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Corrupt Basic Diesel of Combustion l 2 R4
R1: 3
R2: 3
R3: 3
R4: 2

((Diesel is so excited to fight, and he's so bad at it.))

He'd wanted to prove he could be useful. While Nat was being helped out by a cute red-head and Narci didn't have any skills to aid him in combat, Diesel wanted to be the one to protect them, to show them that while everyone else was down, he could be there.

It was just a matter of getting close and not being mauled in the process.

Because no matter how he looked at it, Diesel had to be close to be effective. He didn't have the physical strength of someone like his brother, and his magic needed him to physically come in contact with something for it to activate. Diesel glanced at his hands, slowly curling and uncurling his fingers. The issue was there was no way to get close.

When Diesel dove forward, it only took a swipe of the monster's claws to whip up such a force of wind that it sent everything sprawling backward. The growing trees and mounting darkness didn't help. Branches and twigs snapped out at him, slicing through his fuku and his skin. He wasn't fast enough to dodge them all, and he was basically blind after having spent too many days in his contacts even without the surrounding darkness. He wanted to fight because he could, but maybe his time was better served lingering close to his allies and blocking any more threats to them.

The talismans seemed to have some greater purpose now that they were activated; they continued to glow brightly, so much so that it seemed like the darkness physically recoiled once the talismans were in full effect. The darkness snapped back to the creature, hitting it as though it had been struck with a blow. It stumbled backwards.

Everything warped oddly; for a few seconds, time and space seemed irrelevant. The trees jerked back down to their usual size--and the monster as well.

It staggered where it stood, clearly on its last legs.

It wasn’t giving up. It spread its arms still, like a gate to block them from getting past it.

Weakened, it was not yet defeated, and its eyes flashed with desperation. It let out another deafening howl and flushed out its fan of feathers, giving it as much size as possible. It was trying everything in this last ditch--the fog was rolling in, the eyes of its feathers were trying to hypnotize, and it was barking loud, frantic sounds to try and disorient as many of the group as possible.

But something else had been activated.

The strange metal pieces that had been littered around town, scattered and broken, began to shift in the hands of their owners-frantically trying to escape their clutches.

The first piece flew through the air and struck the creature like a rock being thrown--and the second and third rapidly followed. It slashed, distracted by them, but more seemed to flow through the air. They were hovering around the creature--collecting around it. It continued to swipe at them instead, buying a little time for the group to make their last efforts.

Corrupt Basic Diesel of Combustion l 2 R6
R1: 3
R2: 3
R3: 3
R4: 2
R5: 2
R6: 8

Everything seemed to lift all at once. The talismans shined their light upon the creature, and everything about it recoiled at once. The darkness dissipated, the looming sizes shrunk, Diesel could breathe normally again, as if the air was clearer and a weight lifted from him.

Now that things were moving, he didn't dare get close to the monster, lest he was caught among its desperate attempts to fend of shards and talismans. While nothing had seemed to work before, everything was in motion, now. Diesel's focus whipped around, scanning where he'd landed and searching for his comrades. Something like hope bubbled in him, but he didn't want to let that feeling get the best of him.

He wanted to make sure Nat and Narci were still okay, he wanted to stand by him in case whatever magic was flowing wasn't as beneficial as they all hoped.

Diesel spotted Rakovanite slinging his chakrams out at the creature in an attempt to aid whatever was happening to stop it, and the senshi moved to stand close at his side, waiting and watching to see how things would unfold in this moment. He wasn't of any use, himself, but he tried not to get swept up in the emotions of the moment, or the fog or creature's barks could make him act deliriously and turn against anyone who came too close...

He didn't want to risk that, so he smothered a bit of cloth from his fuku over his mouth to keep from breathing anything in, and waited.

Realta | 6 Roll 4


The Savannah yowled and hissed, her fur standing on end as she watched the creature continue to grow. The trees along with it. It's form twisted further, gnarled like the clawing branches above. Eyes began to form within the darkness, staring, watching. Waiting just outside the shield Athalia had summoned.

The guardian flinched. How long till his magic failed? He was injured. Could he cast it again? Could he keep the darkness and those hunting eyes back? The creature's claws slammed against the barrier, and she jumped just as Metis cried out in turn.

Her body trembled, but the Mauvian forced herself to grit her teeth. Focusing her energy into another beam, the light shot out, striking the creature and, for a moment, a little of the fear and panic began to subside. But not much. She paced and hissed, only managing to laugh slightly as she heard Metis call out. At least one of them could be brave... Realta felt more like a scardy-cat in that moment than a proper guardian...

Corrupt Rigel of the Eldritch | 7 Roll 4


He was terrified, but he was laughing. He was shaking, but he was smiling. Rigel looked on in a mix of horror and glee as the creature grew in size, larger and larger as even the trees around them got larger, and the shadows consumed more and more.

He wondered, briefly, if Seraphinite would call him insane for the smile on his face in that moment, twisted in fear and delight as it was. But this was wonderful to see in person.

Realta | 6 + 5 (11) Roll 5


Who would have thought the odd little bundle of wood and leather with the odd markings and weird stain would have been useful? She'd helped pull them down in case they were connected to the creature, though the glimmer of hope she'd felt upon holding one in her mouth had been... more than a tad bit reliving at the time, too.

Now, as they glowed, Realta found herself able to take a breath again.

Corrupt Rigel of the Eldritch | 4 Roll 5


He watched the light from the talisman with a mixture of relief and disgust. Everything he knew from horror stories and folklore said this would likely spell the end of his fun. How troublesome. Just when things were so horrible and amazing, too.

X Silistra Page of Saturn: Dam 4 + 7 + 8 + 3 + 5 + 9 / talisman bonus +5

Roll 6

Silistra was standing back holding up her talisman and watching as the other knights and senshi attacked for the last time working to take the monster down. She hoped this would take them all home and this would finally end. She was looking forward to a hot bath and a cup of tea. She watched as the metal pieces went to spin around the creature and she watched curiously as it distracted the monster. She wondered what they were and where they came from. It seemed strange to her that they had been brought here and there were things here that hurt this creature.