Satisfying as it was to see the blood (or reasonable facsimile) dripping from the cat youma, Chariklo quickly found herself a lot more concerned with the giant. Particularly when it tried to stomp Hvergelmir. Thinking quickly, she decided that in this case, while her magic might not hurt the monster, maybe it would be enough to distract it from stomping around after people.
Or it could make it decide to focus solely on her. Either way, she'd be helping right?
"Mobbing Cacophony!"
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Chariklo emits a harsh, squawking call that seems to come from more than one throat and it feels as through a small swarm of wings are attacking. In addition to the swarm of buffeting wings, the target will now also feel as if they are being slashed and pecked at with beaks and talons. Able to perform twice per battle and can encompass up to 5 people over a 20ft radius. The target will be able to see the shimmering outline of a wing or beak or taloned foot, but never a full shape. Target is now the happy recipient of bruising and deep, slashing wounds, again all aimed around the shoulders and head area. Attack duration is 45 seconds to 1 minute. And should the target escape that 20' radius, the attack will follow them for about 10 seconds.
Feline Youma Ser Pounce [50 - 14 - 6 - 8 - 6 = 12HP] is targeting Knight Hvergelmir! [8dmg]
Ser Pounce enjoys the taste of Cosmos Knight blood. Even though its head is visibly dented and its black youma-blood is undoubtedly blinding it, it still lunges forward for one more attempt on the life of the sparkliest knight on the battlefield.
Phact's attempt to do aggrevated damage to the muscles of Kevan's back doesn't go so well. It brushes off the blow with a shake of its shoulders. Palatine's punch tears its mask right off, revealing a different face to all who look--suddenly, instead of its monstrous form, the youma appears to be a beloved one--save for the color of its eyes, which are bronze.
Unfortunately its hands are still really sharp, and it brings its arms up for another attack on Palatine.
The chibi senshi's limited activity means Clare's attention goes to its next greatest threat: the Scout in the platform heels. With an unearthly scream, it claws at Sailor Sandrine.
Massive Youma Jessel is falling! [10earthquake damage]
Tantalus's scarf pulls it down to one knee, and Bifrost's kicks leave alarmingly colored bruises. Babylon's lantern crushed some of the small bones in its hand and it wails, its voice shaking the stones.
But the death blow is Chariklo's spell. It raises both hands above its head and falls--the shockwave rattles the cobblestones, leaving a ditch that only widens as the youma tries to flail away the attacking birds. It falls to dust when it fails.
Everyone takes earthquake damage.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 10:15 am
Eternal Sailor Chariklo - 187HP - 10 damage = 177HP: Targeting Feline Youma Ser Pounce for 12 damage (see below)
Th force of the giant's fall was enough to send Chariklo staggering. Wincing a little as her bones rattled, she nevertheless sighed in relief that at least one of the two truly worrisome youma were nothing more than dust. Glancing around, she saw the cat youma shaking off the giant's fall and advancing once again upon Hver.
Snarling, she lunged for the thing, eying it's tail with evil intent. Timing herself carefully, she reached out and grabbed the youma's tail where it was relatively clear of spiky bits and pulled. Holding on for dear life, she dug her heels into the ground and kept pulling, using her better standing to yank the beast away from her friend and swing it a little towards the side of the one of the buildings.
Hvergelmir Knight - 174 HP - (8+10) HP = 156 HP - targeting Sailor Chariklo's heartstrings for 0 damage. (She's instead using her personal item, which has a slow healing effect.) Per instruction, 156 HP + 50 HP = 206 HP
The youma was relentless. It dove for her again, even half-blind -- one of its long claws caught on her injured arm and pulled, dislocating it abruptly. She let out a pained wail, curling up tighter into a wounded ball -- and was rescued by a friend who had most certainly not forgotten the long-standing connection they had once shared in a far-off future. Chariklo was ripping the monster off of her and flinging it wide, out of Hvergelmir's line of sight.
She took a deep, shaky breath -- but just when she thought the pain was maybe starting to be manageable, a huge -- huge -- shadow passed overhead, as quickly as a swooping bird, and her mind had just enough time to inform her that this was the giant youma, falling to Earth, before the impact of its fall cracked the ground and threw her briefly into the air in a horrible bounce. She landed again with absolutely no thought of trying to contribute to the fighting going on around them.
Instead, Hvergelmir pulled her cloak around her and focused on trying to draw energy from it. She could feel a subtle but quick flow of power -- a low, balmy feeling. If she could just get on her feet again, at least she'd be able to stay out of her comrades' way.
litian rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12Total: 12 (1-12)
Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 10:57 am
Squire Falias: Current HP = 142 - 10 = 132
[Falias is targeting Masked Youma Kevan for a total of 12 damage]
The bit of stone that had once been part of a wall hit the feline youma, but it wasn't enough to dust the thing. Nor was it enough to dissuade the thing from its attack on the injured Knight.
In fact if anything, Hvergelmir being injured seemed to spur the thing on more even injured as it was and he gave a muttered curse as he heard her wail and started towards the thing...
He never reached, intervention coming in the form of one of the Dark Mirror senshi - the eternal one - physically yanking the thing away from Hvergelmir.
And then he found himself stumbling and falling as the ground shook, a yelp escaping as his bruised side met cobblestones for the second time that day.
He decided then and there that he hated cobblestones.
He picked himself up in time to spot the masked youma that had been telling them all to leave attacking the pink-clad squire. Okay perhaps it was more accurate to say former masked youma as at some point it seemed to have lost its mask.
In fact it looked like...
For a moment he found himself staring at the features of one of his friends from college. Took a step forward, then another.
The eyes halted him, the bronze colour all wrong and then as its arms up to strike at the Squire - razor sharp arms that nothing human could have - it dawned on Falias that it was a trick. That the thing wearing Brett's face wasn't really Brett and he ran forward to swing at the thing.
Part of it was to help out the other Squire, but there was anger behind his fist swing too - a lot of anger.
[[Super Sailor Tantalus -- 140 HP -- is targeting Masked Youma Kevan for 1 dmg!]]
Things Tantalus had not expected to be as successful as they were: his attempt at using his scarf on the giant youma. Bringing ti down to its knees, however, was sort of an unwise move, since it made the ground around them shake -- and he couldn't help but wonder exactly how solid a Wonder was, in its composition.
He stumbled and fell, which is probably why when he scrabbled for a rock to chuck at the strange, masked youma, his throw was not quite as good as it could have been.
(Pathetic. It was pathetic.)
But he whistled, hoping to draw its attention away from the lovely blonde Squire (of Venus?) it was attacking. "Oi! Try over here! Aren't Senshi much tastier prey?"
Page Ba Sing Sei - 85HP - Targeting Griffon Youma Clare for 1 damage!
The earthquake sent him tumbling right over, his knee smacking against the cobblestone with a crack that bought back one too many throbbing memories of what had ended his high school soccer career so damned early. He hissed between his teeth, and debated just staying down for his family's sake until he saw that the shaking had sent his cabbage rolling back in his general direction again -- he gave an impressive string of curses as he pulled himself back to his feet again, but he still managed to get up and grab his 'weapon' to tuck back against his chest. It was a little dirty, but no worse for wear really.
Again, he should have left well enough alone. But since he was already here, and frankly he was sick and tired of that stupid looking griffon, he went ahead and grabbed a loose stone to fling in its direction. Probably felt as effective as it looked, but hey, A for effort.
[[ Bifrost Squire -- 142 HP - 10 = 132 HP -- is targeting Griffon Youma Clare for 8 dmg!]]
The giant youma fell forward and Bifrost had the smart sense to run through it's legs and out from under it before she got caught. The shockwave it emitted threw her forward and the squire hit the deck with a grunt. It was moments like these she really, really appreciated her clothing. Even if it was sweltering in the summer, at least she didn't run around with gaping holes in her outfit and get chewed up worse by the ground.
One youma dusted, she turned her attention to the rest of the pack. She homed in on the griffon, a hard look falling over her face. No she would not allow the Negaverse to taint such a wondrous creature. It was an abomination to the Clans and she would end it's existence. She fluffed her shoulders and charged the griffon youma, fist raised.
"Back to the abyss with you!" she cried, slamming her fist into the youma. She would not let her favorite creature be a youma! Nope nope nope.
“The <********>,” Palatine swore as the mask went flying and the face beneath was revealed.
She hadn't asked for this war. She certainly wasn't being paid to be a part of it. Maybe it would be easier to bear if she was. Instead, there was the expectation of giving her free time to the cause.
Alright, so defending humanity from the forces of Chaos was a good cause she could get behind. If she'd had the choice. It was the right thing to do, she knew, and it was that more than anything that kept her going. What kind of shitty person would she be if she refused?
Well, that and her kids. Like hell was she going to back down when her kids were in danger of being around these sick ******** of the youma's sharp hands cut into Palatine's shoulder. She winced and pulled back, looking for another opening that wouldn't lead her to becoming impaled. Then the ground shook beneath her and, unprepared and unbalanced, she fell to the cobblestones on her a**.
Now her stark white pants were dirty. Seriously, who was responsible for these outfits??
“Alright, okay, whatever,” she said, picking herself right back up.
She didn't even know what she was referring to anymore, or what she meant to do from here on out, but the punching thing seemed to work, so when the youma was close enough she sent another punch its way.
Oberon gaped in exasperation, his hands on his hips as another adult failed to get any damage on the youma. “Are you kidding me?” he sputtered to himself, wondering how he ended up being the one to babysit the (assumed) newly powered adults. Or at least adults who came into their powers and then ignored them.
He wasn’t at all surprised when the youma turned towards him, and Oberon responded by lifting his arms, palms upward as if to taunt the youma in a ‘bring it’ gesture.
Brought it the youma did. A green slime spewed from its talons as it swiped at him, landing on Oberon’s arm as he tried to leap away. He hissed and let out a pained whimper as he tried to rub the goop off his arm, and quickly discarded his glove when the slime started eating through the fabric. “Gross!” he whimpered again, looking up to see the adults attempt to attak the youma once more.
His magic wasn’t as reliable as he hoped it would be, but this youma was giving them more trouble than it was worth. As much as he would rather stay away from the creature, his magic unfortunately needed direct contact with whoever it was effecting. Shaking his arm as if to shoo away the pain, Oberon took advantage of the distraction the two adults were creating, jumping up behind the youma to give it a pat on its hind quarter. “Adventure beckons!” he chirped as he made contact, and then did whatever he could to scurry away as quickly as possible.
While his magic was supposed to make someone more adventurous, he’s found it also tends to make his opponents and allies alike more reckless than anything. Maybe this time the youma would make a fatal mistake. “Look out for the slime! It’s definitely corrosive…” To what capacity he wasn’t sure, but he really wished it would start raining like… now...
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Ivynian rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7Total: 7 (1-8)
Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 1:34 pm
Scout Sandrine Health:100 HP - (10+1) = 89 physical, targeting Griffon Youma Clare for 7 damage
Got the things attention alright- and there was someone else helping with the beast as well. And she looked an awful lot more badass at doing it. At least getting the gryphon's attention had worked. Sandrine limbo-leaned back as the clawed fury came, the backs of arms taking small striations of red.
Then the world shook and Sandrine was face to sharp cobbles. Other pokey rocks were into ribs and hips. Something was burning against thighs and brought the boy's shout of the goo being burny to mind. Yup. Yup, its burny.
Shifting around, not bothering to get up so much, Sandrine kicked up at the Youma's underside and theoretical ribs.
Sailor Phact: 100HP– Attacking Masked Youma Kevan for 4 damage!
Glaring darkly at the back of the creature, Phact stepped back and turned her muscles on the creature again. She could not see the face and thus swung her leg around to knock the creature off balance.
Sami-Fire rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7Total: 7 (1-8)
Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 6:32 pm
Health: 90 (100-10), attacking Griffon Youma Clare for __ damage
Glitnir was not entirely sure what he was expecting when the massive youma fell. He was kind of hoping that the youma would just crumble and make the worst problem the sheer amount of falling dust. Instead, the thing fell with a shockwave that matched its bulk and way outmatched the impact from that one stomp, sending the Mars Page flying onto some disrupted and rather pointy cobblestones. He cried out involuntarily; his landing was going to leave a variety of marks, if not some blood too. Grumbling, he pulled himself up and tried to figure out which group needed support the most. Thinking the youma that was now missing its mask was being well handled, he charged up to the griffon youma and gave his scale a swing.
[[Babylon - 190 hp - is attacking MASKED YOUMA KEVAN with HIS SUMMONS MAGIC for 5 damage (I'm sorry Romeo)]]
Babylon pushed himself back to his feet, recovering slowly from the massive youma's fall. With so much going on, he didn't trust himself to watch his own back - he wanted an insurance policy. The knight brushed his fingers over the totem clasped at his throat, calling his snowy leopard summons to his side. Under normal circumstances, he'd expect her to keep to his side, providing a circle of safety... but this was Avalon, and magic was strange and thick in the air.
Reut bounded away from his side. Babylon turned. He could have sworn that, just a moment ago, it had been wearing a mask - but now it wore Avalon's face. "Reut-" he called to the leopard, but the word died in his throat. The body was all wrong. It was a trick, chaos magic and nothing more.
Not that Reut's claws found very good purchase with the youma, anyway. She vanished into smoke.
