Narcissus didn't feel confident enough in what was going on to do anything but let Rakovanite carry him along for the ride. It seemed a little pointless to try and use his magic against something he doubt could even feel Rejection... But it also meant he wasn't terribly concerned about 'hurting something.' As long as Rakovanite and his allies didn't come too close, Narci's Basic spell shouldn't bother them.
Well, it definitely wasn't fair that Narci and Vaux got a lift while Cala had to scrounge around under his own power, but what the ******** ever! He didn't need to be a burden like some people, and he could pull his own weight! And in fact, he didn't even have to get close to the Calamitous Hollow. He had minions for that. Calaverite could cast his Basic attack to summon minions to attack for him!
Lieutenant Feldspar Location: F9 Action: Attack! Total: 1 (yep, that's about what he deserves) HP: 100 - 35 = 65
Yeah, yeah. He was used to the one being left behind while everyone else went off and fought. Rakovanite's chakram was a decent peace offering, but that's all it was: a peace offering. Feldspar didn't pose any real physical threat like the rest of their comrades, and he wouldn't weild this chakram with the efficiency and deadliness that Rakovanite would... But he would throw it and hope something came of it, anyway.
post 123 Location: H6, with Einhornhohle, Kiringul, Irkalla, Salar de Uyuni Action: Blunt feathered pen poke to CH! Total: 7 + 10 [Almadle's Pin] = 17 HP: 100 - 35 = 65
"It's nice to meet you both, so hey, there's one very positive thing thus far!" It was likely silly to say as much to the other Comos knights, but he still smiled brightly to Irkalla and Salar after introductions were made. He'd gone ages not really doing anything... and now he'd met a bunch of other Cosmos knights! So yes! That was an incredibly wonderful thing!
The uh. Electrical assault when the giant beast hit the shield? Less so. Especially after that horrific Chaotic display from that woman... "Everyone alright?" Wincing, he looked about, frowning up at the underbelly of the creature so relatively close. "...I don't know about colluding with the wrong side, you're probably right about that... but right now, I think we all just want to keep Earth safe, right?" Frowning slightly, he looked to Ein, albeit unsure of himself as he spoke. "So we just... do what we can to send this thing away, or trap it, or whatever they're going to do with the um... spikes." He motioned vaguely to the glowing spikes--first five, now six--around the field. Jeeze... he was horrible at paying attention to important stuff, wasn't he?
Huffing, he crouched a bit, glaring up at the serpent's underbelly... and leapt up, high as he could, trying to at least... well! Scratch at it with the blunt pen-part of his weapon! Or something! Anything was better than the feather, right? He felt a bit of a boost, though, from that pin he'd put on from that bag, and couldn't help but smile for it.
post 1234 Location: A7, with Aquamarine and Jet, & Co. Action: Attacking the Calamitous Hollow Total: (1 + 5 [2nd] + 10 [Almadle's Pin]) x2 [Metallic Bracelet] = 32 HP: 125 - 35 = 90
He still gave Aquamarine a skeptical look, but when Jet bantered back at him, he gave a small snort of a laugh. "Alright, alright. Sooner we take this thing out, the better." He was feeling a bit sore from that electrical fallout when the serpent hit the shield, but he wasn't about to comment on it for the time being. Instead, he pulled his swords from their holsters, watching as some of the others launched up or teleported to strike the thing's underbelly...
Before making sure to do so himself, appearing just below the shield to strike out with both blades against the creature. Or well. He tried. He might have faltered slightly when he heard a sudden voice in his ear (Asha). A pulse of energy came from Almadel's pin, and he felt a small, appreciative smirk cross his face before he landed back on the ground, watching to see how the thing would react to the combined forces.
post 1234 Location: H2 with Janggunite, Maikoh Action: Attacking with help~ <3 Total: 9 + 10 [Almadel's Pin] = 19 HP: 100 - 35 = 65
Oh yes, she was pouting to hear Maikoh support Carnotite like that--but she wasn't exactly objecting either. She was objecting to being electrocuted and yelped when the serpent falling resulted in that mess. "Ugh! Shock her, not me," she groused, gesturing vaguely at her cousin who... well. Looked like she got zapped, too, but at least she was using it to hit back.
"You both okay?" She winced as she looked to see how Maikoh and Janggunite were handling the shocks, and uh. Well. The former tossed the latter on up like a damn ragdoll, and she nearly burst into laughter at the sight. At least she was given a respectful choice, though. Lameia couldn't help the smirk that formed as she glanced from the youma's offered hand, to the glowing golden eyes. "Mamba's Strike," she smiled, running her hands down her arms, the ethereal black mamba forming along her limbs as she went, till the dark, energy-formed serpent hung around her at over six feet in length. She could feel her power increase for it, and a bit extra from that pin...
Proud, pleased, she placed her hand gently in Maikoh's. "I'll fight with you, of course. Wouldn't dream of otherwise."
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xxxxxxxxxMamba's Strike . . . . Speaking the name of her attack, Lameia runs her hands together from her shoulders down across the palms, the black coils of an ethereal black mamba appearing around her limbs as her hands move. When at last her hands separate, the full over six feet of the weightless, energy black mamba is visible curled over her arms and shoulders. For the 15 seconds that the ethereal black mamba remains on her body, Lameia's strength and speed are doubled, enabling her to match the speed and strength of a Captain. During this time, she can freely move and strike at opponents, with her opponents being able to see, hear, and even feel the black mamba as if the illusion were a real entity. The serpent cannot hurt anyone, only Lamiea's own fists, kicks, and other physical assaults are capable of hurting an opponent. Once the 15 seconds are up, the ethereal black mamba vanishes. Lameia can only use this magic 3 times per day.
post 1234 Location: F3 with Lyndin and the Vanguard Action: Attacking, and also energy gathering Total: 3 + 10 [Almadel's Pin] = 13 HP: 100 - 35 = 65
As Vyn and Cypher headed off, she let out a slow exhale through her nose, not exactly comfortable with how things were... progressing? Attempting to evolve? There was too much to allow herself to dwell on things. Instead, as Kerberos again offered to give more energy, she brought her Source Stone back out, and once more offered it to him. "When all this is over... I would like to inquire more about how you are able to access such energy, it's rather facinating," she stated with a small smile. Plans for the after. It was hopeful, but she wished to force such a reality into place.
As it was... when Kerberos was done with the stone, she took a few steps back, raising her gun to fire up at the serpent with a scowl, pulling the energy from Almadel's pin to help. Her steps brought her closer to Aliez, though, and she looked to him carefully. "...it'll be alright. We'll have time to discuss things later, when all this is over. We will be alright."
Name and Rank:Half-Youma General Wolframite Location: H3 Action: Attacking Total: (5 +10) = 15 x 2 for Metallic Bracelet = 30 HP: 150 - 35 = 115
Wolframite didn't have to understand the powers around them. With this many powers gathered for one central goal, all with different motivations but the same target, it mattered nothing to him. The task given was clear. The Queen had pointed to their target, and the target needed to come down. If the others wanted in the fight, then they only facilitated the end result.
There was only vague understandings of what was happening. A powerful reflection above them, and from that, the heavened parted to shoot down a arrow of light that struck down the creature into them. The force sent a crackling earthquake of energy around them, pulsing out for them to all to take it and out. That's what it got for mocking the rest of them as it soared and cried out, now grounded and within reach.
Hubis.
A Beastial cry came out from the half-youma as their inhuman eyes glowed, fixated on the hide now just above them. It was a sound rarely expressed as he sang out in bloodthirsty glee at the prey coming to them, tossed on it's back and exposed to the heavens. "COME! RIP AND TEAR IT! SHOW IT TITAN'S CAN FALL FOR GOOD!"
And so it would. Even serpents were overtaken when they crashed into ant mounds, and in this moment all colonies, fire and carpenter, weaver and bullet, were aligned with destruction. Their numbers would reduce it down to a sliver of it's former self. Even now, the weight of the attacks from celestial and chaos had shrunk it's stature, thought there was disappointment that its head, and therefore it's neck, was still within the storm-soaked stratosphere. Would he want nothing than to climb upon it, crack apart the scales like silvery oysters, and burrow into flew to tear into the trachea.
Laughing to himself, he reached and pulled out a metal bracelet. It was something he had held onto for a long time, and he snapped it onto his wrist as it accommodated his large paws. Then, salivating, he coated his claws and ran. Wolframite leapt up, reaching out through the magic meshwork shielding them from being crushed, a struck out into the the creature. All he wished for for blood and pain, to hear it cry out and face them. To recognize them here in this moment of battle and stay. What did the blood of this sky god taste like? What did the visceral from a titan feel like in one's gullet. How he yearned to see it split open to bone and paint the clouds red.
A quick, sidelong glance to Diesel to make sure he'd gotten the order was all Weissite had time for before they were upon the great enemy. His weapon was practically nothing, but he'd watched enough TV to know that a pen absolutely could murder someone, and even if he just did a speck of damage to this monster, that was better than nothing.
Commander Andreiya Location: F3 Action: Talking to Naeria/gathering energy and firing at the Calamitous Hollow Total: 6 + Eternal + Almadel’s Pin HP: 115/150
Though Andreiya really didn’t know what was going on, he knew enough to keep quiet. He didn’t like the tension in the air and didn’t want to add to it, and the best way to do that was to lie low. He was here to support Commodore Lyndin–so he was ready to collect the offered energy, but he also wanted to be done with this fight–and he wanted to go home. Even just ‘home on Earth’! It wasn’t as good as Velencya but he’d take anywhere but here.
Naeria was attacking, and that was good enough motivation for him. It was easier to just shoot at it than to worry about where Vyn had gone, or try to move closer to Aliez and offer him comfort.
There wasn’t anything comfortable about being here, at this moment.
Naeria was correct, of course. Humans were strange. He still didn’t understand them. They were scary. Andronicus was a good example of why he felt better off sticking to other Earth creatures.
“I don’t think I like them at all,” he muttered to her, but maybe that wasn’t fair to say when they were still surrounded by several humans–or passably human–trying to render aid.
Of course, maybe they were only doing it to save their own skin.
He didn’t know. He wasn’t going to ask. He fired at the Calamitous Hollow.
Caia felt like the odd one out; he wasn’t smart enough to conceive any good way to help, he wasn’t strong enough to think he’d be useful in battle, and no one looked hurt badly enough for him to try and heal them. Even Oberon was talking and offering to help!
And if he was doing fine, then–
Well, maybe the Vanguardians weren’t so bad. They hadn’t shot to kill, and they’d built a shield. Really! He had nothing against them! He didn’t know them, but that wouldn’t have affected his ability to befriend one if the option arised.
After everything he’d witnessed so far, he wouldn’t have blamed them for not wanting to be on friendly terms.
He wilted behind Oberon, still hopeful to do something to help–anything!–but not trusting himself enough to think he wouldn’t mess up if he tried. He didn’t want to leave Oberon but he felt a bit unwelcome amidst the Vanguardians. He didn’t want to get shot, lethal or not. Nervously, he fumbled with his gloves. He looked up at the Calamitous Hollow, took a few steps back, and tried to attack it, but–
Well, Caia wasn’t a fighter. He wasn’t much of anything, except determined to help somehow.
“I have absolutely no fancy powers or whatever, but you can have my energy. I have enough of it! If I pass out you can just leave me on the floor, I’m okay. I’ll get up, you just have to give me a minute.” He got dizzy when he gave blood, was giving energy the same? It couldn’t be worse.
Corrupt Eternal Meissa Location: C8 Action: Casting her eternal magic on herself for the first time and attacking Hollow. Using Almadel's pin Total: 8 + 10 + 10 = 28dmg HP: 150hp - 35 = 115hp
The ever present presence of Order grated against Meissa's skin. They seemed to be held in check for the moment by the fact that Queen Laurelite was still brandishing her scythe. Her own gaze took in the effect of Beatrix's magic as she cast it in order to bring out her friend before sighing. What was her eternal magic going to do if she used it? The surge of electric currents that washed through the entire space seemed to bring some clarity to the whole situation at hand and Meissa teeth grated against each other as she shook off the resulting pain. That had hurt.
She inwardly hoped that it had hurt those of Order more but it looked like they'd taken to fighting amongst themselves. That was good. If they were fighting each other it meant that they weren't being careful. One could easily take advantage of that. Even as she drew a deep breath, Meissa cast about inside for the words that she needed to say in order to activate her most powerful magic yet. Words that yearned to be spoken clamoured inside her mind and she whispered them underneath her breath and felt a surge of strength rush through her as her eternal magic was unlocked, "Meissa's cat scratch fever."
Her limbs flooded with strength and it was like she hadn't been struck. Leaping upwards towards the beast that rested on the shield above did Meissa watch in amazement as what looked like claws appeared and she knew instinctively to lash out at the underside of the beast they'd all come here to defeat. Her determination to at least contribute to the defeat of the enemy meant that she gave the underbelly a few good strikes before she felt gravity begin to pull her down.
That hurt, but even despite the pain it gave them, they could also feel the strength of the Vanguard in the way their shield held. Her gaze flicked over to Lyndin in the distance, crowded by primarily those of Order and plenty of the Vanguard.
They had it.
Lysvi's attention turned back to Neryn.
He nodded solidly, turning his attention back to the creature above. "We can save ourselves and Earth, I think."
And if they could do this, they could save Velencya, too.
Elkurud smiled up at Amateru. Yes, this was where he belonged; right next to his beloved, ready to fight whatever came at them together.
“I love you too,” he said. Simple, honest, direct. But Amateru knew him. Knew his heart.
The charge of electricity made him wince, hard, and he grit his teeth against it, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he endured.
Perhaps most wouldn’t have looked at the Senshi of Pigeons and seen a scrapper, but that was a foolish assumption. And sure, he could have thrown around his magic, but for now—
He’d been trapped and running for so long. Hadn’t had a chance to punch something and feel satisfied about it in centuries.
So he jumped up to throw his fist at the snake’s underbelly, glad to have it in hitting range.
For a moment, Pyrrhus was silent. He could hear, distantly, Troilus retching; could hear his cousin trying so desperately to encourage him and haul him up, and he went, yes, because resisting was more than he could manage, but he was staring into nothing, eyes wide and chest aching.
The hopelessness of it all was really what sat with him.
Even if they made it out of this, how would they face an enemy that could do that?
It was the literal shock—the jolt of painful electricity—that came when the Hollow hit the shield that jolted him out of it.
“s**t,” he said, under his breath, and he turned to look at Troilus. He couldn’t quite manage the same optimism—not even with a tinny voice from his phone insisting that they could all do this—but he did set his jaw, grimly.
“Right. Gotta kill the thing in front of us before we worry about the next thing, anyway.”
So Pyrrhus jumped up, to hit the thing on its underbelly and hope that mattered. At all.
That was, unmistakably, Adria’s magic. Michel didn’t know enough about Varuna to recognize hers, but Malus did. His head shot in that direction at the same time Michel’s had, and given that the Saturn Knight was already swearing, they at least had confirmation.
“I don’t know what the hell he’s getting himself into, I told him to stay back,” Michel muttered, but he started trudging in their direction immediately.
Maybe Adria wasn't even calling for help!
It didn’t matter. They’d find him, anyway. Michel led Lysithea with him, but he trusted Malus and Soleiyu to follow–and they did. Their enemy was so large, it didn’t matter where they were, there was plenty to go around.
Michel seemed determined to find his brother, regardless of wherever they wound up in the process. So there were a bunch of Negaverse agents around? Fine. He’d take care of the Calamitous Hollow and them next. No trouble.
…Although, while that thing was close enough, now seemed as good a time as any to strike it.
Michel struck first, while they were moving. Malus was next, and then Soleiyu a few seconds after. They passed by Reims and Dering, and Malus waved and gave Reims a thumbs up as they passed through. They weren’t going far–just enough to get to Adria and Varuna.
Just far enough to make sure that no one was out here and struggling.
Deep Space Super Sailor Madriu Location: E10 Action: Attacking, using Almadel's pin, getting Deep Space Smacked! Total: (2 x 7) + 5 + 10 = 29 HP: 125 - 35 - 7 = 83
Well.
He’d said if the monster got any smaller, he’d need arcalis to cover him. And here, the monster was definitely smaller—and now it was pinned to the shield, and even if large portions of it were out of reach, it was still in range to hit.
He winced, ears pinning back, at the electricity that surged through him, and turned ot Arcalis first.
“Are you alright?” He asked, concerned. Arcalis was still more diminished than him; he’d regained some of his old power, even if his wings weren’t back yet, but it was a better position than his beloved’s, so the monster’s electricity may well have hit him harder.
He grit his teeth and glared up at the beast, punching his fists together.
“Struggle Forward,” he said, and he felt power ripple through him—and for a moment, before his magic’s resistance to pain kicked in, it hurt. Like he was overflowing with it. Like the gulf between him and the Calamitous Hollow was so great, his magic strained to catch him up.
For extra measure, he brushed his thumb over the pin from Almadel, ready to use every bit of power he had.
He launched himself up, and swung his fist.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Struggle Forward! Madriu calls the name of his attack, punches his fists together, and is surrounded by a golden aura. For the next 30 seconds, he will receive physical boosts equivalent up to twice his natural ability, giving him the power to struggle against difficult odds. He becomes physically stronger and for the duration of his magic feels no pain. He will also receive a minor speed boost. To achieve the full boost of his magic, he must be actively struggling, and the more dire the situation is, the more damage he can do. He can use this magic up to twice per battle.
“Wait!” Markeb reached for her brother’s elbow to stop him from leaving. “At least let me try throwing something.” They weren’t in a field of fallen tree limbs or rocks she could pick up. Though the ground they stood upon was solid, it was not something she could kick loose and throw.
Vauxite raised an eyebrow as if clueless as to what she wanted him to do about her situation. Surely Markeb had something in her subspace that she could use. But the look in her eyes suggested she expected something specific, though he wished she’d just outright and say it.
Her golden eyes flicked downward to the plastic weapon he held in his hand then back up to meet his.
He sighed in resignation, then rolled her eyes. “Fine…” although he didn’t expect them to do any actual damage, one was passed into her care.
Markeb’s smile widened, and as her brother moved closer to his General, she gripped the point of the icicle and threw it like a knife upward with what strength she had as a senshi and watched as it spun towards the Calamitous Hollow.
“Not bad,” she heard her brother comment before being teleported by Rakovanite where he made a stab at the beast.
post 123456 Location: B2 Action: Attacking the snek, moving to a slightly safer area with Fluora and Dravite (w/ permission) Total: 1 + 5 [2nd] = 6 HP: 125 - 35 - 10 = 80
The electrocutions and slices on his hands were totally worth the chance to help the others get the immense scale off the shield. They'd gotten back under the shield quick enough, though it was rather clear the area above them wasn't... hm.... the strongest. "Let's... move over a bit," he hummed to the other agents and Eternal (Fluorapatite, Dravite, Arsenolite, Vesuvianite), grabbing the hand of the other senshi to help encourage the relocation. Of course, whatever the others did was up to them! But he wasn't going to risk getting caught in a worse blast if he could help it.
Once they did move over, though, and the shield above them looked more sturdy, he released her hand, grinning instead to her and the white-haired Captain (Dravite). "Let me know if you spot anything else like that, yeah? Love to help! For right now though... I want to try something." He'd never attempted to use his magic on something above him before...
Teleporting up wasn't so hard, and he grinned, placing his hands against the shield beneath the creature's underbelly. "Beyond the Mind~" In the strange shift of gravity and perhaps the oddity of this realm in general, the dark, inky substance dripped up along the creature, the fang-like spikes protruding from the tendrils as he would expect against any other target. Lovely! He was more than a bit thrilled by the discovery, and laughed with glee as he landed back on the not-ground.
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Beyond the Mind . . . . _________「𝔖」Holding his hand up towards a target, Rigel speaks the name of the attack and an inky substance forms as it out of his hand, falling to the floor. The substance stretches out towards the target, regardless of whatever obstacles might be on the floor, and latches onto the target's legs with thorny, fang-like spikes protruding from the tendrils, pulling down on the target. The target then begins to sink into the inky substance up to their knees, with the thorny, inky tendrils rising higher to about their middle, as if aiming to pull them lower. Beneath the dark surface, the target can feel things slithering and moving beneath them, snapping at their feet and legs, and will continue to until the magic ends after 30 seconds. Once the magic is up, the target is back above ground and no trace remains, on them or the ground, of the unearthly material. The target can be damaged by the thorny protrusions of the inky substance, however the creatures beneath the surface are only a figment of their imagination--the player can say the target feels any extent of damage they wish beneath the surface, but the effect would only be in the target's mind, and they would be unscathed by the imaginary creatures. Rigel can only use this against a target within eye-sight and within a range of ten feet, and can only use his magic three times per day. A target can struggle to get free of the material, especially with help, though difficult for anyone of Rigel's rank and could risk further damage from the thorny fangs.
post 1234 Location: A6, with Katya, Wadeite Action: Attacking the serpent, kinda Total:10 HP: 100 - 35 = 65
Spectrolite hadn't minded the Mauvian's closeness (Katya), even if she wasn't especially familiar with her. Hearing her speak of her General, though, made the young woman frown. "Do you want to try and find the General? I can go with you, if you'd prefer that. Oh, I'm Spectrolite, by the way, sorry we didn't meet under better circumstances."
Circumstances that continued to not be so grand. The electricity that zapped her after the serpent fell was painful, and she grit her teeth, groaning softly at the pain that sent spasms through her limbs. Another Lieutenant, though, (Wadeite) looked about as well off as she did, and she couldn't help but move over towards him with a sympathetic wince. "You doing okay? Oh... that was probably a stupid question, sorry." Sighing slightly, she glared up at the creature above them.... and eyeing the plastic toys she held as her weapon, she huffed, removing a few to toss as hard as she could on up at the thing.
Squire Irkalla Location: H6 Action: Acknowledging the introductions given to her and witnessing the effects of massive attacks launched against the Calamitous Hollow. Choosing to attack Total: 2 + 5 = 7dmg HP: 125 - 30 = 95hp
There was something very satisfying about meeting others from her own knight faction that Irkalla couldn't help but smile gratefully with each new introduction that she received. The current atmosphere wasn't the correct one to foster new connections and yet she seemed to at least be making the effort to do so. How else could she learn more of the knight trade then networking with others that served under Cosmos? Her gaze lingered on the giant serpent even as it was subject to being harpooned and then blasted with a direct shaft of pure moonlight. The after-effect of it landing on the shield that protected everyone though was clearly an unintended side effect.
Feeling the surge diminish did Irkalla pick herself back up from the ground where she had stumbled out of surprised shock before dusting off her uniform. Her gaze found Salar, Einhorhohle, Yetzirah and Kiringul before she cemented their names in her mind. She would not forget them. Only seconds later did she realize that she'd not offered up her own name.
"I'm Irkalla, a Squire of Cosmos. It's a pleasure to meet you all. I only wish not in these circumstances."
Peering a little more closely at Einhornhohle though Irkalla felt a flicker of recognisance at the other woman before she dropped her gaze. Yes, they'd seen each other before when the Knight Erytheia had requested Cosmos knights to aid him on his Wonder.
Watching as Yetzirah made the effort to attack the underside of the serpent now resting on the shields did Irkalla make the same effort. Her cord of ornaments wouldn't exactly hurt, per say, but even a little damage would be better than none.
