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Wyvern bumrushes Lucind.
Lucind performs sound attack directed at wyvern.
-- Estimated Timeframe: 0 seconds

Behemoth screeches right after Lucind, affecting all within hearing.
-- Estimated Timeframe: Maybe 0.5 seconds.

Behemoth strikes Vahn an instant after the screech.
-- Estimated Timeframe: 1 second

Awaiting effects of Lucind's sound attack on wyvern and screech on Lucind. Meanwhile, Behemoth directs attention at Lucind.
-- Estimated Timeframe: X seconds

Vahn gets back up, fires and explosive missile at Behemoth, which incidentally returns its attention back to him.
-- Estimated Timeframe: 5 seconds.

((Erinn gave me permission to NPC the wyvern for this post.))

Right when Lucind wanted to take breath for the second part of her attack - the paralyzing melody - a foreign screech teared the air around and forced some strangles noise coming from the woman's lips. With her sensitive hearing the behemoth's voice struck her hard and for a moment Lucind thought she was going to faint. However, in the same moment her psionic shields kicked in and her mental structure did its best to adapt to the unpleasant, quasi-magical frequency. Thus, the stunning effect wore off of the Half-Siren immediately and when she looked up the next time she saw the weird monster rushing towards her.

But there was still the wyvern. In addition to his panick from being injured and crashing on the ground, the death scream of his brother being roasted in the shipwreck's flames had send the young wyvern into a berserk like mode - whereas the screech of the beast had a similar effect on Lucind but not as strong as the one caused by the behemoth.

The wyvern's normal instincts had been twitched out and it would come at its target until it was stopped in one way or another. However, Lucind's and the monster's sound wave attacks left their marks at the wyvern, nevertheless, leaving it staggering around for a moment.


So, when Lucind raised her head she saw the wyvern in front of her stumble and the skull monster heading on, aiming for her right flank. She couldn't tell what exactly had happened to Vahn but thought to have heard him screaming. Also, the behemoth's speed was something she didn't like at all. The best idea she got in that moment was using the wyvern's disorientation and bring it between her and the monster. Therefore, she sprinted towards the wyvern's right side. A second or two later, though, Vahn's flame-arrow hit its target - and steam spread throughout the area. This wouldn't stop the wyvern from rampaging but it was advantageous for Lucind.

Letting her ears guide her, the woman approached the beast, avoiding beating wings. The e'shaton in her hand transformed back into its peal form for a moment but it was already been charged with sound wave energy for Lucind incantated some melody under her breath while getting close to the beast.
The pearl in her hand turned into the staff once more: it hummed and vibrated, the air around the fork-shaped end got blurred. The woman had to tighten her grip around it and went for the actual attack when she was near the wyvern's head and still walking or dancing around to make sure the berserk didn't waltz her down: Lucind jumped and used her charged staff as a spear, trying to ram the tuning fork into the wyvern's throat. If it hit, it would most likely cut off the beast's breath. In addition, the sound waves being released by contact would tear flesh and tissue around, maybe even blow away a good part of the beast's head.

After throwing the staff, Lucind would head out of the wyvern's range and pull out her wah sikeils.

Greeneyes could care less about trucks, about undead, and about anything else. Her mission here was to be sure Joseph Brown made it back to the A~E building safely, and gave her approval for Monroe to begin working on a cure for her.

So, sighing, the hreni woman went running after him, straight into the carnage.

((I'm having a hard time following what the hell's going on, so if something's right on top of me, let me know. So far I think all the actions been on the other side of town from where I was.))

Unlike most people, Vahn (while possesing to a degree, god-like reflexes) could not retract his action.

The arrow left the bow, and shot forward, only to continue shooting through nothing but air, impacting against something in the distance with another explosion.

"--Tch!"

His eye trailed upwards, as the spider...walker did it's impersonation of Michael Jordan.

Where the hell is---- OSHI--!

The building threatened to collapse under the new weight, as walls and support trembled. Vahn stared up to the ceiling above him, a good 2-3 floors seperating him from the thing atop the roof now.

At the same time the monster's tail would come down and in through the hole in the wall, jabbing like a scorpion's stinger.

Out of the corner of his eye, Vahn noticed it; which was really the only thing that prevent the tail jab from being fatal.

His shoulders, and left side of his face gained deep lines of crimson, as the points of the 'fork' sliced against his skin like a knife cutting melon. He staved off the majority of the spikes with the length of his flame bow, jamming the middle somewhat along the partitions of the tail.

This action forced his feet to drag backwards, as he resisted, the bow cracking under the pressure.

As it retracted it's tail it might have noticed a subtle difference in weight.

"N--ugh!"

Grabbing on tightly, even though the sharpness bit into his bare hand, he was dragged right out of the hole with the tail, lifted high into the air as it made ready to stab down and in yet again (assuming).

At the point in the air, Vahn would have let go, his left hand still clutching the cracked and breaking bow.

Hanging in the air for a bit, he brought the bow forward, pulling back with his right hand. He had somewhat of a perfect shot from above.

Alright then--!!

A blackened arrow formed, taking along with it most of the bow's mass, forming into an 'overload' of a shot. The creation was more than unstable as well as volatile, risking going off in his own face.

"Daaaaamn you!!!"

He cut loose with a tremendous boom.

The sound wave blast catapulted the staff out of the wyvern's flesh and landed somewhere on the ground.
When shredded tissue and blood flew around, Lucind scolded herself in thoughts.

Congrats, Miss Varhetel. You're damn lucky you activated that anti-heat shield before....or else... - she crouched into sidewards roll when the wyvern's tail whipped the ground where she'd just stood - ...you'd had a bigger problem than blood stains and slimey dragon remnants on your nice coat...

Where the blood was splashed onto the woman's skin and her cloth, a soft sizzling could be heard and thin wisps of steam rose - just like water dribbling onto a hot surface - which vanished shortly after the contact.

Okay. So the wyvern couldn't walk anymore - but Lucind wished her attack would've been lethal as it was planned to be. Now the beast had to suffer some longer. Hahh...what now?
She could either try to place a final stroke with her two short blades, or...
Thinking about the second option, the Half-Siren retreated until the raving beast had no chance to hit her with tail, wings or head.

Her first attempt using a melody on the female beast had been interrupted, so Lucind didn't know how useful such an attack was. Still, it was the better way to end the wyvern's torment in a matter of seconds without facing the risk of being injured herself.

Once again, Lucind quietly sang some tune and let her eyes drift halways shut as if relaxing. And indeed, she listened to her inner voices, summoning her ancestor's power. Her ears flickered a little. She then raised her head a little and gazed at the beast, her singing became louder and suddenly changed its character and intention: Lucind was going to use a combination of two types of Siren melodies to kill the wyvern.

She used an aggressive form of this melody to rush into the wyvern's mental area by force and replace the berserk mode with tranquillity. After a few seconds other themes wove themselves among the first.

Lucind knew it should be enough to make the deadly wounded beast give in into the process of dying, which would be nothing else but a release, for only the injuries from crashing onto earth would have most likely killed it in maybe half an hour.
After all, this was her 'job', to protect all kind of minds - or to help them find a 'nice' death and guide the soul out of the body.

And once again, the damage potential of the explosion was only half that of what it should have been, due to the chilling fire shield which acted against heat and fire as well as a little of the physical. As the explosion erupted against the moster's back, it's legs buckled against the crushing force of the explosion which caused it's body to slam into the side of the building as smaller pieces of bone which formed a shell on its back, woven together, would fall to the ground below.

However, after the explosion, now knowing where the man was, it would push off the wall, legs springing outwards as it flew backwards beneath the man. At that moment, before its body would tilt to righten itself so that it would land on its many legs, elecricity would crackle once more around its form.

Though it only lasted a moment, probably faster than the mind would be about to register what was happening, though the eyes were still sending information, it would be noticed by a close observer that the electricity gathered and jumped from one vertabrae to the next, starting from the tail up to the head before it's mouth would open and 'spit' a flashing bolt of lightning at the airborn Vahn.


After such an attack, with the air smelling of ozone, it would land on its legs and move back a bit so that it may tilt its flat skull upwards and peer into the air where the man was.