08-29-2017, 06:23 PM
Sonny took in a deep, burning breath of ashen air, letting a brief silence fall over the group of primes in the wake of Kuzuru’s little speech. The sun spirit assumed this was probably the leader of the group that had so rudely ambushed him, given the way he was talking with authority. He lifted up his good hand, briefly rubbing it against his face, before sliding it up and pushing through his hair exasperatedly. A vague warmth blossomed in his chest, a sign that, for all his patience, he really shouldn’t be the one talking.
“Summer,” he mumbled under his breath. “Give me a minute to cool off.”
“Of course,” his other half responded, a cruel note to his voice hidden just behind a cheerful facade. “I’ve been just itching to get my hands dirty.” With that said, both halves of the split spirit fell silent, beginning a mutual concentration to switch out. Misty light sloughed off Sonny’s body as his very being fell apart, and all at once, that light becoming a burst of dense fog. Control over their shared body was wrested from his consciousness and he was back in the passenger seat. In his place stood the spirit of storms, who stretched up and out, spreading his arms as he got used to being in control again.
“Alright!” He cheered, dropping his hands back to his side as a hot and dry wind sprung up from nowhere, driving away the lingering mist and ruffling his black hair. His grey eyes flicked to either side of Kuzuru, quickly scanning over their assailants. In the desert, the Darklings had taken on the form of twisted bandits and raiders, restless and raging, always ready to throw down. Here in the steppes, it seemed as though they were simply humanoid dragons, all clad in armor and wielding various different types of weaponry. Summer’s mouth turned down in a brief frown. As if dragons weren’t hard enough to kill, now they were armored. Well, they weren’t really anything to write home about, he’d mostly have to look out for their intelligence. These guys were almost geniuses compared to the outlaws he’d seen before. Sure, they scurried about restlessly, hissing and jeering at the group, but they also weren’t attacking just yet. They were waiting for something. Some cue, perhaps? Or maybe just waiting for their prey to make up their minds. Die running, or die fighting? The monster’s mouth cracked into a grin once again. That patience would be their downfall.
“So let me get this straight.” Summer shifted his gaze back to Kuzuru, speaking in an even tone that betrayed a subtle menace behind it. The calm before the storm. “You’re giving me a choice between running off only to later participate in a fight I didn’t come here for...” His words were punctuated by a sudden drop in the air pressure, the sort of terrifying drop that sparked up worry in the hearts of man and beast alike. For a brief moment, the jeers and taunts of the darklings fell away into a confused chatter, before they found their nerves again. The storm spirit turned on his heel, ash kicking up beneath his boots, and faced the portal in the distance. “Or finishing up what I came here to do in the first place, before you so rudely interrupted me. Yeah, fuck off.” Summer took a step forward, a strangely cool breeze kicking up and billowing out across the courtyard. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go rain on this smarmy little fuck’s parade.”
The monster cast a quick glance up to the sky as he strode forward. Ash and volcanic lightning obscured the sky, as per usual, but he didn’t need to see the sky to know his magic was working its, well, magic. Twenty seconds of conversation had passed, and the atmosphere above had been thrown into turmoil in that time. That gave him about ten seconds before all hell broke loose. Ten seconds to clear 40 meters and keep the other Liberators out of harm’s way. Immediately, the spirit surged forward, spurring himself on with all the speed he could muster. A raucous cry rose up from the ranks of the Darklings. Their prey had made up their minds, the bloodbath could begin.
Summer’s legs kicked rhythmically across the soot-covered stone, his eyes darting side to side as he scanned over the dragon knights, trying to find the best route through this maze. The lizardmen charged him down in turn, and from somewhere behind him, he could hear the battle beginning back with the other Primes as well. A sword swung down from the right with a wild sweeping motion. Summer shifted his weight to the side, stepping awkwardly out of its way, and gritting his teeth as the blade nicked his ribs. Seizing the opportunity his brief stumble provided, a red-scaled adversary from his left lashed out with its greatsword. The monster hurled himself to the side, a clumsy jump that brought him to safety nonetheless.
Wind escaped from the black-haired man’s lungs, driven out as he hit the ground shoulder-first. Summer swiftly rolled himself onto his chest, his grey coat staining itself even darker from the ash on the ground. A mace hammered into the ground where he’d just been, shattering stone beneath it. Shards of brick bounced lightly off of his jacket, and with his arms now firmly under him, he threw himself to his feet and kicked forward once again. Untold numbers of darklings were beginning to swarm him, he who was so foolish as to throw himself into their numbers, alone and unarmed.
The monster’s mouth cracked open in a big, toothy grin, even as a blade a deep gash through his left arm. He continued to press forward, undaunted. He could feel it, a maelstrom of wind and rain rushing down from the heavens. Another sword bit into his shoulder, bringing with it a rush of pain that was almost drowned out by the pure elation flooding him. A maniacal laugh rose above the jeering of the dragonlings surrounding the monster, and they all froze for a moment. They were beasts, beings of nature, and now that they were paying attention, they could suddenly feel it themselves. A natural disaster was upon them, and they hadn’t noticed until it was too late.
A torrent of wind, rain, and ash slammed into the ground, the beginnings of a magnificent downburst. The dragonlings nearest Summer, for all their sure footing, were unceremoniously swept off balance and dashed against the ground. Catastrophically powerful winds ballooned outwards, dragging the fallen darklings with and turning them into meaty projectiles to be used against their allies. A chain reaction was quickly formed, of wind turning the knights into missiles, crashing into more knights and throwing even more meat outwards. And all at once, the wind faded away, leaving no trace except for the swath of devastation surrounding the spirit of storms.
“Ah... That felt good to get out of my system,” Summer said to himself, turning his face up to the pouring rain. He ran his hand through his drenched hair, scraping the wet ash out of it. “Alright Sonny, you can take over again,” he spoke, casting a quick glance down to the struggling, aching bodies of the dragonlings around him, making sure none of them were up and trying to get the drop on him. “Just don’t disperse this. This place could use a bit of rain.”
“Summer,” he mumbled under his breath. “Give me a minute to cool off.”
“Of course,” his other half responded, a cruel note to his voice hidden just behind a cheerful facade. “I’ve been just itching to get my hands dirty.” With that said, both halves of the split spirit fell silent, beginning a mutual concentration to switch out. Misty light sloughed off Sonny’s body as his very being fell apart, and all at once, that light becoming a burst of dense fog. Control over their shared body was wrested from his consciousness and he was back in the passenger seat. In his place stood the spirit of storms, who stretched up and out, spreading his arms as he got used to being in control again.
“Alright!” He cheered, dropping his hands back to his side as a hot and dry wind sprung up from nowhere, driving away the lingering mist and ruffling his black hair. His grey eyes flicked to either side of Kuzuru, quickly scanning over their assailants. In the desert, the Darklings had taken on the form of twisted bandits and raiders, restless and raging, always ready to throw down. Here in the steppes, it seemed as though they were simply humanoid dragons, all clad in armor and wielding various different types of weaponry. Summer’s mouth turned down in a brief frown. As if dragons weren’t hard enough to kill, now they were armored. Well, they weren’t really anything to write home about, he’d mostly have to look out for their intelligence. These guys were almost geniuses compared to the outlaws he’d seen before. Sure, they scurried about restlessly, hissing and jeering at the group, but they also weren’t attacking just yet. They were waiting for something. Some cue, perhaps? Or maybe just waiting for their prey to make up their minds. Die running, or die fighting? The monster’s mouth cracked into a grin once again. That patience would be their downfall.
“So let me get this straight.” Summer shifted his gaze back to Kuzuru, speaking in an even tone that betrayed a subtle menace behind it. The calm before the storm. “You’re giving me a choice between running off only to later participate in a fight I didn’t come here for...” His words were punctuated by a sudden drop in the air pressure, the sort of terrifying drop that sparked up worry in the hearts of man and beast alike. For a brief moment, the jeers and taunts of the darklings fell away into a confused chatter, before they found their nerves again. The storm spirit turned on his heel, ash kicking up beneath his boots, and faced the portal in the distance. “Or finishing up what I came here to do in the first place, before you so rudely interrupted me. Yeah, fuck off.” Summer took a step forward, a strangely cool breeze kicking up and billowing out across the courtyard. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go rain on this smarmy little fuck’s parade.”
The monster cast a quick glance up to the sky as he strode forward. Ash and volcanic lightning obscured the sky, as per usual, but he didn’t need to see the sky to know his magic was working its, well, magic. Twenty seconds of conversation had passed, and the atmosphere above had been thrown into turmoil in that time. That gave him about ten seconds before all hell broke loose. Ten seconds to clear 40 meters and keep the other Liberators out of harm’s way. Immediately, the spirit surged forward, spurring himself on with all the speed he could muster. A raucous cry rose up from the ranks of the Darklings. Their prey had made up their minds, the bloodbath could begin.
Summer’s legs kicked rhythmically across the soot-covered stone, his eyes darting side to side as he scanned over the dragon knights, trying to find the best route through this maze. The lizardmen charged him down in turn, and from somewhere behind him, he could hear the battle beginning back with the other Primes as well. A sword swung down from the right with a wild sweeping motion. Summer shifted his weight to the side, stepping awkwardly out of its way, and gritting his teeth as the blade nicked his ribs. Seizing the opportunity his brief stumble provided, a red-scaled adversary from his left lashed out with its greatsword. The monster hurled himself to the side, a clumsy jump that brought him to safety nonetheless.
Wind escaped from the black-haired man’s lungs, driven out as he hit the ground shoulder-first. Summer swiftly rolled himself onto his chest, his grey coat staining itself even darker from the ash on the ground. A mace hammered into the ground where he’d just been, shattering stone beneath it. Shards of brick bounced lightly off of his jacket, and with his arms now firmly under him, he threw himself to his feet and kicked forward once again. Untold numbers of darklings were beginning to swarm him, he who was so foolish as to throw himself into their numbers, alone and unarmed.
The monster’s mouth cracked open in a big, toothy grin, even as a blade a deep gash through his left arm. He continued to press forward, undaunted. He could feel it, a maelstrom of wind and rain rushing down from the heavens. Another sword bit into his shoulder, bringing with it a rush of pain that was almost drowned out by the pure elation flooding him. A maniacal laugh rose above the jeering of the dragonlings surrounding the monster, and they all froze for a moment. They were beasts, beings of nature, and now that they were paying attention, they could suddenly feel it themselves. A natural disaster was upon them, and they hadn’t noticed until it was too late.
A torrent of wind, rain, and ash slammed into the ground, the beginnings of a magnificent downburst. The dragonlings nearest Summer, for all their sure footing, were unceremoniously swept off balance and dashed against the ground. Catastrophically powerful winds ballooned outwards, dragging the fallen darklings with and turning them into meaty projectiles to be used against their allies. A chain reaction was quickly formed, of wind turning the knights into missiles, crashing into more knights and throwing even more meat outwards. And all at once, the wind faded away, leaving no trace except for the swath of devastation surrounding the spirit of storms.
“Ah... That felt good to get out of my system,” Summer said to himself, turning his face up to the pouring rain. He ran his hand through his drenched hair, scraping the wet ash out of it. “Alright Sonny, you can take over again,” he spoke, casting a quick glance down to the struggling, aching bodies of the dragonlings around him, making sure none of them were up and trying to get the drop on him. “Just don’t disperse this. This place could use a bit of rain.”
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Brief switch to Summer
Used Microburst on a good chunk of the dragonlings. Both the Blades and the Liberators were safely out of harm’s way. 2/3 SP Remaining.
It is now raining over the battlefield.
Summer is switching back to Sonny.
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