06-21-2018, 03:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-21-2018, 10:24 PM by Morene Fellon.)
Watching as Summer's rage took over the poor mage girl whose body they both possessed, Morene paid no mind to the dragonlings she was fighting mere seconds ago. Summer's behavior was downright concerning. For somebody who claims to have been in the monster hunting business for longer than the huntress herself, the storm spirit was not handling himself well at all. His actions were reckless, careless; this would be nothing more than eye-roll worthy to Morene in any other circumstance, but with Ebony's well being at stake?
Not acceptable.
Through the blistering heat, Morene outstretched one of her arms, LMG in her right hand lowered appropriately. Aiming carefully, one of the woman's grappling cables shot outwards a very considerable distance away... Just enough to reach the body of Stormy Night. However on an inclined slope, Morene very carefully whipped the cable to the left, catching the poor girl by her side. A satisfying tug could be felt as the cable wrapped itself around the girl, and... Summer was already not pleased by this. The radiant purple flames surrounding the mage did not dim down, similarly to the uncanny expression of anger in Ebony's face; her eyes lit up like the lava surrounding the stone walls the Liberators were clearing.
Yanking the cable at an upright angle, Morene grunted in exertion as she watched the mage's tiny fused body fly towards her. The horrific heat emitting from the girl was too much; even for Morene's armor, which was already going slightly orange from nearly overheating. After a very short moment realizing this, Morene settled on pulling the fused body up the incline of the drawbridge they stood upon as if she had the two of them lassoed. Almost immediately, she could see Summer's side of the fusion was already fuming.
"Let me g--" the mage's tiny voice began, with a very uncharacteristic growl to it. Definitely Summer.
"No," Morene interjected, much more sternly than expected.
A moment of silence, if either of them ignored the horrific screeching that approached them in the backdrop of the falling stronghold.
"You will listen instead, child," the woman continued, still sounding as if she was scolding Summer, even through the scalding heat, "you're being absolutely careless. I will not let this continue if you continue to put yourselves in harm's way; we work together, same as they are."
The amount of words Morene seemed to enunciate capitalized on how she felt perfectly. She finished, feeling ever so slightly bad that either of them had to be scolded for their behavior, but this was serious. Again, a twinge of guilt surged over Morene as she looked upon the mage's eyes, and as the screeching continued, the knight-errant eventually realized that was Ebony's side taking over, stronger than how simply pissed Summer was at the moment; it was a look of fear.
A single hulking step upon stone was heard. Morene knew exactly what was to happen if she didn't move in the next split second. So she did, activating her thrusters again, carefully avoiding the heaving strike by rolling out of the way and just barely dodging the colossal attack. As Morene's giant sabatons stamped upon the ground, she had already retracted her cable, almost knocking poor Ebony's body down to the ground. Immediately thereafter, Morene turned and pulled from her pocket voids the Moonriser poleaxe. Slightly irked that she was interrupted, Morene took initiative over the dragonling. Morene noted this was the partner of the other one who was just now scorched to oblivion and currently writhing upon the stone bridge, though she didn't care much at all what it was at the moment.
Taking a high stance with polearm rested upon her pauldron, Morene stepped forward at an alarming speed and swung the hammerhead of her weapon straight into the dragonling's snout. Her opponent's cudgel had clearly missed what was an attempt to trade hits; the knight-errant's range was far greater, to which Morene calculated perfectly. Watching as the hammer cocooned in powerfield energies lodged itself into the dragonling's head was mildly satisfying. Still, the dark energy zombie attempted to claw at the huntress, slowly and sluggishly, as expected of an opponent with a chunk of their skull now caved into itself.
Taking the shaft of her poleaxe, Morene slid her gauntleted hands to it's center of gravity. Pulling, Morene ripped the hammerhead downwards to slam the dragonling where it was better off; on the ground. Grasping her now freed polearm, the knight-errant held it in one hand as the soldier of Nebula still attempted to crawl at it's weapon some distance away. Looking beside it, Morene saw a rather large brick of stone. Grasping at the cuirass of the dragonling, Morene propped the head of the still frenzied reptile onto the slab, taking a few steps back, and swiftly ending it's life with a clean decapitation with the axehead of her weapon.
Breathing in, Morene was admittedly grateful for Summer to have had the rest of the lesser dragonlings scatter in a heatwave-induced panic, as otherwise she would have expected to continue fighting. Speaking of Summer, the woman turned to notice the fused body of Stormy Night some distance away was barely standing at this moment. Ebony's exhasustion getting to the both of them, more than likely.
Raising her voice so the both of them would hear, the huntress covered her visor and bevor with her giant Cerantium arm to avoid going blind from the Primes' blistering heat. She spoke again, gentler still.
"You remember what I said? Or am I going to have to tuck you both into my arm all the way back to the garrison?" She anticipated a response soon thereafter; hopefully from Summer, as Ebony was the last person in the entire verse who needed to hear any of this.
Before anybody could reply, more zombie-like battlecries could be heard. A low growl escaped the woman's lips, masked and distorted by her helmet whose visor shined an intense blue, almost as if it intensified along with her slight frustration.
Not acceptable.
Through the blistering heat, Morene outstretched one of her arms, LMG in her right hand lowered appropriately. Aiming carefully, one of the woman's grappling cables shot outwards a very considerable distance away... Just enough to reach the body of Stormy Night. However on an inclined slope, Morene very carefully whipped the cable to the left, catching the poor girl by her side. A satisfying tug could be felt as the cable wrapped itself around the girl, and... Summer was already not pleased by this. The radiant purple flames surrounding the mage did not dim down, similarly to the uncanny expression of anger in Ebony's face; her eyes lit up like the lava surrounding the stone walls the Liberators were clearing.
Yanking the cable at an upright angle, Morene grunted in exertion as she watched the mage's tiny fused body fly towards her. The horrific heat emitting from the girl was too much; even for Morene's armor, which was already going slightly orange from nearly overheating. After a very short moment realizing this, Morene settled on pulling the fused body up the incline of the drawbridge they stood upon as if she had the two of them lassoed. Almost immediately, she could see Summer's side of the fusion was already fuming.
"Let me g--" the mage's tiny voice began, with a very uncharacteristic growl to it. Definitely Summer.
"No," Morene interjected, much more sternly than expected.
A moment of silence, if either of them ignored the horrific screeching that approached them in the backdrop of the falling stronghold.
"You will listen instead, child," the woman continued, still sounding as if she was scolding Summer, even through the scalding heat, "you're being absolutely careless. I will not let this continue if you continue to put yourselves in harm's way; we work together, same as they are."
The amount of words Morene seemed to enunciate capitalized on how she felt perfectly. She finished, feeling ever so slightly bad that either of them had to be scolded for their behavior, but this was serious. Again, a twinge of guilt surged over Morene as she looked upon the mage's eyes, and as the screeching continued, the knight-errant eventually realized that was Ebony's side taking over, stronger than how simply pissed Summer was at the moment; it was a look of fear.
A single hulking step upon stone was heard. Morene knew exactly what was to happen if she didn't move in the next split second. So she did, activating her thrusters again, carefully avoiding the heaving strike by rolling out of the way and just barely dodging the colossal attack. As Morene's giant sabatons stamped upon the ground, she had already retracted her cable, almost knocking poor Ebony's body down to the ground. Immediately thereafter, Morene turned and pulled from her pocket voids the Moonriser poleaxe. Slightly irked that she was interrupted, Morene took initiative over the dragonling. Morene noted this was the partner of the other one who was just now scorched to oblivion and currently writhing upon the stone bridge, though she didn't care much at all what it was at the moment.
Taking a high stance with polearm rested upon her pauldron, Morene stepped forward at an alarming speed and swung the hammerhead of her weapon straight into the dragonling's snout. Her opponent's cudgel had clearly missed what was an attempt to trade hits; the knight-errant's range was far greater, to which Morene calculated perfectly. Watching as the hammer cocooned in powerfield energies lodged itself into the dragonling's head was mildly satisfying. Still, the dark energy zombie attempted to claw at the huntress, slowly and sluggishly, as expected of an opponent with a chunk of their skull now caved into itself.
Taking the shaft of her poleaxe, Morene slid her gauntleted hands to it's center of gravity. Pulling, Morene ripped the hammerhead downwards to slam the dragonling where it was better off; on the ground. Grasping her now freed polearm, the knight-errant held it in one hand as the soldier of Nebula still attempted to crawl at it's weapon some distance away. Looking beside it, Morene saw a rather large brick of stone. Grasping at the cuirass of the dragonling, Morene propped the head of the still frenzied reptile onto the slab, taking a few steps back, and swiftly ending it's life with a clean decapitation with the axehead of her weapon.
Breathing in, Morene was admittedly grateful for Summer to have had the rest of the lesser dragonlings scatter in a heatwave-induced panic, as otherwise she would have expected to continue fighting. Speaking of Summer, the woman turned to notice the fused body of Stormy Night some distance away was barely standing at this moment. Ebony's exhasustion getting to the both of them, more than likely.
Raising her voice so the both of them would hear, the huntress covered her visor and bevor with her giant Cerantium arm to avoid going blind from the Primes' blistering heat. She spoke again, gentler still.
"You remember what I said? Or am I going to have to tuck you both into my arm all the way back to the garrison?" She anticipated a response soon thereafter; hopefully from Summer, as Ebony was the last person in the entire verse who needed to hear any of this.
Before anybody could reply, more zombie-like battlecries could be heard. A low growl escaped the woman's lips, masked and distorted by her helmet whose visor shined an intense blue, almost as if it intensified along with her slight frustration.