06-03-2017, 08:41 PM
What just happened?
Sprawled out on the ground, Celestia was contemplating this question as she recovered. The dark judge had caught them all by surprise, and a sudden burst of aggression caught all of the primes off guard to see them sprawled across the ground in various states of injury. Where he had found the sudden reserves of strength, after struggling against five primes for as long as he did, was a mystery.
And just as suddenly as he'd gained the upper hand, the judge left. Leaving the primes scattered around the destroyed courtroom, he had abruptly turned and left through a portal behind him. Celestia supposed there were still a few of nebula's minions scattered around the room, but had he really thought that would be enough? The judge didn't seem to be in any particular hurry as he left. What made him so eager to leave, before he had fully seen to the party's demise?
From her position on the ground, Celestia could see a couple of the aforementioned minions approaching her, as she was sure others were approaching her companions. From the fanged grins on their faces, she could only assume they were expecting easy prey. Celestia watched them approach, unmoving but preparing a spell. When the creatures were almost on she released it, and a flaming barrier encircled her one more. The creatures recoiled with a screech, both singed, and as they stumbled backwards Celestia used the opportunity to struggle to her feet, still recovering. It's purpose complete, she allowed the fire bubble to fade, and finished off the now prone darklings with a pair of quick, precise jets of flame.
Celestia surveyed the room. The battle had done a number on it, with cracked tables and debris from chairs scattered around. Looking up briefly she could even see large cracks where she had impacted the ceiling. Only two things she could see had remained intact. The judge's gavel, dropped at some point over the course of the fight, and now rested on top of the pile of cracked wood that was the remains of a witness bench. Glowing faintly with it's own power, she also noted it was of a size and make to be an effective bludgeoning weapon. She picked it up in her telekinetic grip and examined it, thinking it would be good to have any advantage in the upcoming battle, particularly those that could be plundered from the enemy. “We'll see whose law proves superior in the end,” she muttered to herself, before turning to the room again.
The other survivor of the battle was the judge's portal, a scar of crackling energy across the air itself. It remained, even after the judge left, and the Celestia realized the primes would have to venture through it to truly end this threat. For the moment though, they had time, and it would be better to move through when ready rather than rush it.
Celestia turned back to her companions, who were themselves recovering and/or dispatching the few remaining nebula creatures. “How are we holding up?” she called out, “is everyone alright?”
Sprawled out on the ground, Celestia was contemplating this question as she recovered. The dark judge had caught them all by surprise, and a sudden burst of aggression caught all of the primes off guard to see them sprawled across the ground in various states of injury. Where he had found the sudden reserves of strength, after struggling against five primes for as long as he did, was a mystery.
And just as suddenly as he'd gained the upper hand, the judge left. Leaving the primes scattered around the destroyed courtroom, he had abruptly turned and left through a portal behind him. Celestia supposed there were still a few of nebula's minions scattered around the room, but had he really thought that would be enough? The judge didn't seem to be in any particular hurry as he left. What made him so eager to leave, before he had fully seen to the party's demise?
From her position on the ground, Celestia could see a couple of the aforementioned minions approaching her, as she was sure others were approaching her companions. From the fanged grins on their faces, she could only assume they were expecting easy prey. Celestia watched them approach, unmoving but preparing a spell. When the creatures were almost on she released it, and a flaming barrier encircled her one more. The creatures recoiled with a screech, both singed, and as they stumbled backwards Celestia used the opportunity to struggle to her feet, still recovering. It's purpose complete, she allowed the fire bubble to fade, and finished off the now prone darklings with a pair of quick, precise jets of flame.
Celestia surveyed the room. The battle had done a number on it, with cracked tables and debris from chairs scattered around. Looking up briefly she could even see large cracks where she had impacted the ceiling. Only two things she could see had remained intact. The judge's gavel, dropped at some point over the course of the fight, and now rested on top of the pile of cracked wood that was the remains of a witness bench. Glowing faintly with it's own power, she also noted it was of a size and make to be an effective bludgeoning weapon. She picked it up in her telekinetic grip and examined it, thinking it would be good to have any advantage in the upcoming battle, particularly those that could be plundered from the enemy. “We'll see whose law proves superior in the end,” she muttered to herself, before turning to the room again.
The other survivor of the battle was the judge's portal, a scar of crackling energy across the air itself. It remained, even after the judge left, and the Celestia realized the primes would have to venture through it to truly end this threat. For the moment though, they had time, and it would be better to move through when ready rather than rush it.
Celestia turned back to her companions, who were themselves recovering and/or dispatching the few remaining nebula creatures. “How are we holding up?” she called out, “is everyone alright?”