Zircon nodded meekly to General-Queen Shadeite, watching with sharp eyes as the sovereign disappeared from sight and presumably entered the fray. Still clutching her crystal, the Captain peeked over the edge of the building once more, watching as events began to unfold. Shadeite was right; without a partner, Zircon would be essentially useless in the thick of things, but up in the rafters, she could make assessments, formulate plans, get her breathing back to normal. Vespa's magic had the capability to wreak havoc, but Kairatos was no average target, nor were the others, upon closer inspection.
"Add Hvergelmir, Knight of the Cosmos," Zircon spoke into her crystal, trying to ignore the sick feeling in her gut when she looked at the woman's face and thankful that she covered the scars out of a need to protect herself. In the back of her mind, she envisioned a fountain and the greatest view of the stars she'd ever seen, a guiding voice that spilled White Moon lies like the sweetest honey. It seemed that Kairatos would not be the only ghost of Zircon's transgressions to make an appearance this mission. Sweet Hvergelmir, if only she would agree to wear a gown in black. "She's a noncombatant, shouldn't be any issues there."
The entrance of General Andronicus came at an opportune moment, though Zircon eyed the Rogue General with caution. It was well known that Andronicus was ever-rebellious against the Negaverse, even being brought into the fold, and her presence was something of a wild card in what was already shaping up to be an abnormally high-stakes capture. Still, it was ally herself with her or the Ascended General spitting out wasps, and Zircon would choose a fellow officer any day.
Hunter's boomerang in hand, Zircon jumped down from her high position, taking a stand a few steps behind Andronicus. She paused, putting one hand to her throat where the olive choker lay, then stepped forward, ready to initiate. "Have they agreed to surrender, General?" she asked, her voice tentative but willing to give the benefit of the doubt. "That might make our evening easier, don't you think?" Her eyes bore hard on Themiscyra, calculating the amount of time she would need to close the distance between them and get her in a hold. From there, she should be easy enough pickings.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 2:13 pm
There'd been a hint of smug achievement when her chain had struck its target. She'd begun to step closer, readying the weapon to strike again, almost willing to step into the popping, stinging insects to get a better shot at the senshi. It certainly looked like he was going to focus on fighting her for the moment--an opening she hoped Tanais and Kairatos would take full advantage of.
Until the cold sensation sparked down her spine, and Themiscyra's muscles bunched, flexed, and she began to turn towards the sudden appearance of another agent at her back. Before she could lash out though, cover her unguarded flank, she caught the tap on her shoulder, the barest wisp of purple hair, and she couldn't help herself. She grinned to Andronicus, a brief, very brief exchange but one nonetheless. Glad you're on our side. The news the Rogue General held however, prickled her skin, and her recovering smile was cynical at best. "Kill me, take them huh? Sounds about right." It was her hide as well as Hvergelmir's. Transcendeds weren't of much use to an organization intent on corrupting all it touched. Yet it wasn't her own predicament that made her blood run cold.
It was the sight of the other two Mars knights, combating the Ascended, knowing what would await them if captured, that set her nerves and teeth on edge. They'd gotten them back from the Negaverse. She wasn't about to see them fall back to its sway if she had anything to say on it.
Still, she'd not missed how Kairatos had almost turned too hostile in their direction, and the Transcended placed herself firmly between her companions and her friend. Negaverse General she might be, Andronicus she would always be.
Which was perhaps why she managed a small, bemused smile that flicked across her lips as yet another Chaos signature came up behind her. Her gaze lingered ahead on Tanais and flickered to Hvergelmir, trying to gauge if either woman was within the range for her magic. Least she could do would be to give them a hearty physical boost if they'd use it. Not that it'd do any good for Themiscyra herself--or her corrupted companion at her back. Surrender? Her hands slowly rose in the air till they were about even with her shoulders, her left still clutching the chain whip in a loose grip. Surrender, huh? To a death warrant? The Negaverse agents didn't know her very well, did they? It was enough to lighten her mood, odd as that might have seemed. Her smile was energetic, enthusiastic. This was shaping up to be... a rather interesting mission.
The second signature was weaker than her own, but even as she glanced over her shoulder, she could only place the Negaverse agent (Zircon) slightly. A brief encounter in the past, she supposed. Or more? Faces blended together when she wasn't careful. It was a nasty habit she'd been forming these last few years. "Two against one, huh?" The Knight of Themiscyra laughed outright. "I like those odds."
The small voice adding to the number only confirmed what Shadeite already knew as she circled the fight. Another transcended... that one would also need to die. She didn't remember this one, though, and it brought a narrowing of her eyes. It wasn't often that the General-Queen found her information lacking... this must be a new, unreported event. It would need to be noted, but it wouldn't matter for much longer.
The ascended was doing a nice job, at least, of keeping the opposition distracted. They seemed entirely focused on him, though the dark haired one was keeping an eye turned outwards. Futile effort... those red eyes skimmed right over the General-Queen under her cloak and took no more notice of her than of the concrete she walked on, despite the chaotic aura she put out like choking black smoke. As it should be. With the Royal Knight focused on attacking Vespa, he would never even notice her until it was too late.
Firm fingers twisted the wire between her hands and it bunched and curled, stranding together into a thicker and thicker cable. She didn't need to take his head off, only subdue him... the wire in its uncoiled form would sever flesh with enough pressure. By the time the General-Queen made it around behind the Royal Knight, her garrote was ready and she stepped forward with confidence, the rope pulled tight between her hands as she dropped them over Kairatos's head.
Her cloak dropped the moment she moved into offensive. A bland, unassuming looking woman with blue hair appeared behind the Royal Knight a moment before she dropped her weapon around his head and jerked it back, unyielding strength pulling it tight around his neck.
"Surrender, Knight." She intoned, her voice low in his ear. "There is no escape. Surrender, or I will kill your companions."
Not that she wouldn't kill them anyway.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 7:26 pm
Captain Buyan had followed Buddy into the plot and well she might have missed what precisely they were going to do. She was readied for directions sitting poised on the balls of her feet. Her perch was beside her General King Buddy.
Her golden eyes slid over to him when the crystals weren't active. "Precisely what are we here to achieve?" One brow was lofted, it was a pitty that this was a distraction to the Captain's night. "Things were starting to get fun before we had to come here." She pouted just a little but she still waited for the order from whoever was in charge of this. Which was obviously not Buddy. It lacked his grace and poise -- as well as his usual savoir faire.
Unlike his Ascended brother, Kerberos spent most of his time above ground - though in equally self-imposed isolation. (Of a sort.) But the call on the communicator - a chance to play with a Royal Knight - was far too much to resist. The blue-haired Ascended General flickered into existence a bit away from the given location, so he could judge auric presences - and then teleported a second time to place himself as much in the thick of it as possible.
Hello, brother dear, he greeted Vespa through their connection, and then, ten feet, unless you'd like both of us to be taken in by my magic. (An image of a field of wilted, black asphodel blooms.) Everyone else could simply deal with it - but Kerberos had yet to be caught up by his own attacks, and he intended to keep it that way. He also did not intend to ******** around in any way, shape, or form, particularly since Vespa's magic was already in the air, he was in the thick of it, and he really rather hated those damned stinging wasps.
"Asphodel's Requiem." It was what passed for a greeting from him, these days. Particularly for Knights that weren't Avalon.
Asphodel's Requiem
Sailor Kerberos says the name of his attack and spreads his arms, and in a radius of ten feet around him, a field of asphodel flowers grows up. Anyone, Chaos or Order, within the radius except Kerberos experiences crippling grief and hopelessness. In addition, the affected characters see a vision of someone they care about dying or dead. If they attempt to interact with this vision, they will find it insubstantial and untouchable, and the illusion will vanish, but the feelings of grief and hopelessness otherwise induced by the attack will remain for the duration (as they're separate from the illusion itself). This attack lasts for 40 seconds. Sailor Kerberos can use this attack once per battle.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 8:55 pm
By the Compact.
If she wasn't stuck between a rock and a hard place before, now she was stuck between a cement wall and boulder. Her jaw clenched as Zircon addressed her from behind. Her plan to just grab Themiscrya and go clearly was just not going to happen. Or be possible, given Themi but she could have tried at least. She gave a small smirk at Themiscyra, the attack from Kairatos not really fazing her. She had appeared rather suddenly.
Also, apparently the whole cloak thing wasn't making a difference. The General pushed the hood off her head, spilling her braid over her shoulder. Green eyes glanced between Zircon and Themiscyra for a moment. Damn, damn, damn the Compact and her loyalties to hell. She'd tried so hard to keep her loyalties to herself and keep herself safe for years. She'd toed the line, tried to keep her head down, tried to keep the radar off of herself. She wanted out of this hell hole.
No. It was time to stop this s**t. It was time to stop thinking of solely of herself. She maybe worthless, she may be fallen and unworthy of saving, but like hell was she going to let them kill Themiscyra. To hell with this.
She flashed teeth in a grin to Themiscyra, "They're the best odds."
And then she spun on her heel and slammed her fist in the direction of Zircon's face.
"Don't make me regret this, Themi," she said, loud enough for the Mars Knight to hear. I'm putting my entire existence on the line for you, right here, right now. Don't you ********' die and make me regret this. The crippling grief seized her rather suddenly, though the momentum of her swing kept her from freezing up. She saw, behind Zircon, the blood form of Themiscyra and Loke, both crumpled messes bodies. No. No, Themiscyra was behind her, and she'd know if Loke was here. Yet the grief clenched her heart and she gritted her teeth against it.
No. No. She was not the cause of these so called deaths. She would not be the cause of these so called deaths. The only death she'd be the cause of was her own. No. No.Nonononononono THEMISCYRA...
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Zircon watched, increasingly unsure of herself, as the General traded glances between her and Themiscyra. The orders had been clear, why wasn't Andronicus going for the kill? Zircon could try to make a move, but it was ultimately the General's help she needed to secure her prey, and Andronicus seemed to be in no particular hurry to be of assistance. Two to one? Surely the Transcended Knight couldn't have felt that confident about going up against two officers of the Negaverse.
Her eyes went wide as she saw Shadeite appear, and it was her focus on the unfolding events that prevented her from foreseeing the incoming fist.
Andronicus struck true, and struck hard, a sickening crack of cartilage splitting the air. The Captain stumbled backwards, letting out a pained grunt as she dropped to the pavement, her hands covering what was becoming a rather bloody nose.
"You traitor," Zircon hissed through her fingers, biting through the throbbing pain in her nose as she curled inwards on herself. Her indignant rage was burning about as white-hot as the pain, but only one of these things was crippling her ability to stand. To her credit, though, Andronicus's blow had left her just outside the wilted field of asphodels, giving her the chance to collect herself while the others writhed about in agony.
Once she managed to stagger to her feet, she put about twenty feet between herself and the mass of Knights and pulled out her communicator once more. "Requeshting addisthional backup, we havf a Rogue General on schene. I repeat, General Andronicush has gone rogue, requeshting addisthional backup at Merrill and Birch." Damn, it sure was hard to talk with her face swelling up from a broken nose.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 4:21 pm
They never should've slowed down, never should've come to a stop. The battle had turned messy the moment they had. They should've run headlong through the halo of wasps, tried to knock down the Ascended senshi in the middle of it, and kept running hell-for-leather no matter what.
Now they were pinned in, horribly flanked. Too much was happing in a small space at the same time.
A Chaotic aura teleported in right among their ranks, between her and Themiscyra, and for a moment, Hvergelmir turned back inward to defend the group -- but sooner than she could, Themiscyra shifted their positions to put herself between the Cosmos knight and the new arrival, and declared her an ally. This came with some nervous relief: Hvergelmir of all people had certainly taken on more than her fair share of Chaos agents as allies in her time -- but times were different now. There weren't many sympathetic agents left who could afford to risk offering them aid.
More arrivals came, though, as the battle ran together like rocks coming down a mountainside, drawn by gravity. A voice asked for their surrender, and Hvergelmir turned toward it with a terrible, aching pang --
Zoji.
No, sweetheart, please.
Hvergelmir was reaching a hand out hopefully to Zircon, not willing to skip over the possibility of her lost friend coming back to the fold one more time -- but Andronicus's hand was faster. Zircon went down hard. Hvergelmir had to restrain the urge to go after her, to try and tend Zircon's wounds: she was with a team now. She couldn't put her personal willingness to take risks ahead of the lives of people who were already sticking their necks out to protect her.
Instead, she turned, following the sound of a woman's voice off in Kairatos and Tanais's direction -- just in time to see another Ascended senshi teleport into place, not too many feet away -- and cast an attack almost immediately.
Asphodels bloomed around her feet . . . and the sharp, cloying sound of blood . . . and . . . there on the ground, freshly broken as the day she'd died . . .
. . . Vulcan.
Tossed dead at her feet just like Labyrinthite had thrown the little, broken body of Ramses at her two days before. It was always like this. It was always going to be like this. There was never any end to the bodies. They just piled up and up and up, and the pain of it just got worse, and the world was breaking under the weight of everything horrible the Negaverse had done -- and Herger was right, after all, the world was ending, and Sweeney Todd was right too, because there was a hole in the world like a great black pit and it was filled with people who were filled with s**t and the vermin of the world did inhabit it because it was called Destiny City, and the only thing, the only thing, the only goddamned thing left to do was to kill every damned one of them.
She raised her head, tears streaking down her face into her scarf -- and with sorrow drowning her heart, she swung her empty hands through the air, seemingly to do nothing -- then finally summoned the long wooden polearm that was her distaff into her grasp just in time to show that its long reach was aimed and about to crack into the side of Kerberos's head.
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Sometimes plans not only didn't survive first contact, sometimes no one survived first contact. This was the thought that sprang to mind somewhere between the sharp line of pain from the Garotte wire, and Kerberos' attack.
He did not waste breath arguing with the woman, not again what he knew was a lie. Surrender meant die more slower,or be corrupted, which was arguably worse, and he'd determined a long time ago that he'd rather be dead than be re-corrupted, even when all he could see though the spots in his vision were the dead bodies of those who had trusted him to lead them through a dangerous mission and back. THEY were never supposed to bear the cost of it. THEY were always the ones who were always supposed to get out alive.
He'd sworn it on the scars from Mistral he'd do his best never to fail someone again, and he was failing.
This perhaps had something to do with his reaction. A more traditional, perhaps wiser move might have been to grasp at the General Queen's hands and buck forward, but instead he bucked his head backward, hoping to crack her in the face with his helmet, even at close range, reaching one arm around to try and trap her head against the back swing of his helm, and the other...
WIth the other he aggressively dug his thumb toward where he eye socket ought to be, trusting his attempt to trap her head between his hands and the helmet to keep her from attempting to bite her thumb off.
At the wonder of Kairatos they raised bulls for war. Elsewhere they sacrificed them to the gods looking for salvation. He wondered which the cauldron might have in mind today.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 7:03 pm
Kairatos had not been kidding about things falling apart far too fast... suddenly there was another corrupt beside the first and the overwhelming wash of a general-king's aura to assault the senses... and there, another general, and a captain...
"s**t, we need to go..." Tanais muttered, her eyes widening as the general she didn't know took a swing at the captain, bloodying her nose. Time to set some priorities, because if they let any more reinforcements arrive, it was going to be a blood bath.
Suddenly, magic flowed outwards from the blue-haired ascended and the mars knight froze as overwhelming feelings assaulted her, her face stricken as everything she had been suppressing since her purification rushed in on her at once. Everything... everything she had done or been was useless. Worthless... she had been set adrift with nothing to guide her but her own blind drive to take a swing at the things that caused her pain. All the while, so very, very alone... She remembered being alone, before, but then people had joined her, women she had come to care for, but the tenuous life she had started to build had been torn from her like having a rug pulled out from under her feet. Tanais had never regretted purifying, but she had lost so much for it... That was the feeling that rose up to choke her and she stumbled backwards as corpses appeared at her feet, faces she remembered and had held like a hidden treasure somewhere deep in her heart.
Panicked, the tall woman cast around desperately for something, anything to stop the pain... and lighted on the ascended that had first attacked them. He was headed for Kairatos and the sovereign that had suddenly appeared behind him. Two against one was not going to happen if she had anything to say about it, and right now she really, really needed to vent all of this helplessness on someone... and someone who crunched in such a satisfying way would be the perfect target.
Clenching her fists, Tanais darted forward to take a swing at Vespa, her teeth gritted in a fierce grimace.
She had been expecting others to join them after her call for available officers. The appearance of another ascended, while not her first choice, was approved of. What was not approved or expected was the magic that he cast, which seemed to have no care for ally or enemy.
Shadeite felt it take her and for a long moment, she felt. Blue eyes pinched, thin lips thinning further and she flicked her gaze to the side at a specter she was very much not pleased to see. In the back of her mind, in a space reserved for such things, the General-Queen made a note to call Sailor Kerberos to task for his oversight in including her in his attack, but for now she had more important things to deal with. Punishment would come, but later.
She felt the knight in her hold buck against her, and in the weak moment brought on by the magic of her own officer, he managed to throw his head back into hers with an ugly crack of bone on metal. Pain flashed through Shadeite as the skin of her chin split open and a trickle of red ran down her throat, but he had no chance to reach her eyes because there was a flicker and the general-queen and her weapon were gone. She reappeared yards away, outside the range of Kerberos's attack, and pulling a square of white cloth from her pocket, the blue-haired woman dabbed at her chin as though she had merely dripped something down her face.
Lifting blank, unfeeling eyes to the scuffle before her, the General-Queen called silently and suddenly large, black portals flared to life around her. The first to emerge from it was a flash of dazzling color and deadly beauty, slithering out of the darkness to rear up before Shadeite. Feathers flared in threatening display around a pointed head the size of a basket ball, held aloft by a body as thick as a slender human's and it stretched in long, sinuous curves for yards and yards of scales that rippled in an iridescent, eye-searing rainbow of colors. Naga gaped his mouth wide to bare vicious, curving fangs and hissed fiercely, echoing the anger of his mistress.
"Go. Subdue the knights, kill the transcendeds." Shadeite said impassively, as though bored with the struggle. From the other portals poured a myriad of youma and they surged towards the combatants, all manner of shrieks and howls pouring from multiple mouths on twisted bodies. In front of her, Naga hissed again and dropped to the ground as he raced forward, his eyes on the Royal Knight.
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Youma on the loose! Feel free to control them as you please, there is an unspecified number of them, all ferals with decent intelligence (though not quite human level). Dust as many as you please, the transcended knights would logically get more attention from them than the regular knights. Nega officers are free to command them, as long as it doesn't contradict Shadeite's basic orders.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 7:27 pm
Andronicus had made her choice. And in that brief moment, Danika could not have been prouder of her dear friend. She might not have understood why Andronicus wasn't able to purify, why each attempt had ended in nothing but pain and grief. But as the once Knight of Uranus spun around and her fist collided spectacularly with the Captain's face, the Martian could easily forget the aura of Chaos that surrounded her. "Hey, what are friends for?" she shot back...
Just in time for the newest senshi's magic to take hold, the flowers blooming beneath her feet. The sense of dread, that crushing pressure in her chest, came before she even managed to lift her head. He was kneeling not far from her, there in the street. Tan uniform slashed and stained with blood, the loose pale blue cloth lifting from his body like a wraith. A polearm pierced his back, clean through his chest and into the concrete that helped to keep his body from toppling to the ground. Themiscyra felt her hands tremble, her brain refusing to comprehend what her eyes were seeing. Ashur's not here, it told her. He didn't go with them. He wasn't there. He was safe. Yet beyond him, her eyes snagged on green cloth, and her stomach lurched to register not only the corpse of her lover pinned to the ground, but of her cherished mentor beyond him. More bodies, more corpses, met her gaze as she continued to look. The sickening sensations refused to leave her, even as her brain was screaming that none of them were there--Andronicus was next to her, not tossed across the street like a rag doll, a piece of a broken bench used as a stake against the traitor of the Negaverse. Themiscyra's hands grappled in the air before her right came to rest on the golden chain at her hip. It didn't even feel warm to the touch, and she began to curse heavily.
What she would give to have the golden chain as it'd once been. To tell her what was true and what wasn't... she'd give anything in that moment.
Red eyes, wide and darting senselessly, at last came to rest on the figure in red and gold. The blue-haired General Queen stood behind him, and under the crippling grief, Themiscyra could only see the slashed throat of Kairatos, his chest stained with a thick river of blood, heaving as his body fought for air that would not come. Still alive. Not for long.
The Transcended Knight of Mars screamed, forcing her blood to pump, forcing her muscles to move. Her right hand went from the useless golden chain to grasp her left bracer. Fingers numb, she squeezed her palm flush against the the red gem set within a ring of flame at low relief upon the bracer. A stance of an oath, spoken a lifetime ago. Her teeth flashed in a snarl as her scream formed into a single word, "Sýlli̱psi̱," and before her the figure of a horse began to appear. Black of body, even in its semi spectral state, the flames that made up its mane, tail, and flared around its hooves were the most vivid part of the warhorse that let out a cry in response to her mistress'. Sýlli̱psi̱ stood still as Themiscyra pulled herself onto the horse's back, unflinching at the flames beneath her hands. "Andronicus, get the ******** out of here," she snarled to her friend, unable to see her in the moment--and in truth, hopeful the General had already utilized that teleporting ability to get her a** out of danger. "Get the ******** out of this s**t." This magic. This freaking illusion magic.
Kicking her mount forward, she began to realize the woman was no longer behind Kairatos. Another figure loomed closer, and her senses gave her all she needed to know: youma. Sýlli̱psi̱ did not balk as she was urged towards the approaching Naga, but as Themiscyra began to realize the extent of other youma in the vicinity, she brought her steed closer to Kairatos. Whom, she began to see, was not gasping for breath through a sliced throat. Her hands trembled anew, halted only by how tightly she fisted them. "Your plans suck," she hissed, leaning forward on her horse and holding tight as the warhorse reared back, her front hooves landing with a thunderous crack against the pavement--a small part of her was grateful the horse was not flesh and blood, or that would have been incredibly painful--and a wall of flame stretched out two feet before them, ten feet long, directed to hopefully act as a temporary barrier against the youma.
Summon's Ability
When the warhorse rears back and its front hooves strike the ground once more, a thick line of fire forms two feet in front of the horse to act as a temporary barrier between it and the opponents. The fire barrier stretches out 10 feet in total length. The fires themselves do not burn either the ground they touch, or the people who get near them, though trying to pass through the fires shows they are still heated and uncomfortable to stand too close to. The barrier stands for 30 seconds and only acts as a barrier against physical attacks. Magical attacks can still be sent through the fires.
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Because Themi's now likely near Shadeite. With flaming horse.
There was a moment of clarity among the grief in which Andronicus sneered at Zircon. It was an ugly expression, all the pain and anger built up over the last few years, all the hatred she felt expressed in one gross and disgusting expression. The anger contorted her features until Andronicus barely looked like herself. She bared her teeth as the rage bubbled over and she snarled, a sound that threw spit from her lips and morphed her voice.
"No. I am home."
Grief crippled her again as Themiscrya screamed. Andronicus' eyes widened and she looked for her friend with panic. While in reality the woman may have been charging herself with anger and clearing her head, raising a flaming horse and breaching the magic's hold on her, all Andronicus saw was Themi running into danger. She saw a polearm sticking from her back, the woman slumping over her horse. She saw the ingravings on the polearm - no, poleaxe. Her poleaxe. The Martian Knight, one of the few women Andronicus had considered closer than a sister to her once, was drenched in blood from her weapon. Her weapon. She. Andronicus had killed her. No. No. Not this. Anything but this. How could this. No. This was impossible.
The scream that wrenched itself from her jaws was terrified, pained and broke as it reached high pitches. She shook violently, too many emotions runing through her at once. Her poleaxe, the one in Themi's back, appeared without thought. She forgot herself, she forgot her place, she forgot time and space. The woman screamed, swinging the weapon over her head. It circled once, twice, a third time as her voice broke over words that held no meaning to the chaos filled General before slamming the blunt end down into the ground.
Nothing happened except for a crack of sound.
What. No. Why wasn't it working. Why wasn't her magic working, it had to work it always worked. There was no "not working" unless she was already tired and she hadn't used any of her magic during this fight and--
With a rush of terror, everything came back. The haze of rage and grief cleared and the illusion the asphodels had created vanished. She stood in front of a bleeding Zircon, Themiscrya was alive and well on her flaming horse next to Kairatos and a wall of flame, and the rest of them were still engaged. She was a general. She had declared her allegiances. She had no magic, just a giant poleaxe with a sharp blade.
And the rage of a thousand suns.
Andronicus turned then, disappearing in a flash. She reappeared in the air above Kerberos, and fell, hoping to use her momentum to skwer the corrupted senshi through the heart. She yelled a battle cry, cheeks stained red with tears, and murderous rage in her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 4:28 pm
The opposition was mobilizing, and for a moment, Zircon's resolve had begun to falter. They had Shadeite with them, but was it enough? The General-Queen staggered backwards, and Zircon saw the edges of her plan crumbling before her, their quarry shielded by a wall of fire. The Captain wiped her face, smearing the blood from her nose, and from a safe distance considered her options.
And then, as if on cue, youma began to seep from the ground, giving the pensive Captain about a dozen options.
Zircon settled on something big and scaly, with glossy dead fish-like eyes and a long, sinewy body that oozed a dark mucous. "Tangle them up," she commanded, exerting her will as she pointed for the group of knights. The terror gnashed its teeth in annoyance, hissing in resistance under the Captain's command, but ultimately it slithered its way towards the cornered band, leaving a trail of slime in its wake. The thing let out a shrill 'skreeeeeeeeeeeeeee' as it neared the fire, narrowing its eyes, but with the speed that its too-many-legs afforded it, the thing circled around, rearing up to strike at Themiscyra.
In the meanwhile, Zircon sat back, watching closely and pondering the best way to package the group of Knights without fatally harming them. It would help to have some sort of magical binding rope, or adhesive to keep them from struggling...
An idea dawned on Zircon in the low light of the setting sun, and she blinked, surprised it hadn't occurred to her sooner. "Bischofite," she called into her crystal, reaching for a specific target instead of the general call to everyone in the area. "If it's not too early in the evening, I request your assistance at Merrill and Birch. There are Knights to capture; Kairatos, Tanais, Themyscira, Hvergelmir."
Kairatos for his part had cause to be glad that the General Queen had been dissuaded from her attack with... well... honestly minimal force. Had she been willing to stand her ground, instead of retreating at the first blow to mar her complexion, well... things might have gone very differently.
Youma swarmed the area as he put a hand to his through, checking with his fingers for any sign of blood or damage, but she'd left at best a red mark, and the shouts of his comrades cut through the magic of the Senshi of Asphodel.
"Go!" He managed, clearing his throat and waving to indicate retreat, even though he was still forming a clear idea of who was able to retreat, but the situation had gone so sour, there wasn't a choice but to try.
"Go! We've gotta go!"
His voice sounded rough from the brief strangulation, but it had definitely had the potential to be much worse, and he didn't know yet that it would.
