09-18-2017, 04:04 AM
Bits of rock and dust plummeted to the ground all across the room, shaken loose by the brawl. Smoke and as slowly seeped in from the ever-expanding holes above, and from the fires that sprang to life around. Fighting in smoke was always a dire thing, especially to those who needed to breath. Sonny wasn’t sure if the magician’s illusions were beings that needed to breath, or were just plain used to the rancid air, but it wasn’t something he wanted to learn too late. If he guessed wrong, that could lead to more casualties than he’d be comfortable with. Fortunately, along with the soot and dust flowing in, there was a certain tell. Airflow, temperature, humidity, all the little signs that told him just what the weather was like beyond the war room.
“Ebony.” The sun spirit said, holding steady in front of the Necromancer. A black magic bolt washed over him, weakened by his naturally dispersing aura and becoming a pathetic strike he could easily shrug off.
“Yes?” The girl responded, an air of vitality to her voice. He was glad to hear her confidence.
“Hold still.” He ordered, already beginning to weave together a defensive spell for her. Another bolt fizzled against his chest, sucking just a bit of his breath away, but otherwise not doing a whole lot. “Summer and I are going to switch out. When we do, I need you to protect him for half a minute. Can you do it?” A new, light breeze sprung to life as a magical anticyclone coalesced around his comrade - a high pressure system to drive away the smoke. A faint grunt sounded from just off to his side, barely audible over the din of the battle. Monk was getting back up.
“I-I can!” She responded, resolve quickly strengthening along with the barrier around her.
“Good. I’m giving you a defensive spell right now.” In front of him, the Necromancer backed away, beginning to chant something other than the ineffectual bolt spell. “It deflects any attack that isn’t a direct hit,” he said, and with a final snap, the system sprang entirely to life. With an unspoken cue, Summer initiated the switch. “So get right up in their face.”
Mist billowed out from their shared body, and suddenly the black-haired half was standing there. Without wasting a moment, the storm spirit leapt to the side, throwing himself out of Ebony’s way and beginning to channel his own spell. Tumultuous winds began to rage across the mountaintop, singing a whistling song as the jagged spires outside parted them. A blurry mix of light and dark raced through the space the split spirit had just been. Three black masses of arcane energy coalesced between the girl and the dragon, materializing three sword-wielding skeletons.
Summer raced forward, keeping one absent eye on the Ebony as he bent the weather to his whim. More rocks tumbled to the ground, jostled loose by the whipping winds outside. A silver blade flashed out, tearing the rightmost summon asunder. This was met in kind by a stab from a twisted sword, an attack that at most threatened the young mage’s kidney. A mysterious force pushed the strike to the side, turning a would-be cut into a complete miss. That skeleton’s skull jerked to the side as the scythe’s ebony shaft slammed into it, causing the undead soldier to stumble back.
With a dreadful cracking noise, another huge section of the cave roof gave away, crashing to the ground in a downburst of rock and dust. Summer faintly heard some swearing from off to his left as the collapse narrowly missed one of his allies. A powerful tempest dipped in from the new hole, sweeping away all the papers still remaining. Another blade was thrust in Ebony’s direction, and another attack was swept aside by the aura. The mage surged forward, just in time for a black bolt to sail just past her head, and buried her weapon deep into the offender. It crumbled into dust with little flair.
“When I say go...” The storm spirit was suddenly at her side, eliciting a surprised peep from her. “Get all the Liberators to cover.”
“Got it!” She responded, batting aside a strike from the final skeletal warrior and quickly finishing it off.
“And not just ‘under a table’ cover.” He specified, ducking behind her before the Necromancer decided to strike him. “Like, ‘behind a wall’ cover.” Small drops of rain began to splatter against the duo. “Okay. Go!”
“A-already?” Ebony stopped her rampage for a moment and turned to him in surprise.
“Yup!”
“O-okay!” With little else she could say, she set off, but not before giving the Necromancer a parting gift in the form of a solid whack upside the head with the shaft of her scythe.
“Alright you silly little Magician!” Summer seized the opportunity Eb left him with, lunging forward and quickly locking up the dazed Necromancer with his superior strength. His voice rose above the tempest, booming out with a thunderous grandeur. “It looks like you’ve put quite a lot of planning into this little game of yours!” Dragging his prisoner along as a meatshield, he hopped up onto the last remaining unsmashed table. “But lemme give you a little crash course on logistics!” An arrow whizzed past his head, as the Archer was no longer distracted from a Liberator. With a quick turn, he put the Necromancer between him and his ranged opponent. “Even if you’ve assembled the most powerful army in the world!” A fireball slammed against his exposed side, almost throwing him entirely off his feet. “They can still be routed by!” He powered through it, raising his free hand to the cloudy sky above. “A!” The howling of the wind began to sound more like a train roaring through. “Storm!” The storm spirit tossed his captive to the side, lifting his face skyward and welcoming the maelstrom with open arms.
“Ebony.” The sun spirit said, holding steady in front of the Necromancer. A black magic bolt washed over him, weakened by his naturally dispersing aura and becoming a pathetic strike he could easily shrug off.
“Yes?” The girl responded, an air of vitality to her voice. He was glad to hear her confidence.
“Hold still.” He ordered, already beginning to weave together a defensive spell for her. Another bolt fizzled against his chest, sucking just a bit of his breath away, but otherwise not doing a whole lot. “Summer and I are going to switch out. When we do, I need you to protect him for half a minute. Can you do it?” A new, light breeze sprung to life as a magical anticyclone coalesced around his comrade - a high pressure system to drive away the smoke. A faint grunt sounded from just off to his side, barely audible over the din of the battle. Monk was getting back up.
“I-I can!” She responded, resolve quickly strengthening along with the barrier around her.
“Good. I’m giving you a defensive spell right now.” In front of him, the Necromancer backed away, beginning to chant something other than the ineffectual bolt spell. “It deflects any attack that isn’t a direct hit,” he said, and with a final snap, the system sprang entirely to life. With an unspoken cue, Summer initiated the switch. “So get right up in their face.”
Mist billowed out from their shared body, and suddenly the black-haired half was standing there. Without wasting a moment, the storm spirit leapt to the side, throwing himself out of Ebony’s way and beginning to channel his own spell. Tumultuous winds began to rage across the mountaintop, singing a whistling song as the jagged spires outside parted them. A blurry mix of light and dark raced through the space the split spirit had just been. Three black masses of arcane energy coalesced between the girl and the dragon, materializing three sword-wielding skeletons.
Summer raced forward, keeping one absent eye on the Ebony as he bent the weather to his whim. More rocks tumbled to the ground, jostled loose by the whipping winds outside. A silver blade flashed out, tearing the rightmost summon asunder. This was met in kind by a stab from a twisted sword, an attack that at most threatened the young mage’s kidney. A mysterious force pushed the strike to the side, turning a would-be cut into a complete miss. That skeleton’s skull jerked to the side as the scythe’s ebony shaft slammed into it, causing the undead soldier to stumble back.
With a dreadful cracking noise, another huge section of the cave roof gave away, crashing to the ground in a downburst of rock and dust. Summer faintly heard some swearing from off to his left as the collapse narrowly missed one of his allies. A powerful tempest dipped in from the new hole, sweeping away all the papers still remaining. Another blade was thrust in Ebony’s direction, and another attack was swept aside by the aura. The mage surged forward, just in time for a black bolt to sail just past her head, and buried her weapon deep into the offender. It crumbled into dust with little flair.
“When I say go...” The storm spirit was suddenly at her side, eliciting a surprised peep from her. “Get all the Liberators to cover.”
“Got it!” She responded, batting aside a strike from the final skeletal warrior and quickly finishing it off.
“And not just ‘under a table’ cover.” He specified, ducking behind her before the Necromancer decided to strike him. “Like, ‘behind a wall’ cover.” Small drops of rain began to splatter against the duo. “Okay. Go!”
“A-already?” Ebony stopped her rampage for a moment and turned to him in surprise.
“Yup!”
“O-okay!” With little else she could say, she set off, but not before giving the Necromancer a parting gift in the form of a solid whack upside the head with the shaft of her scythe.
“Alright you silly little Magician!” Summer seized the opportunity Eb left him with, lunging forward and quickly locking up the dazed Necromancer with his superior strength. His voice rose above the tempest, booming out with a thunderous grandeur. “It looks like you’ve put quite a lot of planning into this little game of yours!” Dragging his prisoner along as a meatshield, he hopped up onto the last remaining unsmashed table. “But lemme give you a little crash course on logistics!” An arrow whizzed past his head, as the Archer was no longer distracted from a Liberator. With a quick turn, he put the Necromancer between him and his ranged opponent. “Even if you’ve assembled the most powerful army in the world!” A fireball slammed against his exposed side, almost throwing him entirely off his feet. “They can still be routed by!” He powered through it, raising his free hand to the cloudy sky above. “A!” The howling of the wind began to sound more like a train roaring through. “Storm!” The storm spirit tossed his captive to the side, lifting his face skyward and welcoming the maelstrom with open arms.
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Used Microburst (17 OP remaining)
Sonny granted Eb High Pressure System for a bit. Eb wrecked face. Summer charged attacks.
All Liberators are safely out of harm's way if they heeded Eb’s warnings.
Everything not literally attached to the floor shall become a missile that ruins one of the Clones’ days (including other Clones).
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