08-26-2017, 06:30 PM
Wood cracked, shattering around the small girl and creating a thick layer of dust. Splinters flew, some peppering her cloak but most falling to the ground harmlessly. The cloud shielded her from sight in conjunction with the layer of rubble. It wasn't comfortable, but being hidden had an air of safety about it. The crate itself didn't hurt. Ebony was much stronger than the thin wood and the hollow box, even if she didn't know it. It was the dismissal gesture of the demon that shook her. While being hit wasn't a nice feeling, the way the demon casually batted the create towards Ebony struck fear into her mind. Momentarily, she even considered simply laying there, not getting up. It was likely that the monster would simply ignore her if she did.
That thought was quickly stomped back to the depths of her conscience. Monsters, demons, evil creatures like the one she faced, even the evil fairy, had to be stopped. Although the latter could wait until afterwards. Ebony didn't trust her. She didn't hold grudges, but she had to stay wary lest the "law enforcer" deem her a worthwhile target in the future, namely once they'd beaten the demon. Regardless, for anything to change, she needed to fight. Ebonywood Hellscythe would do that, and by extension, her cosplayer would as well - even if lacking in confidence. In the heart of the battle with adrenaline and magic fueling her mind, it was easy to continue: to fight. But as before, making a step from a motionless position was mentally hard.
Screams penetrated the debris, cutting into Ebony's ears, before stopping abruptly. As if suddenly silenced. She recognised it as the fairy. It was typical, really. Both were evil, yet they still fought each other. That was why good could prevail. Good people didn't fight each other, they worked together - like her and the cloaked man. They'd never seen each other before, yet during the fight, they'd stood side by side. While not rising with the intent of helping the fairy as opposed to simply thwarting the demon's aims (whatever they were, they'd surely be evil), Ebony finally made her move. Fatigued muscles stretched and contracted, pushing as her torso free and sending a stream of loose rubble rolling down her back.
Her eyes locked with the demon's tired face as she fidgeted, trying to move her legs into the air. Belts and straps jangled, hooking onto wood and stone - she needed a better angle, otherwise forcing herself out of the position would be difficult.
And then the demon spoke, straightening its arms and pointing the palms of its hands towards Ebony. Her voice was layered with much more emotion than one might expect. Anger, raged, fury. It would have scared Ebony further had she not noticed something important. It was using her spell. Stealing and copying her magic. She'd put time into that, writing lines and reading books to try and find a way to cast her magic. And this thing was using it.
For a split second, it made her happy. Her magic would typically be dismissed as slow and inefficient by other mages, yet it was the only way she knew how. This demon may have been using something of hers, but she wanted others to appreciate the coolness of her spells. Her contentment was quickly squashed, however, upon the realisation that this demon was both using the spell against her, and (more importantly) it likely wasn't using it because of how it sounded. And that, that made her annoyed.
Opening her mouth, Ebony began speaking her own spell. Picking up key words, she knew the demon planned to use fire. Although the seemingly cursed nature of her own magic generally prevented elements from having distinct effects outside of an appearance, she naturally chose water - chanting along with her opponent, albeit a few lines behind. "Tidal waves may the ocean bring..."
She stopped, hearing something distinct. The mana fizzled out of Ebony's body, wasted. But that didn't matter, basic spells weren't tiring and she had near limitless magic. Destruction. That phrase almost always linked to an explosive spell. It was her spell, after all, so perhaps it was time for her to show mastery over it. Listening, she waited for the spell to be cast, making progress against the debris and managing to remove her right leg while pulling her scythe towards her.
"Feel our Rage."
The flaming orb of magic rocketed out of the demon's palms. Even if its aim wasn't true, it would still have curved towards Ebony. Yet it never met her. Almost instantly upon the end of the last word, Ebony wordlessly fired a similar orb of magical water. She'd meant to speak, but the words caught in her throat as her body locked up: paralysed and unresponsive. She couldn't blink, or even move her eyes, yet she still felt the uncomfortable heat lapping at her covered toes. The two spells had collided, Ebony's causing the demon's to prematurely detonate. An inferno exploded outwards between the pair, far enough from both to do no direct harm.
Slash.
"You're not done with me yet you overgrown colouring book character."
A grunt followed. Ebony could just about see the exchange in the corner of her eye, yet was unable to adjust her vision to get a better view.
Limp. Her muscles relaxed from the paralysis while the duo duelled. Her breaths were frantic, but she tried to steady them. The attempt was met with limited success, but the shockwave from the previous spell had shifted the rubble enough for her to easily move her other leg.
Grabbing her scythe, she charged in, stumbling with her drained limbs yet managing to stay upright. She didn't think nor consider any good or bad consequences of her actions. She just needed to help her wounded ally and stop the demon. While not angry, she was distinctly annoyed. Although her other emotions, namely fear and a small amount of excitement, prevailed over, it was hard not to be.
"I just wanted a break," Ebony muttered. Her face twisted into a slight snarl, unnoticeable under the shade of her hood. This fight seemed to continue forever. Never reaching an end. People fell down. People got back up. But the demon was still there, dominating the centre. That needed to end.
Reaching her opponent, Ebony stared into its eyes, and with one swift movement she tore off her choker, opening the floodgates and allowing the crushing mass of magic to push through. It started with a small trembling, just flickers at the end of her fingertips, yet it swiftly took a further hold of her body, and her mind. It was too much for her mortal frame and incomprehensible to her brain. Muscles spasmed as magic flew from her body, pushing her about like a doll.
Rock, wood, dirt, rubble. Unthinking, her mind groped at her surroundings, picking up all within its reach in an attempt to find a use for its power. Her head hurt, should she have had the functions to notice, she'd have been crying out in agony.
Spells flew randomly, moving seemingly at random. While not fast enough to harm, the moving debris vastly restricted the demon's movement. Under the shadow of her hood, Ebony's mindless body grinned - spasming, yet still standing, blood trickled out the corner of her mouth.
That thought was quickly stomped back to the depths of her conscience. Monsters, demons, evil creatures like the one she faced, even the evil fairy, had to be stopped. Although the latter could wait until afterwards. Ebony didn't trust her. She didn't hold grudges, but she had to stay wary lest the "law enforcer" deem her a worthwhile target in the future, namely once they'd beaten the demon. Regardless, for anything to change, she needed to fight. Ebonywood Hellscythe would do that, and by extension, her cosplayer would as well - even if lacking in confidence. In the heart of the battle with adrenaline and magic fueling her mind, it was easy to continue: to fight. But as before, making a step from a motionless position was mentally hard.
Screams penetrated the debris, cutting into Ebony's ears, before stopping abruptly. As if suddenly silenced. She recognised it as the fairy. It was typical, really. Both were evil, yet they still fought each other. That was why good could prevail. Good people didn't fight each other, they worked together - like her and the cloaked man. They'd never seen each other before, yet during the fight, they'd stood side by side. While not rising with the intent of helping the fairy as opposed to simply thwarting the demon's aims (whatever they were, they'd surely be evil), Ebony finally made her move. Fatigued muscles stretched and contracted, pushing as her torso free and sending a stream of loose rubble rolling down her back.
Her eyes locked with the demon's tired face as she fidgeted, trying to move her legs into the air. Belts and straps jangled, hooking onto wood and stone - she needed a better angle, otherwise forcing herself out of the position would be difficult.
And then the demon spoke, straightening its arms and pointing the palms of its hands towards Ebony. Her voice was layered with much more emotion than one might expect. Anger, raged, fury. It would have scared Ebony further had she not noticed something important. It was using her spell. Stealing and copying her magic. She'd put time into that, writing lines and reading books to try and find a way to cast her magic. And this thing was using it.
For a split second, it made her happy. Her magic would typically be dismissed as slow and inefficient by other mages, yet it was the only way she knew how. This demon may have been using something of hers, but she wanted others to appreciate the coolness of her spells. Her contentment was quickly squashed, however, upon the realisation that this demon was both using the spell against her, and (more importantly) it likely wasn't using it because of how it sounded. And that, that made her annoyed.
Opening her mouth, Ebony began speaking her own spell. Picking up key words, she knew the demon planned to use fire. Although the seemingly cursed nature of her own magic generally prevented elements from having distinct effects outside of an appearance, she naturally chose water - chanting along with her opponent, albeit a few lines behind. "Tidal waves may the ocean bring..."
She stopped, hearing something distinct. The mana fizzled out of Ebony's body, wasted. But that didn't matter, basic spells weren't tiring and she had near limitless magic. Destruction. That phrase almost always linked to an explosive spell. It was her spell, after all, so perhaps it was time for her to show mastery over it. Listening, she waited for the spell to be cast, making progress against the debris and managing to remove her right leg while pulling her scythe towards her.
"Feel our Rage."
The flaming orb of magic rocketed out of the demon's palms. Even if its aim wasn't true, it would still have curved towards Ebony. Yet it never met her. Almost instantly upon the end of the last word, Ebony wordlessly fired a similar orb of magical water. She'd meant to speak, but the words caught in her throat as her body locked up: paralysed and unresponsive. She couldn't blink, or even move her eyes, yet she still felt the uncomfortable heat lapping at her covered toes. The two spells had collided, Ebony's causing the demon's to prematurely detonate. An inferno exploded outwards between the pair, far enough from both to do no direct harm.
Slash.
"You're not done with me yet you overgrown colouring book character."
A grunt followed. Ebony could just about see the exchange in the corner of her eye, yet was unable to adjust her vision to get a better view.
Limp. Her muscles relaxed from the paralysis while the duo duelled. Her breaths were frantic, but she tried to steady them. The attempt was met with limited success, but the shockwave from the previous spell had shifted the rubble enough for her to easily move her other leg.
Grabbing her scythe, she charged in, stumbling with her drained limbs yet managing to stay upright. She didn't think nor consider any good or bad consequences of her actions. She just needed to help her wounded ally and stop the demon. While not angry, she was distinctly annoyed. Although her other emotions, namely fear and a small amount of excitement, prevailed over, it was hard not to be.
"I just wanted a break," Ebony muttered. Her face twisted into a slight snarl, unnoticeable under the shade of her hood. This fight seemed to continue forever. Never reaching an end. People fell down. People got back up. But the demon was still there, dominating the centre. That needed to end.
Reaching her opponent, Ebony stared into its eyes, and with one swift movement she tore off her choker, opening the floodgates and allowing the crushing mass of magic to push through. It started with a small trembling, just flickers at the end of her fingertips, yet it swiftly took a further hold of her body, and her mind. It was too much for her mortal frame and incomprehensible to her brain. Muscles spasmed as magic flew from her body, pushing her about like a doll.
Rock, wood, dirt, rubble. Unthinking, her mind groped at her surroundings, picking up all within its reach in an attempt to find a use for its power. Her head hurt, should she have had the functions to notice, she'd have been crying out in agony.
Spells flew randomly, moving seemingly at random. While not fast enough to harm, the moving debris vastly restricted the demon's movement. Under the shadow of her hood, Ebony's mindless body grinned - spasming, yet still standing, blood trickled out the corner of her mouth.
Quote:1232 words. Made the deadline by like 10 minutes. Yay.
Ebony starts casting a water version of Elemental Blast, but stops.
Black Ash casts their spell (Fire + Charged + Charged + Homing + Explosive).
Ebony uses Counterspell, which causes the Black Ash's attack to explode in the air between them (neither is damaged from this).
In the aftermath (while Ebony is paralysed and Black Ash is tired), Revan attack Black Ash with his sword.
Ebony uses T1 Super Attack: Wild Magic Surge on Black Ash (choosing to make the projectiles ignore Revan, so he can get out of the range - although that isn't spelled out explicitly). There's lots of debris flying about, including a statue or two. The main damaging factor of this, however, is the many spells flying about around her, most of which will eventually hit Black Ash (if not blocked).
Note1: Ebony really doesn't want to ally with Aqua. Because Aqua is evil (in her opinion).
Note2: Ebony can tell what varient of her spell Black Ash is casting without insight because (from the move):
"The general phrase can change, but it should be made obvious which modifier she's using..."
Note3: Ebony will probably be sane after using the move, and likely won't remember being in pain.