ProfetessaOscura

((What I mean is, he didn’t accidentally aid her plan or anything. And the only reason he hasn’t picked up the fleet and gone on the offensive is because OOC, you’ve wanted to suspend the action and develop more tension pre-climax. Is she just trying to get Vespyr to doubt himself?)) Corwin chuckled nervously. “It’s fine. I haven’t fainted yet!”

“I’m fine!” Corwin piped up. “Just a little blood loss. Let my marrow get to work, and I’ll be back in action!” ((I don’t believe anything that Vespyr did had any consequence on that post, though.))

"I do not know how to ensure that," Vespyr said stiffly.

((He stabbed him severely in the lower belly, below the ribs, in the small and large intestine, a diagonal cut going upward. He *can* survive this.)) ”If you save him,” Vespry breathed, “he will kill you.”

((How many are there? We can just pull as many as we need to make intimidating threats towards endgame, but we should level our people up so they can reasonably face them.))

((What did you have planned for this encounter? What did you want to happen? What's the endgame for Cumulo? Does he live? Die? Spirit go all haunty and leave?)) Satisfied, Vespyr threw Cumulo to the ground, swinging the blade sharply to clean it. He walked slowly past Brother Sparrow, and didn't meet his eyes. Tentatively, he put a hand on the man's shoulder, but withdrew it quickly when he saw the blood rub off on Sparrow's clothing. "I... apologize. For the inconvenience," he said, then quickly strode past his friend.

Vespyr twisted the blade, leaving it there to ensure Cumulo wouldn't be able to heal from it. He hadn't seen those he'd known from childhood in a long, long time; he couldn't be aware of their capabilities. With one hand, he held the hilt of the weapon, and with the other, he slammed his fist right under Cumulo's chin. This man had threatened the children. It was time to remove him from the equation.

Vespyr took the advantage he saw, burning into the lightning bolt. In a sudden flash of speed, faster than an eyeblink, he was there, thrusting the sword at Cumulo's middle.

((You can read back. Sparrow's ability is to share his senses with another person. He made a link with the enemy, then had Vespyr attack him to establish shared pain.))

((Fadran, seems like your guy's gonna be wracked with pain with Sparrow's link?))

@Fallapede @Channelknight Fadran ((We are waiting on your actions.))

Vespyr nodded, then the air around Brother Sparrow solidified, a roar of invisible fists simultaneously striking him over the entire surface area of his body.

((Where do you see this going, then? What do you want to happen to Cumulo? How would you like this fight to end?))

((He's your character, though?))

((What was the point of planning and teamwork if nothing’s going to hit by default?))

((Vespyr’s in his personal space, absorbing it.))

At this point, Vespyr managed to get Cumulo onto the 0-friction terrain by forcing him backward. ((I'm assuming this will give people an opening, but Cumulo can dodge it or evade if you like.))

"He's fast, and we're slow. He could outrun us if he were chasing us. And in close quarters, we'll either have more of a chance at hitting him, or he'll just kill us all exceptionally quickly." Corwin quickly said, forgetting his promise to shut up.

Corwin jammed his hands into his pockets, a sour look over his face. "Just the person who slits throats, my rear end." He glowered. "I'll shut up. What's your bright idea?"

"By healing someone's skull so it thickens too much and constricts the brain or something? I mean, if you have control over how bodies grow and knit together, I'd assume you've done some pretty messed up stuff!"

"Don't you actually mass murder people too??" Corwin asked, face getting red. He was just so confused about how any and all of this worked.

"Then flirt with her when she's not in an 11 year old's skin," he said, jutting his chin out indignantly. Seriously! "Does Janice remember these interactions? Is she actually okay with this?" He snorted. "And don't look at me. I'm like thirteen or fourteen or something. You're adults, aren't you supposed to be chock full of responsibility?"

“What, you’re an adult in a child’s body? Don’t you think that’s a messed up thing to do to a kid?” He also looked at Cruz critically, from him to Janice. She must have been a year or two younger than him. And this demon was flirting while in her body? Was Janice okay? How old was Cruz, anyways? “Just-“ he finally said, clearly split among all his thoughts, “We need to just blow up something to distract only that guy. Then Vespyr can stab him. But we don’t want to accidentally put Vespyr at a disadvantage…. Can you destroy something of Cumulo’s?”

“Who the heck is-“ he remembered Janice chasing him down and tackling him. How she blamed it on being possessed. “Guess she wasn’t lying about the demon in her pocket.”