift in the game. Except, she was still a fox-girl. Her tail still swished back and forth. Ears still perked up when the presence of another suddenly made itself known.

"Oh, hi, uh, are you a mod or admin or som-AH!"

The sudden attack left Inari lying on the ground the wind knocked out of her entirely. She huffed and wheezed trying to pull air back into her lungs. When she was finally able to breathe, the girl propped herself onto her elbows and glared at the woman. "Hey!" the fox shouted angrily, lips curled back, canines bared. "That was fucking rude!"

"BLAZING EXCALIBUR!"

And the place was alight with an orange glow.

"Holy hell, are you kidding me, who are you, Rambo!?" Inari shouted at the boy who was trying to cauterize his own wounds with fire. The boy's clothing began to glow a soft blue. No, not the clothing. Rather the pollen, seeds, dirt, all manner of earthly debris that clung to his form, before the all began to sprout into strange plants, dusting him with pollen of their own, that slowly began to close his wounds. "I, uh...hope you're not allergic to stuff...sorry..."

@Sean Poteitoku | @Marigold Diablo | @Eva | @Luna Avalbane | @Asher

Rolls

Heal
2d20 EX (2 + 13) + 5 + 0 = 20 (0 explosions)
+20 HP to 1 target
@Sean Poteitoku
Nature Magic | Inari | 1745C2

Duel
▪ Damage: 11814
▪ Build Sheet

Harper · Feb 19, 2023

122 / 150

Health
-60 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
+10 HP (Mitigation)
+32 HP (Heal)

Status
▪ Location: Team 2 (@Chrys / @Blader X / @Seigi Ling Ling / @Ueno Mizuki / @Elizabeth Lixshine )
▪ Alone Together
▪ Protected by Ueno Mizuki

Szofrid wouldn't budge. Not even an inch.

Nicole had training partners on the bigger side before, on which some of her techniques became much harder to do. But even then her techniques would still work, or at the very least they would still move, even if she couldn't complete the throw. Her technique was that good.

With Szofrid, for all she knew she was trying to sweep a mountain.

Her eyes widened, the tigress freezing in sheer incredulity at what had just happened. There wasn't any doubt in her head that she executed the throw correctly, and as opressive as Szofrid's presence could be, physically she didn't seem to be bigger than some people she had trained it with the past, so it left the beastkin dumbfounded that she couldn't even make her move.

Not that she would have much time to dwell on it, as she found herself getting lifted by the arm she was gripping before, Szofrid deciding to sending her head on a deadly crash course towards the solid darkness beneath them. Fortunately for her, falling was something that happened on an regular basis in a judoka's training, and she had been learning how to fall properly from her first ever class.

Tucking her chin and bringing her shoulders forward, she would do her best to breathe out and relax as she was thrown into the ground. However, while this did certainly stop her brain from spilling out a hole on the back of her head on impact, she was still thrown onto solid ground with an enormous amount of force, and her insides certainly felt it.

Ribs cracked, air left her lungs, and for a moment Harper found herself stunned as she laid on the ground, gasping frantically as she tried to catch her breath, managing to do so just in time to dodge Szofrid's follow-up. Rolling and hip escaping away, she would get up and prepare for a charge that never came, Szofrid fading away and some new faces fading in to her side, some familiar and some new.

"Mizuki! Treat for sore eyes, lemme tell you! Where have you been?" She'd look at the fellow beastkin with a smile, happy to have some company once again in this void. She would also recognize someone else, though she didn't exactly share happy memories with this one, looking at him with a slight frown.

"And you... Are the dork that threw dust on my drink back at that poker table. I hope your skills make up for your manners, you dolt." Not exactly the happiest or warmest of welcoming words, but deep down she still appreciated the extra manpower Chrys brought. Beggars can't be choosers, after all. And they would need every speck of help they could get.

"That ain't the type of attitude that'll get you alive out of here, you know? You gotta believe in yourself, even if reality and logic themselves don't support you. That's how you stay a winner." She would encourage one of the new faces, the one named Blader X, as she ruffled her hair a bit with her hand before turning to another new face in the one named Seigi, who was now doing her best to pump the group up.

"Well, if you are so sure..." Her smile would turn into a grin as she warmed up her shoulder joint. "I bet five pieces of gold the button is on her temple. Let's test it out."

She walked up Szofrid. Despite her wounds, her will was unbroken.

"OIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, ROBO-BITCH! If you are so goddamn perfect, why don't you turn the lights on and face all of us straight on? Are you, perhaps... SCAAAARED?!"

The obnoxious but earnest attempt to get Szofrid's attention would be followed by Harper charging in, dipping down as she got close to feint a double-leg takedown before throwing an overhand right with all her momentum behind it at the magia's temple as she came back up, seeking to catch Szofrid off-guard.

Warm flesh and bone would crash against cold metal, sickening noises echoing throughout the void. But ultimately, it was a matter of who's will was going to give out first.

Rolls

(BA) Duelist
+30 bonus damage when you attack an enemy in melee.

Harper
Counter
1d100 (97) + [20] + 15 + 15 + 30 = 177
177 damage
Counter successful, 20 damage added!
Mitigate 10 damage.
Guard Arts | Harper | 1745C2

(F) Taunt
(177 * 3) = 531 threat

Harper

Duel
▪ Damage: 11991
▪ Build Sheet

Tetsunosuke · Feb 19, 2023

57 / 190

Health
-200 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
Immortal activated
+56 HP (Heal from @Vina Skysong)

Status
▪ Location: Team # 1
▪ Alone Together

Tetsunosuke reeled in extreme pain as he withdrew from Szofrit after she had brutally countered his assault. The term "machine" really suited her as she aimed for that small yet fatal opening of his battle stance, puncturing through his heart. As he saw his own injury, he really wondered if he was really dead at that point, as he could see the deep gash on his chest that the blade had created. But yet, it seemed that he still actually had his own magia body underneath the facade of his own body back in the real world.

For the first time in his entire life, he was truly celebrating that something was an illusion.

But still, he still found himself in a precarious situation. Although the magia core that he had was far more durable than a humanoid heart, it was still punctured through enough that energy was leaking from it, and another blow might shatter it entirely, and that might be over for him.

As he was pondering on how should he finish this ordeal in this situation, he then saw some more outlines around him. After some time, it became apparent to him that other people had been transported into this area, and now they numbered 5 in total. One of them, apparently a beastwoman (@Vina Skysong) tried to heal everyone around her, including him, as soon as she saw their injuries; and the injuries seemed grievous indeed. Two of them even lost their arms in what was presumed to be that same attack by Szofrit. One of those two also got healed by the beastwoman, but it did not stop his train of thought that they were in a tight situation...

A distinct voice then intruded on Tetsunosuke's line of thought. The voice sent chills through his spine although he was not programmed for that sort of thing, which astounded him. But it was that voice that he had remembered in the battlefield, as one of the foes that he had fought against while he was mind-controlled. This one was a pain in the arse to handle due to her eccentricity, but he knew that he can at least rely on her to at least destroy the robot before them.

Mustering his knowledge in magitech, he then recalibrated his own body so that he could gather enough magical energy from his surroundings into his circuitry, and then deliver it to that petite yet deadly girl (@Magi Heart) in form of healing microwaves that would stimulate the cells into multiplying hastily and safely. It was magitech that he had learned while he was still controlled by Szofrit, now he would try to have Szofrit taste the power of her own medicine.

Rolls

Heal
2d20 EX (1 + 7) + 20 + 5 = 33 (0 explosions)
+33 HP to 1 target (@Magi Heart)
Magitech | Tetsunosuke | 1745C2

Duel
▪ Damage: 11991
▪ Build Sheet

Lune · Feb 19, 2023

Health
-165HP from Szofrit's Attack

Status
▪ Location: Team 7
▪ Vulnerable from Ultra Counter

What came was unforeseen, as Lune never saw the attack coming even with her divination, causing a massive piece of steel to pierce her torso. Not the one she had before, but it certainly hurt the same way. Tumbling backward several times before recovering, the steel reaver slowly got back on her feet.

A lot of blood came out of her chest and her mouth. If she was a normal human, that attack would definitely kill her.

Her effort seemed futile, but then something shattered. The space itself broke, revealing others that were also advancing toward Dragonhead, each with wounds of their own. They were also been fighting, like her. There's @Kamala Graham who she recognized, @Bradwynne, and @MAI.

Then there's @Erick Stryker, who tried to foil her plan back in Ilmea's Lament. In a way, he did succeed. "Time guy," She called out to him, to which he responded back. "Steady as she goes, Lightstealer,"

"How many more hits can you take? The others looked like they would drop down with a single sneeze." Lune walked up to him, spitting a mouthful of blood away to the ground. Erick glanced back over his shoulder, smiling. "I could do this all day."

"Good," She clapped her hands together, before separating them, a gravitational force expanding to cover their front.

"Do not let them stray from your side, and watch carefully. I'll show you something that can't ever be stolen."

Lune smirked, standing behind him with her arms extended to the sides.

Rolls

Ultra Counter
1d100 (2) + [30] + 25 + 25 = 82
82 damage
Ultra Counter failed, 30 damage added.
Mitigate 5 damage. You are Vulnerable.
Astramancy | Lune | 1745C2

(F) Torment
Deal 20 flat damage to an adjacent enemy.
Lune

(F) Guardian
Mitigate 15 damage from yourself or allies when you target them via an action or a BA.
Aura | Lune

(BA) Shield
Mitigate 15 incoming damage to yourself or a [defense] action target.
Lune

Mitigating 35 damage for @Erick Stryker

Total Damage: 102

Duel
▪ Damage: 12093
▪ Build Sheet

Complete 18+ Main Story (S4 Finale) DRAGON.end - Phase 3

Lilith

Guest

Notice

Ilusa Nakhalee

❮ The King's Own ❯

Magi Heart

Guest

Tick Tock

❮ Queen Slayer ❯

Vina Skysong

❮ Lyrical ❯

Blader X

Guest

Kamala Graham

❮ Pathfinder ❯

Chrys

❮ Stalwart Defender ❯

Ash Vargold

❮ Dissonant Exterminator ❯

Nyx

Seigi Ling Ling

❮ Dissonant Exterminator ❯

Asher

❮ Shield of Hope ❯

Hanno Futaba

❮ Shield of Hope ❯

Erick Stryker

❮ Blade of Hope ❯

Yugam

❮ Pathfinder ❯

Rael

❮ Lore Seeker ❯

Fuxi

Harper

Tetsunosuke

Lune

❮ Steel Reclaimer ❯