Complete Main Story Vintergard (S4) Hope in Danger!

[Chrys]

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+24 HP from @Kamala Graham Heal (Previous Cycle)
-40 HP from (DEAD.naught) Gunhead Attacks (@Azykia bump)
+34 HP from @Kamala Graham Heal (Current Cycle)
Protect Aura activated for @Chrys @Kamala Graham [whoever else in D7]

Things went to shit. Again. What did Chrys expect? It was war, they were in the middle of an invasion by killer robots. Anything less would be meh. He gritted his teeth as he held the ballista tightly, getting a little stressed by all the damage that he's been taking, which wasn't even a lot, considering he was thicc af. As if on cue, someone's corpse was thrown at him, though he barely budged, only taking a step or two maybe to keep himself upright, still holding tightly to his new best friend, Dave Ballista.

Oh, wait, do I know this...girl? Chrys took a few seconds to try and guess who the corpse used to be but could not find any answer in his tiny little brain. It didn't help that Kamala came running back to him, the bearer of bad news: @Ayna Nietzsche had apparently bit the dust. Well, what did she expect, charging into the damned thing like that? If I didn't know any better, she was just trying to one-up Kamala's death count. At least Kamala healed him, though, but his attention had now departed its focus from the recently departed corpse around them.

❰ Excellent Jade Outshining Eclipses ❱

While his Auric Geomancy sheltered Kamala and another nearby person with its protective barrier of barely visible grains of sand and earth, Chrys aimed the ballista straight at the DEAD.naught's head, exhausted at its many, many tricks. I'm too old for this shit. He was not. Physically, at least. Mentally? That was another story. He shot the giant metal man thing again, knowing it wouldn't be the final shot, but hey, at least he was contributing to the thicc Terminator's death, eh? Well, probably not as much as the corpses like the one next to them and Ayna, but it is what it is.

Rolls

Movement: D7 (Ballista)

@Chrys @Kamala Graham [whoever else in D7] gains save roll advantage (Protect Aura)

Expertise Check
2d100 (Disadvantage) (69, 75) + 90 = 159 - 15 = 144*3 = 432 total damage
Fitness | Chrys | 1341C5 | Advance Ballista Tuning 7D

DEAD.naught (Ballista)
▪ HP: 574/20000
▪ Remaining Data: 17% ↓
Play Sheet Link

 

[Lune]

1 / 285

Location: The Top
Adventurers Guild: Platinum Rank
Vulnerable
Immortal
-120 HP from Dynamic Lightning Rush (Vulnerable)
-20 HP from bleeding (flat)
+78 damage from @Cain Darlite

He responded.

"Kenji!" She shouted. Taking over the machine, he opened the hatch to reveal his face. Somehow, the man was still alive, albeit connected to a bunch of cords. "How do I— How do I get you out?" The djinn lamp was there along with his head inside the hatch, and on command, she wrestled it out of the tangled cables and rubbed it on Quinn's cheek.

A djinn appeared. There was almost no time left, they have to sever his connection to the machine or all hope would be lost. Using his last wish, Quinn commanded his djinn to kill him; the only way for the DEAD.Naught to be unable to utilize its power. It all happened so fast, Moonsong had no time to react. "Wait—"

The djinn exploded, sending the lamp down into the cliff. For a second, the green-haired head celebrated his victory, before the machine took control, proceeding to slowly delete his consciousness. His whole memory. "Kenji? What happene—"

BOOM

The big mech reached impossibly fast speed, trampling everything in its path. It took the brunette every strength inside her to hold on to the hatch, and every willpower she had to maintain the aura shield around her body. Normal people would have their skin burnt alive and their organs turned inside out by the sheer gravity force of the dynamism, even causing both her and Quinn to phase in and out of space constantly.

I'm gonna take you to the big stage, I promise.

He muttered.

The clock is ticking down. That moment was the last chance for him. There she was in the crowd, her hands together, praying for both of their dreams. The big stage, the top.

Even as his memories were quickly deleted, his promise persevered. Even after those lonely five years, his memory of her never faded. Where was she, during the lowest points in his life? Paving her own way to the top?

Disgusting.

Too busy? Too far away?

Excuses.

Thinking that she was the only one suffering.

Tears ran endlessly down Moonsong's bloodied cheeks. Maybe if she hadn't flown too close to the sun, this nightmare wouldn't happen. The golden destroyer continued its high-speed run, attempting to crush Camp Hope once and for all. The lives of everyone here shouldn't be risked because of her selfish wishes.

Almost there.

He was so close to his dreams. Their dreams.

"Kenji, that's enough." With the last power she had, the songstress crawled back to where the hatch was. She looked at Quinn; his peaceful face. "We're already here," her voice cracked, unable to hold back her emotions. "We're together." Caressing his face, her fingers trailed on his left cheek while unfazed by the chaos unfolding in her surroundings.

Quinnbot moved so fast, that time froze for both of them. For her, it was their moment; their only moment.

"Stop running. Just stop thinking about that promise. We are not destined for greatness." The girlfriend gazed at her boyfriend, the man who declared that he would be her last love. "But we were made for each other."

"Stay with me."

Moonsong pulled Quinn's face onto hers, locking their lips in a reunion she had longed for the painful five years. The kiss lasted for an eternity; blazing fire, crackling lightning, and dark smoke all stopped around them. As their lips slowly parted, she focused every single particle of her energy into her hand, forming an ethereal sword. A blade containing the strongest power of all.

The power of love.

"I love you."

Still holding him with his left hand, the lover swung her sword, severing the connections of the cords into his head. Then, time started to move once again.

Rolls

Movement: Movement: The Top

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (46, 92) + 20 + 20 = 396 (Crit!)
396 damage
92 + 20 + 20 + 50 + 78 = 780
Gain the Vulnerable state
Slash Weapons | Moonsong | 1341C5

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: -210/20000
▪ Remaining Data: 16% ↓
Play Sheet Link

 

[Asch]

Narrator's Update

The audits are in. As of @Moonsong's post (#202), the battle status is as follows:

DEAD.naught

• HP: -210/20000
• Remaining Data: 16%
• The remaining data will no longer tick down.

Extra Loot

• Extra banner items will be generated for every 500 damage players get below zero.

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

56 / 160

Current location: A4
-30 -60 HP from Dynamic Lightning Rush (Vulnerable from last cycle)
Vulnerable
+35 HP from @Vina Skysong

In the thunderous sounds of war the battlefield erupted, Ronja didn't really grasp the yells of a man (@Yugam) nearing- But the voice that came along with the screams, bringing a known sentence into her ears made Ronja interrupt her escape.

Quickly, she turned to look at @Fiora Di Angelo, her camera eyes retracting and clicking twice as she took a step toward her. "Fiora!" Her terrified expression faded away, being overtaken by a wide smile and a near leap toward the woman, which was only halted by the man that was struggling in her arms. "A-Ah, who is..?" Before she could muster a question, the sudden approach of the DEAD.naught disrupted her attention.

The scorching flames neared, and Ronja quickly pushed herself in front of Fiora and Yugam, trying to shield them from most of the flames. "Ghhn-!" She gritted her teeth, feeling a portion of her skin melting. There was no escape, they needed to bring that thing down before it was too late!

But for that, people should be able to act.

"F-Fiora! Rush with this guy, Ronja needs to get the others back to their feet!" She called, with her eyes flickering as she stared forward, seeing many wounded allies from afar.

Tapping her feet together, her jet boots allowed her to blast off with cyan flames, allowing her to quickly approach the battlefield. Her Aidlings had run out at this point, but she could still bring some help with her own capabilities.

❰ Infusion - Healing Factor ❱

"Just a little more, everyone!" She called, raising her hands and releasing a healing gas through her magitech backpack, allowing it to flow through the battlefield, and touching the wounds of @Ueno Mizuki, @Erick Styker, and @Bradwynne, with the latter being met with Ronja's faint smile, as she knew he would work together with her in this hope for salvation.

Rolls

Movement: Moving from C5 to A4

Roll Result
4d20 (19 + 11 + 9 + 1) + 25 + 15 + 10 = 33 for @Ueno Mizuki, @Erick Styker, & @Bradwynne
Power Heal | Magitech | Ronja Bubblyfoot | Coordinate with Brad | 1341C5
Coordinating with @Vina Skysong (She gains +10 on her Power Heal roll)
Becomes Vulnerable

Play Sheet

 

[Siondhe]

-51 / 220

Scythe Mastery ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Spirit Magic ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Aeromancy ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Corrupt

Location: C6
Ripper Damage: 64 (Vulnerable) damage over time.
Eruption: 30 damage (Vulnerable)
Marked: You have been seen (Teleported - Expires in 00:375:45)
Vulnerable
Deceased.

Something had shifted in the battlefield, a change in the tide. She could feel the energy as those Starcalled around her that had rallied to the support of Camp Hope began to surge forward - somehow feeling the closure of conflict coming. Even Kyra could feel it, the shift in...everything.

She hadn't prepared for combat, her scythe hanging at her side, but her entire build focused on helping others. Something that she would keep in mind for the future, but for now she put aside. She needed to help the others, had to make sure they were okay.

She felt the small burst of energy as someone - she couldn't quite see who, in all the chaos - healed some of her wounds, the feeling washing over her and clearing away the fade that had begun to creep into the edge of her vision. She could see others ahead, others who needed her help.

"I give, willingly in sacrifice, this energy that I hold within myself...may it provide to you comfort, may it provide to you protection, may it provide to you what little I can give...this gift I give willingly, so that it may ensure you continue..."

The words fell from her tongue as she stepped towards the figures in the distance, dragging herself across the field in an attempt to get closer. Her feet felt heavy, the pain soaring through her body from the brutality that she had endured thus far slowing her, fighting against her determination to help them. She felt herself stumble slightly, her knees hitting the ground hard enough to scrap off skin.

Her eyes shifted slightly to the wound that seemed to bleed without end. The pain of it had become little more than a dull ache, even as she felt herself slowly becoming number with the passing seconds. A flicker at the edge of her vision caused her to jerk slightly, a familiar face appearing in the edge of her vision.

"I won't...let you...take this from me..."

Vern. She had no idea why his name suddenly appeared in her mind. All she knew, was that she wouldn't fail here, wouldn't give up yet. They needed her, need her help.

"With this breath...I pass on to you the last of my energy, may it keep you...safe in these final days...May the Reaper Everlasting Guide You Upon This Path...Nulli Secundus..."

She could see it, waiting in the distance. It was so familiar to the things she'd seen in the legends, the imagery that she'd so carefully tried to craft for herself. A smile touched her face even as the scythe reached out towards her, ready to envelope her and guide her forwards, even as her face turned cold from the dirt beneath her.

Rolls

Roll Result
2d20 (17 + 15) = 32
Kyra Vashtana | 1341.C5 | Vern's an Asshole More than Ever

Movement: C4 -> C6
Power Heal (AoE)
4d20 (3 + 3 + 11 + 12) = 29 + 25 + 25 + 25 = 104 (Total divided by 3)
+35 HP to 3 targets (@Erick Styker, @Ueno Mizuki, @Aroda)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Spirit Magic | Kyra Vashtana | 1341.C5 | Modifiers: 25 25 25

@Erick Styker | @Ueno Mizuki | @Aroda
Play Sheet
Playtest​

 

[Vina Skysong]

109 / 145

0/25

+7 HP from Heal (@Glamdark)
-15 HP from Eruption
Protected by @Cleo Looker (negated by Vulnerable)
+10 Buff from Coordinate (@Ronja Bubblyfoot)

Busy as she was trying to keep Kyra alive, Vina could only watch and listen as the battle reached its crescendo, the climax which would determine whether all their efforts had been in vain or not. She might only be a support, doing her best to keep the fighters alive while they gave everything they had, including their very lives, to stop the encroaching machine, but that didn't mean that she hadn't risked her life as well. If they still couldn't keep that massive mechanical monstrosity from invading Camp Hope after everything they'd done, it would be a depressing outcome.

Whether it was by fortune or grace, as around them thunder raged and the MEME.naught rampaged across the scorched lands, each step causing the ground to shake, Vina was left untouched, the white-haired vixen being granted a small respite as she worked her magic on both Cleo and Kyra. There were others out there who also needed her assistance, but she first had to take care of the people within her reach.

Once she'd done what she could for those two she turned her azure eyes towards where most of her fellow defenders had been left in the dust by the destructive Magia, seeing that many of them were in bad shape.

A healer's work is never done~ (She gave @Cleo Looker a smile) I'm sure they could use your protection as well~

It looked like the transformed DEAD.naught was beginning to struggle, which did make it easier for Vina to remain upbeat even in these dire circumstances. She looked up as spectral swords spread out across the battlefield, one flying towards her as well. With a quick whistle she summoned a gust of wind to redirect the sword, forcing it to make a sharp U-turn which gave her the opportunity to grab the hilt with both hands before being lifted from the ground.

Letting herself get carried towards her destination by the flying sword felt a bit like taking a zipline, so much so that she actually enjoyed the flight for as long as it lasted. Once she was in position she let go of the sword, allowing it to fly of its own accord as she whistled again to summon an updraft which slowed down her fall enough that she landed smoothly. Of course, creating an updraft above a burning field meant that she also was hit by a column of fire, forcing her to hold her breath and close her eyes for a brief moment as a scorching heat flared around her.

Once the updraft had disappeared together with the fire spike Vina straightened up and inhaled deeply, then gave everyone an encouraging smile.

We're almost there, just hold on a bit longer!

It was times like these that the job of the bard was to rouse the spirits of their companions, keeping their morale high so they could stand tall even at the very end. It was natural for morale to ebb after such a hard-fought battle when people had pushed themselves to their limits physically and mentally.

Pulling her flute out of her inventory once more she put it to her lips, deciding on a more inspiring song this time. This wasn't a time for soothing melodies, it was time to invigorate her allies and replenish the bravery which had brought them to this battlefield in the first place, being willing to put themselves in harm's way for the sake of a brighter future.

As she began to play her song she sought out those who needed her assistance the most. @Fina Drago, her dear friend, looked like she could use all the support she could get. @Hanno Futaba, who'd risked his life for her before, was also in a bad shape after having sustained all the punishment their adversaries could inflict upon the heroic faerin's frame. @Ronja Bubblyfoot, her fellow support who'd also done everything she could to keep everyone standing, was clearly exhausting every tool she had. Seeing the healing mist spreading out Vina realised that she could use that to her advantage as well.

Her song caused the winds to stir, the colder airs from up high granting a reprieve from the scorched battlefield as their swirled around her allies, her music filling their bodies and minds with new energy. At the same time, those winds helped direct Ronja's healing mist, forming wind tunnels which guided the concoction to where it needed to be while at the same time preventing any of the medical mixtures from dissipating into thin air.

❰ Muse of Heroes ❱

Rolls

Movement: C4 → B4 → A4 (Power Heal)
Power Heal (AoE)
4d20 (12 + 5 + 6 + 17) + 25 + 15 + 15 + 10 = 35 (Total divided by 3)
+35 HP to 3 targets (@Fina Drago, @Hanno Futaba, @Ronja Bubblyfoot) (Explosions: 0)
Gain the vulnerable state
Harmonic Magic | Vina Skysong | 1341C5

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Regeneration
1d8 (1) = 1
+1 HP to 1 target (@Fina Drago)
Mend | Vina Skysong | 1341C5

Play Sheet

 

[Hanno Futaba]

79 / 325

Current Location: B2 - Lions Pride Knight
-60 -120 HP from Quinn Bot (Immortal from last cycle negates)
-15 -30 HP from starting on Burning Tiles (Immortal from last cycle negates)
Immortal fades
Swapping Ultra Hinder for Power Heal
Becomes Vulnerable
+35 HP from Vina Skysong
+43 HP from Bradwynne

Hanno scowled as he saw the blast against the poor girl from afar (@Azykia), gritting his teeth as he saw another strike, this time sending the familiar wolf woman away (@Ueno Mizuki), crashing against another ally and making Hanno hold a breath.

The quips didn't bother him, but what did bother him was the way the robot was reacting to whatever was causing it to corrupt-- Just before it blasted and sent Hanno knocking away, slamming against the ground and his Shield wrapped him around her tentacles, trying to cushion his fall as he lingered in the last remains of his health.

"D-Damn it-" He coughed, looking up to see the robot still faltering. He struggled, trying to stand just before he felt a relief in his wounds and body, a soothing melody coming from @Vina Skysong, that brought him back to his shape, and making him turn to look at her with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Vina. We will get to the end of this!" He said, turning to face the enemy.

@Quinn was still there? If so, they needed to act, fast.

Rushing, Hanno blasted off as fast as he could, holding his Shield up as she flailed her tentacles and devoured the flames that were in their path.

He could see @Aroda's reckless abandon, being engulfed in a fury that left her defenses entirely open.

"That's a hell of a shot, buddy! But it is my turn to cover ya!" Forcing himself in front of her, Hanno did what he did the best: To try and protect others, gesturing with his hands and calling forth the power of Rhiannon to aid his Magia friend.

❰ Goddess Call - Divine Protection ❱

As the aura surrounded Aroda, healing her from her wounds, Hanno shifted his glance at @Ash Vargold and @Bradwynne, swaying his arms and redirecting the divine energy toward the two of them, combining his own divine magic with Bradwynne's, and finally enclosing his three friends with an inspiring and protective aura.

They weren't going to fall!

Rolls

Movement: Moved from A4 to C6

Roll Result
4d20 (15 + 5 + 7 + 1) + 25 + 20 + 10 = +83 HP for @Aroda
Power Heal | Divine Magic | Hanno Futaba | 1341C5

Being target of @Bradwynne's Coordinate.

Protect Aura
@Aroda, @Ash Vargold, & @Bradwynne gains save roll advantage

Play Sheet

 

[Ayna Nietzsche]

⋇⊶⊰✦⊱⊷⋇

-180 / 160

-320 HP (80*4) from (DEAD.naught) Gunhead Attacks (B4)
DEAD

Not a bad first death, if I say so myself.

The timing couldn't have been any more perfect. Ayna had just finished performing her devastating combo, which she had done twice, when the DEAD.naught's gunhead turned its full attention toward her. She felt everything stop, the entire world coming to a screeching halt, as if someone had just pressed the pause button on their remote control, as if this was all a movie, as her eyes grew wide when her face met the gunhead's barrel dead on.

Most people love to say how eyes were the windows to someone's soul, but since the gunhead didn't have eyes, its barrel would have to do, and damn, wasn't it very poetic that all she could see from it was the unending darkness that argued for a machine's lack of soul?

Huh.

For a split second, before everything else turned black, Ayna still managed to put on that characteristic playful smirk of hers. She was pretty glad she didn't have to see her own body getting cast aside, thrown away, like she was some rag doll. Would've been a pretty cool image, though. Shit like that would never happen to her from where she came from. Nothing exciting, nothing intense, ever happens to her back there, in that boring, grayscale, boxed-up world.

Was this how it felt for @Kamala Graham when she died? Eh, at least now we're 1-1. Hehehe.

Warning

Ayna Nietzsche, you are dead. If you are not revived within the time limit, your body will reconstruct at the nearest sanctified location.

 

[Rael]

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41 / 140

Location: A6
Normal
Marked: You have been seen (Teleported - Expires in ??:???:??)
-30HP from Dynamic Lightning Rush (Halved)
-15HP from Nemesis' Ripper DoT

[ "Could I trouble you for assistance?" ] Rael's script hovered in the space before @Toko's eyes, translucent and intangible, fed by the woman's inner reservoirs of mana, which were soon to run dry after the extensive efforts to keep herself awake, as well as others. She reached out a hand towards the warrior, willing sufficient strength into her body to stand after having received yet again another beating.

A storyteller's resolve did not falter in the face of tales developing in front of their very eyes. It did not falter, for a missed opportunity to chronicle history could consign the faces that had earned the people their victories to obscurity; nor did they ever relieve themselves of their duties - not until the last line of the last paragraph of the last chapter yet to be written had been accounted for.

In the face of adversity, heroes would rise to fell the villains who threatened to destroy all they had sworn to protect. In the face of adversity, Rael found one such person - a lepus whom she leaned on for assistance, her body already starting not to answer her in the ways she wanted it to. A simple glance underneath, touching the magical ink of her quill to an exposed injury, saw it seal of its own accord, sealing itself off almost completely. Like it never had been there.

[ "Thank you. This... This will do." ] Carried to safety by the one whose wounds she'd repaired, Rael sat on the remnants of stone which once made up the defensive wall surrounding Camp Hope, eyes flitting over the battlefield until they settled on that monstrous machine waging its war against Hope's defenders.

Her gaze lowered to the woman whose name it had called, information falling into place as she picked up her quill and wrote the lovers' lament.

Oh, wandering love
Farther with every mile
Know no defeat
Through ice and dragon fire
​

Dayeon, the one whom Rael had met as the daring knight by the name of Moonsong, forsook the imagery which had one defined her as the fierce protector of the peoples, having fulfilled that duty to the best of her ability...

No, not the best.

One remained to be saved.

And Rael witnessed her attempts.

Her power.

Her love.

And she wrote of it all.

Come back to me if I fall
Please believe you once loved me
Though you don't know me
​

Puzzle pieces fell together through the crackling of thunder and blows which would soon spell the machine's defeat, invoking inspiration and relief upon the combatants who charged one after the other. Few were those who cared for the fate of the two who stood most to lose upon the battle's conclusion.

Smoke fills the skies
All the world's a burning ember
Shall our love die
With no one to remember?
​

History wasn't a stranger to the stories of lovers who met their demise at the hands of powers laboring to keep them apart. History wasn't a stranger to tragedy, and thus, neither was she to the possibility of how two stars meant to cross paths, could potentially only do so one last time before their time was up.

The storyteller scratched out a line of her story, breaking her vow then, and she wished.

She prayed, with all of her might, for the Knight's lover not to meet their end.

She prayed for a spin on the tragedy already in motion, for it to be changed.

She could give them an alternative ending.

She would...

No matter what.

She would.

Hold on to me and what was
Please believe you once loved me
Though you don't know me

Come back to me if I fall
Please believe you once loved me
Though you don't know me​

---

Movement: A4 > A5 > A6
Playsheet Link

Roll Result
2d20 (12 + 3) = 15
Nemesis' Ripper DoT | Rael | 1341C5

Stable Heal 1: 20 + 10 (WR) + 10 (MR) + 10 (Support Passive) = +50HP to 1 target (@Toko)

 

[Cleo Looker]

149 / 180

Vulnerable

Oh god, Mizuki was on that strange bloodlusted warpath that she had been on during the tunnel escape, wasn't she? That wasn't good, the wolf woman was going to get herself absolutely murdered if she continued to just recklessly advance and attack enemies like she was doing, unless she received some assistance and protection from an outside source.

It looked like she was going to be that outside source, as Cleo moved through the battlefield, continuously manifesting crimson spears that circled and flew through the air, zigging and zagging in order to find their targets. Some launched at threats, whilst others sought out three specific individuals. Her friends @Vina Skysong @Fina Drago and @Ueno Mizuki were all subject to walls of spears that rotated around them, protecting them from damage.

Rolls

Movement: C4 → B5 (Ultra Protect)

Ultra Protect
1d100 (82) + 25 + 25 + 25 = 157 -15 = 142
142 damage
Give @Vina Skysong @Ueno Mizuki @Fina Drago the Protected status
Set self Vulnerable status
Arcanamancy | Cleo Looker | 1341C5

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: -352/20000
Play Sheet Link

 

[Fina Drago]

62 / 160

-60 HP from Dynamic Lightning Rush (Protect negated)
New cycle
Burning damage negated (Ice King's Regalia)
Gain Super Vulnerable → downgraded to Vulnerable (Protected by @Cleo Looker)
+35 HP from Power Heal (@Vina Skysong)
-30 HP from Eruption (Vulnerable)

It was still not dead. The damn abomination was still kicking and fighting back, even throwing around fighting words. Though... something happened. In her half-conscious state, Fina glanced up and spotted... another player hanging around the cockpit area? It didn't take long before the whole thing took off and toward the wall again. It was getting dangerously close this time... but the feline wasn't sure she could even make it all the way to it again. Her legs were barely moving, and her consciousness was fading as her body sustained even more damage from all the fire and lightning, only kept together by the healing spells of others.

Cold. A sudden surge of cold had re-awakened her senses. A spell from someone? It was soothing, finally putting out the stray flames that were gnawing at her clothes and body alike. It was as if she had gotten a second wind. And it wasn't all. Countless magical swords were flying toward the damn bot, picking people along the way. Nodding to herself, Fina had caught one of them and let it carry her, doing what her legs couldn't anymore.

It had brought her all the way above the machine. Was it... standing still? Had they already defeated it? No, she had no guarantee. The rear of the tank was exposed from before, and thus, the cat would let go of the blade and descend, a spear manifesting in her hand. Wielding it with all of her might, she had one last huzzah, piercing the exposed machinery before harshly crashing on the ground, unlikely to get up again anytime soon. It was only after a moment that she noticed several spears from @Cleo Looker that had softened the landing, despite one thinking that they'd be incapable of doing so.

Rolls

Movement: A4 → B5 → C6 (Action)

Burst Attack
16d20 exploding (12 + 16 + 3 + 17 + 1 + 1 + 18 + 17 + 18 + 8 + 4 + 20 + 9 + 10 + 17 + 9 + 8) + 50 = 238
238 damage (Explosions: 1)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Pierce Weapons | Fina Drago | 1341C5

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Fina Drago | 1341C5

Burst Attack
16d20 exploding (8 + 7 + 3 + 17 + 17 + 7 + 5 + 2 + 9 + 4 + 11 + 10 + 9 + 12 + 20 + 14 + 4) + 50 = 209
209 damage (Explosions: 1)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Pierce Weapons | Fina Drago | 1341C5

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: -799/20,000
Play Sheet Link

 

[Ueno Mizuki]

62 / 180

0/25

-60 HP from Dynamic Lightning Rush
-80 HP from Gunhead Attacks
-15 HP from Eruption
+33 HP from Power Heal (@Ronja Bubblyfoot)
+35 HP from Power Heal (@Kyra Vashtana)
Protected by @Cleo Looker (Negated by Vulnerable)
+50 Damage Buff from Positioning

She'd felt her fangs tear through the metal, the sharp fragments cutting up the inside of her mouth before she spat it all out. Such a powerful attack left her open to retaliation immediately afterwards, and surely enough the giant mecha swung one of its guns at her, not even bothering to shoot her with it as it instead launched her away. Cleo's spears had absorbed the brunt of the impact, but even then Mizuki could feel her bones cracking as she flew through the air before impacting with something soft. At the speed at which she was flying, however, that just meant she rolled the rest of the way like a ragdoll before she managed to sink her claws into the dirt and bring herself to a sliding halt, leaving deep grooves in the earth.

As her wolves let go of the mecha's legs to reconvene with their alpha Mizuki spat out a mouthful of blood, sweat covering most of her body along with enough blood that it made her fur look like it had received a new coating. Her head was spinning, and it was taking a lot of effort just to push herself from the ground, every breath being living agony as the scorched air scalded her lungs. It would have been much easier, and smarter, to leave the rest of the fight to others while she focused on recuperation, but her bloodlust hadn't been sated yet.

She was going to keep attacking until her prey stopped moving.

Fortunately, there were people who looked out for her, making sure that her suicidal recklessness wouldn't be the end of her. The heat of the battlefield abated as ice formed on her body, the otherwise unpleasant chill instead negating the fever that was wrecking Mizuki's body. A healing mist also helped her clear her head a little as her bones mended themselves to the point they would no longer break from the force of her own movements. Looking up Mizuki saw that things were coming to a head: those who could still fight were congregating around the mecha to break it for good, while everyone else was prioritising the survival of the wounded.

Under different circumstances, Mizuki would have done the sensible thing and assisted the wounded. Instead, her heterochromatic eyes saw countless swords flying overhead, all of them moving towards the MEME.naught.

It doesn't matter how sturdy it is if it can't finish the job!

Gathering what strength was left in her body Mizuki pushed herself upright, then barked at her wolves to stay with @Magi Heart and Haito (@Raid Boss). Reinforcing her legs she jumped high enough to land on top of one of the flying swords. Taking a deep breath she leapt from sword to sword, quickly closing in on what remained of the MEME.naught. From the looks of it, the damn thing was already beginning to fall apart from all the damage done to it by her allies. Which was a good thing, because Mizuki had already been pushing her body past its limits ever since they resurfaced, and all the bloodlust in the world couldn't nullify the physical exhaustion that was clouding her vision and making her limbs shake.

As she moved forward she felt more life force enter her, another person who'd apparently noticed that Mizuki was about ready to collapse and had decided to help her out. The appearance of more crimson spears told her that @Cleo Looker was still looking out for her as well, and even in her frenzied state Mizuki still had enough clarity of mind to seek out her friend and acknowledge the protection with a grateful look before she returned her attention to the MEME.naught.

The closer she got the more clear it was that the mecha had already received so much damage that it would probably fall apart even without Mizuki joining the final assault. Shaking her head and sharpening her fangs Mizuki jumped onto the last flying sword, then leapt into the air, transforming into a full wolf as she aimed for one of the mecha's legs. As she transformed the ice armour that Astor had provided for her was incorporated into her fur, making it glitter like cold diamond.

Her last attack lacked the vigour and strength of the previous one: where before she'd managed to drill a hole straight through the MEME.naught's backside she now only managed to strip away some of the plating and wiring, enough to hopefully ensure that the machine would finally fall down and stop moving for good.

❰ Hamstring ❱

Upon hitting the ground Mizuki did her best to create some distance from the mecha, not wanting to find herself caught underneath its massive weight if it did finally go down. Making some distance also gave her the opportunity to set herself up for the next attack, if her prey still refused to fall down.

Even as she told herself that a part of her knew that she was putting up a front: her chest heaved with every breath, and her body felt heavy enough that it was like her bones had been replaced with lead or possibly even gold. She refused to fall down, but at this point, it'd be a miracle if she could force herself to move beyond a slow walk.

If it wasn't for Cleo's spears cutting through the flames to keep the worst of the heat at bay, she might just have been burned on the spot.

Rolls

Movement: A3 → B4 → C5 → C6 (Critical Attack)
Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (55, 56) + 25 + 20 + 25 +50 = 176
176 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Metamorph | Ueno Mizuki | 1341C5

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: -975/20000
Play Sheet

 

[MAI]

37 / 160

-60 HP from Dynamic Lightning Rush [Adjescent tile] (Vulnerable)
New cycle
-15 HP from Eruption

The battle was hastily rushing toward its conclusion. MAI had done just about everything she could have to help. Healing and protecting people... she felt more in the way than anything else. Showing up on a dime simply because she was nearby, joining in because she was curious... but perhaps it was not so bad in the end. Looking at all of the players rushing in, their abilities and weapons breaking down the Hope Crusher. It was, frankly, nothing short of inspirational.

"So this is... their Hope."

After muttering to herself, the broken Magia got back onto her feet and started scrambling up the wall. It, too, was barely holding together by sheer willpower at this point. So much damage was done to it, yet it still stood. As did the camp that lay behind it. She felt no sense of urgency anymore... even if the machine got this close to victory, she could see it and hear it from the distance. The Starcalled would be victorious.

Perhaps only to amuse herself, the girl activated one of the still-standing ballista along the way. Perhaps the bolt would be of some help, aimed at the golden machinery. Perhaps not. She would likely never find out as she slowly wobbled and made her way to where the fighting was slowly winding down. There was... one last thing she wanted to try and explore. Two cords snaked from beneath her clothes like dual tails.

Rolls

Movement: A6 → B7 (Action)

Heavy Attack
1d100 (11) + 25 + 25 + 20 - 15 = 66
66 damage
You cannot move this cycle
Basic Ballista | MAI | 1341C5

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: -1,041/20,000
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[Fiora Di Angelo]

75 / 215

Adventurer's Guild - Platinum
-30 HP From Dynamic lightnign rush

Ever so brilliant, Ronja still smiled in spite of their circumstances, and that little bit of confidence shared itself with her, their reunion in this battle scarred soil prominent enough to function as caffeine on a busy monday. When questioned about Yugam, Fiora chuckled, albeit weakly, before raising her voice appropiately to at least hear herself, all these blasts, bangs, booms and screams had left her borderline deaf by now. "An idiot, that's who-" Her words cut off the moment the magia bolted to action faster than she did, her eyes shifting to gold, hollowing abruptly as instinct took over her body for half a second.

Something told her of their predicament as soon as Ronja used herself as a meatshield. The ronin pushed @Yugam down on her arms instead, becoming a second shield for the wounded man as the flames erupted, their collective effort mitigating the damage done entirely to him, the shine upon her gaze died off just as quickly as it happened into a dull yellow, pain elicited a muffled cry as she bit her tongue once that blaze ate away at her skin, the flames having torn open the back of her kimono, held by loose strands that would give in eventually.

Her arms lost strength for a moment, a warm breathe escaped from her and a quick glance across yugam revealed no wounds, not beyond his coat catching a flame or two that she quickly snuffed out with bare hands. "Hang in there champ, almost out..." She reassured, despite not knowing if he could even hear her out or not now. Her sight flickered back at Ronja, who took an even greater risk mitigating whatever damage would have come her way, but the blue-haired menace didn't cave in despite her wounds, even dispensing orders as flames of her own came out of these jet boots @Ronja Bubblyfoot had for feet.

"Don't you FUCKING DARE TO DIE RONJA!" She roared, loud as a banshee and guttural as a bear. She was left immobile for a long while, pondering between the course of action, yet the magia chose a difficult moment to play hero- She had her hands busy with a fallen one already, yet the path to safety was all her senses could focus on right now.

If she watched her get in danger a second longer she might just do something completely reckless.

All that was left is to run.

And run she did, setting sights to the elevated terrain and making one large leap to crash on top before heading straight for Camp Hope, paying no mind to any other player as it is. From all the ones that mattered, one is out of sight, the other on her arms...

Rolls

Using Rush Movement: Movement: B2 -> E7 (Action)
@Raid Boss With this post I leave the event.

DEAD.Naught
▪ HP: -1,041/20000

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[Valmont]

70 / 100

Location: B7
Damage: 15 * 2 (Vuln) = 30 Eruption

Who knew video games could be such a traumatic experience? He thought his loss in life was the worst thing imaginable, but it turns out Terrasphere is the gift that keeps on giving!

Valmont froze on the wall as carnage unfolded all around him. He could barely process it all now that it was upon him. No amount of real world training had prepared him for this. Perhaps if he had joined the army… No… He looked down at his arm as he was engulfed by the flames of the DEAD.naught… MEME.naught? Its icon kept changing so much it was hurting his eyes. Flames crawled up and around him, and he felt the vague sensation it was there, the perception of pain that should be, but his sensor's safety setting protected his psyche from the inherent trauma of burning alive. But the sweltering heat filled his lungs, he felt it scorch his throat like when he’d first tried to smoke. Implied pain. Pain he watched many of those around him suffer, unable to help as fast as the injuries mounted. A listless, useless feeling draped over him like a shroud, muffling the vibrant colors of the in game world.

Then his investigative eyes saw something his brain didn’t register at first. But his subconscious grabbed it, studied it, tried to make sense of it. When his subconscious knew what it was, it beat him over the head with it.

A player had just zeroed out.

In any other game it would mean little. Here, things changed. He saw in his mind, the little girl ragdoll into a man and collapse like a discarded toy to the ground. As his mind was still reeling, he saw another one drop nearby, trying to heal others.

”N̫̱̤͙̼ͫ̉̆O͙͖͇̤͆͒͛!” He screamed.

Leaping from the wall, heedless of the threat of heat and injury, he ran to them. Tears ran down his eyes, and he barely kept his footing as he scrambled over twisted, melted, broken shards of the ramshackle wall. He got there, and she was so small. So frail. So broken. The other one fared better, but his eyes were glued to the little girl. Octahedrons flicked out, their paths erratic, and hovered over the girls. This time instead of opening halfway, they expanded fully, blossoming like flowers in strange angular fractals of blue light and circuitry. They poured blue-white light down on the girls as Valmont exerted his will on the world.

All the while, he looked like a man haunted. Eyes sunken, staring at the little blonde girl and streaming tears. Shoulders slumped, back hunched over her, barely keeping himself upright. His lips moved, repeating one string of words over and over again under his breath. Pleading.

”Come on Amber. Wake up… Wake up, Amber… Please…”
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Rolls

Movement: B7 -> C6 (Action)

Revive (Critical)

1d20 (20)
Revive 2 target(s)
Magitech| Valmont | 1341C5
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@Azykia @Kyra Vashtana​

Play Sheet​

 

[Bradwynne]

72 / 180

Location: C6
Lion Arms - Knight
+2 movement from Levi's Flying Godswords
-60 HP from Dynamic Lightning Rush (Vulnerable)
-80 HP from collision with @Ayna Nietzsche's dead body (Vulnerable)
+33 HP from @Ronja Bubblyfoot's heal
+41 HP from self heal
+43 HP from self heal
-60 from final Eruption (Super Vulnerable)
Super Vulnerable

As Bradwynne had just finished his chant. he then felt a massive quake within the area, throwing off some burning material all around him. He winced as some of those made contact with his skin as they created grievous burning wounds, some of them even tearing through his clothes and creating burns on his exposed skin. Not long after, something else had collided with him, which then hit squarely on his abdomen, Bradwynne gasping with air as he then tumbled across the burning debris, stripping off his upper body garments entirely as the almost molten ground burned them into ash entirely, leaving his exposed body to be charred anew.

As Bradwynne then recovered from the initial shock and saw what had collided with him, he was taken aback. It was the now dead body of a Traveler, its face now nondescript due to that body rolling around with him in the scorching ground for quite some time. He wanted to cry for the one that he had failed to save, for the others that had suffered the same fate. But he knew that he was still engaging in a battle, and it still showed no signs of ending, and so he should steel himself and do everything in his power to ensure no other people will die again. Especially those who was in the same situation as him.

He then saw the people from his left side who was still reeling from the attack that was done by the huge robot in that area. That had been the epicenter of the tremor that he had faced earlier, and so the should need some help. He then flew towards that area, where he saw the magia from earlier (@Ronja Bubblyfoot), who had also flown back to this area to heal people as she had done a while ago. It had seemed like she had taken notice of the severe burns on his body, as she then released some form of gas, some of it went to his body, soothing his burns. He then followed it up with a divine invocation, healing some more segments of his flesh as his "companion" then tried to treat other people's wounds so that they could survive the next onslaught. But then his focus was directed to the new battlefield just at the middle of the front of the wall. He wanted to go there, but that area was too far away for him to reach.

But then, a miracle happened, as Bradwynne then saw a flock of swords going on circuit as they went to the giant turret and back, although each of them moving in a different circuit. An idea occurred to him that only a daredevil would think of, and he then set it into motion. As one of the swords then moved towards him and was about to move towards the turret, Bradwynne then took hold of its handle and then had himself be propelled towards the area. But indeed it might have been a bad idea, since as he had tried to drop off to the area where the bulk of the fighting against the turret were, he lost his footing as he landed. Fortunately, the ground around him had seemed to be cooled down thanks to the King's regalia on his body, and he only suffered minor bruises. As he then stood up from the fall, he then saw @Hanno Futaba again, the intrepid little defender although still standing was in a terrible condition. But still, even with his myriad injuries, he still looked out for others, casting divine magic to heal other people.

Bradwynne bit his lip. He would not let this person die a single death as long as he was still around.

He then mustered whatever remained of his energy to supplement the spell that Hanno had cast, expanding its healing capabilities, while his "companion" then expended its current existence to heal everyone around it.

Maybe this was the last of his energy, but Bradwynne just smiled, albeit weakly. Who knows, maybe he could still draw on something else. But one thing is for sure: he was here, and he would do whatever it takes for this area to be defended.

Hope will still be left standing until the end of time. And Bradwynne will bet his life on it to the very end.

Rolls

Movement: B4 → A4 (Action) → B5 → C6 (Action)

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Bradwynne | 1341C5

First Action: Coordinate with @Ronja Bubblyfoot

Roll Result
4d20 (14 + 19 + 7 + 11) = 51
51 + 25 + 20 + 15 + 10 = 121 / 3 = 41 HP to 3 targets(@Rael, @Ronja Bubblyfoot, @Bradwynne)
Divine Magic | Bradwynne | 1341C5

Second Action: Coordinate with @Hanno Futaba

Roll Result
4d20 (13 + 3 + 20 + 19) = 55
Divine Magic | Bradwynne | 1341C5

Roll Result
1d20 (3) = 3
Divine Magic | Bradwynne | 1341C5

55 + 3 + 25 + 20 + 15 + 10 = 128 / 3 = 43 HP to 3 targets(@Hanno Futaba, @Hyakin Heliodoros, @Bradwynne)

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: -1041/20000
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[Hyakin Heliodoros]

54 / 210

-15HP ERUPTION
+43HP Bradwynne

The Boss moved, spoke, and caused carnage. And he was too far away to do anything.

“Not.. Cool.” Hyakin gasped out, sliding from the ballista, leaving it bloody behind.

He was too far away to really understand what the monster was saying, and his vision swam.

Never before his health in this game was so low and it felt really shitty. It hurt and with each movement, he felt the broken bones. He was pretty sure that the only reason he was still capable of movement, was the knowledge that this was not real.

The pain was intense.

Hyakin struggled to walk, he even tripped a nd fell. He fell right next to his dented shield.

He gripped it.

“Not… cool. ...Gotta be.. Cool.” Again he muttered to himself, gathering strength and then, he got up and walked. Walked, walked, ran, ran. He ran. Gripping the almost useless shield, he ran.

He wanted to be cool.
A cool knight.
A cool symbol.

And so as he ran towards the machine, he grinned, past the pain. He grinned, he raised his shield and struck the machine. So close he could even hear something. Like a struggle.. He saw Lady Moonsong climbing up. But he simply swung his shield, steadily. One by one.

Ignoring how the fire heated his armour so much that it started to sear his body, he continued. He tasted blood, smelled cooked meat, heated metal and he still swung.

And as he swung, some of those broken bones were being mended by someone. It was warm, it was gentle.

Rolls

Movement: A7 -> B7 -> C6 (Attack)
Steady Attack
6d20 exploding (9 + 4 + 3 + 6 + 9 + 6) + 15 + 5 = 57
57 damage (Explosions: 0)
Guard Arts | Hyakin Heliodoros | 1341c5

MEME.naught
▪ HP: -1098/20000
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[Ilusa Nakhalee]

53 / 160

-60 DLR
Vulnerable

Ilusa felt sick. It had nothing to do with how her health in this world was affected, and for once it had also nothing to do with the fire and the trauma it gave her. No, right now, she felt sick because of the machine, because of the player and how he was affected, after his death.

Only once the Boss attacked them again with the lightning, with shells, she focused again, pushing it to the side.

It made her feel faint when she realised that her healthbar was gouged by the lightning (and it made her limbs tremble) – if she had not prioritised herself, she would be down by now (and one-third closer to never leaving this world).

She looked around and started to cast healing magic, choosing her targets – those that looked really bad, whose health was low. She noticed the dead too, but did not revive them. Those alive were of bigger priority right now – those fallen there was still time.

Light shone again around her as she chanted. Mentally she flipped through various spells. Most started the same when it came to chanting, in middle half was decided and then each word affected the spell and their differences.

The light shifted and became three ribbons of light. Those flew to her targets, attaching themselves to them and sinking into them. It would shower them with the healing magic from inside – a timed heal that would react later, not immediately.

She glanced at Astor – who was casting something, just like the redhead next to him did.

The area was on fire, it was scorched, charred; it looked desolate.

She turned away, readying herself to follow the Boss, when a glint of swords stilled her for a moment. She glanced around, noticing many mounting those swords; and then something cool wrapped around her head, delicate band. The cool from it spread and kept the fire away. The regalia was a delicate diadem crown.

But then, from corner of her eyes she saw a blonde falling down.

Her blood froze. Ilusa froze. Cold instead of cool spread in her body and all thoughts of going after boss fled her mind.

"ASTOR!!!" She screamed, worry and fear colouring her voice. Her fur stood up and she ran towards his fallen form. The felis ran, jumping over corpses and anything in her way, falling to her knees before him... Who was ontop of the redhead and on whom was some weird being. It looked rather twisted, monstrous.. so she just pushed that person off Astor.

She focused on her love, checking his healthbar and she released a sigh of relief when it was not depleted. She understood then that he must have used up all of his energy.

"Oh Astor.." She murmured, brushing hair from his face, before deciding to pull him off the other person (whose health she too checked) and roll him over. Thus she laid him on the ground… And also did that to the redhead, who had heavy armour and was much heavier to roll over.

Once that was done, she knelt next to Astor, raised his back and head, shifted over and laid his head and upper part of back on her knees.

She did keep eye on the monster – but its health was going down and – and she could not bring herself to leave Astor alone. Especially when he was so vulnerable and alone. She just could not.

And so, she stayed there, gently running her hand through his hair, holding his shoulder, leaning over him, with teary eyes, before she straightened, and waited, caressing his hair still.

Rolls

Movement: A4 (Power Heal)

Power Heal (AoE)
1d100 (80) + 25 + 15 + 15 = 45 (Total divided by 3)
+45 HP to @Tenshi @Moonsong @Aroda
Gain the Vulnerable state
Divine Magic | Ilusa Nakhalee | 1341c5

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[Schilva Flasch]

5 / 130

Combat Log:
-15HP from Eruption
-60HP from Dynamic Lighting Rush
=-75HP total

Status:
VULNERABLE (x2 DAMAGE TAKEN : NEGATED)
PROTECTED (1/2 DAMAGE TAKEN : NEGATED)

Oh, well, thanks! That's the nicest thing anyone's said all w-HEY, WAIT A MINUTE!

Bouncing back a safe distance and realising the poisonous nature of the MEME.naught's compliment, Schilva was ready for another strike when a horrific being of dark ichor and bulging eyes slammed itself against the machine; it addressed him directly, as a 'best friend'. Lost for words in his confusion, Schilva could only think to ask how this thing knew him.

Who-!?

Then, it registered to him. The smile behind the dagger-like teeth, the lapis-into-peach arrays of eyes, the pomp and circumstance it straightened itself with...
...oh, gods. This was-

Frey! @Frey Elzeiros! What did- WHAT DID THIS THING DO TO YOU?!

As the creature ignored him entirely and preached in a vaguely familiar fashion, Schilva was forced to shield himself from a blast of hot air as the machine-player began 'breathing' heavily. Vision obscured by the scalding steam from its outtakes, Schilva feels the ground-shaking charge before he sees it. Having learned from his previous mishap, he had immediately sheathed his blade to protect it from the blast of incoming energy, but had no time for much else.

Thrown aside by the sheer passing force of the DEAD.naught, his whole body is wracked with searing electricity that threatens to overwhelm his senses, health not so much dipping as disappearing instantly. Instead of landing on the scorching earth though, he feels a soothing, balmy chill as he thuds to the ground after the dizzying shock.

Swirling cold energy shielded Schilva as he staggers to his feet, sore all over and smelling of burnt hair. Even though a light tap from the enemy could probably spell death from him right now, it had run off to deal with some sort of internal struggle over at the wall, so he had some time to survey the scene he'd been left behind at.

In addition to the slumped form of the warped creature he'd met with earlier, flying swords were dispersing around from this area. Following their trajectory down, he saw underneath the beast the bodies of some armor-clad commander type, as well as King Astor. @Ilusa Nakhalee was already rushing to their assistance, pushing aside the...the...

...ffffoul beast!

His words indistinct from shock-induced slurring, Schilva's steps begin slow and staggering, but within a few steps he'd already accelerated to the speed of a bicycle, then another few to a speeding car, then another few-

Ahmmm gonna...

Tackling a body of this comparative size into motion required several things. First, a sheathed-blade bracing to avoid cracked ribs on impact, then a significant amount of reckless strength and finally an even more reckless amount of velocity. Even so, the way Schilva took off with the ink-dripping body of the beast would seem nearly natural to him, despite the utterly impulsive decision only having been made in a post-brain-frying lapse of judgement.

He was going to bat this thing right into the damned machine and kill both threats at the same time!

...fffuckinnn make yyyou spitthhhimmm ouutt!

...wait.

This thing wasn't registering as an enemy. Flicking on his Investigation Mode just moments before letting go, Schilva realised a little too late that a player health bar on its very last legs popped up next to the creature.

Then, his muscles responded to a command already set in stone and tensed in one crucial burst of outward strength, all the momentum gathered from his extreme speed exploding from his sudden stop into his scabbard and flinging the creature's body away from him like the world's most awkward baseball foul.

Ah, wait-!

Its fate was already decided, though. The misshapen thing that he'd mistaken for some monster or another that had devoured Frey...was, in fact, Frey himself. Wincing, Schilva elected to not look as Frey's unconscious body careened on a crash-course into the gap in the DEAD.naught's armour, where its delicate inner circuitry was most exposed. Something of that size HAD to break something when it struck, at least...

Rolls

Movement: A4 → B5 → C6 (with Frey)
Rushing with Frey's body and tossing him at the boss

Sneak Attack
1d100 (14) + 15 + 10 + 25 = 64
64+30 (Sneak Attack Bonus) +50 (Exposed Plating bonus) =144 damage
Slash Weapons | Schilva Flasch | 1341C5

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: -1242/20000

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[Toko]

66 / 200

　Adventurers Guild - Platinum Rank

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Movement: A4 > B5 > C6
+27 HP from @Ronja Bubblyfoot
+63 HP from @Ilusa Nakhalee
-60 HP from Dynamic Lightning Rush
25 DMG mitigated by Levi (@Raid Boss)
-15 HP from Eruption
+50 HP from @Rael

It had all been a blur, and the lepus had barely managed to keep up with it all. The redhead’s warning reached her ears in the nick of time, causing the hare to twist as she felt to open a path for the incoming flying swords. The change was enough to off-balance Toko, the fighter now tumbling down the side of the large tank-turned-mecha before rough landing on the fiery ground beneath. Any pain she might’ve felt was soon washed away however, the magical traces of a blue-haired magia and a felis quickly patching any wounds Toko might’ve sustained, before the hare noticed the flying swords about her form.

A glance back was given to Levi, a wordless nod of affirmation given to the Lord Commander, before the brawler turned to give a thumbs up to both healers. The motion was short lived however as lighting erupted all around them, the dazzling display causing the hare to close her eyes in response even as her ears could hear the magical swords from Levi clink as they absorbed some of the stray electrical rays. They weren’t enough to stop them all, but Toko was still thankful for the assistance provided as the shock finally dissipated—her breathing rough and labored even as the fire licked at her feet.

["Could I trouble you for assistance?"]

Words flickered through the air shortly after the hare opened her eyes, her vision adjusting before turning to look at the pinkette elf that had approached. Healing energy quickly flooded her senses once more as Rael placed a hand upon her back, reinvigorating the brawler and clearing away enough of the exhaustion her body had felt for one last bout. A nod was given in response as Toko noticed the resolve in the woman’s gaze, her arms extending backwards to offer the elf a piggyback ride as the hare smirked.

"I’ll get you close, but you’ll have to choose when to hop off alright?"

The pinkette was agreeable to the terms provided, and before long the hare had been zooming through the burning tiles with her temporary charge on-board. At one point she felt the light weight of the elf drop away, her arms unliking from around Toko’s neck, and a quick "Stay safe!" was given without glancing back as the hare rushed towards her goal.

A blinding light suddenly flickered, causing Toko to wince, before the fighter felt an energy within her suddenly stir. The pale golden aura engulfed her moments after, surprising the hare who hadn’t bothered to call upon her Battle Spirit’s mastery, before her eyes zeroed onto a weak area in the mech’s armor. As if by instinct she’d immediately changed course towards that particular gap, a rushing shooting star that blazed through the ground towards her target, before a flurry of blows were delivered onto the spot with careless abandon. Ith the last solid kick Toko felt the energy flicker and dissipate once more, exploding into a little rain of small golden dots that eventually disappeared into the air.

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❰ Updated Toko's PlaySheet ❱
Replaced ❰ Ultra Hinder ❱ with ❰ Critical Attack ❱ !

CRITICAL ATTACK X2



❰ Twice Activated ❱



+436 DMG to MEME.naught
Battle Spirits | Toko | 1341C5
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MEME.NAUGHT HP TALLY
  -1,678 / 20,000​