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 Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 6:51 pm
Well, at least the two of them were on the same page in regards to their thoughts on the Wraith situation- neither really had a clue.
"Hopefully," she called back at him about that particular giant mofo being their problem.
Unlike Remarque's lack of confidence in being able to fight and destroy a beast of that size, Leto was grinning from ear to ear- this was the kind of s**t she lived for. In fact, when she was a White Moon Senshi she fought giant youma on more than one occassion. She almost forgot that almost all of the current Dark Mirror Senshi would never have had to endure such a battle.
Leto's hands instinctively went together as she cracked all of her knuckles before tilting her head to each side, her neck popping. She rolled her shoulders and nodded at Remarque's claim of going for the Wraith's legs. She took a deep breath and held it, watching the Wraith chew on the rock as if it was nothing- that's when she followed suit and moved forward.
With Remarque going in one direction, she did her best to close the distance between herself and the Wraith to the right of it rather than head on- wincing as the pain shot through her leg with every step she took. When the two Dark Mirror Senshi neared the Wraith, that was when she called her Super level attack Leto Stealth Blitz, causing both herself and Remarque to camouflage into their surroundings... Hopefully enough so that it would bide them some time to close the distance and actually do some damage before her magic wore off.
[Note: This attack gives her the ability to camouflage herself and one other Scout she is with. When she uses Stealth , she is not completely invisible but much harder to see in comparison to her first attack. Speed is now increased as well. She is nearly completely unseen to low & mid-level enemies. Stronger enemies can find her much more easily. This attack lasts 30 seconds and it takes 2 minutes to recharge. It can be used twice per battle.]
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 7:20 pm
The wraith's head tilted; it had not noticed the two had moved until well after Leto's magic kicked in. It was obvious the second it realized that they were gone; it craned its head to peer behind the fallen slabs and, when it saw nothing, it backed up. Tail still twitching, its eyes scanned the ground once more before it roared and stomped its feet, as though one might when met with a distasteful bug.
Which, Remarque was feeling a bit like; a toe or two of the wraith would have been enough to cause serious damage, though he managed to avoid such by leaping atop the foot. One arm hooked around the wraith's leg to hold himself steady while the beast moved, though from there he was at a loss. He wanted to hurt it, wanted to smash his fist into the cracks.
But he knew what that would entail.
This whole creature was a weapon in itself; throwing a fist at it would only guarantee worse damage to himself—and he was not willing to take so much damage when he wasn't even sure if it would be enough to take the wraith down.
It wasn't worth splitting skin or severing nerves to get a single blow in.
The clever thing to have done would have been pick up another rock, but had he stopped he wasn't sure it would have been without the wraith noticing. He'd made it here, and that was good enough. So Plan B:
A quick glance to Leto to make sure she wasn't in harm's way just yet—and he slammed his foot down on a toe. It had taken a surprisingly large amount of pressure just to get the toe to crack, though relief flooded through him when it shattered beneath his boot. He took no damage from that—though the action had been enough to reveal his presence to the wraith.
It howled with such enthusiasm that Remarque wondered if wraith's could feel pain, but it wasn't long before he had to focus on his own wellbeing again. He was about to slam his foot down on the second toe before the wraith lifted its foot into the air; with no small effort it stood on its hind legs, digging its talons into the ground to keep steady as it flailed.
Remarque held on as tightly as he could, though even with the cracks it was difficult to get a grip on the smooth glass. It took four shakes to fully dislodge him, and while he groped for something to cling to, it was a feeble effort. He was sent flying through the air.
Had he managed to cling for but a few seconds more, he would have been spared; the wraith wobbled and lost its balance, teetering forward. It fell quicker than Remarque did; while he was still soaring through the air, trying to find something to spare his fall, its head passed by him. In that brief second, he was but a few feet from the row of teeth.
The reflection was so perfect he might as well have been standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Time felt like it stood still in that second; he had enough time to note that there was glass in his hair and his sleeve was only now growing damp with blood.
He wanted to take a moment to roll up his sleeves, pick out the glass—brush his hair—but the mirror started shifting.
He started falling again.
Falling.
He hated the sensation—and in a last desperate effort to avoid hitting the ground reached both arms out to latch onto the lip of the creature.
His fingers wrapped around the cold glass lips just a second before the wraith's legs hit the ground.
Hanging around near the wraith's mouth was probably a worse idea than hitting the ground; when it landed, two toes on one hand snapped off and a large crack split from the leg to the palm of the other hand. And it shrieked.
And immediately began clawing and trampling the ground before it.
Remarque craned his neck, half looking for an opening to drop, and half looking to see if Leto had escaped the onslaught of talons.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 7:21 pm
As Remarque lept on top of the Wraith's foot, Leto took a different direction.
Running under the Wraith's head and upper body, she dropped to the ground and slid under it's belly. When she reached it's back end, she grabbed a shard of glass and pulled herself up onto the beasts' tail in an attempt to scale it's back. But when Remarque slammed his boot into the Wraith's toe and suddenly it was screeching and rearing on it's hind legs, she was suddenly scrambling to grab onto a spike along it's spine to keep herself from falling to her demise.
A spew of curses followed by an annoyed sigh slipped out of Leto's mouth as she clung to the spine with her free hand, her eyes clamped shut until the movement stopped. It was only when she opened her eyes and looked did she realize that Remarque was no longer on the Wraith's foot where she had last seen him- which immediately sent her into a panic.
Finally she caught sight of him hanging from the Wraith's mouth and as she was about to attempt to get to him and help somehow, the Wraith shrieked and she cringed- every time the Wraith made that high-pitched noise Leto wanted to vomit.
When she finally decided it was safe to do so, she balanced herself as best as she could and ran like the ******** wind from the Wraith's lower back to the base of it's neck, using it's scales and spikes as a means to keep her from falling to her death and being trampled.
And now she had a decision to make- she looked down at Remarque, then at the shard of glass in her hand. She flashed him an apologetic look before slamming the shard of glass into the Wraith's eye, knowing that there was a very high chance of it throwing the both of them to the ground after she did so.
It was for the greater good.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 7:49 pm
Remarque locked eyes with Leto and in that split second, he knew what she was going to do. A part of him wanted to yell at her—berate her—for doing something that drastic when he was dangling, practically helpless…but the desire to see the creature hurt—to weaken it, somehow, forced him to keep his mouth closed.
He should have been more concerned with what was going to happen after she stabbed into its eye.
The mirrorwraith was wailing and frantically rolled its head in a sharp motion, trying to shake the senshi from its head.
Remarque managed to cling on tightly, though it was a futile effort. The glass was too smooth and the pure momentum from the beast's movement made him an easy candidate to remove. His strength was not in his fingers, and all too quickly was the unpleasant sensation of falling.
Flailing was unbecoming and he was well aware that it would not soften his landing; instead he tried to brace himself.
It didn't make the landing any easier.
He was fortunate he wasn't immediately impaled by the debris, though when he hit the ground he back of his head smacked, hard, and the breath once more rushed from his lungs. The room seemed darker than he remembered and he strained to force his eyes open. He could still hear the wraith's agonized bellows, so there was all the proof he needed that he wasn't dead.
Struggling to fill his lungs, he just barely managed to prop himself up on his elbows when he was met with a sight that made his blood run cold; the wraith was still flailing madly, trying to dislodge Leto, but it had not immediately forgotten about him.
Before Remarque had the strength to roll away, the wraith was pinning him down with one of its battered feet. It didn't apply enough pressure to severely maim him, but it sure as hell hurt—especially considering how close the claw to digging into his stomach.
Using both hands he squirmed, trying to push the weight from atop of him. He was frantic—as being crushed by some giant, mirrored lizard was not exactly how he wanted this day to end—but even with all the strength he could muster in that second, it wasn't enough to push the toe up more than a few inches.
The more effort he put into lifting the claw, the more his head throbbed and the less air he was getting into his system. Nothing was really looking like a good option right now, so he could only hope Leto was faring better. Not the he wanted to admit that he seriously wasn't in a good position right now.
Not that being flung around by a creature that could easily snap you in two had to be any more pleasant; he wasn't sure if it had thrown her into the wall or snapped her in two or if she was still hanging on.
All he knew was that he should have been better prepared for this. They should have planned this better—all of this—but he wasn't done fighting just yet.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 7:55 pm
Remarque's life at risk wasn't something she wanted- hell, she didn't want it for herself. But if this somehow saved the rest of the Court...
That was the last active thought that Leto had before the mirrorwraith began to thrash frantically to dislodge the two of them. While she couldn't say that she didn't expect it, she admittedly was very much so taken by surprise at the shear strength and rage that this thing exhibited.
As soon as the glass shard embedded into it's eye, Leto was moving- in an effort to stop exactly what was happening in front of her from happening. "NO!" She screamed out loudly as she attempted to reach out, watching as Remarque's grip slipped and he fell from the Wraith's mouth. Her arm was outstretched in a feeble and useless attempt to reach out and grab him. But she was too late and all she could do was stare and clamp one hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out as she watched his head hit the ground and the Wraith crush him.
With it's one foot pinning Remarque down, the Wraith shook it's head a second time and Leto was immediately dislodged. It tossed her into the air like a ragdoll and before she could come crashing down, it's large mouth opened and the jagged mirror-like teeth clamped down on her. Her back arched as she gasped in pain, one shard of glass going from her shoulder blade straight through to the other side, another at her pelvis. She was pinned between the Wraith's teeth and she could feel the wet warmth of blood pooling on her fuku and on her bare skin. She was sure she was going to die here.
Her head lolled to the side so she could stare down at the ground where she last saw Remarque.
In a last-ditch attempt to get free from the jaws of death, she reached up with her free arm and gave the Wraith a good hard hit with her metal bracer. Much to her relief-- if you could call it that-- the Wraith screeched again and essentially spat her out with another shake of it's head, causing her to tumble to the ground with her arms clutching her head to avoid hitting it like Remarque did.
This was a bad idea.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 8:02 pm
When Leto came crashing towards the ground, Remarque wasn't sure how much of a chance they stood. At first this had seemed like a simple mission.
Find the problem and fix it.
Actually looking at the problem…
They needed to get out of there. Fast.
They needed to rethink everything. Needed to regroup, patch themselves up, whatever—they just needed to get out of there.
Except the wraith didn't seem so keen on that happening.
Remarque thought he had finally gotten the upper hand when he continued to push on the wraith's talon and finally got some relief; he realized too late that he had nothing to do with it and it was just the wraith stepping back. It turned its whole body slowly, as if careful not to damage itself anymore. There was a hollow, ragged breathing; Remarque wasn't sure if wraiths actually breathed, but it had been clear from the beginning that this one was different. With each trembling breath, shards of glass and mirror flaked from it.
In that brief second that its back was almost entirely turned away, Remarque almost thought they would be fine. He almost thought it was leaving, and maybe he could grab Leto and make it to the hospital or something.
He had to have some sort of internal damage. He wouldn’t have been human if he hadn't. His ribs cracked when he tried to turn to look at Leto—and then he saw it arcing through the air.
The wraith's tail, spiny and long, sliced from one corner of the room to them. It hit the ground, sweeping up debris—and the two Dark Mirror Senshi—like mere dirt. As if the fall hadn't been enough, it felt like being hit with a semi truck combined. There was a large mirror across the room; Remarque was faintly aware of it but he was too tired—in too much pain—to think that he could actually walk through it.
All he could do was hold what little breath he had left and expect impact.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 8:05 pm
Laying on the floor after she dropped to the ground, she remained with her eyes closed. Her breathing was heavy and she was all too aware of the blood that seemed like it was everywhere. Her eyes opened eventually and her head turned to the side, incapable of moving her body in that particular moment, everything hurt far too much. She smiled at Remarque, as much as she possibly could, and muttered "I'm sorry--" before being cut off by the sweeping tail of the Mirrorwraith that launched them into the air yet again.
The pain was excruciating.
When they were thrown through the mirror and the glass shattered around them, she could've swore she saw literal stars. There was nothing that had ever happened to her in her 3 years of being a Senshi-- both White Moon and Dark Mirror-- that even compared to what she felt in that moment, slipping in and out of consciousness as she fell.
Her training as a Blood Moon Court Senshi. Her enlightenment when she was thrown through Ares' mirror. The attack in the park in which her face and knee were shattered. Nothing came close. When she would come to periodically, the only sound she could make were choked, pained sobs. At one point, she tried to cling to herself and it only seemed to make things worse. Were bones broken? She couldn't even tell anymore.
Eventually Leto's bloodshot eyes opened, one of her eyelids swollen and dark. It hurt to blink, to look around, to think. When she caught a glimpse of what looked like a reflection of herself as a first stage White Moon Senshi, her heart lurched thinking about her Blood Moon Court comrades. Casting her eyes away from the mirror, a flash of her best friend appeared in another mirror. What the hell was happening?
She just wanted to sleep. So so so badly. Her eyes burned and felt heavy. Her body ached all over. She was pretty convinced she was going to die here. Falling forever and ever and she would just fall asleep. Maybe sleep wouldn't be so bad........
But when Leto fell past another mirror, she saw Veer. Her Negaverse family in another; Zink, Lina, Howl. The three Dark Mirror Senshi she converted with- Ares, Gaia, and Requiem. Brief flashes of White Moon Senshi that she had been focusing on pushing to convert. She saw her awakening with *********, her baptism in Ares' mirror, her promotion to Captain of the Dark Mirror Court.
Everything of importance in her life as a Senshi flashed before her eyes in mirrors as she fell into the black abyss that was... Well, where-ever this was. Was she still in MirrorSpace? She really couldn't tell anymore. Was Remarque even there? She tried to call out to him, but her voice seemed to disappear into the blackness. There was a disgusting knot in her stomach that she couldn't get rid of, worrying that her Vice Captain was dead.
And this was her fault. She shouldn't have brought him into this. She should've done this on her own. Instead, both of their lives were risked and she may have just gotten Remarque killed.
If she and Remarque died, and Ares was gone, who was supposed to take care of the Dark Mirror Court? Would Ares ever come back? With the three of them being gone and the Negaverse Alliance on rocky ground at best, would the DMC even survive? Would they one day cease to exist? All of this ran through her head as she scrambled to figure out what the ******** she could possibly do.
Then she began to panic. Like, full-blown anxiety attack.
It was then that Leto burst into tears, practically in hysterics, completely uncaring of how painful it was to cry. Her face hurt, her abdomen and shoulder hurt as she gasped for breath, hyperventilating. She couldn't leave her team, her family, behind. She had already lost one life, was she really going to lose another? This one permanent?
She had too much to lose, too much left to do-- both as Sailor Leto and as Quinn Bennett.
Finally, she closed her eyes and let herself fall, tears staining her cheeks.
When her body hit the glass a second time she screamed, high-pitched and bloodcurdling. It was as if the mirror engulfed her and set her very being, her starseed, her soul on fire.
Everything went black.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 9:26 pm
The impact Remarque had expected didn't come in the same way he'd imagined. He imagined crushing pressure, shards cutting into his skin, bones smashing…
He felt none of it.
The sound of glass shattering and crumbling all around him filled his ears, and his vision went dark, and then everything was cold.
Not an unpleasant cold, though.
It was like walking into an air conditioned house after yard work on a hot summer day—refreshing.
Time felt like it had stopped; Remarque felt strangely disconnected from everything. For a short while it felt like he was floating in a pool, and his consciousness was nagging at him, trying to lull him to sleep. He might have, had he not been faintly aware of hair tickling his face. It was a great effort to just crack his eye, and when he did it was with a disgruntled sigh.
At first, all he saw was blackness, and then gradually he became aware of lights moving just out of his line of vision. It wasn't for another moment that he was able to force himself to open both eyes and actually look.
He couldn't make out much details, it was dark and he was surrounded by what looked to be dark bricks on every side. His first thought was that he had fallen down some sort of hidden well, though while there seemed to be an endless distance between himself and the walls and yet he could make out details well enough that he might as well have had his nose pressed against the bricks. While the walls were clear enough, he couldn't see the ceiling—and was too tired to look down for the ground.
He could see mirrors in the distance, above him and growing more distant, though they were too far for it to matter. He had seen enough mirrors that he wasn't in a rush for more.
He was hardly concerned with details, though; the only thing that mattered was that in opening his eyes, he confirmed what he had feared: he was falling. It felt more like floating than spiraling downwards, but it didn't change the fact that he was still falling.
He should have cared more, he just couldn’t bring himself to. He wanted to sleep. He was tired, and sore, and when he tried to sit up, he was reminded of how much his ribs hurt.
For a long moment, he just focused on breathing.
In, out. Deep breaths.
Sleep felt almost just within his reach—and the idea seemed so good. Head hurting? Chest throbbing? Arm stinging? Just sleep it off. Everything would be fine when he woke up.
Hell, maybe he didn't even have to.
Just take a nice long nap—who even cared?
He deserved a rest, right? He'd been working so hard on…
Something. Some vague, nagging thought in his head that kept resurfacing just when he was closest to drifting into sleep. He wanted to sleep, to just let it go. But that nagging thought, like an alarm pulling him from a sweet dream.
He hadn't even realized he'd closed his eyes again until he had to force them open.
He caught sight of a mirror—and seemed a bit perplexed when he wasn't greeted with his reflection. Instead, he saw a burst of color. A pastel rainbow, and pools of water that glistened. He recognized the Surrounding. The Mirror Pools. The space he craved so much.
By the time he blinked again, the mirror had come and gone. There was another one—Ares, on the Surrounding, taking the new recruits to Mirrorspace. Another mirror; his first night powered in Destiny City.
They were memories, usually much stronger in his mind. Now, he couldn’t focus enough to remember what he'd had for breakfast.
As he continued to fall, he passed more mirrors. Training with the Dark Mirror Senshi. When Dahlia upgraded him. The battles he fought between then and his next upgrade blended; so much time spent gathering energy, talking, fighting. He saw Lyssa, simultaneously delivering permanent nightmares and upgrading him. He had relished the power, though.
Senshi he hadn't seen in a while appeared in the mirrors—Tsui, and the scar on his hand. He still had to find her. Acubens, lost.
The ambush. Being promoted to Vice Captain. Ares' disappearance. The faces of his Dark Mirror Senshi allies. Benitoite showing him what was left of Bazzite.
Going back into space. Lenka smashing a mirror over his head. Proposing to Raven.
So many faces were blending together, and though Remarque remembered—recognized—his mind was still struggling to catch up.
He had a bit more energy, and even if he was so exhausted, something was kicking him for just laying there, letting himself fall. He had something to do, after all.
Something?
Oh. The wraith.
No, it would take care of itself, wouldn't it? The other Dark Mirror Senshi would figure things out. There were a few more eternals, maybe they could take care of it. Lesath—
He stiffened.
Lesath. Raven.
He didn't want her anywhere near that thing. He didn't want to think of her, battered and bloody, gasping for air and clinging to life. He cared too much about her to want to think about her. She wasn't going to go anywhere near that wraith, not if he had anything to do about it.
…But was there anything he could do?
The numbness was gripping his mind again; it was hard to think, to focus. Every breath hurt, but succumbing to the numbness, the fatigue, it was just so welcoming…
A light, different from the others caught his attention for long enough to pull him away from it.
A mirror, hovering in the darkness.
It showed not his reflection but her—Raven's—perfect reflection. Smiling, hair bouncing as she turned to look over her shoulder. He couldn't just abandon her like that. Would she be satisfied with just a disappearance? Without so much as a goodbye?
And then there was his mother to think about.
Her image flashed through a mirror as he continued to fall.
What would she do without him? She'd have been all alone, and after the last time someone had left her, would she make it through that again?
Maybe. They were both tough. Raven was a strong girl and had managed well enough on her own. His mother had stood on her own for too long.
They'd have been fine without him.
Unless the youma kept growing.
If it got out and started terrorizing Destiny City—or if the wraiths just kept draining energy from anyone—everyone—would they have been safe?
And what about his allies? The people who did stand a chance. The Negaverse and the Dark Mirror Court. Would they have been able to stop it in time?
Remarque didn't want to think about a wraith getting them. Or the senshi—the ones that could still be saved? The ones who were tolerable? If this wraith got out, they'd never look at the Dark Mirror Court the same. What was left of their alliance with the Negaverse would crumble. Every White Moon Senshi and Knight would see them as monsters.
And where would that leave the rest of the Court?
With a giant damn wraith problem and no way to take care of it. If any more of them made the same mistake he and Leto had, they'd just wind up…
Dead.
Dead?
Well, hell, what of that was fair?
And what about him? Was he just going to let himself die?
The thought struck a chord in him, and it was like being really woken up. He couldn't quit now, not like this. There was still fight in him; he wasn't going to leave this problem for the people who had wormed their way into his heart. He couldn't have quit even if he wanted to; more than adrenaline revitalized him. He suddenly felt like he had just woken from the best rest of his life—like he'd eaten a full course meal. Like he'd never even been scratched by the wraith.
In that same second, the falling stopped. He never saw the ground approaching, but he sure as hell felt it. The mirrored floor shattered as he passed through it, and a strange burning consumed him.
Darkness consumed him again.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 9:47 pm
It was no fluke that Ares had chosen these two particular soliders to help care for her fledgling faction. Both had doned their role as co-captian in their own way, but despite any differences in their style or outlook, they shared at least one important thing. An undying loyalty. Whether it was to Ares herself, to their cause and ideals as a Dark Mirror senshi, or even simply to the teammates they were tasked with looking over both Leto and Remarque cared deeply about the faction. The Queen Ares had seen it, and anyone who knew either senshi, even a little, would be hard pressed to question their devotion. It was after all why they were here wasn't it? Travelling through an a labrinyth of smoke and shifting pathways. Standing up against a creature that they had very little chance of defeating. They had felt a need to protect their team and had stepped up to the responsibility that had been bestowed upon them. If Ares wasn't here to take care of the problem, then it was THEIR problem. Even if their desire and drive had shifted that problem of 'fixing things' to simply surviving and walking out alive. What would the faction do without their Queen and Vice Captians? Would it crumble? Would the wraiths undo them all? Two soliders, teammates, falling through nothingness, fighting against failing bodies. They weren't the best of friends by any means. They didn't always see eye to eye, maybe not even often. In their final moments what drove them to go on was very different. But in the end they needed each other. Neither could do this on their own. It took the two parts to make a whole. Remarque. Charismatic and sure of himself. It made him the perfect solider for temptation, a whirlwind force tugging at the strings of doubt in the White Moon senshi, trying to convince and convert them. While some within his own faction might have labeled him overly aggressive or tough in training, they could hardly argue the intent behind it. The betterment and wellbeing of all Dark Mirror members constantly at the forefront of his mind. Leto. Determined, blunt, and explosive both in the best and worst ways. She carried out her duties with vigor and grit. Whether it was training her teammates or working as liason with the Negaverse she'd always given it her all, just as she expected of them in return. Her camoflauge was perhaps fitting of the solider she was. Puppetry and Camoflauge. They didn't seem to mesh or relate in anyway. Or did they? Both contained an element of deception or craftiness. Perhaps that was all there was left that might be able to carry them back into the world of the living and onward in this battle when their strength began to give out against an opponent so much stronger than them... Confidence, tenacity, and guile. Was that even enough? Amid it all something else watched these two fighters. It saw what Ares had once seen in them and even more then the Queen could have ever imagined. Two fighters standing up together for their own lives, each other, and the future livelihood of their teammates. Glass and blood mixed with sweat and fatigue. A resolution that even the pain and fear couldn't quash. And that something answered. These two souls would not die today. As each figured crashed into the mirrored floor they were consumed with heat and energy, wrapping around them like the whispy smoke that usually filled mirror space. And when that smoke and darkness subsided they'd find themselves enveloped in the light once more. Rejuvinated. Reinvigorated, with brand new crystals clutched in their palms.  
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 3:18 pm
Solid ground came fast and hard and although painful, it was welcome. Leto didn't want to fall anymore. She groaned and shook her head slightly... And it was then that the confused expression passed over her face. Was that... Fur that she felt against her cheek? A hand came up to rub at her eye, and when she opened them she was met with golden bracers rather than the silver ones she had been accustomed to over the last few years. And in her free hand, she held something- something that definitely wasn't there before. She moved, and surprisingly her body didn't ache like she thought it would, or should for that matter. Looking down at the glinting crystal in her palm, she blinked a few times, attempting to process what exactly had happened. All she remembered was pain, and falling, and darkness and... Well, more falling. Pushing herself up to her feet- which were now bare- Leto finally looked down at herself. It was as if the smoke that filled mirror space enveloped her like a cocoon and spit her out as something entirely different. She grasped at the green sheer fabric that was tied around her waist, her fingers clutching it almost desperately, afraid that it would disappear. That this was some twisted dream that she would suddenly wake up from. The wings on her back unfolded to their full length, and like a dog chasing it's tail, Leto spun in a circle to try and see them. "Holy ******** s**t..." she breathed. It was then that she remembered what she was doing there- and she had a whole new resolve to get s**t done. Leto would have called for Remarque if his fourth stage power signature hadn't been like a blinding beacon, and that made her grin to herself knowing that her partner had had the same experience she did. She moved towards him, her crystal clutched protectively in her right hand, her war-painted face more determined than ever. Broken bones and blood be damned, they were going to end this once and for all.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 11:13 am
Remarque was not expecting to land on his feet, though there was grim fascination when he did. The burst of power was refreshing, albeit fairly confusing. He didn't know what had happened at first, until he felt a strong aura. Initially he assumed it was Ares and looked up; he wasn't sure if he was pleased or disappointed when she wasn't there.
Just Leto.
Just Leto?
But she was not the only one who had changed. An unfamiliar figure in the mirror next to him was brief cause for alarm—until he realized it was him. He didn't bother to analyze himself for a long period of time; he could always do that later. Right now, they had something far more distracting.
The wraith looked a bit alarmed and reeled back, tearing wide it's maw so that it could roar once again.
Now, it didn't seem to hurt as much. The noise throbbed in Remarque's ears, but it wasn't so deafening.
"Guess today's our lucky day," he called to Leto from where he stood. He was vaguely aware of soreness, but he felt new—alive.
Like he could take on the world.
Starting with this wraith.
And maybe now they actually stood a chance.
The wraith backed up, looking side to side. It was nervous, though like any cornered animal it seemed fiercer now than ever.
"How do you want to do this?" he called, rolling his shoulders and trying to get reacquainted with his body. It was such a strange feeling—knowing that he was in his skin, and yet it felt so different. There was a hell of energy just waiting to be released—and with his adrenaline as it was now?
He was ready to get this over with.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 12:55 pm
"I don't have a ******** clue," Leto replied to him with complete honesty, taking a few steps on bare feet to close the distance between the two Royal Dark Mirrors. She watched the Wraith as it reeled and practically screamed at them. "I think we just need to... Do it, y'know? The more time we take standing here talking, the more pissed off and nervous this thing is getting." She looked down at the crystal that she was clutching in her right hand, then looked back at Remarque. Leto winked at him before taking a running start towards the giant angry Wraith, she launched herself into the air and flared her dark wings to allow her to throw herself at it's face. Her golden bracer collided with it's jaw and she used her wings to flip herself up onto it's head a second time. Reaching down into the Wraith's mouth, she used all of her strength to rip one of it's shard of mirror-tooth out of it's mouth and then proceed to slam the sharp end of it into it's face.
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 10:33 pm
Remarque tracked Leto's movements; he had no intention of forcing her to do this all on her own, but he wasn't going to rush in without making an assessment. He let Leto distract it for a moment as he tried to figure out where its weakness was.
A creature that big had to have a sizable weak point—right?
Shattering its legs would have been ideal, but it was hard to forget how dangerous its thrashing could be when it started flailing again.
It had been in pain when Leto yanked out its tooth, but it had been furious when she used its own tooth against it. That one simple move had done a fair bit of damage; there was a huge crack where the tooth had been impaled. The glass fractured outward in several direction and each movement only seemed to make it worse.
The wraith jerked its head and tried to stomp forward and flailed.
If Leto wasn't careful, she was going to get thrown right off. If she landed against any of the jagged shards protruding from the room, it could cause a lot more damage than what she'd already taken.
The simple solution was to hold the thing in place—and thankfully, Remarque knew just how to do that.
Hopefully.
Though the size was a little daunting, his strings had never let him down before, and with this new power he could only hope he could put his faith in them once again. It was worth a shot.
He focused on his attack, on his crystal—it was familiar, but different. Maybe it was because this thing wasn't even remotely human. Strings descended on its major joints, wrapping tightly around its knees, its tail, its neck. The wraith only struggled harder, but it was only hurting itself. The strings gripped fiercely, binding into the glass. The strings were unrelenting but with each violent jerk, they cut deeper, crushing the glass beneath them.
Hairline fractures formed. They intensified. Shards of the mirrors began to flake off of the monster, first small and then larger. Some of the jagged edges managed to sever the strings Remarque had summoned, freeing certain limbs, but the attack had served its purpose; the wraith was made fragile. It was falling apart.
It continued to stomp and throw its head around in a desperate attempt to be free—to smash its opponents before they had the chance to smash it. The wraith slammed its tail into the wall behind it; it shattered, into a thousand tiny pieces.
They had hurt the wraith, but it was still standing—albeit on crumbling legs. It opened its mouth and snapped at Leto, trying to snap her in two between what teeth remained.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:45 am
Leto and Remarque didn't always see eye to eye- especially in how they went about in battle. Leto was stubborn and had a temper and those things almost always blinded her to seeing how she should probably do things. So when she realized that she just pissed off the Wraith more than it already was, it actually made her laugh, because she was just so angry and reckless and there Remarque was... Safely on the ground, using his brains and forming his attack to bind the creature that she was clinging to. It was time that Leto used her head for once as well. When the wraith snapped at her, she immediately pushed off of it, and pumped her large black wings a few times to get her airborn to avoid the assault, then dropped easily enough to the ground. She was about to focus on her own crystal, when she came to a realization. She had no idea what her new attack would do, but she knew exactly what her Eternal attack did, and that made her grin. "Leto Hidden Ambush!" She propelled herself towards the Wraith so that it was within the radius of her attack, but remained hovering over the ground so that she didn't lose her footing. The ground began to crack easily beneath them, areas of it raising and shaking under the Wraith's bound feet, tall grasses sprouting up to conceal the two Dark Mirror Senshi making it even more difficult for the giant beast to attack them.
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 6:11 am
Briefly, Remarque eyed Leto's wings and the strange motion that came with her using them. He was too used to the useless wings clinging to his midback, always getting in his way when he tried to turn.
Those wings were gaudy. These? …Well, these he couldn’t complain about. Not right now, at least.
Remarque couldn't remember actually having seen Leto's attack before; he didn't know what to expect of it. All he knew was that his attack, coupled with the damage he'd taken over had left him feeling more tired than he cared to admit. He didn't have to focus on the strings to maintain them, but he didn't know how long they were going to last, especially with the wraith trying so desperately to yank free from them.
He wasn't too worried about being in the wraith's immediate line of attack, but he knew he couldn't stay back for too long. He and Leto had done some good damage, and it was showing. Now they just needed to finish the job.
With another hideous screech, the wraith tried to take a step forward to bite into the closest enemy, but it only worsened the cracks. The second it tried to put pressure onto a single clawed paw, it shattered. Shards of glass shot everywhere; when it tried to catch itself with its other paw, the entire limb wound up pinned beneath the wraith's chest. When its snout hit the ground, a part of it snapped off, though its tail swung through the air and even with such damage, it still attempted to snap at Leto.
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