The Greater Youma licked a forked tongue across it's scales; a sickening black saliva oozed from its mouth and dropped onto the ground before. It took only a few seconds before the rocks began to sizzle—and
melt.
It was distracted, but reacted when
Havasu's attack slammed into it; the Greater Youma let out a little snarl and slapped the scale back towards the Squire. A few chipped into its skin and seemed to dig into the soft flesh between nail and scale; judging by the way it flailed its arm it was annoying at
least.
Mlinzi was a brave little thing; the claws of a Guardian Cat were not enough to pierce deeply into the flesh of the greater youma, but the Mauvian was rewarded with completely dislodging a scale—easily fifteen pounds heavy. The Youma's skin seemed raw and irritated.
Antares' benefited most from this, though; the scorpions landed on the exposed skin and the dragon snorted in pain—sending a spray of it's acidic spit down below. It was licking its lips once more as it continued to swoop around the battlefield, preparing for another blast of fire.
In its pass along the field,
Altair's scalpels jammed into its flesh and broke apart a few more scales.
Aptera's rock hit the dragon enough to do some damage, but not enough to warrant its attention.
Oberon managed to kick the dragon, but its speed allowed it to continue. It flapped its wings, annoyed at the inconvenience.
Denebola might have managed to stab it (it was grunting in pain frequently, now), but it slammed its wings down, trying to send an aerial shockwave to repel a few of the thrown items.
It was a wasted effort on the youma's part;
Sessrumnir's stormglass hit it on the nose hard enough that black blood fell, acidic as the saliva.
Castor's tiara seared off one of its horns, and the blood fell more, burning the ground beneath it once more.
Subamara hit the dragon with her shards, but by now it was irritated enough that it was lashing out where it could. It shook its bleeding head down upon the masses, knowingly trying to hurt them more than it was hurt. Chaos was not spared from this pain, though. It swooped low, slamming the Senshi of Coffee with its head.
It continued to fly, head lower now than ever—like a speeding car it plowed through lines of Senshi and Knights and Mauvians, knocking them and their opponents over.
Perdita's broom jammed painfully into the soft flesh beneath the youma's chin, but the broom snapped—and for her action, the dragon flicked it's head hard enough to send both her and
Oort a few feet to the side.
Body low to the ground,
Andronicus's mace splintered one of the largest shards on the dragon, covering its fleshy thigh.
Iduna's apple did not do much damage—but the rotting fruit was thrown so well it lodged into the youma's nostril, clogging its senses with
stench. Distracted by this,
Skoll managed to hit it—and
Aegir was able to solidly rope himself to the youma. Immediately annoyed by this unwanted accessory, the youma shook its head and pulled up, once more circling the group from a bit higher.
Despite the youma's size and power, when it tried to roar at this new inconvenience, all that came out was a soft whisper. Clearly alarmed, the youma drew in a sharp breath and twisted its body rapidly, spiraling through the air in an attempt to dislodge the senshi's grip on him. While the action may have been alarming and disorienting, it gave
Spacewatch an opportunity to find a good foothold near one of its wings—and if she gripped hard enough, she
might not have been thrown off.
Kairatos had an attack waiting when the Youma stabilized; more scales flaked off. By the time
Erebus hit it with his oar, the creature was so annoyed that it tried to
kick at him from the air.
Laurelite was aware of the dragon's struggles
only because a bit of black goop fell from its mouth as it swooped above; she had been burned by enough acid tonight that she immediately recoiled. For a split second she saw
Sylvia and tilted her head at the cat, but it was in that moment she made a grave error.
She had been so keen to avoid the dragon's acid that she was not at all aware of
Celsus behind her—she shoved backwards just in time for him to slam his cyrstal shard into her back.
She did not immediately feel the pain, but a split second passed and her moth opened in a silent scream as the burn of it shot through her.
Laurelite saw
Corvus before she saw who had injured her; she thought she saw the senshi summon a flock of birds towards the Youma, but her vision faded for just a second and
in that second she wasn't really sure of anything.
All she knew was that her scythe was gone—when had she dismissed it?
For a second she blindly groped for it, as if it were just out of reach—and then she remembered that she
could summon it. It appeared in her hands, clean and showing no signs of all the blood she'd spilled tonight.
But the blood was on her.
Her blood. The blood of agents that had fallen. Of the senshi and knights she had slaughtered. Her skin was pale against it.
Centisma was running towards her. She did not hear him call out his attack—she could not hear anything, in that moment—but she saw his mouth move, and she saw him reach for her. Instinctively, her arm shot up to block him, but all it did was give him the opportunity to grab her arm.
He did, and it
burned, and her arm immediately began to swell.
Seeing it swell on her arm was enough to shock her back into action. Her vision was still tinted black along the edges, and her hearing was going in and out—but she had her scythe in her hand and several
very easy targets.
They had come right for her, after all.
She sidestepped quickly and turned, spotting Celsus with a cold fury. The grip on her scythe strengthened and she flung the weapon with more force than she had all evening—aiming for
every single one of the intruders that sought to attack her now.
And the battle raged on above her.
Nirvana's stones pelted the Youma's underside and it seemed like it was here that the scales were most brittle. They cracked and chipped, falling towards him and
Kastra and the rest of
Phact's group.
Kastra's magic did not affect the Greater Youma with the potency it might have on someone else, but for a few seconds, the Greater Youma seemed oblivious to the battle around him. It lifted its head a bit and looked at the sparkling crystals overhead, transfixed by the way the fire below reflected in them.
The distraction did not buy them more than a few seconds, but in that time
Dallol's rock managed to chip off another scale.
Gevaudan,
Lacrimosa and
Varuna were met with a shower of scales in return for their efforts.
Valhalla's aim was spot on; it hit the dragon's face, and while it did not break anything off, it hit an exposed tooth—and the dragon
bellowed. It was not a loud, painful shriek, but it was a
pained noise.
And it was not the last it would make.
Shattered and splintered scales fell like rain, sometimes in small shards and sometimes in scales as large as a pizza pan.
Corinth,
Falias and
Sabine should be proud of their efforts; the Page and Squire hit with great accuracy, and while the Senshi managed to
hit the dragon, it seemed to be getting fed up with all of this nonsense.
Almost half of its scales had been chipped off by the intruders, and while it seemed to have hurt, it had not really slowed the dragon down.
That much was evident when it drew it's wings close, and folded its legs to its chest—and
shook. What scales that had not already been chipped
flew off of the Greater Youma. Some were small—chips and fragments of its defense, and some where full—shooting like heavy rocks onto the battle field below.
No one was safe from them, and even youma and agents were struck or hit by the sudden attack.
It was a good thing
Tomlin had given up on the golems—a large scale slammed into the Golem shaped youma he had been on, sending it staggering backwards. The youma around it did not try to help; they simple moved closer to block the gap it had left as it flailed on the ground.
This movement may have saved
Paris; even as he attempted to attack the youma again, the shuffling of golem's knocked the one he was attacking off balance; it fell forward, as if in slow motion. Its hand was open and extended, shoving him firmly to the ground. It did not
crush him, but it was enough to push him towards the ground—and the youma did not seem like it was in any rush to raise its hand and allow the page to get up.
The Greater Youma might have been damaged by the attack—but it was strengthened, too.
As the majority of its scales disappeared from its underbelly, legs and tail, a slick, oil-like glaze frothed from the exposed skin. For a moment, it looked like it might be reforming the scales—and then it blew another stream of fire into the battle ground and the oil
lit up.
Except, it did not seem to hurt the youma; instead, it looked invigorated. As the flames grew stronger on its body, the colors intensified and looked like the black rainbow of an oil spill.
It
felt like the fires from an oil spill—the Greater Youma swooped low once more—only, now it had a shield of
fire protecting it.
And it was burning
everyone below it.
Quote:
THE GREATER YOUMA
HP: 300
CONGRATULATIONS! You knocked the Greater Youma's Health down zero…but it seems like what looked like a fairly easy victory has now resulted in a
boost to its health.
The Greater Youma has lost most of its protective scales—but worse, the ones that weren't knocked off were
thrown off and into the crowd and are damaging everyone! But that's not all; the Greater Youma's exposed skin began to secrete a strange black ooze and it has now
caught fire. This fire seems to be natural to the youma; it is not taking any damage—but everyone else is! Chaos is
not spared from these burning flames. If you want to damage the youma, you're going to have to be careful—getting too close seems dangerous!
But the good news is that it seems tired; it doesn't look like it's going to be able to keep this up for long. You just have to survive longer than it does! …And hope it takes out those golems on its way down…If you choose to attack the Greater Youma, you must use a random number generator to determine damage!If your character is first stage, please generate from 1-15 to determine damage!
If your character is second stage, please generate from 5-30 to determine damage!
If your character is third stage, please generate from 10-45 to determine damage!
If your character is fourth stage, please generate from 15-60 to determine damage!
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