05-06-2017, 11:42 PM
Madotsuki had reentered the brawl --electing to target not the dark mage-- but rather she focused her efforts with Shinnah in order to thin out the ranks of Darklings that threatened to tussle with the powerhouses. An elegant blade, a mysteriously organic staff, and a group of minor demons were all they needed as they charged through the backline. While the dreamer focused on weaving between and slaughtering as many enemies as she could, the warlock worked on escorting the hapless citizens who happened to get caught up in the mess, using her little minions as bait as she led the victims to safety.
Something mighty collapsed to the ground, and a quick glance showed that the plague marine had felled the Doomguard. The half-baku turned to see how the gnome would take the news, but the warlock gave her a thumbs up and nodded, apparently aware that the demon's condition was not fatal. Either the newcomer knew enough about the wounds, or she and the beast had some kind of connection.
The rest of the fight raced by in a blur until another person arrived, having taken advantage of the mage's temporary weakness that Hiro had supplied. In a space of a few seconds, the stranger had the enemy leader pinned to the ground with what had to be some sort of arm cannon pressed up against his head. Time seemed to slow down as the mage withdrew his army, only to have the resulting dark magic well up under and behind him. The two girls stared up at the new danger in horror, preparing to run once it attacked.
And then the stranger nailed him in the chest with a laser blast, leaving nothing but his helm and five of the chips. "Well, that was anticlimatic," said Shinnah, although she looked more relieved than disappointed.
Madotsuki shrugged. 'Let's go check out the damage.'
"Alright. I'll check on Azzy."
It almost felt awkward, running through an open field that had just a moment ago been ravaged by Darklings. People peeked out at the post-battlefield, too nervous to approach. Eventually the dreamer and her friends reunited by the newcomer, although the warlock was still tending to her demon.
"You chose the perfect time to pitch in," chuckled the samurai, holding out a hand for the stranger to shake. "Name's Hiro, by the way. This is Madotsuki and Okor." The half-baku nodded in acknowledgement, then walked over to the abandoned belt. She fiddled around with it for a moment before pulling a chip free. Seeing as she had nothing to store the object in, she stuck it into the inactive chamber in her gauntlet, a purple glow confirming that the energy within was ready to be used at will. Normally she'd leave it alone, but the armor surrounding her wrist would allow her to use it more safely.
"I'm Samus Aran," the newcomer replied, her voice slightly distorted by her visor.
Madotsuki returned with the belt in her hand, holding it up for the rest of the group to see. 'Hey, does anyone want one of these?'
At that moment, Shinnah arrived, Azzathec trailing by her side. While its wounds hadn't been fully healed, it was confidently standing on its two cloven feet. Now that the chip was no longer powering it, it had shrunk in size, although it was still several inches taller than an average adult. It watched the group as they momentarily recoiled at the sight of the demon, but it glanced at the warlock and pointed at her, confirming that it was back under her control.
The gnome stepped forward, the vigor drained out of her face. Okor would've recognized the phenomenon as a life-transfer spell. She gave a regretful smile as she spoke. "I'm sorry about this. I was investigating the errant energies here with Azzathec and we got ambushed. I bet things would've been a bit easier if--"
The ronin placed a hand on her shoulders. "We all make mistakes. Don't worry about it... whoever you are."
"I'm Shinnah."
'She's the ally I mentioned earlier,' the dreamer interrupted. 'We worked the backline.'
"Right! And... I'm in your debt. I mean, you saved me and my Doomguard, so if there's anything I can do, let me know. I could come with you guys if you want-- I could teleport the chip into the analysis station in Dalaran and we could help you fight. Or I could just take it there myself if you'd rather me go back."
Something mighty collapsed to the ground, and a quick glance showed that the plague marine had felled the Doomguard. The half-baku turned to see how the gnome would take the news, but the warlock gave her a thumbs up and nodded, apparently aware that the demon's condition was not fatal. Either the newcomer knew enough about the wounds, or she and the beast had some kind of connection.
The rest of the fight raced by in a blur until another person arrived, having taken advantage of the mage's temporary weakness that Hiro had supplied. In a space of a few seconds, the stranger had the enemy leader pinned to the ground with what had to be some sort of arm cannon pressed up against his head. Time seemed to slow down as the mage withdrew his army, only to have the resulting dark magic well up under and behind him. The two girls stared up at the new danger in horror, preparing to run once it attacked.
And then the stranger nailed him in the chest with a laser blast, leaving nothing but his helm and five of the chips. "Well, that was anticlimatic," said Shinnah, although she looked more relieved than disappointed.
Madotsuki shrugged. 'Let's go check out the damage.'
"Alright. I'll check on Azzy."
It almost felt awkward, running through an open field that had just a moment ago been ravaged by Darklings. People peeked out at the post-battlefield, too nervous to approach. Eventually the dreamer and her friends reunited by the newcomer, although the warlock was still tending to her demon.
"You chose the perfect time to pitch in," chuckled the samurai, holding out a hand for the stranger to shake. "Name's Hiro, by the way. This is Madotsuki and Okor." The half-baku nodded in acknowledgement, then walked over to the abandoned belt. She fiddled around with it for a moment before pulling a chip free. Seeing as she had nothing to store the object in, she stuck it into the inactive chamber in her gauntlet, a purple glow confirming that the energy within was ready to be used at will. Normally she'd leave it alone, but the armor surrounding her wrist would allow her to use it more safely.
"I'm Samus Aran," the newcomer replied, her voice slightly distorted by her visor.
Madotsuki returned with the belt in her hand, holding it up for the rest of the group to see. 'Hey, does anyone want one of these?'
At that moment, Shinnah arrived, Azzathec trailing by her side. While its wounds hadn't been fully healed, it was confidently standing on its two cloven feet. Now that the chip was no longer powering it, it had shrunk in size, although it was still several inches taller than an average adult. It watched the group as they momentarily recoiled at the sight of the demon, but it glanced at the warlock and pointed at her, confirming that it was back under her control.
The gnome stepped forward, the vigor drained out of her face. Okor would've recognized the phenomenon as a life-transfer spell. She gave a regretful smile as she spoke. "I'm sorry about this. I was investigating the errant energies here with Azzathec and we got ambushed. I bet things would've been a bit easier if--"
The ronin placed a hand on her shoulders. "We all make mistakes. Don't worry about it... whoever you are."
"I'm Shinnah."
'She's the ally I mentioned earlier,' the dreamer interrupted. 'We worked the backline.'
"Right! And... I'm in your debt. I mean, you saved me and my Doomguard, so if there's anything I can do, let me know. I could come with you guys if you want-- I could teleport the chip into the analysis station in Dalaran and we could help you fight. Or I could just take it there myself if you'd rather me go back."
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Madotsuki claims a Dark Chip.
Shinnah wants to come along. Whether or not she does, a Dark Chip will arrive in Dalaran for analysis.
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