Channelknight Fadran Posted July 21, 2022 Posted July 21, 2022 Too slow. Both of them. She'd been fighting for far too long to take any kind of feint like that--but her reflexes were lacking at best now. Elya slashed from below, driving her blade across the bloodstained sword of his. There wasn't any time to see what happened to John, but at the very least she would've saved him being run completely through. Then she began to press. One slash turned to two, then to three... then to a series of old patterns she'd hammered into her muscles a million times over. They weren't anywhere near as complex as she would've liked normally, but now wasn't time for options. Two minutes... maybe three? That had to be long enough. "Run!" She shouted, finally getting one word out of her bloodstained lips.
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 21, 2022 Author Posted July 21, 2022 He parried left and right, understanding her timing and getting in a few slices here and there. The shards riled up, feeding on the excitement as they kept hacking and slashing. How was she even alive? Woman had more willpower than that rat——Naito——will ever have. The Angel hadn’t been exaggerating when she told him how well-trained she was; Pherish could probably go toe-to-toe with the Angel herself. Khaos started by slowing her movements, his expression turning frigid. The shards sharpened with any blood spilt by either him, her, or that other man, cutting into his opponents.
Frustration Posted July 21, 2022 Posted July 21, 2022 John roared as the blade bit into his arm. It was a much larger gash than any of the others, and it brought a whole new flavor of agony. Agony that let him move. John tossed the flamethrower aside, he was just wasting gas at this point. This mystic, whatever he was, could freeze him in place somehow. That ment that if John wanted to move he would be at a disadvantage. However if he wanted to stay in one place. . . Not giving himself any time to reconsider John threw himself at the stranger, wrapping his arms around the man. If John couldn't move this man couldn't either.
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 22, 2022 Author Posted July 22, 2022 He cursed softly, wriggling underneath the man’s grip. Lightn’ people being so lightn’... The blood within the man raced in his veins. Khaos reached out with his power——the shards slowing for a second——then threw John into the wall like a ragdoll. Didn’t have to come to that, but it is what it is. He glanced to Elya, the shards invigorated with life, a portion slicing to the man while the others remained hacking away at her.
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 22, 2022 Posted July 22, 2022 1 hour ago, Frustration said: John tossed the flamethrower aside, he was just wasting gas at this point. Quote Ew. Splice comma. I... told you to run... lighting soldier... There wasn't any energy left in her to speak, though. That one word might very well end up being her last. All her focus was left on this lighting Mystic and his lighting blood powers, holding him off for what few minutes she had left. Maybe the others were actually trying to escape. Maybe her death wouldn't be totally in vain... @Emery the Steelrunner @DramaQueen @Tani
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 22, 2022 Author Posted July 22, 2022 1 hour ago, Channelknight Fadran said: Ew. Splice comma. Quote Ew. You jk. He turned to her, everyone’s blood dripping off his… everywhere: Face, arms, hands, clothes, blade, everything. Khaos rolled his head back, listening to the screams and carnage for a moment before settling his gaze back on Elya again; this time, he focused more on her eyes. Focused. Determined. Desperate. And… He blinked. Well… That cleared some things up. No matter. She was about to meet him anyway. His blade shimmered in crimson, small droplets flinging around as Khaos flicked the blade. “Are you quite finished?” he asked, watching her closely. . . . Ji walked out of the bathroom with his somewhat damp clothes under his arm, tugging his long sleeve to stay down. It stung, but everything did once in a while. It would fade like everything else. Besides, it was something he deserved; the least of what he deserved. All he had to do was bear through this small and insignificant pain; that’s it. It was something he deserved, anyway. He hobbled into the living area, passing by a muttering Ysola. “So many… how can a man…” Ysola continued her muttering, avoiding eye contact with Ji, blushing harder. Ji’s expression didn’t change. She was the least of his worries. He continued forward, making his way to the door–– “And where do you think you’re going?” Ji spun around––already feeling dizzy from the sudden movement––seeing the mother looking at him in disapproval. Very reminiscent of his own mother, which only made his inside hurt more. “I’m-I’m just––” he stammered, feeling like a small child “––just going to––” The mother held him gently by the shoulders, steering him to the couch. “No, you’re not.” “Yes, I do!” Ji protested, a sting of pain shooting up his arm. “There are people that need me right now and––” “Can’t help them if you feel sick just by turning around now, can you?” Ji clamped his mouth shut, letting himself be sat down by the mother. “Rest,” she said sternly. “Yes, ma’am,” he answered immediately, leaning back a bit, watching her leave him. Suppose she’s right. Ji placed his clothes beside him. Can’t really do anything right now. Not that I ever could.
DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns Posted July 22, 2022 Posted July 22, 2022 Lyanör sprinted around the perimeter, finally coming across Viator, lying on the ground. Her eyes widened. No...he's not... She knelt beside him, checking his pulse and breathing a sigh of relief once she found it. Faint shouts from the highest room instantly took that brief relief away. "Viator, I need you to wake up." She gently shook his shoulder. "Come on, please. I've got a plan, kind of, but I need you."
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 22, 2022 Posted July 22, 2022 "I-if... your lighting Highness... wants his Little Shadow back..." Her eyes flickered to John, then back at Khaos. "Just... let them... go."
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 22, 2022 Author Posted July 22, 2022 “You’re mistaken,” he said, the shards hanging in the air. “If he actually wanted you back, you wouldn’t be talking to me right now. That rat, Ji, wouldn’t be… well, he probably would be. Lose-lose for you. Besides the point.” Khaos stared into her. “Highness was never a part of the Pacis.”
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 22, 2022 Posted July 22, 2022 "Sure." Elya held her stance. It hurt like hell. Was he just trying to wait her out? If so, it might just work. "They work for him."
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 22, 2022 Author Posted July 22, 2022 “Tsk tsk, you misunderstand, Pherish, my sweet.” Khaos shook his head. “He was never a part of the Pacis; never has and never will. The woman in charge of the Pacis has no relations to Highness; never even spoken with the man.”
Frustration Posted July 22, 2022 Posted July 22, 2022 John groaned, still laying where he had fallen on the floor. He probably should have thought that out better. It seemed this strange man could move him if he wanted to. How did he fight something like that? Trying to make as little noise as possible he rolled over, bringing his pistol to bear on the mystic. However, he held his fire, he would have to wait for the right opening.
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 22, 2022 Author Posted July 22, 2022 “If that’s how you want to view it. Highness only does as he pleases.” Khaos’ gaze flicked to John, scowling slightly as his small movements. He turned his body a bit, keeping an eye on both of them as he spoke. “Is there any last requests before you meet Mors?” he asked her, tightening his grip on his blade.
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 22, 2022 Author Posted July 22, 2022 “I cannot break what’s already broken.” Khaos’ eyebrow pointed upward. “You, of all people, should know this.” He held his blade at his side. “Come at me with all you can muster, Pherish.”
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 23, 2022 Posted July 23, 2022 Lights... Elya narrowed her gaze, blood draining out from the edges of her eyes. If you'd wanted a fight... Then you shouldn't have stabbed me first... But she roared out one last war cry, then charged him with her blade.
Frustration Posted July 23, 2022 Posted July 23, 2022 Elya roared, charging forward. A distraction, an opening. John raised his pistol and emptied it, putting all of his rage and hate into every shot. He would not lose another one, he would rather die.
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 23, 2022 Author Posted July 23, 2022 He sidestepped Elya’s attack raising his blade to deflect most of the bullets, a couple embedding themselves into his skin, which made him grunt. Shards swooped in, enveloping the rest of them. Khaos rolled his eyes, loosely made a gesture, and sent John into the wall. He hovered his hand over his bullet wounds, the fragments spitting themselves out in his hand as the wounds immediately scabbed over. What a waste. Khaos turned to Elya and engaged.
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 24, 2022 Posted July 24, 2022 Instant healing... incredible reflexes... his powers... But his abilities were still only human. Those shards of blood could only react as fast as he made them, and trying to manipulate so much of it alongside his own sword would be incredibly taxing. He played it down, but every action had to cost him some kind of strength. Sparks flew alongside droplets of slashed-out blood, sailing behind each flash of her blade in a blazing trail. Elya forced her muscles onwards, casting arcs of deadly power through the fields of blood. No sword could possibly slash through them all or even forge a necessary path, leaving dozens of untouched blades to slash her for each one she cut through herself. With every blow against her more joined the flurry. Lights. She'd never seen herself so pale. Keep fighting. To hell with that. KEEP FIGHTING. Maybe he was a dozen times as powerful as herself. Maybe a hundred. But if she didn't stop him here and now... ... Who was going to be left? Ji was gone. John wasn't running. Did she even know Kazh? Viator? What about Lyanor? Was there anything left worth fighting for?
Emery the Steelrunner he/him Posted July 24, 2022 Posted July 24, 2022 Viator jolted up and gasped greedily at the air, and started coughing. “Did… did we burn him?” He asked John.
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 24, 2022 Posted July 24, 2022 12 hours ago, Emery the Steelrunner said: Viator jolted up and gasped greedily at the air, and started coughing. “Did… did we burn him?” He asked John. Quote But nobody came. On 7/21/2022 at 2:29 PM, Frustration said: Viator still didn't move. Blast. At least he was breathing, so he would probably be fine. John had to get back in there. Jumping onto a nearby dumpster, John began to climb up the fire escape.
Frustration Posted July 25, 2022 Posted July 25, 2022 John rolled over blinking tears from his eyes. It took him a moment to realize what was happening. The fight! The Mystic! "Blast." John spat rolling to his feet. His gun lay a few feet away, but he had spent all of his bullets. That left the knife in his belt and the flamethrower on the other side of the room as weapons. John rushed forward, grabbing the flamethrower and unleashing a new torrent of flame. It probably wouldn't work, but he had to try.
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