Cymophane returned Taenite’s thumbs up, but didn’t have the chance to chat. Too many people doing too many different things in too short of a time frame. It was chaotic. Cymophane didn’t normally mind it, but within close range of the youma, he had to concentrate.
Because he trusted Kamacite to pull him out of the way if need be, Cymophane shut his eyes as instructed, even if I don’t know what this is going to do was a little concerning.
“Brave of you to experiment with magic at a time like this!” he said with his usual cheer.
Since he had his eyes closed, he didn’t get to see what Kamacite’s attack did, but as he didn’t want to be blinded, it was probably for the best. Cymophane waited for a sign that all was clear to open his eyes again, then did so and immediately launched another attack of his own, swiping at the youma without drawing close enough to make contact.
He’d leave getting in closer to the more experienced agents.
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Sailor Scout Attack:Leopard’s Strike Three long, black claws of energy grow between Cymophane’s fingers. Though he does not have to make contact with an enemy to cause damage, a swipe directed at them will result in torn clothing and the sensation of lacerations to skin. The sensation of pain will last for 30 seconds and has a range of 8 feet. At player discretion, the character can take lasting damage such as mild injuries that are deep enough to scar if desired, but not so much as to be immediately life threatening. The magic can be used three times.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2021 7:16 pm
General Benitoite Hp: 100
It really wasn't his fault he'd had a fear of spiders since he was a child, he'd tried to shake it, it had just been something he'd learned to deal with. He avoided them as best he could, despite his love for plants, but there was always the chance of a run in with the eight legged creatures. He hadn't ever let it stop him from things...and yet here he was now. He needed to be active and fighting and yet he was too caught up in his own head - in his own panic. He sort of knew something was going on but it was vague with sounds muffled and sounding underwater and garbled.
His vision was dulling and black about the edges but he did make someone out, or at least a part of someone. He wasn't sure if he actually managed to get the words out, since things weren't all that easy to acomplish at the moment, but he did try and mention spiders. He could only hope the word made it past his lips and it might tell whoever it was that he had an issue with spiders. It wasn't an uncommon fear - right? Maybe it was just uncommon to be as scared of them as he was.
Screwing his eyes shut he tried to force himself to calm, it was never easy, it always took time. Half the time it worked and half the time it didn't. Sometimes it took a long time and other times it came with some amount of ease. But so many spiders....too many spiders.
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General Chalcanthite HP:90/100 Dice:1d10 +4 +3 for tracking team Damage: 7
Chunks rained down from the target, one of them hit home right on Chalcanthite’s shoulder. It took a moment for him to regain his balance and draw another arrow. It was at that moment that he noticed the scales. The layers of hard exoskeleton that had been shaken free now revealed the main objective. With that in mind, he took aim for the scales as best as he could. The goal was close, as long as nothing else terrible happened.
"Oh, Nembus!" Ransomite spared a second to wave to her, but as a result fumbled a little in his attempt to wedge his weapon somewhere into a vulnerable spot.
That was all the response he was able to muster to her, however, as Radon shrieked and ejected the plating covering its body. Ransomite took a step back, caught by surprise by the light glinting off of the scales underneath.
Ransomite had time to react and not get smacked with whatever the monster was throwing off itself, but Nembus either didn't have time to react or didn't react quickly enough, finding herself smacked with one of the plates.
She winced and hissed for a moment, yanking it away from her skin and taking a closer look at it. Maybe she should just hurl this back at it--
Wait.
The scales!
She had scales!
"The scales! Ransomite, they're underneath the plates!" Nembus tucked the plate under her arm, looking around for Faustite to communicate that she had managed to get herself some scales -- and, in the interim, kicked a rock in the direction of the monster.
This time, as Thorite went to attack, he broke out his dinky plastic hammer. At least it would provide a little extra force. Force that he definitely needed. He swung hard at a spot he figured was semi-exposed.
Arsenolite continued to stay relatively back, firing another rock at the youma. He didn't want to get too close yet, not with how it was acting. He sure as hell wasn't getting himself killed for someone else's suicide mission with this thing.
Amazonite had come out swinging--or clawing, at least--but when she saw Lavendulan and Carnallite speaking to Jet and Aquamarine, she withdrew from the beast to hear what might be discussed. She was a General, after all, and perhaps sher wasn't a leader like the two of them, but she suspected she might still be of use.
Her eyes flicked to the cliffside Carnallite and Lavendulan both reported.
"I could get up there," she said, flexing her claws, "perhaps with less trouble than a fully human officer. I think you'd be well suited to the climb as well, Captain," she nodded to Laven, her fellow half-youma. "Between the two of us, and with us being not entirely human, we might raise less attention."
Faustite's caution was heard and noted, but her eyes still remained on the weakened cliff.
".....As long as we're willing to accept the risks."
The monster attacked, but Marialite twisted easily out of the way with a gleeful little hum. This was, truly, fun, and she wanted to have the absolute most fun possible. There was no hesitation in her strikes as she whirled back on the beast, digging knives under plates with the aim of flinging them aside.
They were here for what was under them, after all, and the youma was being so cooperative about letting her try to take it apart.
Marialite didn't consider herself one to get lost in lust for battle, but apparently, there was a part of her that enjoyed the fight. She ought to indulge that more, she supposed; otherwise, she might get pent up and lose herself during an important mission.
Which was, to be clear, definitely not what was happening right then. Obviously. She was completely in control, just having a good time.
Yes, this was going to be an unabashedly good time.
The creature responded--of course it did. It was being attacked form all sides. Nagya was lucky enough to twist away from a burst of plates, and he spotted, briefly, the sparkling underneath, but at the moment,t hat was far from his problem. No, right now he just needed to keep punching. That seemed, at least, to be having positive results, since now they had the beast attacking back. And maybe that would mean that they could recover more of its scales. Just keep hitting, Nagya figured, and it would be...well, "fine" was a relative term, in this sort of circumstance, but it'd be well enough.
Of course the damn thing's plates would smack into the two of them.
"Ow, ********," Mirzam gasped, dusting herself off. The good news was, it was just a little bruising, maybe; the even better news was, when she nudged the plate with her foot, it sparkled.
There were scales underneath.
"Oh, look!" Mirzam pulled a scale off, careful to touch it only with her gloved fingers. "These are what we were supposed to find, right?" They'd have to present the scales to one of the Generals, but there was plenty of time to worry about that. For now, she needed to make sure her brother was alright.
The plate smacked straight into Cleeia's face, and it knocked him off his feet.
"Ow," he said, unhappily, and he stayed on the ground for a moment, until he realized that was probably even less safe. He pushed himself up, and that was when Mirzam drew his attention to the scales--and he perked up! Yes!! That was it!! This was what they needed!!
He grinned, broadly.
"Perfect!" He picked up the plate, smugly. How fortuitous. They would be able to bring these to their Generals, and get rewarded, and everyone would be happy. Cleeia liked that kind of situation, and he especially liked that it meant he could not fight anymore, at least for now.
The monster defended itself; good. It would be boring of the creature had simply lazed around and taken their hits, or some nonsense like that. Worse, if it had done something as eminently boring as obeying or surrendering. After all the work they'd put into hunting it, really, Lilith needed it to play ball and be a good fight. Lilith was quick on her feet, dodging and darting away from the creature's attacks. There was no need to get herself injured in all of this, after all. She'd managed to escape without too much serious damage, but she wasn't eager to risk that changing.
Of course, this whole endeavoer was one big risk, and she knew that; she was going to be doing a lot of ducking and dodging and weaving.
Still wreathe din her magic, she leapt at it again, but it didn't seem to be doing much, and neither were her hits. Too bad, in one sense, and just deeply ******** frustrating in another. Had she expended all of her use already? That would be disappointing, if the most she contributed to this mission was translating a bunch of lies for the very creature they had been sent to find.
At least she'd done that, though; that was more than something, and she hoped the Generals who had seen her do it remembered her.
Sailor Scout Attack: Kelpie's Lure
Lilith speaks the name of her attack and gestures at herself. She appears soaking wet and her footsteps sound like hoofbeats for the duration of the attack. For the next 30 seconds, anyone who makes any kind of direct physical contact with Lilith will feel, for the remaining duration of the attack, as if they are drowning. It is possible to struggle and as they are not actually drowning no real damage is done and it is impossible to actually die from it. Lilith can use this attack three times per battle.
Haymitch was gone, doing whatever a cat could. Lionel had something of an eye on him, but there was already quite a bit of chaos, and far too many people to track. So he focused on himself, and on continuing to fight the monster that was in front of his face.
Ugh, this whole mess absolutely sucked.
The plate the beast fired off winged him, but it was enough to make him clutch his arm and let out a series of Gaelic curses under his breath. It stung, certainly, but it wasn't enoguh to make him hesitate in continuing to punch the damn thing. There was far too much danger to worry about silly s**t like hesitating.
At least he hadn't taken a more serious hit, and it looked like there were shining, magical scales underneath those plates, which made the whole thing all the more interesting. Those were the goal, after all--so the job was to get it to launcxh more of them, right? Which meant they would need ot keep antagonizing it, which meant continuing to attack.
All good things. All s**t Lionel was all too happy to ********, he hoped Arsenolite was okay, and hadn't been smacked. Haymitch, too. It was strange, caring about what happened to other people in this fight, but he did, and he didn't want to see the cat or his coworker--almost friend, really--get hurt.
Ilse whined, unhappily. This entire adventure was just...upsetting. Stressful. Awful. She didn't want to be here anymore, and she was very much wishing that she hadn't signed on for this stupid mission at all. Youma were terrible, the Rift was terrifying, and she hated every single thing going on here.
Her legs shook, and she hugged herself to keep from buckling over onto her knees. That would be even worse than just being frozen with fear; if she went down, she might attract the attention of the monster, or of some other youma that was hungry for a Senshi. But what could she even do? Throwing her shoe had been a miserable, pathetic effort. It had done absolutely nothing. Sure, she had another shoe in subspace, but that wouldn't do anything at all.
Ugh. She never sohuld have come here. She barely belonged in the Negaverse, and she needed to either toughen up or figure something else out, because she was not cut out for Rift spelunking.
