Though she won the battle and gained the motorboat, it would seem she'd hit a bit of misfortune in the form of its wounds sustained in battle. "Blasts! What will ye do now, Jones?" The announcer called before Cottontail Jones would perform as brilliantly as she had before! Using her wits and her skills of course, like any daughter of the sea.
"Brilliant thinking. Godspeed, lassy!" The crowd continued to cheer Cottontail Jones on. As she would use her aura blasts to make her way towards and even through the fogs, the clicks once inside and reaching the foggy shipwreck. She would soon find luck in the form of her semblance for with each blast, there would be a clear area where the blast had been and giving her some brief sight as the clicking became a bit louder. "Yikes, seems things are getting a bit...crabby inside!" The female announcer said as the wrecks would indeed reveal a plethora of crabs here and there. "Yikes, luck seems to be on Cottontail Jones side! But how much longer?" The female's voice exclaimed as cameras would catch sights up above only so much from the sudden bursts of clarity before they would close again. The crowd was now at the edge of their seats as the screens above showed them what the cameras captured.
Using her blasts wisely, Cottontail Jones was now free! As she would make it out of the fog, weather would clear to blue skies. "Ship, ho, mateys! The moment we've all been waiting for has finally arrived," The announcer began, "To board and take back her title as Pirate Queen, will be no easy feat. Aboard is a full crew and at the Helm...dreaded traitor, Gilligan "One-eye" Sharktooth!" As the announcer finished, the crowd would rightly boo where desired and cheer on Blair. Once on the ship, combat would immediately begin as she would be faced with three fit, strapping men of varying tans and size.
Once she got through them would two more waves of crew. And then finally, at the helm, would be a one eyed scourge with scarred upper lip marked forever in scowl and a permanently angry-looking red scar across a broad chest under classic black pirate captain attire. Armed with musket and two scimitars he would wield both in battle.
{OOC: Git aboard! Fight and reclaim yer Title as Pirate Queen or to Davey Jones with ye! (Will say the journey leaves you with 2 bursts left.))
Blair could feel the exhaustion begin to settle in as she made it to the ship. Moving such a distance with her semblance alone was a feat that even for her took its toll. She put on a brave face. To all those watching it would seem as if she was not breaking a sweat. The moisture from the fog helped mask her current tired state, its cool touch chilling down her face preventing obvious signs of physical strain.
As she expected she had no time to catch her breath for the moment she landed she was attacked. Swiftly she threw out the various grenades she had left to stun the wave of opponents coming at her. Her axes swiftly coming down on them shortly after. She winced slightly as she felt the heat of the explosion violently kiss her face. Her aura still able to protect her for now, but with her semblance usage, she knew she had to avoid any major attacks. The scent of fire caught her attention as she spotted the bottom of her hair was on fire, swiftly spreading upward feeding off of the chemicals within the dye. As she finished off the last one in the wave before the final boss, she took an ax to her hair cutting off to the point her natural hair ended and the extensions begun. It would have been nice to have kept it for Hades but he would just have to wait for it to grow.
Her face glared up at the traitor, her grip tightening around her axes as she raised a hand, moving her weapon in a taunting fashion to call him near her. She needed to end this fast before her muscles gave way. Was she out of shape? Or had they truly done a good job of finding worthy opponents? Sure individually they lacked, but the whole stage, forcing her to move long distances and facing man after man it was only natural for her to be tired?
Of course, as any good show, the best was saved for last. The traitor was fair more cunning and dangerous than all the pirate lackeys. As she fought him off, they move from place to place on the ship. Everything became an obstacle or a trap depending on who used it.
With a wince Blair was struck, blood oozing from her arm as the traitor caught down into her skin. How dare he ruin her jacket! How dare he manage to hurt her! Had she not been tired he would not have been so lucky. Enraged she struck him with the intention of using one of her blasts but nothing came out. Her eyes widened with confusion as she watched him strike her again, her body flying into the mast. Was she really out of energy? It was possible? Had she finally reached her limit? This couldn’t be it! She refused to lose. Slowly she stood to her feet as her took every ounce of her rage and pain. Were small bursts the limit to her abilities? She had always felt she could do more, what better way to find out than showing off in front of thousands? Had she spent too much time with Hades? Yes… he had rubbed off on her in some ways.
Kicking off the ground she charged at him, focusing every last ounce of energy she had left into this attack. As their weapons meant, a burst greater than any she had released exploded sending them both flying along with pieces of the ship nearby….
Would she have the strength left to stand? Or would this end as a bittersweet act of vengeance? One that brought her own end as well.
Once aboard the ship, it was a rush of action and quick thinking from Cottontail Jones. A few explosives would see the pirate crew off balance, and her axe was swift in taking advantage of it. Though she did not get off completely free either; her hair had caught fire from the fire and explosives! The crowd was worried, cheering, and thought her ever more the Pirate queen as she continued to fight with burning hair. Not dealing with it till she finished off the last of the pirates crew save its new captain; taking an axe and cutting the hair off just before the fire. The crowd roared in approval with how quickly she had dealt with the crew, even if some had put up a little bit more of a fight than the others. She was proving to them all why she had been the captain and queen of the sea. "Cottontail Jones is known far and wide on the seven seas and for good reason! And entire crew has gone against her and lost. All that remains is her treacherous second in command, the one who led the mutiny against her. Can she do it?" A male announcing voice would be heard, the same one for all the prior matches, as he seemed to have escaped his bonds. But what of the female announcer? Nary a sound had been heard, but she was equally bound and gagged now. Though unlike him, she was soaked in water. What had happened? The world may never know.
As Cottontail Jones taunted her former second in command, they would happily oblige and join her in a tense duel. Barrels went rolling, bullets flying, rope and buckets used to try and trip each other up; everything from blades clashing to dirty tricks and one eye spitting at Cotton tails eyes (or attempting too). The crowd watch with cheers for every victory of Cottontail, and boos for One-eye, though it seemed her second in command had the edge. No matter where the fight moved, he seemed to just be stronger. Landing a hit on her that had the crowd cry out in worry, her own attack being met with a counter that sent her hurdling into the mast! "Could this be the end for Cottontail Jones!?" The announcer would say with worry as the crowd watched in a mix of worry of hope for her. Chanting her name till she kicked off the ground and charged him...and a final burst was released. The burst sent wood splintering and both pirates flying. Jones back into the mast and One-eye into the ocean beyond the ship! "And Cottontail Jones has done it! She has reclaimed her ship, and title, with all the mutineers dealt with. Lets have a hand for our brave Pirate Queen!" The announcer would say to the roar of the crowds. The blast had taken a lot out of Cottontail, but she had enough strength left to stand and give her own goodbye to the crowd if she desired. A motorboat, well a few, coming out to pick up sailors and pirate queens alike for first aid and anything else that would be needed. {OOC: Congratulations, you have won!)
"Ladies and gentleman, pirates and land lubbers, contestants and audience; it has been an exciting day of matches but we find our time is coming to a close. But fear not! We have one final match in store for all of you. Our final match will feature yet another huntress in training versus creatures of grimm." He would say simply as the crowd let out a cheer, purposefully not trying to hype things as much for the moment as the arena below would be revealed once again. This time, it almost seemed to be a giant bird cage-like arena setting; for now with space enough for a person to fly through. In the arena itself was a sea of jagged rocks reaching to the sky, many as high as the ceiling itself. It seemed to form a giant canyon maze that the cage was close to to deter escape of some large predator perhaps. A cool mist hung across the lower reaches of the canyon, with violent waves crashing at the shore. For now, all seemed quiet. "Today our contestant is a student from beacon academy. Give a round of applause for the Harpy!" He would say as Skylar would fly in. "You've seen Beowolves, Boarbatusks, Ursas, and lancers. But for this match you will see something a bit different." He would say, pausing as Skylar entered the maze-like arena...and the bars of the cage closed. Leaving her in a dark arena that she could see fairly well in with her faunus eyes, though it made the mists all the more obscuring where they did cling to the rocks. A screen would appear up above, showing what was happening within the cage below. Focused on Harpy...But also panning to the rocks as a chittering noise and sound of many flapping wings could be heard. "Today, in this aerial match, she will face an opponent that may be weak alone but more than make up for it with their numbers. A terror to those in the dark reaches of the world, and an enemy she is familiar with facing. She will have to navigate this maze and fight off all the ravagers hidden within. Let the match...begin!" He would say excitedly as the small metal covers, hidden in the mist, would open along the rock walls. And swarms of ravagers would begin to fly out from her left, right, and behind her. Too many to count as they banged against one another and the rocks as they began to head towards the nearest source of prey; Skylar. Some of the creatures, ahead and around, chose to remain hidden in the rocks for now for an opportunity to attack. While partially disorganized, they were coming at her fast. If Harpy chose to fly away and attack, there are two paths she may take; left or right. {OOC: Do not kill grimm on your post. I will post how effective your attacks are.)
☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁ Skylar was nervous as she awaited her signal. She'd never performed before and the idea of fighting on her own for the innumerable people there's entertainment...it was rather daunting. And Ravagers? What was she thinking? After her first mission, she never wanted to see one of those things again. Suddenly, she was cued in and she flew up and took a breath before diving in at great speed into the cage. Might as well show off a little right? Her vision was sharper than average, even among Faunus, so, while it might be dim and foggy, she could still see everything around her fairly clearly. It didn't take long for her to hear that god awful chirping and panned around her to see the Grimm. Were they nuts?! A whole swarm?
Skylar launched herself up and to the right, holding her bat in the right hand and her pistol in her left. She rolled over in the air, striking one wing towards the clouds as best she could, blasting them with her semblance before diving down a few dozen feet to gain speed and took off down the left path. Due to the nature of the bat, she couldn't really hold it around the base and swing effectively, too heavy, so, she had to hold it around the middle, giving her a much shorter range with it in melee should it come to it. Honestly, her rifle wouldn't be too effective in this situation and she couldn't carry too much ammo, certainly not enough to fire carelessly into the mass of ravagers so, she'd have to pick her shots and had a spare clip loaded with fire dust rounds just to be safe. She kept alert for if there were any more hidden as she began darting along the path, using the terrain to help with the mass behind her by splitting them and potentially crushing them should those behind them press too eagerly. ☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█Team:SLAR█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁
Post Count: 61 Current Wing Color: Teal fading to powder blue
Gear Consumes 20 lbs of her carry weight in flight. Gear: Heavy Hitter Pouch of munition Goggles Light Alloy half-plate armor Pistol
The crowd watched as the Harpy had flown in at fast speeds, with some cheers rising from among the audience, into the cage. With the cage sealing up and the interior in relative darkness and mist, the crowd watched as Harpy was quick to spring into action once the swarm of Ravagers was unleashed. Many wondering what kind of match this would turn into; like the first grimm match where the students were wounded or like the one where the Grimm were dealt with ease and teamwork? The only way to find out was to watch as the match progressed. Armed with bat and pistol, the crowd watched as she launched herself up and to the right; doing a roll in air and finishing with a strong gust of wind towards the leading end of the ravagers; sending a few of them comically being thrown about from the wind as many others took their place for the chase. "Those Grimm are in for a ride, but its only a small set back for such grimm. What plans could the Harpy have for dealing with them permanently while staying ahead of the swarm?" The announcer would say, asking the question all had for the moment; though not detracting from her quick thinking and actions. As even the ravagers blown by the gust quickly recovered and pursued after Harpy, if a bit dazed. As Harpy dived down, seeming to go impossibly fast to many as if she were an actual Harpy, she would pull up slightly and use her garnered speed for a temporary boost. Which, while it did buy some distance with the Ravagers, they were catching up slowly but surely still.
As she moved down the left path, she would notice the terrain shift a bit. The path became narrower, more random outcroppings of rock would divide the flight path of her and ravagers. As she did quick maneuvers, giving the Ravagers less time to react and have to split their forces between the rocks, she would notice the majority of the mass would get held up a little. And some of the ones that were too fast and close had met a rock when she would suddenly turn to dodge at the least moment. Being stunned for a bit, falling, and some even dying to it if the rock was particularly sharp. She seemed to have made the right choice of route to take for the time being. However, she would notice something else due to her vision despite the mists; the path seemed to be narrowing into a cave and a few red eyes could be seen inside. With a very faint light coming from the other end. Having a bit of a lead, Harpy would have to figure out what to do; rush through and hope she could get by, fight her way through and hope it didn't take too long, or do something else...maybe even find a way to use this to her advantage against the horde, if she had the means. Skylar could also tell that these red eyes did not belong to Ravagers; the closer she got, the more detail she would see. It was a pair of Beowolves; at least so far, that was what she could see. The Beowolves seemed to be still a bit groggy, but if she got to near they would attempt to jump towards her to bring her to the ground. {OOC: Do not kill grimm on your post. I will post how effective your attacks are.}
☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁ Skylar swore to herself as she noticed the path narrowing, but, she'd put her bat on it's strap and load in the mag with the dust rounds. She weaved to and fro through the passages of rock, even having to close her wings and flare them out again to slip through narrower spaces. But, she kept her attention on the environment around her. Here and there, she'd pass under narrow arches or near some precarious outcroppings. Not many were weak enough to cause a collapse of stone against the mass following her, but, she had noticed a couple and had fired off with the handgun, the dust rounds exploding on the unstable-looking rocks. She didn't keep her eyes on it longer than it took to aim the shot, knowing better than to try and fly while looking behind her.
Soon, though, the path narrowed considerably until it started to become a cave. She really hated caves. But, she could see some eyes in the darkness, glowing red and then she could make out the outline of a pair of beowolves. She didn't even waste the time to consider doubling back, but, going forward would be a risk. She cou8ldn't stand and fight, it'd take too long. She rose higher and holstered her pistol, pulling her bat back out and it transformed into her rifle. She didn't really stop moving, but, when she reached the apex of her climb, she had the rifle lined and primed. The millisecond it lined up with the torso of one of them through the scope and the indicator on it she had quickly estimated to be the correct one for the distance, angle and motion, she fired. Lowering it, she dove down, returning it to a bat As she neared them, she engaged the booster on her bat and swung for the opposite one. She didn't need to kill them here, she just needed to get past them for a moment. She had a plan and she could set it up and fight the Beowolves after until she felt the time was right to set it into motion. Good thing she was solo on this fight, or, this would definitely cause friendly causualties. ☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█Team: DSHR█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁
Post Count: 62 Current Wing Color: Teal fading to powder blue
Gear Consumes 20 lbs of her carry weight in flight. Gear: Heavy Hitter Pouch of munition Goggles Light Alloy half-plate armor Pistol
The few, key shots, Harpy made as she flew through the maze had helped her out a bit along with her own aerial maneuvers. Two dust enhanced shots had head weak points to small rockslides; enough to take about ten or 15 or ravagers down with them that were a bit too close to the walls due to the swarm. While hardly denting the overall numbers, any that were rid of were sure to help Harpy. The crowd cheered as they watched her navigate the maze and from her own shots, eager to see how she would continue to deal with the ravager threat from behind even as she put distance between herself and them. As she neared the cave, the crowd watched as instead of charging straight or stalling she instead flew up. The crowd watched, surprised yet curious, as she holstered her pistol and then drew out her bat- turned rifle. Seeming to take aim just at her apex of flight; mere centimeters from hitting the roof of the cage, before taking a shot. As it fired, the Beowolf in the cave only had a moment to register it before it impacted. Hitting it in the torso and knocking it down as it hadn't been prepared for it. The crowd cheered, and as she dove down while having her weapon switch forms, they would see her come to the other grimm and swing at a suddenly high speed with the bat. The grimm had been in mid swipe, seeing her coming after its companion went down, but it hadn't expected the sudden boost from the bat. While its would get a swipe off at Harpy, her bat would hit true and stun it for a moment. Just long enough for her to continue her flight past it. With the crowd cheering, and her temporarily clear of the wolves and ravagers, what would she do? Speaking of ravagers, they were slowly gaining again; at least the few in the front as some were nearing the cave entrance. The first beowolf she had hit with her sniper was also recovering now, shaking its head and started to pursue Harpy.
Skylar would notice that there were many stalagmites, and stalagtites, along the cave; making her flight path ever narrower but doable. She would notice more red eyes begin to open at her arrival, but much smaller; more ravagers. As she flew through, she could see the distant light of an exit point from the cave...but the ravagers inside were waking. While not the fastest to act, a few would head to her; some even latching on and attacking her. He may need a distraction to get them off. Another thing she noticed was a few weak spots along the cave; one alone wouldn't be enough enough to collapse it, but if she hit a few on her way...it may be enough. {OOC: Do not kill grimm on your post. I will post how effective your attacks are.}
☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁ Skylar was lucky. While the Beowolf had managed to hit her, she'd nailed it just a moment before and stunned it, dramatically lessening the blow she took and all it managed to do was scuff the plating of her lightweight armor. She used the speed she'd gotten from her dive to push through the cave further and put some distance between her and the Grimm. She'd hit the entrance at her max speed of a hundred twenty-five, but, she'd start to lose it as she went. She held out the bat sideways in front of her, chipping away the last few inches of any larger stalactites and removing any narrower ones altogether to make more room for her to maneuver. She took note of several weak points throughout the cave, making her plan much more manageable. Before the other grimm in the cave began to stir, she pulled the second cartridge for her bat out of the pouch on her belt and removed two of the crystals. It gave the ravagers inside the cave the chance to reach her, she knew, but, she began pistol-whipping them as she estimated two of the more load-bearing sections with cracks in them. All she needed to do was set one off though. From the looks of the placement, one of them would cause enough debris when set off to trigger the other. With them in place, she began to fly further towards the exit and weave around the smaller groups of ravagers.
She swapped mags in her pistol and picked her shots at odd ravagers and swung at others until she was certain the bulk of the grimm were inside the cave. With the majority in front of her, she took a deep breath and the audience didn't need audio equipment to hear the piercing shriek she let out. She held the screech as she turned her bat into the rifle again and took aim at one of the shards she had planted. She could even see it through the scope. Adjusting for how her semblance would affect the bullet, she pulled the trigger. She drew the bolt and slammed it back, firing off another for good measure before spinning around and taking flight out of the cave. ☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█Team: DSHR█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁
Post Count: 63 Current Wing Color: Teal fading to powder blue
Gear Consumes 20 lbs of her carry weight in flight. Gear: Heavy Hitter Pouch of munition Goggles Light Alloy half-plate armor Pistol
With speed and quick thinking, Harpy would put some serious distance between the wolves and her; knocking out rock formations with her bats as well to make sure she could still fly well in the confines of the cave. As Harpy would begin to set her charges, beset by grimm, she would do her best to pistol whip them off her to buy time. It did aptly deal with a few, sending them spinning away or to the ground in a daze. Her hits not strong enough to kill them, but at least to slow their swarm. But there were still a lot to contend with and set the charge the charge as she would feel small impacts from them; on her armor or aura, whichever she was using. For now not enough to worry about, but a constant reminder that there would be more soon enough. Once the charges were set, she would set off into a flight that send the remaining ravagers tumbling off her. Only one was stubborn enough to hold on to her. But, rather than leave the cave immediately, she would stall. Leaving the crowd partially confused as she circled around and more ravagers entered; even the beowolves getting ever closer to her. Wondering why she didn't just cut her losses and escape? But they would also see her handling things well; a well timed bullet or hit if any got too close to her. "It seems Harpy is trying to go for glory! If she can hold off long enough, she can perhaps get rid of most the ravagers in one fell swoop. But can she pull it off?" The announcer would say to fill the crowd in, and also the Harpy in case she was doing it accidentally.
With the majority, as far as Harpy could tell, inside the cave and the beowolves dangerously close she would let out piercing shriek. Something the announcer had to quickly lower for the audiences sake. It worked in stunning the grim though; long enough for her to line up and fire. With ravers crashing into one another, some into walls, and the beowolf slowly trying to push against the screech...Before Harpy would do a second shot. It had taken both shots to set off the dust, sending a shower of dust and stone as the cave walls became unsteady…the secondary charge going off as well. Ravagers were getting buried in dust and rocks as harpy flew away with the crowd watching at the edge of their seats. The beowolf would push past rubble along with some ravagers, hot on Harpy's heels, as the cave collapsed behind them. Many of the ravagers, even flying as fast as their wings could carry them, were consumed by rock and dust. Harpy would soon be overtaken by it as well...feeling some impact her, but making it out of the cave as she could hear it be sealed off behind her. Shooting out from the crowd of dust, the crowd would jump to their feet and cheer at her well-pulled off plan. However, something else had made it out too. Holding onto her lower legs was the claws of the beowolf as it hung on to her; the combined weight beginning to drag Harpy down. "Harpy made it out, but it seems she got an unexpected hitchhiker along with her. Can she shake it off, or are these two taking a one way trip to the floor!?" He would ask rhetorically and dramatically to the audience. The crowd gasped and tried chanting her name. What would she do? {OOC: Do not kill grimm on your post. I will post how effective your attacks are.}
☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁ Skylar had managed to cause the collapse she'd been planning to and had caught everything inside it. She was about to soar up high and celebrate when she immediately began to fall as an added weight latched on to her legs. Far too much for her wings to carry. She somehow quickly ejected the mage from her pistol as she hooked her rifle and grabbed her dust clip, slamming it home and firing the remaining couple rounds into the beowolf's maw as it opened to bite or roar. She hoped it would outright die from the combination of having fought through her screeching and eating fire rounds. But, It would have been fine if it didn't. She just needed the thing off her. A rough landing would break her wings and ground her for a while if not permanently. And that's if the beowolf didn't just land and start slamming her into the ground over and over. ☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█Team: DSHR█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁
Post Count: 64 Current Wing Color: Teal fading to powder blue
Gear Consumes 20 lbs of her carry weight in flight. Gear: Line Drive Pouch of munition Goggles Light Alloy half-plate armor Pistol
As Harpy would emerge with passenger in turn, she would react quickly. In a blur of movement as she was being pulled down by the beowolf as it tried to break her aura, she would loud a dust clip into her rifle and fire at it as it was about to try and bite her arm. The dust infused rounds hit home as a small orange glow could be seen inside it as its grip loosened and let go...and exploded from the inside. The shockwave of it would've sent Harpy in a spiral for a few moments before she would be able to recover and stabilize. "And Harpy has cleared off the wolf! It seemed no Ravager swarm or mere wolf can take down this hunter of the sky. But how would she fare against a grimm that has been known to take down air ships?" He would ask rhetorically as Skylar would hear buzzing from before...Right before a Lancer would appear from a cave in the ground and begin flying up to her; moving erratically to avoid some shots, though being able to tank a good few if hit. Alongside it she would hear the flap of familiar wings...a small swarm, 10 ravagers, would also come out from the dust. Seeming to be the only ones to have survived the cave collapse. Harpy could see the exits from this area being closed off as the cage expanded; giving her plenty of room to fly around but nowhere to escape to. It seemed this would be the final confrontation. {OOC: Kill the grimm, but dont make it too easy. Final round before end of match.}
☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁ Skylar breathed a sigh of relief as the beowolf released her. Her chest hurt and her heart was pounding. The exertion wasn't the culprit though. Nothing terrified her more than the thought of falling from the air without the ability to fly and she'd just been forced to experience that. But, the staff gave her no chance to compose herself as a Lancer began to rush her, along with the remainder of the ravagers. She took off again, looping around, trying to stay out of striking distance. She stuck mostly to her pistol for now, trying to eliminate the Ravagers so they couldn't interfere when she was going to take on the Lancer. It took a couple of exhausting minutes to deal with the pack as they seemed to have grown wary of her . They even began to break off in smaller groups to go after her from multiple directions.
Finally though, she managed to get the last Ravager. Suddenly, her side seared in pain. Looking around, she could see the Lancer had fired it's stinger at her. Fortunately, it had only grazed her, though, she could still feel the warm trickle of blood. She dove down to get some speed going as the Lancer flew after her. She needed to think. This thing was clearly smarter. It wasn't firing it's stinger again as she flew along the wall, so, it wasn't going to fall for something stupid like an environmental kill. At the same time, she was out of dust Ammo. She led it on a chase, trying to find a more advantageous location to fight, always just keeping out of melee with it by repetitive use of her aerial dives. Finally, she found an area filled with columns and protrusions of rock where she could dart around.
The Lancer followed the girl until they reached an area where the girl broke off and vanished among the rocky formations. It flew in after her. Skylar weaved through the formations much like when the Ravagers chased her. She kept a mental record of every time she saw the Lancer, which way it was facing, which way it was going, all as she pulled the canister from her bag and removed the last crystal. She pocketed it for the moment and changed mags for both guns on the fly. She wasn't really ready for another screech yet. She was certain attempting would cause her to lose her voice for a bit, but, she needed to get in close without the Lancer grabbing her, meaning she had little choice. She should be behind the Lancer now, and a little higher. So, she whipped around the corner and dove down at it. As it turned to face her, she let out another shrill screech, making it's sting miss entirely and hit and embed in rock, locking the creature in place. She kept up the shrieking and grabbed the Lancer, unloading and entire clip into a soft point. She quickly pulled the crystal out and jammed it into the wound she made. Closing her wings, she fell straight down and drew her rifle, aiming up at the glowing crystal. She waited until confident she was not in the blast range and fired until she hit the crystal. Flaring her wings, she caught the pressure wave from the blast and used it to fly out of the area, avoiding falling rock.
She flew to the top of a mesa and waited to see if the Lancer would come back. But, as the dust settled as the rocks fell, nothing stirred. She landed on the mesa and began to cough violently, spitting up blood. It was the price she had to pay in order to screech that often and she'd been forced to use it this time. She wasn't going to be able to talk for a while and she certainly couldn't screech like that again.. She waited until the coughing fit ended before taking to the air again, heading for the exit so the medical team could look her over. ☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█Team: DSHR█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁
Post Count: 65 Current Wing Color: Teal fading to powder blue
Gear Consumes 20 lbs of her carry weight in flight. Gear: Line Drive Pouch of munition Goggles Light Alloy half-plate armor Pistol
