Kestral stared at the newest horror and its master warily. She'd fought uglier things, even more powerful things, but sheer taint of its power... it made her choke. She was very nearly physically sick. She watched with trepidation as Alice's energy became darker and more enraged than it had been in the Cave room. It undoubtedly had to do with this 'Uncle Nebiros.' Still, the fight between her and this 'Jericho' was intense. It made the air reek with black magic.
She looked down at the boy she'd fought the creatures with. He protected her from a blast she didn't see coming, almost at the cost of his own life. Kestral was a woman who took her life debts very seriously - she would protect him during this confrontation. Her resolve solidified just in time - even as she readied her bow once more, the ghost-like creatures swarmed out towards them. Both of her eyes glowed as she imbued an arrow with her magic. But instead of aiming directly at them, she fired a bright green bolt at the ground below the swarm.
The effect was instantaneous. Large thorn-covered vines rose from the earth and immediately went for the ghosts. The energy from her magic made the vines immune to their intangibility, but it took much more out of her than she thought. She fell to one knee as the vines attacked their victims. Many of them dodged, unfortunately, but a good few were caught and were crushed in the vines' grip.
Movement caught her eye, and she twirled with a ready bow just as one of them prepared to attack her charge. Another fired bow had vines attacking from that side too, but she wobbled with the energy drain. Looking at the boy, she hoped he would wake soon. She couldn't keep this up on her own much longer. Turning back around, she chose to Shift again, becoming one of the bipedal ghosts with an amber-red coat instead of their sickening dark purple. As she prepared another draining energy blast to fire at the beasts, she never noticed the boy beginning to wake.
Infinite Realms: War of the Black God
Re: RPG
by IslaKariese on Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:48 pm
The voices in my head tell me that we saved the world. However, they also told me that George Clooney's face is on the dollar bill, so... meh. The voices are more fun, anyway.
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Re: RPG
by Guyshane on Tue Oct 23, 2012 7:18 pm
Where do they find these people? Red had seen many strange things in his life. It wasn't unusual since he went to a college of magic. There were experiments going wrong all the time there (with the weirdest results coming from the time someone spilled a newly created green potion) and there were necromancers at the college to but they were never as powerful as this one. Several of the three limbed ghosts gathered in front of him. Red promptly summoned a cow in their midst. It didn't hurt them but it did distract them from the lightning bolts that did.And everyone else said that the cow spell would never be useful. Red thought to himself with a grin. Then he noticed that somehow in the midst of the battle that Jericho had his back to him. While there were several ghosts around him Red was confident he could get past them long enough for what he planned. Red sheathed his blade and cast Haste to increase his movements. He then ran up behind Jericho and planted his staff in the ground as he came to a stop behind him. He then tapped the necromancy on the shoulder and said: "Excuse me, Sir". As Jericho turned around Red brought up the small fireball he had conjured in his right hand and slammed it into Jericho's face. As the necromancer stepped back from surprise Red grabbed his staff and hit Jericho in the crotch. Jericho did not look amused. Oh thats just not fair. Red was now back-pedaling, trying to get away, because he didn't have a better plan he threw another fire ball to cover his escape. However he only managed to destroy about four of the small ghosts surrounding the villain. At that point Red turned and ran full out. He dodged some kind of black energy that roared overhead..barely. Its time to retreat and find another member of the group to help me out, that stunt almost got me killed. Still it was worth it just to see the expression on that asshole's face when I sucker-punched him
I say we nuke it from orbit...its the only way to be sure.
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Guyshane - Joined: Fri Sep 28, 2012 9:45 pm
Re: RPG
by AMimsyBorogove on Tue Oct 23, 2012 10:48 pm
BGM: Lunatic Eyes ~ Invisible Full Moon
Alice summoned her cards again. This time they didn’t simply blink to attack and vanish: all four of the attackers stood completely material and charged to face Mastimas. I need to get close. Next time I’ll not blast an arm’s length away… I’ll make sure to blow him from inside! Stupid giant.
Jericho was smart enough to have his ghosts avoid her, in that sense she was clear to fight, but he did something else too. The Gengars could attack from a distance and where hovering around the battlefield, just outside easy reach. She couldn’t absorb them without getting close, or getting rid of their master first, and they started providing cover for Mastimas. Not that the hulking creature needed it, the cards had little effect.
“Whaaat?” Alice didn’t know how to react, she kept hitting him with the cards' spears, but he seemed to just shrug off the damage. Whenever he aimed at a card, she had that one card quickly vanish and another to attack him from behind. This kept him busy enough to not charge her, but slowly he was drawing near… If she let him set the pace, he could just dive through the cards and she wouldn’t have time to cast anything. She had to take the initiative, but how?
The Gengar’s attacks now forced her into a stalemate, having the Jack of Hearts shielding her meant she couldn’t advance, and waiting would only make things worse. I… Uncle Nebiros’ spell… I’ll just kill him now! If he doesn’t die I’ll kill him again! And then again! It was a simple plan… The cards could not overpower him, his defense was too strong. Even if the spell couldn’t kill him outright, she could repeat it, if it didn’t work, she would do it again! There was no time to wait.
“MEG-“ She started screaming, but stopped surprised: Marisa had come to help her fight!
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Given the rather battered appearance of the Witch, one probably wouldn't have expected her to recover as quickly as she did. But, if there was one thing Marisa Kirisame was very, very experienced at, it was withstanding massive surges of power streaming through her body. Between the Mini-Hakkero's influence and the number of times she'd been blown up before, it was a given. The fact that the energy she had channeled just now was from none other than her master, whose soul was a near perfect match to Marisa's own, just made things simpler.
Normally, Marisa would have headed straight for the necromancer and eliminated him as quickly as possible. That was how one resolved an incident, after all: by defeating its source. However, one did not face the final boss before his - or, more commonly, her - right hand servant, and by the look of things, that giant he had summoned was giving someone else trouble, also. The puppetmaster Alice had summoned her familiars, and looked to be launching a furious assault, with cards darting all around the beast and striking from all sides. A blow descended upon the back of the beast's neck, but a swipe of its hand quickly batted this stroke aside, and the card which had dealt the attack was nearly sent flying, forced quickly into retreat. A second powerful stroke forced the other three cards back, and the giant braced itself for what was obviously a lunge. Its target was none other than the young magician herself, who seemed to be cornered behind her main familiar by a storm of magic from the ghostly familiars of the necromancer, unable to move lest she be blown to bits. The card seemed to be sustaining slight damage, as well, for even though it batted aside shower after shower of dark energy, it was slowly giving ground. Either way, it was clear that dodging wasn't an option, and with her cards off balance, the girl rose and seemed to be resorting to some kind of spell, probably a bomb of sorts to escape. But even if she did release a powerful spell to escape the incoming charge of the giant, that would only be a temporary solution. Her cards still wouldn't be able to strike home, and she'd still be pinned down! It would only be a matter of time before she was finished off permanently.
Well, then. Marisa would just have to make sure that didn't happen. Rising into the air once more on her broomstick, she powered her magic up, and then launched.
"In~coming~!" She declared loudly in a sing-song tone as she came streaking into the midst of the battle like a blazing comet. The giant paused, seeing this new opponent, and instead of attacking Alice, acted just as Marisa had predicted and aimed a powerful right hook at her. The thing's fist was probably bigger than her head, and she had little doubt that such an impact would kill her. But, she wasn't worried. After all, she'd already risen to a standing position and flipped into the air by the time the giant had launched his attack, flipping her broom upward as well with the momentum of her launch! Catching it in mid-air, she instantly summoned four of the same multicolored Orrieres orbs she had used during the previous engagement in a diamond shape around its base. Although their power was much less radiant than it had been then, the energy that now surrounded the descending broomstick was still nothing to be trifled with. Marisa was sure of it! She had seen this beast's aura and analyzed it, and knew for a fact that this blow would surely break through! The rainbow-colored blade of power that now adorned the end of her broomstick flashed brightly through the sky as she swung it downward like a gigantic sword, giving a wordless battle cry as it fell like the hammer of judgement from a clouded heaven. It collided with the aura of dark power around the beast, and for an instant, black and white were painted through the canyon as the two rival magics clashed fiercely, a spiritual battle to match the physical engagement that now took place. Then, in the next moment, the darkness gave way, and the radiant starlight magic of the magician forced its way through.
Then, with a metallic clang, the Starlight Blade struck the beast's crossed arms, and stopped short of its head instantly.
Marisa was forced back by the sheer backlash of the impact. Impossible! She'd struck such a blow, and her magic hadn't even made a dent?! Just what was this thing made of?! Now she was angry! With the fire of rage burning in her already determined amber eyes, she gave another cry, and swung in from the side, aiming for a decapitation if she couldn't simply burn up the thing's head in her first attack.
Her blade grazed along the beast's swiftly raised right arm, and was knocked upward as it tilted to the left, evading her stroke completely. It remained without so much as a scratch.
"Why you-!" Marisa growled, raising the broomstick-mounted blade over her head once again and striking.
Again the beast evaded, and Marisa gritted her teeth in a ferocious scowl. What followed was a flurry of blows, too fast to be followed, and a responding blur of blocks and parries that turned aside each and every blow. As a cascade of light rained down, seeming more like a thousand blades than one, the giant moved like lightning, deflecting first one blow, then the next. Even as the sheer force of each impact slowly crushed and shattered the ground beneath the diamond giant's feet, forcing it ever-downward into an expanding pit beneath it with each swing of the witch's ridiculous sword, it still did not so much as move from where it stood, sustaining nary a scratch despite the number of times Marisa's blows had been turned aside with its forearms.
Marisa gave a wordless cry of fury, and redoubled her efforts. In an instant, the Mini-Hakkero had flown from her grip and affixed itself to the opposite end of the broom, and, adjusting her grip accordingly, Marisa twirled the now doubled-bladed weapon over her head, its gigantic energy blades reaching from the mountain at the end of the quarry all the way to the forest on the opposite side, and beyond. Stones tumbled from their place as the absurd sword of starlight cut the top of the mountain clean from its place, and countless trees were overturned in an instant, severed from their roots by the spinning blades of rainbow light, sending those slaves brave enough to watch the unfolding battle running for their lives as the woods began to fall near them.
"Let's see you block this!" Marisa cried triumphantly, bringing down both blades again and again. If her blows before had been like rain, then this was an absolute tempest, with thunderclaps falling left and right upon the head of the giant over whom Marisa now flew. The ground around him was cut apart, sending rubble flying in all directions as the blades were turned away flawlessly, even at this speed! Cutting through the very Earth, they were instantly ripped forth again and sent plummeting at their target yet again.
"Bakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabaka bakashikigami!" Marisa yelled, her ridiculously fast stream of repeated insults punctuating the equally quick storm of attacks she launched. "WHY DON'T YOU JUST TAKE A HIT ALREADYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!" She cried out at last with frustration, turning both her Solar System and Mini-Hakkero to abruptly angle both blades inward, aiming to catch the giant in a pincer and bisect it at the waist.
As if to answer her, the giant abruptly caught both blades of her ridiculously oversized sword, and crushed them within the palms of his hands as though destroying some noisome insect. A cloud of dark energy instantly engulfed the rainbow light of the twin swords, extinguishing their radiance in an instant, and sending Marisa hurtling backward.
But, the Witch was far from done trying. Not one for giving up, she instantly brought her broom beneath her, halting her flight mid air, and, catching the Mini-Hakkero in her hand, quickly oriented the Orrieres orbs to launch forward just as the giant began rising to its feet and trying to climb out of the crater. Placing the Solar System in orbit around her target, she smirked, commencing a bombardment of omnidirectional, high-speed magical bullets from all sides while beginning to chant the first real spell she'd ever learned from her master. The giant hissed and crouched once again, the bullets striking its hide and defensive aura and rebounding away, but Marisa had predicted this, and in an instant, had established a bounded space linked together by the orbiting magical field, which in turn replenished the energy of the deflected bullets and sent them flying right back. Soon, the entire area around the giant was a single storm of condensed magic, hurtling every which way as bullets collided with both each other and their target, exploding in showers of starlight in a rainbow vortex of light that expanded throughout the crater and the field that surrounded it. And yet, at its center was a darkness so black that it could be seen, even through the luminosity surrounding it. The giant was still there, and unharmed.
"Stardust Reverie!" Marisa finished, firing her spell directly at her target. Countless stars of light rained down upon the already vast explosion, passing effortlessly through the field and releasing divine catastrophe on the beast at their epicenter. Then, Marisa snapped her fingers, and at once, all four orbs closed in abruptly, the bounded field they formed the edges of collapsing along with them, until the giant was trapped within a single pillar of blinding radiance, the ground around him shattering upward and scattering into dust. The darkness at the heart of the field was drowned out by starlight, and faded away. Marisa smirked triumphantly.
"Take that, my own personal Orrieres Starlight Cage - patent pending - an inescapable ritual space of absolute magic! Let's see you get out of that without a scratch!" She laughed raucously from where she hovered over the chaos, and gave a mocking grin at the vast crater beneath her.
Then, the smoke cleared, the barrier shattered, the orbs went flying in all directions, the darkness returned, and the gigantic familiar emerged completely unscathed.
Marisa gave a wordless howl of fury that rang out for miles, echoing back at least eight times before its sound finally died out.
"Okay. That's it. I quit," Marisa sighed at last, throwing up her hands as she slowly descended to the ground, landing alongside Alice and taking cover behind her orbs as well as the puppetmaster's familiar, reinforcing the girl's defenses with her own magic, creating another bounded field with her orbs while she quickly spoke in a rather resigned tone to her equally unsuccessful teammate.
"Keeping him in that crater is officially your problem. I'll get rid of those annoying ghosts over there-" Marisa gestured at this point to the familiars which had been keeping up a steady bombardment on the space the two of them occupied for quite some time now. "-so you can worry about the big guy. Once those nuisances are out the way, I'll deal with this problem the same way I deal with everything else!"
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BGM: Shin Megami Tensei - Imagine Online ~ Alice's Theme
Marisa had just landed beside her. The bombarding by the Gengars was heavier and heavier and Mastimas would soon recover his balance and dive for them. But somehow, the Jack of Hearts wasn’t being pushed back by the shots anymore.She can make my friends stronger? How does she do that?
"Keeping him in that crater is officially your problem. I'll get rid of those annoying ghosts over there, so you can worry about the big guy. Once those nuisances are out the way, I'll deal with this problem the same way I deal with everything else!" Marisa started giving directions about what Alice should do.
“Ok.” Alice was too surprised to actually think about something to say as Marisa explained the plan. She gave her the 4 spheres that usually spun around the broom, they would now float around Alice to make her cards a bit stronger. Does that work..? These… Orrieres something? She didn’t ask, clearly her card protecting them was stronger even now. Marisa was ready to jump into the air again.
“Wait! You said you’ll do it the same way you do everything else… What do you mean?” Alice asked quickly.
“How do you think?! I’ll fire a bigger laser at him this time! Now get going!” Marisa replied promptly jumping into the air and yelling at the ghosts “Hey you, over here!”
Alice had to do her part, as the bombarding began to fade she could move a little bit faster. She summoned her cards once again. Mastimas was already climbing out of the crater, but this time he could not ignore the card knights.
The cards would not kill him, but the blows that once barely scratched him, now started to crack his diamond skin. Shallow damage, but damage nonetheless, the witch’s plan was working, she could slow him down. With each blow the cards forced Mastimas to attack them, Alice had to pay attention or she would lose her cards, but as long as she could focus on them, she was able to make them vanish in time to avoid being destroyed and reappear again do poke the monster. She was moving slowly, but surely this time she would get the initiative to attack him.
Step by step Alice made her way to the edge of the crater, the cards were still losing slowly, but the giant was right where he was supposed to stay. A sudden explosion from overhead told Alice that Marisa had begun her light show, which meant Alice just had to wait for Marisa’s signal now. Stupid giant! This time I’ll kill you and you’ll die!
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BGM: Strawberry Crisis!!
Marisa grinned over her shoulder, watching as the group of ghosts that had previously been assailing Alice quickly turned their attention to her. Her very first act had been to fly right over their heads, dropping two magical potions in their midst and causing an explosion that had disintegrated three of the Gengars, but the rest had managed to move in time to escape, for the most part, unharmed. But, she'd gotten their attention, and that was what counted.
The yells of several Haunters snapped the witch back to attention, and a storm of purple light quickly erupted beneath her as her opponents swiftly re-targeted and commenced their bombardment anew. Marisa expertly rolled her broom to the left with one hand, holding onto her hat with the other to keep it from falling from her head. It wouldn't do to lose her trademark accessory in the engagement before a powerful attack. If it fell off now, it would probably end up disintegrated later, and replacing it would be hard in another world, so clearly, protecting her fabulous hat was to be one of her top priorities.
As the barrage blew through where she had just been, however, she gave another hasty glance over her shoulder, and noted something which surprised, excited, and delighted her, for rising into the air behind her was a group of Haunters, carrying in their talons the Gengars that now fired upon her. As she veered sharply upward to escape a shower of magic, she swiftly came about and brought the Hakkero to bear.
It had been too long since she'd had a good dogfight! While they might not have been as fun as the Fairies in the Bamboo Forest or the Earth Rabbits of Eientei, these ghosts were still engaging her in the art she was best at: a high-flying competition of danmaku! And if they were the ones challenging her, then she'd gladly accept. But better still was the fact that, this time, she didn't have to hold anything back for the sake of safety or fairness.
A storm of azure light rained downward upon the enemy attack squadron, at least matching the intensity of their own fierce assault, if not surpassing it. And she was just getting warmed up! As a Haunter veered left, nearly dropping its passenger in surprise, Marisa quickly retargeted and fired off a three-pronged laser attack. The spirit attempted to evade, but found itself overextended as it, panicked, veered straight into the third beam, and exploded along with the Gengar it carried in a shower of starlight.
But there were still at least eight more of the Haunters incoming. While she'd ceased firing so as to eliminate one, the others had risen to her own altitude, and, spreading out so as not to be easily struck, immediately began firing once again, the Haunters now joining in with their own blackish orbs of power to support the lances of purple energy thrown by the Gengars. Ducking her head, the witch expertly darted between several of the incoming attacks, narrowly escaping any direct hits by grazing all of them and absorbing their energy to supplement her own magic. At the same time, she raised her hand and, sweeping it across the air as she fired, released a three-layered half-circle of magic bullets, then scattered them outward before compressing them inward again. The ghosts, moving forward to enter the obvious gaps in the attack pattern at the center, found themselves suddenly flanked and trapped within a tight space, with bullets walling them in on all sides. One went down right away, while two others were felled by the incoming attack. Those at the very center, however, were unharmed, and immediately, the remaining five Haunters darted to a safe distance as fast as they could, and resumed their bombardment anew. It looked like the one controlling them had decided to up the ante, for this time, the scale and speed of the attacks was much larger than before, creating a curtain of magic that was doubtless meant to prevent Marisa from eliminating the retreating spirits. At the same moment, at least a half-dozen more Haunters - these not bothering to carry any Gengars with them - swiftly rose to form a phalanx between Marisa and the fleeing squadron. It was a solid plan. The Gengars, few in number, were probably a valuable resource, considering their firepower. Protecting them was obviously a high priority, while the Haunters were fast, dangerous in close quarters areas such as the inside of a cloud of lethal magic bullets, and numerous, thus making them ultimately expendable. But, it was a plan Marisa would have no problems dealing with.
It would have been simple to just raise the Hakkero, chant her favorite spell, and obliterate the enemy with a storm of genocidal love. But that would be time and energy consuming, and, ultimately, wasteful. There was an enemy who needed a good Sparking anyway, so using up the necessary magic power now would just make things harder in the long run.
And, besides, this looked like it could be fun!
Kicking the common sense that told one to run away from a hailstorm of incoming bullets to the curb, Marisa braced herself low on her broom, and launched forward, directly into the maelstrom of magic that now surrounded her on all sides. There was no place for reason in Gensokyo, the land where logic did not exist, and therefore, in a battle of magic of the same type as was fought beyond the Hakurei Barrier, common sense was also unneeded!
Marisa shot forward like a rocket, darting into a gap between several bullets in the outermost layer, then swerved right just in time to avoid a crossfire that had probably been launched, predicting her response. This necromancer, she mused, wouldn't have been half bad at danmaku, had he been born in Gensokyo. His strategy - using expendable familiars as cheap, powerful fire teams - had certainly been used before by others, and fighting his expertly controlled minions brought back memories of a certain puppetmaster who had always favored much the same technique. Actually, this bullet pattern was quite similar to several of her own favorites: a multi-ringed storm of magic which rotated in countless different directions throughout each layer, creating a crossfire that made it difficult, if not outright impossible, to escape. But, effective though the technique was, Marisa had faced this exact sort of spell far too many times to be fooled by it! She could navigate such a predictable current with her eyes closed by now!
Up, then up again, followed by a sharp drop downward as another volley swept through her position, which quickly turned into a downward roll that was perfectly timed to dart left, then right, then left again to masterfully escape the encircling snare the spirits had set for her. As she veered right a final time, she found herself right where she wanted to be: right at the eye of the storm, where the Haunter group awaited her and where the bullets were much thinner so as not to strike the ghosts lying in ambush. As they gave triumphant cries and dived, Marisa merely smiled all the more happily, and leaped upward from her broom, taking its haft in her hand as she did so and sweeping it upward to deflect a claw strike from the first assailant before bashing its face in with brute force, sending it spiraling away and into two of its comrades. The trio flew backward with surprising speed, right into the vortex of magic all around them, where they were instantly consumed.
Marisa, meanwhile, now took her broom in both hands and swung herself over it, launching it up into the air and herself straight downward as she raised her Mini-Hakkero, firing off a storm of energy that obliterated two more targets who, caught between their allies' relentless assault and the swiftly approaching spread of starlight, were unable to evade in time.
The last Haunter gave a vengeful cry and dropped right behind her, bringing its razor-sharp claws to bear, but Marisa was prepared for this, also, and swiftly kicked out with both her feet, deflecting herself out of the ghost's path just in time to catch her falling broom, and, hanging from it, to deflect the flurry of blows that followed, the impact of which allowed her to once more vault over her broom while the spirit was knocked off balance, to flip over in mid air, and to bring down her left foot, upon which now rested the Mini-Hakkero, in a magically amplified drive kick directly into the ghost's skull, shattering it like glass in a roaring explosion of countless colors. Then, in an instant, she was back on her broom again, and, kicking the reactor carelessly up into her extended hand, she adjusted her hat and took off after the retreating ghosts.
They began to fire even faster now, resembling now a spellcard more than they did any ordinary attack, but this did not cause the witch any distress, for, in his haste, the necromancer forgot to even change the general pattern of his assault! A swipe inward from the left, followed by a sharply descending band of bullets, were quite easy to predict and evade, and the following twin streams of bullets from either side, closing in to form a last-ditch pincer attack, was so ill-timed that the witch could easily dart downward and escape unscathed. As the five Haunters swiftly regrouped after splitting to form the attack, they found themselves suddenly caught within a bounded field, countless arcane symbols and diagrams appearing all around them to form a cubic cage that prevented them from escaping either up or down, and limited their dodging area on either side. This was the sort of field that automatically triggered at the beginning of a danmaku dogfight, meaning Marisa, who was also restricted by its boundaries, was already used to it. The spirits, on the other hand...
Marisa grinned as they panicked, ignoring her in frenzied attempts to batter down the prison that entrapped them, giving her time to finish an incantation she'd begun muttering under her breath before she'd even arrived in close enough range to execute her trap. It was useless. They could never hope to escape in time, and in their terror, they'd even positioned themselves in the worst possible location to withstand her attack. Out of habit, she called the name of the spell as she completed it, and, as seven circles of starlight appeared around her, seven different colors of magic took the form of an uncountable number of projectiles, and spiraled outward in all directions. In an instant, the edges of the bounded field were filled with a kaleidoscope of stars, the only space not occupied by this awe-inspiring magic being that area around Marisa herself. The spirits, realizing they were completely trapped, tried in vain to run, but they'd placed themselves into a corner in their foolish attempt to escape.
"Magic Sign ~ Stardust Reverie," Marisa said decisively.
Then, the spirits screamed, and all of them, without exception, disappeared into the rainbow of light as the bounded field collapsed around them, releasing the starlight shower in all directions as it scattered into dust and was blown off on the wind. But Marisa spent no time staring at the results of her spell. She already knew what they would be: complete and total victory. The duel was over. She had won this stage, at least.
But, at the end of every stage of an incident, there was always a boss: an enemy to defeat. And this time, there was no exception. The implacable giant beneath her still stood, engaged in battle with the puppets she had strengthened with her magic. They were barely holding their ground, but they were breaking through, bit by bit. The anti-magical bounded field the familiar had possessed before had been broken, and his diamond skin was beginning to crack. As he was now, he couldn't hope to withstand the arcane finale the witch and her compatriot had prepared for him.
In an instant she was off, turning her flight back towards the battlefield and chanting a spell as she approached. By the time she'd finished it, however, her thoughts were elsewhere.
"I pledge myself to conquer all the foes who stand, before the mighty gift bestowed in my unworthy hand- or however it goes. Heh. I wish. Why is it all of my best spells have to have incantations in dead languages? It's just so boring to say 'Abra Cadabra' and all that. Maybe I should make new words of power for all the spells I modify so I can rattle off impressive sounding rhymes like some sort of anime heroine?" Marisa mumbled to herself under her breath. After watching some anime videos that Rinnosuke had somehow gotten from across the boundary, she'd felt a little envious of the fact that all of the magicians in them got really cool sounding spells that didn't sacrifice any of the destructive power of high-level magic. But, come to think of it, she realized that there was another solution to her problem. That god had said that all worlds of fiction were a reality somewhere, right? In that case... Marisa had a lot of stealing- er, borrowing without permission - no, scratch that, copying - ahead of her.
But, she supposed, she'd have to worry about stealing all of the most powerful spells in all of the multiverse later. She had a job to do right now, which meant "Love Sign ~ Dragon Slave" and "Loving Heart ~ Starlight Breaker" would just have to wait. She sighed, and finished chanting her spell, observing with content, if not her usual joy, the light already shimmering around the Mini-Hakkero as she commenced her attack run. Even the storm of bullets shooting up at her from the ground, forcing her to at least dodge a little, did nothing to improve her mood, making her wonder if that bridge-Youkai from the underground was somehow influencing her from across reality. Feeling envious wasn't like her at all, especially when she had things to blow up.
Ah, yes. Things to blow up. That would improve her mood for sure, she thought, and so she readied the Hakkero, and called out to the puppetmaster below her.
"Alrighty~, Alice! Let him have it!" She called, her usual good cheer returning to her voice as she prepared her own spell to attack. Just a little further, and she'd be in range!
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BGM - Ultimate Truth
"Alrighty~, Alice! Let him have it!"
There was the signal. The shower of energy bullets from the Gengars had stopped. It was now time to carry out the plan. Alice could run again.
Hold him inside the crater. When I’m done with the cannon fodder, you hit him as hard as you can and get the hell away so I can wipe him off the face of the planet. Simple plan, got it? She remembered the plan. It was time to play her part.
She was now running around the edge of the crater, Mastimas still fighting her cards. If she stopped them to cast her spell, he would be able to jump out before Marisa could attack, but if she cast it now her friends would be destroyed with the Giant. Then what can I do?
She found herself smiling again. She hated the giant, that she had to play with him was a disaster. That he stood between her and the necromancer she wanted to kill was enraging. He had nothing to do with her, he was bothering her. But still, she was smiling.
The plan! She realized suddenly. It was Marisa’s help. Marisa’s plan. She wasn’t playing with the giant anymore. He was a toy, a doll. She was using him to play with Marisa! That’s what made her happy! She started laughing loudly.
I’m not losing to Marisa! She began to run faster, she wanted to stay behind Mastimas if at all possible, but the monster wasn’t making it easy. She had to force him to stand still.A spell could do it. But it would be useless, she knew she couldn’t aim correctly while running and he already survived a near, but not quite centered on him, blast, so this time she had to make sure she would hit him with the full blast of her spell. It’s… Risky… But, I won’t lose to Marisa!
Summoning the Jack of Hearts once again Alice stopped running. The card jumped into the crater to stand right in front of the giant and locked onto his torso, holding him in place. The sheer force of Mastimas’ counter blow nearly shredding the card. But fulfilling it’s role as a shield and thanks to Marisa’s enhancement, the Jack of Hearts survived the first strike. Mastimas was already preparing a second punch, but the time he had ignored the other four cards was enough.
Alice was trembling already when the Jack of Hearts descended into the pit, but she couldn’t distract herself. She commanded the four attackers to step back and lunge with everything they had at the creature’s legs. Her own powers along with Marisa’s magic could damage him somewhat, so this could work. If it didn’t her cards would be destroyed. She couldn’t distract herself!
The lunge worked, if only barely. The enhanced spears managed to pierce his legs making him fall to his knees. He wasn’t pinned down, but this was better than nothing. “MARISA! YOUR ORB THINGS!" She screamed, releasing the Orrieres Solar System back to the witch, she couldn’t have her power split at this crucial moment. Alice recalled her cards. It was the right moment.
“Megi- no…” She paused for a single instant. How do you think?! I’ll fire a bigger laser at him this time! Marisa’s words came back to her mind. Bigger? There was no real time to think. But, she wouldn’t lose to Marisa. She was too close to the blast, but, she couldn’t lose to Marisa!
Summoning her five cards again, this time to wrap around her as a single shield, she uttered her spell at the monster. They were both immobile, she could not miss her target. And this time it was her best spell. Then I’ll use a bigger laser too!.
“Megidolaon!” From directly beneath the giant, a single point of white light began to spin and exploded in a blast bigger than the one that made the crater in the first place. Mastimas exactly at it’s center.
The explosion flung Alice into the air, her cards vanishing again after protecting her from the Almighty damage by sharing the burst amongst themselves. It was a small price to pay for keeping their master alive. Alice had done her part, it was up to Marisa now.
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BGM: Plastic Mind
Even as her ally on the ground closed in on the crater to deal her part of the pincer attack, Marisa came ever closer to her target. Jericho seemed to realize Marisa's intent - not a very difficult achievement, considering the amount of magic the Witch was leaking at the moment in preparation for her finisher - and quickly repositioned the remaining Haunters and Gengars to stop her. The clawed spirits rose up before her, while the ranged attackers on the ground opened fire with everything they had, creating several weapons and launching them along with their ordinary magic lances. A dark cloud streaked with purple and blue rose up into the air before arcing downward and descending upon Marisa in an unbelievable rain of projectiles.
That is, unbelievable to an ordinary person. Marisa, while she was an ordinary magician, also happened to be from Gensokyo. Hah! Such a low-level barrage was less difficult than what she faced to go shopping on Tuesdays!
Weaving expertly in and out of the attack pattern, Marisa did not so much as slow down even as she rose to stand atop her broom. No, on the contrary, she actually sped up, moving ever faster and faster until she was naught but a starlit comet streaking across the sky, blurring through the enemy bombardment as though it was but a drizzling rain or a transient mist across her path. The Haunters screamed and dived to stop her, but a shout from below told Marisa she wouldn't have to worry on that count, either, for the instant Alice's words reached her ears, the Orrieres Solar Orbs were already on their way toward their master. The Haunters came within inches of striking her, but at the last second, all four of the wave sent to hinder her progress were struck from the side by the incoming spheres, and were scattered into dust even before they fell backward into their allies' attacks. The orbs, meanwhile, swiftly resumed their orbit around their master.
Marisa's power levels had spiked. As it was, her magic would probably have been capable of leveling a small city. But that wasn't enough. That creature down there had insulted her, taunting the power of her spells and danmaku by shrugging them off as though they had no effect. Marisa wasn't just going to kill him. She was going to obliterate him, and remove every trace of his existence from the face of the universe, along with a good chunk of the ground upon which he had tread! Thus, working quickly as she made her final approach, she directed the orbs to surrender the energy they had left, each one orbiting in turn into the Mini-Hakkero held in her upraised hand, and fading into it, causing its rainbow gleam to intensify to the point where the sheer, condensed light radiating from the reactor in her grasp was blinding to look at, as though a star had appeared above the earth.
She was almost there now. A flash of light from below turned swiftly into a devastating storm, telling her Alice had already made her move. There was no time to waste then! Twenty meters to go, and the enemies had pulled out all the stops. Haunters came screaming in at her from all sides, Gengars fired off every last weapon at their disposal in an desperate attempt to stop her. But Marisa did not stop. Left, right, down, left, up, Marisa escaped time and time again, often by mere centimeters, luring three Haunters to their deaths as they collided with the aimlessly thrown projectiles of their comrades, and escaping those she couldn't kill in time. The light, both that in her hand and the pillar shining up from below, had grown brighter, and she had almost reached her goal! Ten meters, now five remained. She raised her hand and took aim as a last storm of bullets fell around her harmlessly. Then, she cried two words, and released every last bit of the energy she had gathered.
"Master.... SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!"
As Alice's attack on the ground reached its climax, a gargantuan storm of light erupted in the sky above. It was as though a thousand stars had been called forth in one spot, as though the heavens themselves had been torn asunder and the radiance of every sun, every nebula, every supernova, and every galaxy had been condensed into a single point of absolute color, with every single shade and hue combining into an indescribable typhoon of pure luminescence. And then, all of this light aligned itself towards its target, and came crashing down all at once.
Had the power of that ultimate spell not been condensed into a single, concentrated stream, it would have, without a doubt, disintegrated each and every one of the combatants below, even those Marisa was now in an uneasy alliance with. Even still, however, as the ground below was turned to glass by the sheer heat of the attack, the tremendous shockwave of the indescribably destructive blast would probably have been enough to send all of those fighting below stumbling for a footing, or even flying off their feet, indiscriminately. It was fortunate, then, that all rubble picked up by the blast was instantaneously vaporized by its heat, or else even those Marisa intended to assist likely would have been crushed to death beneath the vast strips of land that rose like a raging ocean and were scattered to the winds in the form of a very fine ash.
The darkness at the heart of the combined attack was entirely consumed, and flickered out.
Marisa hovered over the explosion, giving a laugh of glee at the mayhem that met her eyes. Those Gengars who had fired upon her had been close enough to the blast to be annihilated, and the Haunters surrounding her had been sent flying so far by the shockwave caused just by her firing off the attack that it would surely take them time to recover. That would give her enough time to recharge the Hakkero, so, she figured, why not take a break and enjoy the little things that made life worth living? The screams of ones enemies as they roasted in starfire, the beautiful landscape before one's eyes as it melted into dust, and the light of one's favorite attack spell as it obliterated everything in its path. Yep! This was the good life, alright!
Marisa was snapped out of her reverie, however, by the realization that a small, dark shape had just emerged from the edge of the blast radius. At first, she feared that Mastimas might have somehow done the impossible and survived, but a moment's attention quickly told the Witch that this was not the case. That shape was tiny, like a ragdoll buffeted on the gale she had just unleashed... it could only be Alice!
Don't tell me... she didn't get out in time?! Marisa thought. In an instant, she had swung herself back into a seated position on her broom, and, turning its head straight down, entered a high speed dive. The wind screamed around her as she fell, one hand on her broom and the other on her hat, skirting along the edge of the vast pillar of energy that still raged throughout the air and growing ever closer to the dark form that had now cleared the explosion and was flying away from it. If this had been the Alice she knew, she could have simply righted herself in mid air. But this wasn't Gensokyo, and without wings, this girl wouldn't be able to fly, magician though she might be. As fast as she was being carried by the aftershock of the blast, Marisa didn't doubt that she'd end up as a little red spot on the rocks somewhere.
And so, the Witch accelerated, pushing her flight to its limits and using the remaining power of her magic to form a sort of rocket at the end of her broom, sending her streaking across the sky, leaving a trail of stars behind her. With each passing second, she grew closer to Alice, but Alice grew closer to a fatal crash landing. Instants bled together as time seemed to slow. She was almost within reach! Just a little closer, and she could...! Glancing ahead, however, Marisa saw what she dreaded. In the blink of an eye, Alice would strike against the foot of the mountain, and would surely be dashed to pieces. The cards that had shielded her from the initial explosion had faded away, leaving her unprotected. If Marisa couldn't catch her now, then...
No. She was not letting anyone die. It didn't matter that she was out of Marisa's reach. It didn't matter that she had no chance of surviving the impact. It didn't matter that she was already pushing her broom's speed to its limits. Before her resolve, nothing, even the impossible, could not be accomplished. She had proven that time and time again, so why was she faltering now! Even if she couldn't accelerate any more... she would just have to go faster!
It was at that moment that Marisa Kirisame let go of her hat and broom, and leaped into the air. A cascade of golden locks trailed out like some sort of angelic halo behind her as the oversized pointed cap she had worn was immediately taken by the wind and blown far, far away. Her broom abruptly stopped accelerating, and, streaking into the rocks, was deflected upward, spiraling into the air and out of sight, taking the Mini-Hakkero with it. But Marisa, despite the fact that she had been deprived of the instrument she seemingly used for flight, stayed airborne. No, in fact, she was going faster than ever! Streaking alongside her target, Marisa spread her now freed arms and, catching hold of the young magician, quickly snatched her up and, at the last minute, directed herself upward with all the force her depleted magic could muster.
And then, with so little space to spare that Marisa could feel her hair brushing across the rocks below, the Witch and her charge abruptly shot upward, missing certain doom literally by a hair's breadth. Then slowly, they rose, and leveled out, coming to a stop some distance above the battlefield. Marisa hovered in the air, flying on her own power even without her broom's assistance, and safely holding the form of her ally.
"Hey. You okay?" She asked cheerily. The young magician only nodded, but Marisa was amazed just by that much. She had been within that Spark's blast radius, and she was still conscious? Hell, Marisa was more than a little surprised she was even alive. Even without the assistance of Marisa's ritual, her cards had been strong enough to repel firepower of that magnitude? Marisa gave the girl a rather impressed grin, and continued.
"Glad to hear it. You had me worried there, for a minute." Worried was an understatement. Marisa still couldn't understand it. Had it really been necessary to close to a distance where she couldn't escape in time? What had Alice been thinking?
Alice smiled slightly back at her, and asked a single question which in turn answered all of Marisa's own.
"Was my laser... 'bigger' enough?"
Marisa's eyes widened, and she gave an approving grin. She had no doubt about it anymore. This girl was a magician in the same way that she was. True, she didn't use Danmaku, and her magic was of a different type than Marisa had ever recalled seeing before. But, on the other hand, the two of them obeyed the same code, the three ground rules that all true magicians of Gensokyo all agreed upon.
"Bigger really is better. The more things blow up in your attack, the better. The more creative the way in which you cause said destruction, the better. Let's see them survive the force of a supernova condensed into a bounded field and dropped on their head!" Yes, that last part really was part of the rules. Yes, it had been done before. Yes, it had been Marisa who did it, and yes, it had worked exactly as expected.
Marisa grinned, and gave Alice a proud thumbs up. "On a scale from Nineball to Phantasm, I rate it 1.5 Hell Ravens. You'd fit right in with the magicians from my world! I think you could easily be the third-strongest in Gensokyo." She affirmed proudly. Of course, given her own introduction, that meant she still maintained her own position, but that was probably more out of custom than intentional pride. Alice had managed to do a rare thing: she had created an explosion that impressed Marisa Kirisame, master of all things explody.
"Well," The Puppetmaster replied proudly. "It was my spell that killed him anyway, so of course it was bigger enough."
"Oh?" Marisa asked, raising an eyebrow with a competitive grin. "Unless you can prove that with his body turned to dust as it is, I'm afraid that's a claim you can't back u- Oh, hey!" Marisa's expression and tone abruptly changed as she reached out and caught a falling black object just as it was about to pass her. Dusting it off, Marisa quickly donned her hat once more, and, reaching out, called her broom to herself. She'd placed some of her own power in the Hakkero before abandoning it, so finding it and summoning it was a fairly simple feat, and within a moment, she and her comrade were seated fairly comfortably on the floating cleaning appliance, watching as the pillar of rainbow light finally died out, fading to a single sliver of silver that slowly flickered out, leaving a mushroom-shaped cloud of smoke, and a single crater at least half a mile in depth, the sides of which sharply dropped into the darkness below.
"Good!" Marisa said, patting her hat cheerfully. "I was almost worried I'd lost this. Well, it looks like that's done, anyway. You wanna help everyone else clean up, or should we just watch the fireworks and get ready for the big battle after this sideshow?"
Alice grinned and replied with a cheerful laugh.
"Playing was fun, but let's stay up here now! Flying is fun too!" She gazed downward enviously, and added an afterthought. "I wish I could fly too."
"Well, where I come from, everybody can fly. I'll see if I can't teach you how someday. How does that sound?" Alice replied with an enthusiastic nod, and Marisa just gave a cheerful laugh before turning her attention back to the battle below. "Well then, let's get a good view," She said, and began angling the broomstick to move. Their part in the battle was done, true, but it was far from over yet, for even with his most powerful servant felled, Jericho himself yet lived.
But, Marisa had a feeling that a certain assassin who didn't like things not to go his way was going to correct that issue soon enough...
0/18/16 kills.
Alice summoned her cards again. This time they didn’t simply blink to attack and vanish: all four of the attackers stood completely material and charged to face Mastimas. I need to get close. Next time I’ll not blast an arm’s length away… I’ll make sure to blow him from inside! Stupid giant.
Jericho was smart enough to have his ghosts avoid her, in that sense she was clear to fight, but he did something else too. The Gengars could attack from a distance and where hovering around the battlefield, just outside easy reach. She couldn’t absorb them without getting close, or getting rid of their master first, and they started providing cover for Mastimas. Not that the hulking creature needed it, the cards had little effect.
“Whaaat?” Alice didn’t know how to react, she kept hitting him with the cards' spears, but he seemed to just shrug off the damage. Whenever he aimed at a card, she had that one card quickly vanish and another to attack him from behind. This kept him busy enough to not charge her, but slowly he was drawing near… If she let him set the pace, he could just dive through the cards and she wouldn’t have time to cast anything. She had to take the initiative, but how?
The Gengar’s attacks now forced her into a stalemate, having the Jack of Hearts shielding her meant she couldn’t advance, and waiting would only make things worse. I… Uncle Nebiros’ spell… I’ll just kill him now! If he doesn’t die I’ll kill him again! And then again! It was a simple plan… The cards could not overpower him, his defense was too strong. Even if the spell couldn’t kill him outright, she could repeat it, if it didn’t work, she would do it again! There was no time to wait.
“MEG-“ She started screaming, but stopped surprised: Marisa had come to help her fight!
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Given the rather battered appearance of the Witch, one probably wouldn't have expected her to recover as quickly as she did. But, if there was one thing Marisa Kirisame was very, very experienced at, it was withstanding massive surges of power streaming through her body. Between the Mini-Hakkero's influence and the number of times she'd been blown up before, it was a given. The fact that the energy she had channeled just now was from none other than her master, whose soul was a near perfect match to Marisa's own, just made things simpler.
Normally, Marisa would have headed straight for the necromancer and eliminated him as quickly as possible. That was how one resolved an incident, after all: by defeating its source. However, one did not face the final boss before his - or, more commonly, her - right hand servant, and by the look of things, that giant he had summoned was giving someone else trouble, also. The puppetmaster Alice had summoned her familiars, and looked to be launching a furious assault, with cards darting all around the beast and striking from all sides. A blow descended upon the back of the beast's neck, but a swipe of its hand quickly batted this stroke aside, and the card which had dealt the attack was nearly sent flying, forced quickly into retreat. A second powerful stroke forced the other three cards back, and the giant braced itself for what was obviously a lunge. Its target was none other than the young magician herself, who seemed to be cornered behind her main familiar by a storm of magic from the ghostly familiars of the necromancer, unable to move lest she be blown to bits. The card seemed to be sustaining slight damage, as well, for even though it batted aside shower after shower of dark energy, it was slowly giving ground. Either way, it was clear that dodging wasn't an option, and with her cards off balance, the girl rose and seemed to be resorting to some kind of spell, probably a bomb of sorts to escape. But even if she did release a powerful spell to escape the incoming charge of the giant, that would only be a temporary solution. Her cards still wouldn't be able to strike home, and she'd still be pinned down! It would only be a matter of time before she was finished off permanently.
Well, then. Marisa would just have to make sure that didn't happen. Rising into the air once more on her broomstick, she powered her magic up, and then launched.
"In~coming~!" She declared loudly in a sing-song tone as she came streaking into the midst of the battle like a blazing comet. The giant paused, seeing this new opponent, and instead of attacking Alice, acted just as Marisa had predicted and aimed a powerful right hook at her. The thing's fist was probably bigger than her head, and she had little doubt that such an impact would kill her. But, she wasn't worried. After all, she'd already risen to a standing position and flipped into the air by the time the giant had launched his attack, flipping her broom upward as well with the momentum of her launch! Catching it in mid-air, she instantly summoned four of the same multicolored Orrieres orbs she had used during the previous engagement in a diamond shape around its base. Although their power was much less radiant than it had been then, the energy that now surrounded the descending broomstick was still nothing to be trifled with. Marisa was sure of it! She had seen this beast's aura and analyzed it, and knew for a fact that this blow would surely break through! The rainbow-colored blade of power that now adorned the end of her broomstick flashed brightly through the sky as she swung it downward like a gigantic sword, giving a wordless battle cry as it fell like the hammer of judgement from a clouded heaven. It collided with the aura of dark power around the beast, and for an instant, black and white were painted through the canyon as the two rival magics clashed fiercely, a spiritual battle to match the physical engagement that now took place. Then, in the next moment, the darkness gave way, and the radiant starlight magic of the magician forced its way through.
Then, with a metallic clang, the Starlight Blade struck the beast's crossed arms, and stopped short of its head instantly.
Marisa was forced back by the sheer backlash of the impact. Impossible! She'd struck such a blow, and her magic hadn't even made a dent?! Just what was this thing made of?! Now she was angry! With the fire of rage burning in her already determined amber eyes, she gave another cry, and swung in from the side, aiming for a decapitation if she couldn't simply burn up the thing's head in her first attack.
Her blade grazed along the beast's swiftly raised right arm, and was knocked upward as it tilted to the left, evading her stroke completely. It remained without so much as a scratch.
"Why you-!" Marisa growled, raising the broomstick-mounted blade over her head once again and striking.
Again the beast evaded, and Marisa gritted her teeth in a ferocious scowl. What followed was a flurry of blows, too fast to be followed, and a responding blur of blocks and parries that turned aside each and every blow. As a cascade of light rained down, seeming more like a thousand blades than one, the giant moved like lightning, deflecting first one blow, then the next. Even as the sheer force of each impact slowly crushed and shattered the ground beneath the diamond giant's feet, forcing it ever-downward into an expanding pit beneath it with each swing of the witch's ridiculous sword, it still did not so much as move from where it stood, sustaining nary a scratch despite the number of times Marisa's blows had been turned aside with its forearms.
Marisa gave a wordless cry of fury, and redoubled her efforts. In an instant, the Mini-Hakkero had flown from her grip and affixed itself to the opposite end of the broom, and, adjusting her grip accordingly, Marisa twirled the now doubled-bladed weapon over her head, its gigantic energy blades reaching from the mountain at the end of the quarry all the way to the forest on the opposite side, and beyond. Stones tumbled from their place as the absurd sword of starlight cut the top of the mountain clean from its place, and countless trees were overturned in an instant, severed from their roots by the spinning blades of rainbow light, sending those slaves brave enough to watch the unfolding battle running for their lives as the woods began to fall near them.
"Let's see you block this!" Marisa cried triumphantly, bringing down both blades again and again. If her blows before had been like rain, then this was an absolute tempest, with thunderclaps falling left and right upon the head of the giant over whom Marisa now flew. The ground around him was cut apart, sending rubble flying in all directions as the blades were turned away flawlessly, even at this speed! Cutting through the very Earth, they were instantly ripped forth again and sent plummeting at their target yet again.
"Bakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabakabaka bakashikigami!" Marisa yelled, her ridiculously fast stream of repeated insults punctuating the equally quick storm of attacks she launched. "WHY DON'T YOU JUST TAKE A HIT ALREADYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!" She cried out at last with frustration, turning both her Solar System and Mini-Hakkero to abruptly angle both blades inward, aiming to catch the giant in a pincer and bisect it at the waist.
As if to answer her, the giant abruptly caught both blades of her ridiculously oversized sword, and crushed them within the palms of his hands as though destroying some noisome insect. A cloud of dark energy instantly engulfed the rainbow light of the twin swords, extinguishing their radiance in an instant, and sending Marisa hurtling backward.
But, the Witch was far from done trying. Not one for giving up, she instantly brought her broom beneath her, halting her flight mid air, and, catching the Mini-Hakkero in her hand, quickly oriented the Orrieres orbs to launch forward just as the giant began rising to its feet and trying to climb out of the crater. Placing the Solar System in orbit around her target, she smirked, commencing a bombardment of omnidirectional, high-speed magical bullets from all sides while beginning to chant the first real spell she'd ever learned from her master. The giant hissed and crouched once again, the bullets striking its hide and defensive aura and rebounding away, but Marisa had predicted this, and in an instant, had established a bounded space linked together by the orbiting magical field, which in turn replenished the energy of the deflected bullets and sent them flying right back. Soon, the entire area around the giant was a single storm of condensed magic, hurtling every which way as bullets collided with both each other and their target, exploding in showers of starlight in a rainbow vortex of light that expanded throughout the crater and the field that surrounded it. And yet, at its center was a darkness so black that it could be seen, even through the luminosity surrounding it. The giant was still there, and unharmed.
"Stardust Reverie!" Marisa finished, firing her spell directly at her target. Countless stars of light rained down upon the already vast explosion, passing effortlessly through the field and releasing divine catastrophe on the beast at their epicenter. Then, Marisa snapped her fingers, and at once, all four orbs closed in abruptly, the bounded field they formed the edges of collapsing along with them, until the giant was trapped within a single pillar of blinding radiance, the ground around him shattering upward and scattering into dust. The darkness at the heart of the field was drowned out by starlight, and faded away. Marisa smirked triumphantly.
"Take that, my own personal Orrieres Starlight Cage - patent pending - an inescapable ritual space of absolute magic! Let's see you get out of that without a scratch!" She laughed raucously from where she hovered over the chaos, and gave a mocking grin at the vast crater beneath her.
Then, the smoke cleared, the barrier shattered, the orbs went flying in all directions, the darkness returned, and the gigantic familiar emerged completely unscathed.
Marisa gave a wordless howl of fury that rang out for miles, echoing back at least eight times before its sound finally died out.
"Okay. That's it. I quit," Marisa sighed at last, throwing up her hands as she slowly descended to the ground, landing alongside Alice and taking cover behind her orbs as well as the puppetmaster's familiar, reinforcing the girl's defenses with her own magic, creating another bounded field with her orbs while she quickly spoke in a rather resigned tone to her equally unsuccessful teammate.
"Keeping him in that crater is officially your problem. I'll get rid of those annoying ghosts over there-" Marisa gestured at this point to the familiars which had been keeping up a steady bombardment on the space the two of them occupied for quite some time now. "-so you can worry about the big guy. Once those nuisances are out the way, I'll deal with this problem the same way I deal with everything else!"
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BGM: Shin Megami Tensei - Imagine Online ~ Alice's Theme
Marisa had just landed beside her. The bombarding by the Gengars was heavier and heavier and Mastimas would soon recover his balance and dive for them. But somehow, the Jack of Hearts wasn’t being pushed back by the shots anymore.She can make my friends stronger? How does she do that?
"Keeping him in that crater is officially your problem. I'll get rid of those annoying ghosts over there, so you can worry about the big guy. Once those nuisances are out the way, I'll deal with this problem the same way I deal with everything else!" Marisa started giving directions about what Alice should do.
“Ok.” Alice was too surprised to actually think about something to say as Marisa explained the plan. She gave her the 4 spheres that usually spun around the broom, they would now float around Alice to make her cards a bit stronger. Does that work..? These… Orrieres something? She didn’t ask, clearly her card protecting them was stronger even now. Marisa was ready to jump into the air again.
“Wait! You said you’ll do it the same way you do everything else… What do you mean?” Alice asked quickly.
“How do you think?! I’ll fire a bigger laser at him this time! Now get going!” Marisa replied promptly jumping into the air and yelling at the ghosts “Hey you, over here!”
Alice had to do her part, as the bombarding began to fade she could move a little bit faster. She summoned her cards once again. Mastimas was already climbing out of the crater, but this time he could not ignore the card knights.
The cards would not kill him, but the blows that once barely scratched him, now started to crack his diamond skin. Shallow damage, but damage nonetheless, the witch’s plan was working, she could slow him down. With each blow the cards forced Mastimas to attack them, Alice had to pay attention or she would lose her cards, but as long as she could focus on them, she was able to make them vanish in time to avoid being destroyed and reappear again do poke the monster. She was moving slowly, but surely this time she would get the initiative to attack him.
Step by step Alice made her way to the edge of the crater, the cards were still losing slowly, but the giant was right where he was supposed to stay. A sudden explosion from overhead told Alice that Marisa had begun her light show, which meant Alice just had to wait for Marisa’s signal now. Stupid giant! This time I’ll kill you and you’ll die!
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BGM: Strawberry Crisis!!
Marisa grinned over her shoulder, watching as the group of ghosts that had previously been assailing Alice quickly turned their attention to her. Her very first act had been to fly right over their heads, dropping two magical potions in their midst and causing an explosion that had disintegrated three of the Gengars, but the rest had managed to move in time to escape, for the most part, unharmed. But, she'd gotten their attention, and that was what counted.
The yells of several Haunters snapped the witch back to attention, and a storm of purple light quickly erupted beneath her as her opponents swiftly re-targeted and commenced their bombardment anew. Marisa expertly rolled her broom to the left with one hand, holding onto her hat with the other to keep it from falling from her head. It wouldn't do to lose her trademark accessory in the engagement before a powerful attack. If it fell off now, it would probably end up disintegrated later, and replacing it would be hard in another world, so clearly, protecting her fabulous hat was to be one of her top priorities.
As the barrage blew through where she had just been, however, she gave another hasty glance over her shoulder, and noted something which surprised, excited, and delighted her, for rising into the air behind her was a group of Haunters, carrying in their talons the Gengars that now fired upon her. As she veered sharply upward to escape a shower of magic, she swiftly came about and brought the Hakkero to bear.
It had been too long since she'd had a good dogfight! While they might not have been as fun as the Fairies in the Bamboo Forest or the Earth Rabbits of Eientei, these ghosts were still engaging her in the art she was best at: a high-flying competition of danmaku! And if they were the ones challenging her, then she'd gladly accept. But better still was the fact that, this time, she didn't have to hold anything back for the sake of safety or fairness.
A storm of azure light rained downward upon the enemy attack squadron, at least matching the intensity of their own fierce assault, if not surpassing it. And she was just getting warmed up! As a Haunter veered left, nearly dropping its passenger in surprise, Marisa quickly retargeted and fired off a three-pronged laser attack. The spirit attempted to evade, but found itself overextended as it, panicked, veered straight into the third beam, and exploded along with the Gengar it carried in a shower of starlight.
But there were still at least eight more of the Haunters incoming. While she'd ceased firing so as to eliminate one, the others had risen to her own altitude, and, spreading out so as not to be easily struck, immediately began firing once again, the Haunters now joining in with their own blackish orbs of power to support the lances of purple energy thrown by the Gengars. Ducking her head, the witch expertly darted between several of the incoming attacks, narrowly escaping any direct hits by grazing all of them and absorbing their energy to supplement her own magic. At the same time, she raised her hand and, sweeping it across the air as she fired, released a three-layered half-circle of magic bullets, then scattered them outward before compressing them inward again. The ghosts, moving forward to enter the obvious gaps in the attack pattern at the center, found themselves suddenly flanked and trapped within a tight space, with bullets walling them in on all sides. One went down right away, while two others were felled by the incoming attack. Those at the very center, however, were unharmed, and immediately, the remaining five Haunters darted to a safe distance as fast as they could, and resumed their bombardment anew. It looked like the one controlling them had decided to up the ante, for this time, the scale and speed of the attacks was much larger than before, creating a curtain of magic that was doubtless meant to prevent Marisa from eliminating the retreating spirits. At the same moment, at least a half-dozen more Haunters - these not bothering to carry any Gengars with them - swiftly rose to form a phalanx between Marisa and the fleeing squadron. It was a solid plan. The Gengars, few in number, were probably a valuable resource, considering their firepower. Protecting them was obviously a high priority, while the Haunters were fast, dangerous in close quarters areas such as the inside of a cloud of lethal magic bullets, and numerous, thus making them ultimately expendable. But, it was a plan Marisa would have no problems dealing with.
It would have been simple to just raise the Hakkero, chant her favorite spell, and obliterate the enemy with a storm of genocidal love. But that would be time and energy consuming, and, ultimately, wasteful. There was an enemy who needed a good Sparking anyway, so using up the necessary magic power now would just make things harder in the long run.
And, besides, this looked like it could be fun!
Kicking the common sense that told one to run away from a hailstorm of incoming bullets to the curb, Marisa braced herself low on her broom, and launched forward, directly into the maelstrom of magic that now surrounded her on all sides. There was no place for reason in Gensokyo, the land where logic did not exist, and therefore, in a battle of magic of the same type as was fought beyond the Hakurei Barrier, common sense was also unneeded!
Marisa shot forward like a rocket, darting into a gap between several bullets in the outermost layer, then swerved right just in time to avoid a crossfire that had probably been launched, predicting her response. This necromancer, she mused, wouldn't have been half bad at danmaku, had he been born in Gensokyo. His strategy - using expendable familiars as cheap, powerful fire teams - had certainly been used before by others, and fighting his expertly controlled minions brought back memories of a certain puppetmaster who had always favored much the same technique. Actually, this bullet pattern was quite similar to several of her own favorites: a multi-ringed storm of magic which rotated in countless different directions throughout each layer, creating a crossfire that made it difficult, if not outright impossible, to escape. But, effective though the technique was, Marisa had faced this exact sort of spell far too many times to be fooled by it! She could navigate such a predictable current with her eyes closed by now!
Up, then up again, followed by a sharp drop downward as another volley swept through her position, which quickly turned into a downward roll that was perfectly timed to dart left, then right, then left again to masterfully escape the encircling snare the spirits had set for her. As she veered right a final time, she found herself right where she wanted to be: right at the eye of the storm, where the Haunter group awaited her and where the bullets were much thinner so as not to strike the ghosts lying in ambush. As they gave triumphant cries and dived, Marisa merely smiled all the more happily, and leaped upward from her broom, taking its haft in her hand as she did so and sweeping it upward to deflect a claw strike from the first assailant before bashing its face in with brute force, sending it spiraling away and into two of its comrades. The trio flew backward with surprising speed, right into the vortex of magic all around them, where they were instantly consumed.
Marisa, meanwhile, now took her broom in both hands and swung herself over it, launching it up into the air and herself straight downward as she raised her Mini-Hakkero, firing off a storm of energy that obliterated two more targets who, caught between their allies' relentless assault and the swiftly approaching spread of starlight, were unable to evade in time.
The last Haunter gave a vengeful cry and dropped right behind her, bringing its razor-sharp claws to bear, but Marisa was prepared for this, also, and swiftly kicked out with both her feet, deflecting herself out of the ghost's path just in time to catch her falling broom, and, hanging from it, to deflect the flurry of blows that followed, the impact of which allowed her to once more vault over her broom while the spirit was knocked off balance, to flip over in mid air, and to bring down her left foot, upon which now rested the Mini-Hakkero, in a magically amplified drive kick directly into the ghost's skull, shattering it like glass in a roaring explosion of countless colors. Then, in an instant, she was back on her broom again, and, kicking the reactor carelessly up into her extended hand, she adjusted her hat and took off after the retreating ghosts.
They began to fire even faster now, resembling now a spellcard more than they did any ordinary attack, but this did not cause the witch any distress, for, in his haste, the necromancer forgot to even change the general pattern of his assault! A swipe inward from the left, followed by a sharply descending band of bullets, were quite easy to predict and evade, and the following twin streams of bullets from either side, closing in to form a last-ditch pincer attack, was so ill-timed that the witch could easily dart downward and escape unscathed. As the five Haunters swiftly regrouped after splitting to form the attack, they found themselves suddenly caught within a bounded field, countless arcane symbols and diagrams appearing all around them to form a cubic cage that prevented them from escaping either up or down, and limited their dodging area on either side. This was the sort of field that automatically triggered at the beginning of a danmaku dogfight, meaning Marisa, who was also restricted by its boundaries, was already used to it. The spirits, on the other hand...
Marisa grinned as they panicked, ignoring her in frenzied attempts to batter down the prison that entrapped them, giving her time to finish an incantation she'd begun muttering under her breath before she'd even arrived in close enough range to execute her trap. It was useless. They could never hope to escape in time, and in their terror, they'd even positioned themselves in the worst possible location to withstand her attack. Out of habit, she called the name of the spell as she completed it, and, as seven circles of starlight appeared around her, seven different colors of magic took the form of an uncountable number of projectiles, and spiraled outward in all directions. In an instant, the edges of the bounded field were filled with a kaleidoscope of stars, the only space not occupied by this awe-inspiring magic being that area around Marisa herself. The spirits, realizing they were completely trapped, tried in vain to run, but they'd placed themselves into a corner in their foolish attempt to escape.
"Magic Sign ~ Stardust Reverie," Marisa said decisively.
Then, the spirits screamed, and all of them, without exception, disappeared into the rainbow of light as the bounded field collapsed around them, releasing the starlight shower in all directions as it scattered into dust and was blown off on the wind. But Marisa spent no time staring at the results of her spell. She already knew what they would be: complete and total victory. The duel was over. She had won this stage, at least.
But, at the end of every stage of an incident, there was always a boss: an enemy to defeat. And this time, there was no exception. The implacable giant beneath her still stood, engaged in battle with the puppets she had strengthened with her magic. They were barely holding their ground, but they were breaking through, bit by bit. The anti-magical bounded field the familiar had possessed before had been broken, and his diamond skin was beginning to crack. As he was now, he couldn't hope to withstand the arcane finale the witch and her compatriot had prepared for him.
In an instant she was off, turning her flight back towards the battlefield and chanting a spell as she approached. By the time she'd finished it, however, her thoughts were elsewhere.
"I pledge myself to conquer all the foes who stand, before the mighty gift bestowed in my unworthy hand- or however it goes. Heh. I wish. Why is it all of my best spells have to have incantations in dead languages? It's just so boring to say 'Abra Cadabra' and all that. Maybe I should make new words of power for all the spells I modify so I can rattle off impressive sounding rhymes like some sort of anime heroine?" Marisa mumbled to herself under her breath. After watching some anime videos that Rinnosuke had somehow gotten from across the boundary, she'd felt a little envious of the fact that all of the magicians in them got really cool sounding spells that didn't sacrifice any of the destructive power of high-level magic. But, come to think of it, she realized that there was another solution to her problem. That god had said that all worlds of fiction were a reality somewhere, right? In that case... Marisa had a lot of stealing- er, borrowing without permission - no, scratch that, copying - ahead of her.
But, she supposed, she'd have to worry about stealing all of the most powerful spells in all of the multiverse later. She had a job to do right now, which meant "Love Sign ~ Dragon Slave" and "Loving Heart ~ Starlight Breaker" would just have to wait. She sighed, and finished chanting her spell, observing with content, if not her usual joy, the light already shimmering around the Mini-Hakkero as she commenced her attack run. Even the storm of bullets shooting up at her from the ground, forcing her to at least dodge a little, did nothing to improve her mood, making her wonder if that bridge-Youkai from the underground was somehow influencing her from across reality. Feeling envious wasn't like her at all, especially when she had things to blow up.
Ah, yes. Things to blow up. That would improve her mood for sure, she thought, and so she readied the Hakkero, and called out to the puppetmaster below her.
"Alrighty~, Alice! Let him have it!" She called, her usual good cheer returning to her voice as she prepared her own spell to attack. Just a little further, and she'd be in range!
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BGM - Ultimate Truth
"Alrighty~, Alice! Let him have it!"
There was the signal. The shower of energy bullets from the Gengars had stopped. It was now time to carry out the plan. Alice could run again.
Hold him inside the crater. When I’m done with the cannon fodder, you hit him as hard as you can and get the hell away so I can wipe him off the face of the planet. Simple plan, got it? She remembered the plan. It was time to play her part.
She was now running around the edge of the crater, Mastimas still fighting her cards. If she stopped them to cast her spell, he would be able to jump out before Marisa could attack, but if she cast it now her friends would be destroyed with the Giant. Then what can I do?
She found herself smiling again. She hated the giant, that she had to play with him was a disaster. That he stood between her and the necromancer she wanted to kill was enraging. He had nothing to do with her, he was bothering her. But still, she was smiling.
The plan! She realized suddenly. It was Marisa’s help. Marisa’s plan. She wasn’t playing with the giant anymore. He was a toy, a doll. She was using him to play with Marisa! That’s what made her happy! She started laughing loudly.
I’m not losing to Marisa! She began to run faster, she wanted to stay behind Mastimas if at all possible, but the monster wasn’t making it easy. She had to force him to stand still.A spell could do it. But it would be useless, she knew she couldn’t aim correctly while running and he already survived a near, but not quite centered on him, blast, so this time she had to make sure she would hit him with the full blast of her spell. It’s… Risky… But, I won’t lose to Marisa!
Summoning the Jack of Hearts once again Alice stopped running. The card jumped into the crater to stand right in front of the giant and locked onto his torso, holding him in place. The sheer force of Mastimas’ counter blow nearly shredding the card. But fulfilling it’s role as a shield and thanks to Marisa’s enhancement, the Jack of Hearts survived the first strike. Mastimas was already preparing a second punch, but the time he had ignored the other four cards was enough.
Alice was trembling already when the Jack of Hearts descended into the pit, but she couldn’t distract herself. She commanded the four attackers to step back and lunge with everything they had at the creature’s legs. Her own powers along with Marisa’s magic could damage him somewhat, so this could work. If it didn’t her cards would be destroyed. She couldn’t distract herself!
The lunge worked, if only barely. The enhanced spears managed to pierce his legs making him fall to his knees. He wasn’t pinned down, but this was better than nothing. “MARISA! YOUR ORB THINGS!" She screamed, releasing the Orrieres Solar System back to the witch, she couldn’t have her power split at this crucial moment. Alice recalled her cards. It was the right moment.
“Megi- no…” She paused for a single instant. How do you think?! I’ll fire a bigger laser at him this time! Marisa’s words came back to her mind. Bigger? There was no real time to think. But, she wouldn’t lose to Marisa. She was too close to the blast, but, she couldn’t lose to Marisa!
Summoning her five cards again, this time to wrap around her as a single shield, she uttered her spell at the monster. They were both immobile, she could not miss her target. And this time it was her best spell. Then I’ll use a bigger laser too!.
“Megidolaon!” From directly beneath the giant, a single point of white light began to spin and exploded in a blast bigger than the one that made the crater in the first place. Mastimas exactly at it’s center.
The explosion flung Alice into the air, her cards vanishing again after protecting her from the Almighty damage by sharing the burst amongst themselves. It was a small price to pay for keeping their master alive. Alice had done her part, it was up to Marisa now.
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BGM: Plastic Mind
Even as her ally on the ground closed in on the crater to deal her part of the pincer attack, Marisa came ever closer to her target. Jericho seemed to realize Marisa's intent - not a very difficult achievement, considering the amount of magic the Witch was leaking at the moment in preparation for her finisher - and quickly repositioned the remaining Haunters and Gengars to stop her. The clawed spirits rose up before her, while the ranged attackers on the ground opened fire with everything they had, creating several weapons and launching them along with their ordinary magic lances. A dark cloud streaked with purple and blue rose up into the air before arcing downward and descending upon Marisa in an unbelievable rain of projectiles.
That is, unbelievable to an ordinary person. Marisa, while she was an ordinary magician, also happened to be from Gensokyo. Hah! Such a low-level barrage was less difficult than what she faced to go shopping on Tuesdays!
Weaving expertly in and out of the attack pattern, Marisa did not so much as slow down even as she rose to stand atop her broom. No, on the contrary, she actually sped up, moving ever faster and faster until she was naught but a starlit comet streaking across the sky, blurring through the enemy bombardment as though it was but a drizzling rain or a transient mist across her path. The Haunters screamed and dived to stop her, but a shout from below told Marisa she wouldn't have to worry on that count, either, for the instant Alice's words reached her ears, the Orrieres Solar Orbs were already on their way toward their master. The Haunters came within inches of striking her, but at the last second, all four of the wave sent to hinder her progress were struck from the side by the incoming spheres, and were scattered into dust even before they fell backward into their allies' attacks. The orbs, meanwhile, swiftly resumed their orbit around their master.
Marisa's power levels had spiked. As it was, her magic would probably have been capable of leveling a small city. But that wasn't enough. That creature down there had insulted her, taunting the power of her spells and danmaku by shrugging them off as though they had no effect. Marisa wasn't just going to kill him. She was going to obliterate him, and remove every trace of his existence from the face of the universe, along with a good chunk of the ground upon which he had tread! Thus, working quickly as she made her final approach, she directed the orbs to surrender the energy they had left, each one orbiting in turn into the Mini-Hakkero held in her upraised hand, and fading into it, causing its rainbow gleam to intensify to the point where the sheer, condensed light radiating from the reactor in her grasp was blinding to look at, as though a star had appeared above the earth.
She was almost there now. A flash of light from below turned swiftly into a devastating storm, telling her Alice had already made her move. There was no time to waste then! Twenty meters to go, and the enemies had pulled out all the stops. Haunters came screaming in at her from all sides, Gengars fired off every last weapon at their disposal in an desperate attempt to stop her. But Marisa did not stop. Left, right, down, left, up, Marisa escaped time and time again, often by mere centimeters, luring three Haunters to their deaths as they collided with the aimlessly thrown projectiles of their comrades, and escaping those she couldn't kill in time. The light, both that in her hand and the pillar shining up from below, had grown brighter, and she had almost reached her goal! Ten meters, now five remained. She raised her hand and took aim as a last storm of bullets fell around her harmlessly. Then, she cried two words, and released every last bit of the energy she had gathered.
"Master.... SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!"
As Alice's attack on the ground reached its climax, a gargantuan storm of light erupted in the sky above. It was as though a thousand stars had been called forth in one spot, as though the heavens themselves had been torn asunder and the radiance of every sun, every nebula, every supernova, and every galaxy had been condensed into a single point of absolute color, with every single shade and hue combining into an indescribable typhoon of pure luminescence. And then, all of this light aligned itself towards its target, and came crashing down all at once.
Had the power of that ultimate spell not been condensed into a single, concentrated stream, it would have, without a doubt, disintegrated each and every one of the combatants below, even those Marisa was now in an uneasy alliance with. Even still, however, as the ground below was turned to glass by the sheer heat of the attack, the tremendous shockwave of the indescribably destructive blast would probably have been enough to send all of those fighting below stumbling for a footing, or even flying off their feet, indiscriminately. It was fortunate, then, that all rubble picked up by the blast was instantaneously vaporized by its heat, or else even those Marisa intended to assist likely would have been crushed to death beneath the vast strips of land that rose like a raging ocean and were scattered to the winds in the form of a very fine ash.
The darkness at the heart of the combined attack was entirely consumed, and flickered out.
Marisa hovered over the explosion, giving a laugh of glee at the mayhem that met her eyes. Those Gengars who had fired upon her had been close enough to the blast to be annihilated, and the Haunters surrounding her had been sent flying so far by the shockwave caused just by her firing off the attack that it would surely take them time to recover. That would give her enough time to recharge the Hakkero, so, she figured, why not take a break and enjoy the little things that made life worth living? The screams of ones enemies as they roasted in starfire, the beautiful landscape before one's eyes as it melted into dust, and the light of one's favorite attack spell as it obliterated everything in its path. Yep! This was the good life, alright!
Marisa was snapped out of her reverie, however, by the realization that a small, dark shape had just emerged from the edge of the blast radius. At first, she feared that Mastimas might have somehow done the impossible and survived, but a moment's attention quickly told the Witch that this was not the case. That shape was tiny, like a ragdoll buffeted on the gale she had just unleashed... it could only be Alice!
Don't tell me... she didn't get out in time?! Marisa thought. In an instant, she had swung herself back into a seated position on her broom, and, turning its head straight down, entered a high speed dive. The wind screamed around her as she fell, one hand on her broom and the other on her hat, skirting along the edge of the vast pillar of energy that still raged throughout the air and growing ever closer to the dark form that had now cleared the explosion and was flying away from it. If this had been the Alice she knew, she could have simply righted herself in mid air. But this wasn't Gensokyo, and without wings, this girl wouldn't be able to fly, magician though she might be. As fast as she was being carried by the aftershock of the blast, Marisa didn't doubt that she'd end up as a little red spot on the rocks somewhere.
And so, the Witch accelerated, pushing her flight to its limits and using the remaining power of her magic to form a sort of rocket at the end of her broom, sending her streaking across the sky, leaving a trail of stars behind her. With each passing second, she grew closer to Alice, but Alice grew closer to a fatal crash landing. Instants bled together as time seemed to slow. She was almost within reach! Just a little closer, and she could...! Glancing ahead, however, Marisa saw what she dreaded. In the blink of an eye, Alice would strike against the foot of the mountain, and would surely be dashed to pieces. The cards that had shielded her from the initial explosion had faded away, leaving her unprotected. If Marisa couldn't catch her now, then...
No. She was not letting anyone die. It didn't matter that she was out of Marisa's reach. It didn't matter that she had no chance of surviving the impact. It didn't matter that she was already pushing her broom's speed to its limits. Before her resolve, nothing, even the impossible, could not be accomplished. She had proven that time and time again, so why was she faltering now! Even if she couldn't accelerate any more... she would just have to go faster!
It was at that moment that Marisa Kirisame let go of her hat and broom, and leaped into the air. A cascade of golden locks trailed out like some sort of angelic halo behind her as the oversized pointed cap she had worn was immediately taken by the wind and blown far, far away. Her broom abruptly stopped accelerating, and, streaking into the rocks, was deflected upward, spiraling into the air and out of sight, taking the Mini-Hakkero with it. But Marisa, despite the fact that she had been deprived of the instrument she seemingly used for flight, stayed airborne. No, in fact, she was going faster than ever! Streaking alongside her target, Marisa spread her now freed arms and, catching hold of the young magician, quickly snatched her up and, at the last minute, directed herself upward with all the force her depleted magic could muster.
And then, with so little space to spare that Marisa could feel her hair brushing across the rocks below, the Witch and her charge abruptly shot upward, missing certain doom literally by a hair's breadth. Then slowly, they rose, and leveled out, coming to a stop some distance above the battlefield. Marisa hovered in the air, flying on her own power even without her broom's assistance, and safely holding the form of her ally.
"Hey. You okay?" She asked cheerily. The young magician only nodded, but Marisa was amazed just by that much. She had been within that Spark's blast radius, and she was still conscious? Hell, Marisa was more than a little surprised she was even alive. Even without the assistance of Marisa's ritual, her cards had been strong enough to repel firepower of that magnitude? Marisa gave the girl a rather impressed grin, and continued.
"Glad to hear it. You had me worried there, for a minute." Worried was an understatement. Marisa still couldn't understand it. Had it really been necessary to close to a distance where she couldn't escape in time? What had Alice been thinking?
Alice smiled slightly back at her, and asked a single question which in turn answered all of Marisa's own.
"Was my laser... 'bigger' enough?"
Marisa's eyes widened, and she gave an approving grin. She had no doubt about it anymore. This girl was a magician in the same way that she was. True, she didn't use Danmaku, and her magic was of a different type than Marisa had ever recalled seeing before. But, on the other hand, the two of them obeyed the same code, the three ground rules that all true magicians of Gensokyo all agreed upon.
"Bigger really is better. The more things blow up in your attack, the better. The more creative the way in which you cause said destruction, the better. Let's see them survive the force of a supernova condensed into a bounded field and dropped on their head!" Yes, that last part really was part of the rules. Yes, it had been done before. Yes, it had been Marisa who did it, and yes, it had worked exactly as expected.
Marisa grinned, and gave Alice a proud thumbs up. "On a scale from Nineball to Phantasm, I rate it 1.5 Hell Ravens. You'd fit right in with the magicians from my world! I think you could easily be the third-strongest in Gensokyo." She affirmed proudly. Of course, given her own introduction, that meant she still maintained her own position, but that was probably more out of custom than intentional pride. Alice had managed to do a rare thing: she had created an explosion that impressed Marisa Kirisame, master of all things explody.
"Well," The Puppetmaster replied proudly. "It was my spell that killed him anyway, so of course it was bigger enough."
"Oh?" Marisa asked, raising an eyebrow with a competitive grin. "Unless you can prove that with his body turned to dust as it is, I'm afraid that's a claim you can't back u- Oh, hey!" Marisa's expression and tone abruptly changed as she reached out and caught a falling black object just as it was about to pass her. Dusting it off, Marisa quickly donned her hat once more, and, reaching out, called her broom to herself. She'd placed some of her own power in the Hakkero before abandoning it, so finding it and summoning it was a fairly simple feat, and within a moment, she and her comrade were seated fairly comfortably on the floating cleaning appliance, watching as the pillar of rainbow light finally died out, fading to a single sliver of silver that slowly flickered out, leaving a mushroom-shaped cloud of smoke, and a single crater at least half a mile in depth, the sides of which sharply dropped into the darkness below.
"Good!" Marisa said, patting her hat cheerfully. "I was almost worried I'd lost this. Well, it looks like that's done, anyway. You wanna help everyone else clean up, or should we just watch the fireworks and get ready for the big battle after this sideshow?"
Alice grinned and replied with a cheerful laugh.
"Playing was fun, but let's stay up here now! Flying is fun too!" She gazed downward enviously, and added an afterthought. "I wish I could fly too."
"Well, where I come from, everybody can fly. I'll see if I can't teach you how someday. How does that sound?" Alice replied with an enthusiastic nod, and Marisa just gave a cheerful laugh before turning her attention back to the battle below. "Well then, let's get a good view," She said, and began angling the broomstick to move. Their part in the battle was done, true, but it was far from over yet, for even with his most powerful servant felled, Jericho himself yet lived.
But, Marisa had a feeling that a certain assassin who didn't like things not to go his way was going to correct that issue soon enough...
0/18/16 kills.
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Re: RPG
by Victin on Thu Oct 25, 2012 7:15 pm
Cain started to open his eyes. He saw someone fighting, but he didn't see what it was fighting. He started to stand up, and it was hard. Only his left leg wasn't heavily injuried by the last attack he took. How did he even get these injuries? Oh, yeah. He saved the Archer from an incoming attack. It was the Archer, wasn't it? Oh, yeah, here she i-AAAAHHHTIIISSSSDDDIIIZZ!? He noted a few creatures made of darkness, fighting with one made of orange. Oh, they are just Ghosts. I thought they were something scary. Anyway, it's better for me to start fighting them. He tried to move, but his body hurt. He took a deep breath, and got ready to start moving.
Maggy, decided to start attacking. She chose the orange ghost to be her first target. On the other hand, that ghost was defending her. She was in doubt. What should she do? She started to attack the dark Ghosts. The Ghost seemed surprised Maggy had waken up. More than that, happy.
The battle was very nearly theirs. Even weakened, the Orange Ghost would protect her - It's a friendly ghost. It must be Casper! - from the incoming blasts with others, and it would shoot nonstop, always charging a new attack. Just when the last few creatures were about to be taken down and the Orange Ghost's last bit of energy was almost spent, the foes retreated. The remaining orbs of energy disappeared from the Ghost's clawed hands as she looked on in exhausted confusion.
Yay! We won! Not to find the Ar-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A large explosion rocked the entire area. Maggy and Casper stumbled and fell as a large explosion roared in the battlefield. A giant pillar of light erupted from the ground, brighter than daylight. The force caused Casper to shift into her human form, and Maggy didn't even notice. The Archer gasped for breath, both from the output of energy and from the sudden presence of lungs she didn't need as a ghost creature. Maggy was laying in the ground, when the Archer offered a hand to help her to stand up. As Maggy slowly moved, she asked "Where's Casper?", to which Kestral smirked. Maggy didn't even pay attention to the answer, if there was ever one. She could only see a huge crater, close to some ghosts and a flying guy. Okay... Clearly I lost something. Something huge happened. Maybe a monster fight. And if it was huge... There must be a goodie in there!
Maggy started to run in direction of the crater, but not as fast as before: she wasn't as fast as Cain, and she was heavily injuried. But she left the Archer behind, and was going closer and closer to where the real battle was.
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Kestral only had a second to panic before she looked up and saw the child rushing towards the still-smoking crater. And the child got a wig. She groaned to herself. What sort of child runs toward danger instead of away from it? Still, she had her duty, as well as her own conscience, and she drew up the rest of her strength to catch up with her. When she did, she drew her bow and kept a vigilant eye out for more of the creatures.
The child went right up to the crater, and Kestral expended more of her precious energy cooling the ground beneath their feet. She lost sight of the child in the smoke but for a brief moment, but before she could panic again she came back with a smile on her face, holding... something. "What is that?" she asked, rasping through her tired breaths.
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Maggy knew there wasn't any real danger: with an explosion like that, nothing could have survived the blast. There were some Ghosts close, but they weren't a threat. The Archer came right before her, and she knew she was safe. Maggy got at the border of the crate and slided down until the center of the crater. She fell to the ground, due to the pain she felt and because she couldn't breath. Maggy crawled around, looking for something. Whatever was here, it should have dropped something.
She looked the faster she could, as she was getting out of breath and time. But there was it, the item she was looking for!
SFX from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
She quickly ran out of the crater, happy for finding such a good item. But she couldn't just take it. She had to do something first! She met with the Archer once getting out, but she ignored her and kept going in the direction of... The Witch! Maggy called her attention waving her hands in the air, already starting to blush. "What's up ki-Uhhh, what?" the Witch said, to which Maggy replied, blushing: "For you!"
The Witch looked at her, mildly disturbed: "No... Uhhh... Thank you." Maggy nodded, and kept the item for herself, and the Witch seemed impressed as the Nail disappeared of Maggy's hand.
Maggy, decided to start attacking. She chose the orange ghost to be her first target. On the other hand, that ghost was defending her. She was in doubt. What should she do? She started to attack the dark Ghosts. The Ghost seemed surprised Maggy had waken up. More than that, happy.
The battle was very nearly theirs. Even weakened, the Orange Ghost would protect her - It's a friendly ghost. It must be Casper! - from the incoming blasts with others, and it would shoot nonstop, always charging a new attack. Just when the last few creatures were about to be taken down and the Orange Ghost's last bit of energy was almost spent, the foes retreated. The remaining orbs of energy disappeared from the Ghost's clawed hands as she looked on in exhausted confusion.
Yay! We won! Not to find the Ar-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A large explosion rocked the entire area. Maggy and Casper stumbled and fell as a large explosion roared in the battlefield. A giant pillar of light erupted from the ground, brighter than daylight. The force caused Casper to shift into her human form, and Maggy didn't even notice. The Archer gasped for breath, both from the output of energy and from the sudden presence of lungs she didn't need as a ghost creature. Maggy was laying in the ground, when the Archer offered a hand to help her to stand up. As Maggy slowly moved, she asked "Where's Casper?", to which Kestral smirked. Maggy didn't even pay attention to the answer, if there was ever one. She could only see a huge crater, close to some ghosts and a flying guy. Okay... Clearly I lost something. Something huge happened. Maybe a monster fight. And if it was huge... There must be a goodie in there!
Maggy started to run in direction of the crater, but not as fast as before: she wasn't as fast as Cain, and she was heavily injuried. But she left the Archer behind, and was going closer and closer to where the real battle was.
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Kestral only had a second to panic before she looked up and saw the child rushing towards the still-smoking crater. And the child got a wig. She groaned to herself. What sort of child runs toward danger instead of away from it? Still, she had her duty, as well as her own conscience, and she drew up the rest of her strength to catch up with her. When she did, she drew her bow and kept a vigilant eye out for more of the creatures.
The child went right up to the crater, and Kestral expended more of her precious energy cooling the ground beneath their feet. She lost sight of the child in the smoke but for a brief moment, but before she could panic again she came back with a smile on her face, holding... something. "What is that?" she asked, rasping through her tired breaths.
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Maggy knew there wasn't any real danger: with an explosion like that, nothing could have survived the blast. There were some Ghosts close, but they weren't a threat. The Archer came right before her, and she knew she was safe. Maggy got at the border of the crate and slided down until the center of the crater. She fell to the ground, due to the pain she felt and because she couldn't breath. Maggy crawled around, looking for something. Whatever was here, it should have dropped something.
She looked the faster she could, as she was getting out of breath and time. But there was it, the item she was looking for!
SFX from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
She quickly ran out of the crater, happy for finding such a good item. But she couldn't just take it. She had to do something first! She met with the Archer once getting out, but she ignored her and kept going in the direction of... The Witch! Maggy called her attention waving her hands in the air, already starting to blush. "What's up ki-Uhhh, what?" the Witch said, to which Maggy replied, blushing: "For you!"
The Witch looked at her, mildly disturbed: "No... Uhhh... Thank you." Maggy nodded, and kept the item for herself, and the Witch seemed impressed as the Nail disappeared of Maggy's hand.
Dolphins are some of the smartest animals, yes, but by human standards… Let's say you should praise the god that forces them to stay handless and underwater.
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Victin - Joined: Sat Sep 29, 2012 12:17 pm
- Location: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Re: RPG
by Sicon112 on Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:04 am
BGM: Koh Otani~Serieux
Silence hung over the battlefield; a few seconds of false peace amidst the chaos. The gas-masked man was the first to break it.
"So this wound you inflicted can't be healed it seems?" Sabrac's eyes narrowed to deadly slits. He didn't like the tone of the man's voice at all. "Yeah I thought so, time to ditch this body." The man casually removed his mask and tossed it aside. Sabrac watched with surprise as the corrupt, twisted flames in the man's heart shifted vessels. The power of his Stigma surged, and without the resistance of the man's existence it obliterated the empty shell instantly. "So I have to take you seriously hm? Fine, no more childs play, the gloves are off and it is time for me to play." Twisted, spectral forms rose from the remains of the dead, writing in agony as the deceased souls were reshaped against their will.
Sabrac felt an emotion slowly rising to the surface of his thoughts. Anger. Unfortunately, not even I am beyond a petty desire such as this. That someone could bypass my spell so easily is...unacceptable.
"And for my next trick I plan to break out my true A game! Ashes of the King of Necromancers, I call upon your aid in order to serve me! Arise, Mastimas!" The enormous form rose from the ground, looking derisively down at its opponents. Its masked head shifted to stare straight at Sabrac for a moment, and Sabrac met it's stare. He snorted in disgust. King of Necromancers? Perhaps there was a time, long ago, when that being deserved such a title, but now it is nothing more than a shadow of itself, puppeteered by a pathetic, brainless fool.
"I am Jericho Wight, I am the death of all who dare cross my master, all hail!" The man cackled with glee, proving Sabrac's point nicely. Sabrac was about to speak, but at that moment he sensed a shift in the power behind him and whiled in time to see the flames he had summoned cut off from his body and snuffed out. "I am Lich!" With his final boast, Sabrac sensed a surge of approaching souls from the necromancer's direction him and spun once more.
He looked up at Jericho, who was smugly floating and staring down at the Crimson Lord. With lighting speed, his new minions shot forward, closing on Sabrac's now wide open position, darting across the ground now free of flames. In a moment they would all be on him, and yet Sabrac stood serenely in their center, his head slowly turning to observe each in turn.
The surge of killing intent filled the air at the exact time that the ground split open. Innumerable thin strings of fire sliced through the stone beneath Sabrac's feet and snapped taught in the air, a spider's web of death. Like paper in a shredder, the attacking monsters were flayed and sliced uncountable times in the space of an instant, and Sabrac's eyes rose to the now shocked Jericho once more, looking at him across the net of flames and the final, vanishing traces of his opponents.
"Jericho Wright..." With it's usual distorted echo, Sabrac's voice rang out across the battle, his speech slow and measured as always, but unlike before an intent listener might catch a tiny hint of anger. It was so miniscule that, for another person, it would be ignored, and yet, it was there. That in and of itself was notable. "You are a tiny, insignificant being whose only true power is to leech off the souls of those that stand below you. You swagger and hold your head high, foolishly believing that you hold true strength as you overwhelm weaklings with more weaklings. You smugly summon the remaining specter of one who held power far above you, and think that this somehow increases your own ability. However, the truth is that this power you are so proud of is merely a passing illusion, and you are all the more pathetic for failing to see your own impotence." The flames around him spun at a whirlwind pace, and then, as though hit with a powerful gust of wind, vanished. "And yet, a being such as you holds the power to escape my Stigma. That concept is...intolerable to me." His voice became softer, quieter, and far more terrifying. "That is why I will destroy you. I will crush you like the tiny spec of dust you are, for no other reason than my own gratification. Your mere existence has become an insult to me and my own ability, and so I shall remove you. It is a petty thing to do, perhaps, but I, unlike you, can afford to indulge is such things from time to time."
BGM: Yuko Kawai~Exorcist
Jericho seemed to be about to speak, a look of anger crossing his face, but it was now his turn to whirl in surprise as the blonde girl's power flared for an instant. Sabac turned leisurely, just in time to see her impale two of the summons with her hands. His eyes widened a little as he watch the complex magic take effect, twisting and reshaping the ghosts' existence on it's most basic level.
“A necromancer?! So those card’s of yours are..?” With a vaguely annoyed sidelong glance, Sabrac looked up at Jericho again.
“My name is Alice! Uncle Nebiros never played with my friends without asking me! I don’t like you!” Sabrac ignored the childish shout and turned to fully face his target. His power began to rise up below the surface, still undetectable, save for an odd feeling of dread that began to take hold of those sensitive to magic. He was so preoccupied with his preparations that he almost didn't manage to act in time.
“Megido.” The small, but deadly calm voice spoke behind him, and with an instinct born of uncountable years of battle against the most dangerous opponents his world had to offer, Sabrac moved. He didn't have time to consider why he was moving, or even to consciously think about it. An invisible wave of power, fuel for an insanely destructive spell, flashed past him a few hundred meters away at impossible speeds, but even from that distance the shock wave of energy it released was enough to cause him to stumble backwards. Then came the blast. Pure white light engulfed Sabrac's target instantly and expanded at a speed so fast that there was no way even Sabrac's supernatural speed could dodge it. Even as he let out a noise of surprise, the white wall of pure destruction slammed into him and absorbed him into it's depths. Or at least, the energy that had been 'him' up until a few moments ago.
Just as the explosion had hit, his mind had leaped across the bridge to his main body he had prepared in order to fuel his next attack, leaving the tiny fragment of compressed power that had formed his body an empty shell that provided no resistance to the shock wave.
As the blinding light cleared, a single, tattered square of black cloth, the same that had made up Sabrac's ever present mantle, drifted slowly to the ground, flitting across air currents. No other trace of the assassin's presence remained. However, as it's corner brushed the ground, a single spark of red light gleamed for a moment, and then suddenly, with an explosion of power, burst into a brilliant flame. The square of cloth rose once more, twisting up into a cone that at some point had far exceeded the area of the original square, though it had somehow done it without any apparent change, defying this world's laws of space effortlessly. A flapping of cloth sounded as the cone, with one final writhing movement, twisted open and reveal Sabrac, his mantle flaring out behind him.
"To be able to produce such a power output so fast, and even to transport it to her target with such speed... I doubt that her targets ever even sense the transmission. And she managed to destroy my form so completely even at this distance from the center of the spell, without having so much as noticed me over here. Perhaps my job shall be simpler than I expected. Even though I am tasked with protecting my employer's other agents, they do seem capable enough that I will not have to watch them at every turn. Still...It does appear that the girl is in trouble now." Sure enough, the tall figure of Matismas quickly approached the girl's, no, Alice's location. Even though her cards fought valiantly and with admirable coordination, his advance was unrelenting as he slowly moved one pace at a time through the attacks coming from all sides.
Sabrac looked back at Jericho and watched as he formed his guard up to both bombard the girl and stand in Sabrac's way in case of an attack. He made some mental calculations, considering whether it would be possible to crush the necromancer before Alice was overwhelmed. "A hopeless fantasy then. I would have to wield too much of my power for any chance of reaching him on time, and that would just make things more troublesome later. Very well, then I shall deal with this summoned being first." He turned and began to walk towards the battle, not bothering to speed up since he knew he would arrive well before the giant reached Alice.
A buzzing noise rose behind and above him, and with the whoosh of displaced air, Marisa blurred over his head on her broom, the wind from her flight making his cape flutter for a moment. Sabrac ceased walking. It appears that witch has decided to aid her in my stead. Hmmm. Not an unwanted development in any case.
The explosion of power as the witch entered combat sent dust whirling around him, but he hardly twitched as he glanced elsewhere around the battlefield, searching out the others he had been hired to protect. The archer girl was battling the first wave of spirits above the wounded boy, but she seemed to be holding her own by calling forth vines from the earth, so Sabrac did not approach.
A small barrier of flame formed in front of his chest for a moment as the witch continued the exponential escalation of her spells, attacking the summoned necromancer with enough force that it created more shock waves. His eyes continued to scan the battlefield, and narrowed when he realized that the red wizard wasn't within sight. He looked around again, but the blinding explosion from the battle a few hundred meters away cut off most of his view, so he began to search with tendrils of power, attempting to find the wizard's flame of existence.
He found it on the far side of the crater that the battle with Matismas had created. With a pulse of flame, his body deconstructed itself and reformed with a different fragment of his power from across the gap even as his mind leaped between locations. From there, he had a good view of the wizards ambitious, but failed surprise attack on Jericho, and the rage-filled counterattack it produced. The red cloaked form dodged a blast of black fire at the last second, and ran as fast as he could back towards where the rest of the group was battling, pursued by multiple summoned beings. He hadn't noticed Sabrac, but neither had his pursuers, even the one that had looped around and was just about to cut him off.
As the Gengar leaped in front of the red wizard's path, he skidded to a halt, bringing up his staff, fire beginning to appear on the end of it. He wasn't fast enough. The Gengar's weapon tore through the air with a hum that sung of imminent death to everything in it's path. That is, until Sabrac interfered.
BGM: Mami Kawada~Joint
A single two edged sword, coated in flames, shredded the ground before the wizard, spinning like a whirlwind and spewing flames as it tore through the Gengar's blade. At that exact moment, the cloaked form of Sabrac crested the Gengar's head, landing on it and kicking off it's skull with enough force to crush it in instantly, and leaping up and forward with an explosion of flames. His cape flew open as dozens of beams of fire darted from beneath it, whirling and twisting in completely unpredictable patterns.
Sabrac easily bent two of his attacks around the red-cloaked man, missing him by a hairsbreadth and singeing him slightly as they passed. They flashed past him and into the front line of his pursuers, detonating on contact with immense force. With a trail of dust behind him, Sabrac landed and skidded to a halt on the other side of the red wizard, between him and ground zero of the flame barrage, catching his flying sword and effortlessly cutting down a lone survivor with a single, flame covered slash.
"I'm neither dead nor on fire. Groovy." Sabrac summarily ignored the voice from behind him, passing off whatever the wizard had to say as irrelevant.
He straightened and turned his head to look over his shoulder at Jericho, who stood on the other side of the flames with an enraged look on his face. However, that soon turned into a wicked smile as a truly gargantuan aura of power began to gather behind them. Far too close behind them.
"Oh." Sabrac's voice was completely deadpan. "It was a trap." Not even a hint of surprise could be heard in his tone.
"You don't say? Not much slips past you does it? Who could have imagine he would try to kill any potential rescuers while he was trying to kill me?" For a moment, Sabrac began to ponder why exactly humans felt the need to insert useless, uninteresting comments into every conversation, but then he brought his thoughts back to the situation at hand.
It would be simple for me to just remove myself from this area, and far less troublesome, however... He turned to regard the red wizard, then walked up to and past him, stopping just a step beyond the man. "We are leaving."
With that taciturn remark, his hand shot out from under his cloak and clamped on to the back of the red cloth just as an explosion of crimson tore out from beneath his boots and they went flying off a few feet above the ground with lightning speed. He paid no attention to the wizard's incoherent screams, though he could make out some thing that sounded like, "Augh! My neck!" Humans were bothersome like that sometimes. A fraction of a second later, his feet touched down on another tiny platform of fire and they were catapulted forward again. He glanced off to one side as two black shadows darted up to his left, followed by many more. If he wished to cut off my escape route, he should have sent something far more powerful than these pathetic creatures. He hurled his sword, and flames shot from the hilt, sending the deadly rocket deep into the leading ghost, where it detonated and obliterated the spirit as the sword vanished back into madder-red fire.
His feet touched down on a third platform, where he halted for a fraction of a second and glanced at his pursuers. Hundreds of orbs of flame the size of softballs rose from the pillar, then darted forward with lightning speed, engulfing the targets in flames even as Sabrac leaped onward. If he guessed right, there should be a few more seconds; just enough for him to get clear.
That was when he felt a pulse of power that he remembered quite clearly, seeing as it had just hit him head on a few minutes ago. "Megidolaon!"
"Damn." Sabrac swore emotionlessly to himself, more like a mockery of a curse than a real one. Then he acted as fast as possible. His feet began to trail flames as he skidded to a halt in midair and tossed the red wizard as far off to the side as he could so that the assassin was between him and the shockwave. Throwing up both hands before his face, he leaped backwards as well. This time he was further away from the explosion's core, but the blast was far more powerful. The very edge slammed into him, sending him flying in reverse as he skidded to a stop before the place where the wizard had rolled to a halt.
Then the energy he had been trying to outrun peaked, and broke out into the world. Sabrac barley had time to react, but a giant wall of flames tore from the earth before him just as the laser from the heavens struck. It didn't hold. The wall of rainbow power hit it without slowing and slammed it into Sabrac's body itself. He stumbled backwards and tried to brace himself, but the power began to engulf him, and in a moment he would be consumed and the wave would obliterate the man behind him as well. As his defense began to wane, Sabrac gave one last push against the destructive blast, letting out a wordless shout as he held it back for a few extra seconds. His eyes closed.
Then, they snapped open, and with a roar of defiance that seemed to shatter the world, he changed.
No longer was he a being masquerading in human form. Now he became an entity of pure power; an ever shifting, incomprehensible shape that seemed only loosely connected to what he was before. As if shying away from the brilliant, blinding light of his existence, the rainbow wall of power leaped backwards as the ground around Sabrac was torn asunder and melted away, revealing waves so condensed that they no longer resembled fire but so much as pure, impossibly bright energy. The wordless shout twisted as well, dropping all pretense of being the product of human speech and becoming the battle cry of a godlike entity, far beyond anything a human could hope to be. It rose in volume and kept on rising until it seemed to drown out all.
With one final, momentous shudder, the world became clear in a flash. Once more Sabrac's form was that of a faceless human, and all that was left to show that the immense powers had ever been were the madder-red embers drifting on the wind amongst the tiny tendrils of rainbow light, and the destruction that had resulted.
"Knew I should have paid more attention during the widespread destruction class." The wizard snarked, now recovered from Sabrac's rough handling. The Crimson Lord idly noted that it would have been more pleasant if he remained silent.
As his mantle fell back down around him, Sabrac dropped his arms to his side, scanning the decimated land around him. Far away, across the crater, he could see the remaining forces of Jericho beginning to reform as the necromancer tried to put up a last line of defense.
"It seems that the relevant actors have cleared the stage for my debut scene. I suppose I shall have to answer my cue." As he spoke to no one in particular, Sabrac began to walk forward once more at the same unhurried pace as before. He wasn't worried about any defenses his enemy could erect. "He may prepare whatever protections please him, and then I will come and show him why he cannot stop the inevitable."
Sabrac marched for battle and death.
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Ulrich climbed out from the pile of dead bodies that were all that remained of the guys that had been attacking him and looked to see Sabrac surfing down a mountain fighting some guy in a crazy gasmask. Crazy gasmask guy landed on the battlefield and changed bodies before he gave a speech about how awesome he was before summoning a whole bunch of ghosts and a giant guy who looked like the world’s biggest advertisement for the abuse of steroids.
Ulrich sighed to himself and watched for a bit as the countless small battles happened. The small kid and the girl with the boy were busy killing a whole bunch of ghost type pokemon (rekilling?). Crazy small girl and Laser witch performed a team up and blasted the super zombie out of existence with a blast so powerful Ulrich worried about going blind just by looking at it. The red guy ran up and nailed Jericho in the nads (that had to hurt) and began to run the hell away. Might as well go and help him.
Before Ulrich could take a step forward he saw Sabrac head to deal with it dispatching ghosts with no problem. Okay that’s it, I want to do something awesome for once. A large amount of bright blue panels surrounded him. “Code Nexus access 0001” The panels blinked three times and a sentence appeared on all of them. Input secondary code.
“Restraint release 0001 through 0002” The blue panels disappeared and Ulrich began to change. A black trench coat appeared over his normal samurai attire and his twin swords disappeared. His body hummed with electrical energy and he gave off an aura of extreme power. “My turn” he took what was to him a single step and appeared next to Sabrac in a flash of lightning. “You planning on taking out the boss?” Ulrich smiled. “If so let me help you out with that, warning through my current power level will only last for six minutes, after that it is all up to you”
Sabrac seemed to not have heard him. He stayed silent for almost a full minute before replying "Help? Perhaps you could be of some use. However, our target is even now assembling his defenses to ward off your attack. Without a plan, your battle will be difficult." Sabrac turned fully towards Ulrich. "Therefore, I will negate his efforts. I will strike first and clear a path for you to tread. When you see an opening, that is your signal to strike." He paused, and then spoke again. "And also, take this." Sabrac's hand rose from beneath his cloak, and a line of runic symbols, the sign of an Unrestricted Spell, shot from his hand and began to wrap around Ulrich's wrists.
Ulrich glanced at them in awe. “What is this? Some sort of magic?” He turned to Sabrac.
"It shouldn't have any effect on whatever abilities you possess. It merely is a method to allow your attacks to fall under the jurisdiction of my Stigma. The wounds you deal will be far more lasting than they would otherwise, and will extend over time...Now, our opponent has prepared his plans. It is time to teach him the truth: Nothing ever goes as you expect it to. The key to survival is being able to avoid destruction when such situations inevitably come to pass. Somehow, I do not think this 'Jericho' possesses that ability." With a flash of madder-red flames, two swords appeared out of thin air in Sabrac's hands, and he carefully set his feet in preparation for his next move.
Silence hung over the battlefield; a few seconds of false peace amidst the chaos. The gas-masked man was the first to break it.
"So this wound you inflicted can't be healed it seems?" Sabrac's eyes narrowed to deadly slits. He didn't like the tone of the man's voice at all. "Yeah I thought so, time to ditch this body." The man casually removed his mask and tossed it aside. Sabrac watched with surprise as the corrupt, twisted flames in the man's heart shifted vessels. The power of his Stigma surged, and without the resistance of the man's existence it obliterated the empty shell instantly. "So I have to take you seriously hm? Fine, no more childs play, the gloves are off and it is time for me to play." Twisted, spectral forms rose from the remains of the dead, writing in agony as the deceased souls were reshaped against their will.
Sabrac felt an emotion slowly rising to the surface of his thoughts. Anger. Unfortunately, not even I am beyond a petty desire such as this. That someone could bypass my spell so easily is...unacceptable.
"And for my next trick I plan to break out my true A game! Ashes of the King of Necromancers, I call upon your aid in order to serve me! Arise, Mastimas!" The enormous form rose from the ground, looking derisively down at its opponents. Its masked head shifted to stare straight at Sabrac for a moment, and Sabrac met it's stare. He snorted in disgust. King of Necromancers? Perhaps there was a time, long ago, when that being deserved such a title, but now it is nothing more than a shadow of itself, puppeteered by a pathetic, brainless fool.
"I am Jericho Wight, I am the death of all who dare cross my master, all hail!" The man cackled with glee, proving Sabrac's point nicely. Sabrac was about to speak, but at that moment he sensed a shift in the power behind him and whiled in time to see the flames he had summoned cut off from his body and snuffed out. "I am Lich!" With his final boast, Sabrac sensed a surge of approaching souls from the necromancer's direction him and spun once more.
He looked up at Jericho, who was smugly floating and staring down at the Crimson Lord. With lighting speed, his new minions shot forward, closing on Sabrac's now wide open position, darting across the ground now free of flames. In a moment they would all be on him, and yet Sabrac stood serenely in their center, his head slowly turning to observe each in turn.
The surge of killing intent filled the air at the exact time that the ground split open. Innumerable thin strings of fire sliced through the stone beneath Sabrac's feet and snapped taught in the air, a spider's web of death. Like paper in a shredder, the attacking monsters were flayed and sliced uncountable times in the space of an instant, and Sabrac's eyes rose to the now shocked Jericho once more, looking at him across the net of flames and the final, vanishing traces of his opponents.
"Jericho Wright..." With it's usual distorted echo, Sabrac's voice rang out across the battle, his speech slow and measured as always, but unlike before an intent listener might catch a tiny hint of anger. It was so miniscule that, for another person, it would be ignored, and yet, it was there. That in and of itself was notable. "You are a tiny, insignificant being whose only true power is to leech off the souls of those that stand below you. You swagger and hold your head high, foolishly believing that you hold true strength as you overwhelm weaklings with more weaklings. You smugly summon the remaining specter of one who held power far above you, and think that this somehow increases your own ability. However, the truth is that this power you are so proud of is merely a passing illusion, and you are all the more pathetic for failing to see your own impotence." The flames around him spun at a whirlwind pace, and then, as though hit with a powerful gust of wind, vanished. "And yet, a being such as you holds the power to escape my Stigma. That concept is...intolerable to me." His voice became softer, quieter, and far more terrifying. "That is why I will destroy you. I will crush you like the tiny spec of dust you are, for no other reason than my own gratification. Your mere existence has become an insult to me and my own ability, and so I shall remove you. It is a petty thing to do, perhaps, but I, unlike you, can afford to indulge is such things from time to time."
BGM: Yuko Kawai~Exorcist
Jericho seemed to be about to speak, a look of anger crossing his face, but it was now his turn to whirl in surprise as the blonde girl's power flared for an instant. Sabac turned leisurely, just in time to see her impale two of the summons with her hands. His eyes widened a little as he watch the complex magic take effect, twisting and reshaping the ghosts' existence on it's most basic level.
“A necromancer?! So those card’s of yours are..?” With a vaguely annoyed sidelong glance, Sabrac looked up at Jericho again.
“My name is Alice! Uncle Nebiros never played with my friends without asking me! I don’t like you!” Sabrac ignored the childish shout and turned to fully face his target. His power began to rise up below the surface, still undetectable, save for an odd feeling of dread that began to take hold of those sensitive to magic. He was so preoccupied with his preparations that he almost didn't manage to act in time.
“Megido.” The small, but deadly calm voice spoke behind him, and with an instinct born of uncountable years of battle against the most dangerous opponents his world had to offer, Sabrac moved. He didn't have time to consider why he was moving, or even to consciously think about it. An invisible wave of power, fuel for an insanely destructive spell, flashed past him a few hundred meters away at impossible speeds, but even from that distance the shock wave of energy it released was enough to cause him to stumble backwards. Then came the blast. Pure white light engulfed Sabrac's target instantly and expanded at a speed so fast that there was no way even Sabrac's supernatural speed could dodge it. Even as he let out a noise of surprise, the white wall of pure destruction slammed into him and absorbed him into it's depths. Or at least, the energy that had been 'him' up until a few moments ago.
Just as the explosion had hit, his mind had leaped across the bridge to his main body he had prepared in order to fuel his next attack, leaving the tiny fragment of compressed power that had formed his body an empty shell that provided no resistance to the shock wave.
As the blinding light cleared, a single, tattered square of black cloth, the same that had made up Sabrac's ever present mantle, drifted slowly to the ground, flitting across air currents. No other trace of the assassin's presence remained. However, as it's corner brushed the ground, a single spark of red light gleamed for a moment, and then suddenly, with an explosion of power, burst into a brilliant flame. The square of cloth rose once more, twisting up into a cone that at some point had far exceeded the area of the original square, though it had somehow done it without any apparent change, defying this world's laws of space effortlessly. A flapping of cloth sounded as the cone, with one final writhing movement, twisted open and reveal Sabrac, his mantle flaring out behind him.
"To be able to produce such a power output so fast, and even to transport it to her target with such speed... I doubt that her targets ever even sense the transmission. And she managed to destroy my form so completely even at this distance from the center of the spell, without having so much as noticed me over here. Perhaps my job shall be simpler than I expected. Even though I am tasked with protecting my employer's other agents, they do seem capable enough that I will not have to watch them at every turn. Still...It does appear that the girl is in trouble now." Sure enough, the tall figure of Matismas quickly approached the girl's, no, Alice's location. Even though her cards fought valiantly and with admirable coordination, his advance was unrelenting as he slowly moved one pace at a time through the attacks coming from all sides.
Sabrac looked back at Jericho and watched as he formed his guard up to both bombard the girl and stand in Sabrac's way in case of an attack. He made some mental calculations, considering whether it would be possible to crush the necromancer before Alice was overwhelmed. "A hopeless fantasy then. I would have to wield too much of my power for any chance of reaching him on time, and that would just make things more troublesome later. Very well, then I shall deal with this summoned being first." He turned and began to walk towards the battle, not bothering to speed up since he knew he would arrive well before the giant reached Alice.
A buzzing noise rose behind and above him, and with the whoosh of displaced air, Marisa blurred over his head on her broom, the wind from her flight making his cape flutter for a moment. Sabrac ceased walking. It appears that witch has decided to aid her in my stead. Hmmm. Not an unwanted development in any case.
The explosion of power as the witch entered combat sent dust whirling around him, but he hardly twitched as he glanced elsewhere around the battlefield, searching out the others he had been hired to protect. The archer girl was battling the first wave of spirits above the wounded boy, but she seemed to be holding her own by calling forth vines from the earth, so Sabrac did not approach.
A small barrier of flame formed in front of his chest for a moment as the witch continued the exponential escalation of her spells, attacking the summoned necromancer with enough force that it created more shock waves. His eyes continued to scan the battlefield, and narrowed when he realized that the red wizard wasn't within sight. He looked around again, but the blinding explosion from the battle a few hundred meters away cut off most of his view, so he began to search with tendrils of power, attempting to find the wizard's flame of existence.
He found it on the far side of the crater that the battle with Matismas had created. With a pulse of flame, his body deconstructed itself and reformed with a different fragment of his power from across the gap even as his mind leaped between locations. From there, he had a good view of the wizards ambitious, but failed surprise attack on Jericho, and the rage-filled counterattack it produced. The red cloaked form dodged a blast of black fire at the last second, and ran as fast as he could back towards where the rest of the group was battling, pursued by multiple summoned beings. He hadn't noticed Sabrac, but neither had his pursuers, even the one that had looped around and was just about to cut him off.
As the Gengar leaped in front of the red wizard's path, he skidded to a halt, bringing up his staff, fire beginning to appear on the end of it. He wasn't fast enough. The Gengar's weapon tore through the air with a hum that sung of imminent death to everything in it's path. That is, until Sabrac interfered.
BGM: Mami Kawada~Joint
A single two edged sword, coated in flames, shredded the ground before the wizard, spinning like a whirlwind and spewing flames as it tore through the Gengar's blade. At that exact moment, the cloaked form of Sabrac crested the Gengar's head, landing on it and kicking off it's skull with enough force to crush it in instantly, and leaping up and forward with an explosion of flames. His cape flew open as dozens of beams of fire darted from beneath it, whirling and twisting in completely unpredictable patterns.
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Sabrac easily bent two of his attacks around the red-cloaked man, missing him by a hairsbreadth and singeing him slightly as they passed. They flashed past him and into the front line of his pursuers, detonating on contact with immense force. With a trail of dust behind him, Sabrac landed and skidded to a halt on the other side of the red wizard, between him and ground zero of the flame barrage, catching his flying sword and effortlessly cutting down a lone survivor with a single, flame covered slash.
"I'm neither dead nor on fire. Groovy." Sabrac summarily ignored the voice from behind him, passing off whatever the wizard had to say as irrelevant.
He straightened and turned his head to look over his shoulder at Jericho, who stood on the other side of the flames with an enraged look on his face. However, that soon turned into a wicked smile as a truly gargantuan aura of power began to gather behind them. Far too close behind them.
"Oh." Sabrac's voice was completely deadpan. "It was a trap." Not even a hint of surprise could be heard in his tone.
"You don't say? Not much slips past you does it? Who could have imagine he would try to kill any potential rescuers while he was trying to kill me?" For a moment, Sabrac began to ponder why exactly humans felt the need to insert useless, uninteresting comments into every conversation, but then he brought his thoughts back to the situation at hand.
It would be simple for me to just remove myself from this area, and far less troublesome, however... He turned to regard the red wizard, then walked up to and past him, stopping just a step beyond the man. "We are leaving."
With that taciturn remark, his hand shot out from under his cloak and clamped on to the back of the red cloth just as an explosion of crimson tore out from beneath his boots and they went flying off a few feet above the ground with lightning speed. He paid no attention to the wizard's incoherent screams, though he could make out some thing that sounded like, "Augh! My neck!" Humans were bothersome like that sometimes. A fraction of a second later, his feet touched down on another tiny platform of fire and they were catapulted forward again. He glanced off to one side as two black shadows darted up to his left, followed by many more. If he wished to cut off my escape route, he should have sent something far more powerful than these pathetic creatures. He hurled his sword, and flames shot from the hilt, sending the deadly rocket deep into the leading ghost, where it detonated and obliterated the spirit as the sword vanished back into madder-red fire.
His feet touched down on a third platform, where he halted for a fraction of a second and glanced at his pursuers. Hundreds of orbs of flame the size of softballs rose from the pillar, then darted forward with lightning speed, engulfing the targets in flames even as Sabrac leaped onward. If he guessed right, there should be a few more seconds; just enough for him to get clear.
That was when he felt a pulse of power that he remembered quite clearly, seeing as it had just hit him head on a few minutes ago. "Megidolaon!"
"Damn." Sabrac swore emotionlessly to himself, more like a mockery of a curse than a real one. Then he acted as fast as possible. His feet began to trail flames as he skidded to a halt in midair and tossed the red wizard as far off to the side as he could so that the assassin was between him and the shockwave. Throwing up both hands before his face, he leaped backwards as well. This time he was further away from the explosion's core, but the blast was far more powerful. The very edge slammed into him, sending him flying in reverse as he skidded to a stop before the place where the wizard had rolled to a halt.
Then the energy he had been trying to outrun peaked, and broke out into the world. Sabrac barley had time to react, but a giant wall of flames tore from the earth before him just as the laser from the heavens struck. It didn't hold. The wall of rainbow power hit it without slowing and slammed it into Sabrac's body itself. He stumbled backwards and tried to brace himself, but the power began to engulf him, and in a moment he would be consumed and the wave would obliterate the man behind him as well. As his defense began to wane, Sabrac gave one last push against the destructive blast, letting out a wordless shout as he held it back for a few extra seconds. His eyes closed.
Then, they snapped open, and with a roar of defiance that seemed to shatter the world, he changed.
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No longer was he a being masquerading in human form. Now he became an entity of pure power; an ever shifting, incomprehensible shape that seemed only loosely connected to what he was before. As if shying away from the brilliant, blinding light of his existence, the rainbow wall of power leaped backwards as the ground around Sabrac was torn asunder and melted away, revealing waves so condensed that they no longer resembled fire but so much as pure, impossibly bright energy. The wordless shout twisted as well, dropping all pretense of being the product of human speech and becoming the battle cry of a godlike entity, far beyond anything a human could hope to be. It rose in volume and kept on rising until it seemed to drown out all.
With one final, momentous shudder, the world became clear in a flash. Once more Sabrac's form was that of a faceless human, and all that was left to show that the immense powers had ever been were the madder-red embers drifting on the wind amongst the tiny tendrils of rainbow light, and the destruction that had resulted.
"Knew I should have paid more attention during the widespread destruction class." The wizard snarked, now recovered from Sabrac's rough handling. The Crimson Lord idly noted that it would have been more pleasant if he remained silent.
As his mantle fell back down around him, Sabrac dropped his arms to his side, scanning the decimated land around him. Far away, across the crater, he could see the remaining forces of Jericho beginning to reform as the necromancer tried to put up a last line of defense.
"It seems that the relevant actors have cleared the stage for my debut scene. I suppose I shall have to answer my cue." As he spoke to no one in particular, Sabrac began to walk forward once more at the same unhurried pace as before. He wasn't worried about any defenses his enemy could erect. "He may prepare whatever protections please him, and then I will come and show him why he cannot stop the inevitable."
Sabrac marched for battle and death.
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Ulrich climbed out from the pile of dead bodies that were all that remained of the guys that had been attacking him and looked to see Sabrac surfing down a mountain fighting some guy in a crazy gasmask. Crazy gasmask guy landed on the battlefield and changed bodies before he gave a speech about how awesome he was before summoning a whole bunch of ghosts and a giant guy who looked like the world’s biggest advertisement for the abuse of steroids.
Ulrich sighed to himself and watched for a bit as the countless small battles happened. The small kid and the girl with the boy were busy killing a whole bunch of ghost type pokemon (rekilling?). Crazy small girl and Laser witch performed a team up and blasted the super zombie out of existence with a blast so powerful Ulrich worried about going blind just by looking at it. The red guy ran up and nailed Jericho in the nads (that had to hurt) and began to run the hell away. Might as well go and help him.
Before Ulrich could take a step forward he saw Sabrac head to deal with it dispatching ghosts with no problem. Okay that’s it, I want to do something awesome for once. A large amount of bright blue panels surrounded him. “Code Nexus access 0001” The panels blinked three times and a sentence appeared on all of them. Input secondary code.
“Restraint release 0001 through 0002” The blue panels disappeared and Ulrich began to change. A black trench coat appeared over his normal samurai attire and his twin swords disappeared. His body hummed with electrical energy and he gave off an aura of extreme power. “My turn” he took what was to him a single step and appeared next to Sabrac in a flash of lightning. “You planning on taking out the boss?” Ulrich smiled. “If so let me help you out with that, warning through my current power level will only last for six minutes, after that it is all up to you”
Sabrac seemed to not have heard him. He stayed silent for almost a full minute before replying "Help? Perhaps you could be of some use. However, our target is even now assembling his defenses to ward off your attack. Without a plan, your battle will be difficult." Sabrac turned fully towards Ulrich. "Therefore, I will negate his efforts. I will strike first and clear a path for you to tread. When you see an opening, that is your signal to strike." He paused, and then spoke again. "And also, take this." Sabrac's hand rose from beneath his cloak, and a line of runic symbols, the sign of an Unrestricted Spell, shot from his hand and began to wrap around Ulrich's wrists.
Ulrich glanced at them in awe. “What is this? Some sort of magic?” He turned to Sabrac.
"It shouldn't have any effect on whatever abilities you possess. It merely is a method to allow your attacks to fall under the jurisdiction of my Stigma. The wounds you deal will be far more lasting than they would otherwise, and will extend over time...Now, our opponent has prepared his plans. It is time to teach him the truth: Nothing ever goes as you expect it to. The key to survival is being able to avoid destruction when such situations inevitably come to pass. Somehow, I do not think this 'Jericho' possesses that ability." With a flash of madder-red flames, two swords appeared out of thin air in Sabrac's hands, and he carefully set his feet in preparation for his next move.
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Normal people are the easiest to manipulate. Too smart and they have an annoying tendency to catch wind of your plans, too dumb and, in the words of a certain pirate, "You can never tell when they are about to do something incredibly...stupid."
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Sicon112 - Meta-Witch Hunter
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Re: RPG
by Lordxana0 on Sun Oct 28, 2012 7:46 pm
BGM: Ezel Ash~Lunatic Eyes~Invisible Full Moon
"Now, our opponent has prepared his plans. It is time to teach him the truth: Nothing ever goes as you expect it to. The key to survival is being able to avoid destruction when such situations inevitably come to pass. Somehow, I do not think this "Jericho" possesses that ability." Sabrac called forth his two favorite blades from his collection, and they materialized in his hands with a flash of madder-red fire.
Before him, the forces in his path reformed, preparing for the attack they could feel coming as the killing intent of an angry Crimson Lord engulfed the battlefield. It wasn't going to be nearly enough. Amidst the silence, sounding impossibly loud by comparison, the sound of Sabrac's stance shifting rang out, then then a low hum began to rise. Sparks flitted across the shining silvery blades and Sabrac's gloved fingers. As the hum of power became ever louder, the sparks became full flames and began to crisscross his body and flapping mantle.
Sabrac catapulted himself forward at a speed that rent sound itself, the roar of his passage tearing up the ground over which he passed and leaving behind a trail of madder red fire. Before the lead spirit, a Ghastly, could even react, his blades had swung upward, a wave of flames trailing from their tips, and slashed it in half. He leaped aside as a claw slashed through the space he had occupied and brought his left blade down, severing the arm of the Haunter at the same moment as his right hand blade cut deeply into its abdomen, tearing the air asunder with more crescent shaped infernos.
He darted sideways around a counter attack from a second Ghastly and hurled his left sword through its core, dashing forward fast enough to catch the blade as it exited the other side of the creature and cut down two Gengars. He leaped to and fro, running circles around his opponents and countering every strike with another, far more powerful. Creature after creature fell screaming to his blades. Ghastlys, Haunters, Gengars, his flame coated steel made no distinctions. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough yet. He could see the second line forming up to plug any holes he created. A fair attempt at defense, but flawed at its core. It is only possible to plug leaks as long as your reserve forces remain unharmed, and they can only remain safe as long as your enemy is held in place by his opponents. However, beings such as this cannot hope to impede my movement.
Sabrac dashed through a maelstrom created by his attacks as it parted in his path, both swords gleaming with a brilliant aura as he brought them down in an X pattern on the haunter before him. The resulting explosion cut him off from view for a fraction of a second, hurling monsters in every direction before he came soaring out of the inferno as the flames reached their peak. Only then did the necromancer realize what he was doing, but by that point it was far too late.
He plummeted from the sky and slammed into the stone of the earth with a crash, landing in a low crouch in the midst of the reserve forces. Then, the earth around him came to life.
Rock, fire, and spirits of the dead were flung into the air with a single blast that ruptured the granite with effortless ease. Below them, Sabrac's eyes flashed as he stared straight at Jericho of an instant. Then with a roar he shot upward, boots spewing fire as his blades slashed through a Ghastly that he had launched into the air with his previous attack. He twisted in midair, using his flames to redirect himself, and slammed boot first into a huge chunk of rock amongst the airborne debris. Flames that Sabrac had stored in the stone promptly blasted out of it, catapulting him back into the cloud of flying objects, blades flashing, as the huge stone slab hurtled back down to earth, hitting the ground and detonating in the middle of the creatures standing there starting in awe and fear.
Another strike, and Sabrac kicked off a second piece of rubble, tearing through the monsters faster and faster, until he became nothing more than a crimson beam of light that darted back and forth with impossible alacrity. Monsters were obliterated instantly by the power behind his strikes one after the other, and flaming rubble rained down on the field of battle, throwing the rest into disarray.
As Sabrac launched from the final piece of rubble, his target, a Gengar, managed to parry his assault at the last second, though the force of the attack sent it hurtling further into the sky as it fired orbs of power towards its enemy. Sabrac, not slowing in his climb, slashed the attacks out of his way easily, and shot past the hapless summon, propelled by a jet of energy, cutting open its chest as he overtook it, then soaring ever higher.
The flames seemed to fade from his boots for a moment as his flight reached its peak, and he looked down upon the chaos he had created. And now, it is time to end this charade that necromancer has concocted with one final move. He shouted with exertion, throwing first one, then the other of his blades towards the earth, the infernos around each flaring up even further. Once more, Sabrac fell from the sky like the descending scythe blade of death, slamming into the falling, mortally injured Gengar and crashing to earth atop it, a comet of pure madder-red strength that hit with far too much force for the ground to withstand.
Once more, the flames of his destruction split down the middle, and his spectral, red eyed form darted through the opening, scooping up his first blade from the crater it had made, and knocking a Ghastly out of his path with enough force to send it flying like a rag doll. His searching hand found the hilt of the first blade's twin as he passed it, a blur of black shadow amidst red fire, and with both of his blades once more, he collided with the final two Ghastlys, not even bothering to block their energy attacks, but merely tearing straight through them without even slowing.
As the mauled, vanishing forms of his final two targets bounced across the fragmented earth, his head lifted and stared back the way he had come, meeting the eyes of the swordsman who had agreed to assist him. And at that exact moment, a single, long opening appeared behind Sabrac, a corridor of flames pointing straight towards the jagged rock upon which Jericho stood. It would only last for a fraction of a second, but Sabrac knew that would be more than enough. He did not speak, but the word seemed to echo across the distance between them, the signal of one warrior to another, spoken in the language of fire and death.
Now.
Ulrich watched the Crimson Lord tear him a pathway toward the necromancer. But what might have appeared to a normal person as a series of highspeed moves appeared to him in almost slow motion. The pathway was complete and Ulrich heard the order to move and he did so. It took three steps for him to appear in front of the necromancer who was still in a state of shock after the fury of attacks thrown by Sabrac. “Hi there can’t talk long because I have to beat you and I only have so much time left ready set go” Ulrich appeared in front of him and delivered a furious uppercut to the jaw of the necromancer sending him flying into the air. Ulrich grinned and held out his hands and two blades of pure blue energy appeared in them. “Lighting Blades!” He smiled and waited for Jericho to land. The only disadvantage of this form is that he was so fast everything else was just lagging around him.
Jericho finally landed and got up right as Ulrich stuck a blade into his stomach. “Gotcha” he said with a smile.
“So you think” Jericho ripped off his mask and let loose a small cloud of poison directly at Ulrich. But by the time the breath left his mouth Ulrich had just walked behind him. “Man you people are just so slow you know that?” he laughed and kicked Jericho away. “Oh by the by the guy who kicked your ass down a mountain gave me some of his special magic power, I guess it slowly kills you from the inside out or something, but I don’t like the slow method and seeing how I only have a little bit more time left” Ulrich jumped back and grinned. “Nexus attack code 002 Laser Circus!” he snapped and a massive dome appeared around Jericho. From the outside it looked solid. But if you were to look closer you would see tiny gaps in it. And if you were inside, you would see that each bit of light was a sword, aimed directly at you. Each of the swords flew inward running Jericho through hundreds of times over before disappeared. By the time it had finished his body was left mostly in pieces and Ulrich had been forced to depower himself. “So zetta slow"
"Now, our opponent has prepared his plans. It is time to teach him the truth: Nothing ever goes as you expect it to. The key to survival is being able to avoid destruction when such situations inevitably come to pass. Somehow, I do not think this "Jericho" possesses that ability." Sabrac called forth his two favorite blades from his collection, and they materialized in his hands with a flash of madder-red fire.
Before him, the forces in his path reformed, preparing for the attack they could feel coming as the killing intent of an angry Crimson Lord engulfed the battlefield. It wasn't going to be nearly enough. Amidst the silence, sounding impossibly loud by comparison, the sound of Sabrac's stance shifting rang out, then then a low hum began to rise. Sparks flitted across the shining silvery blades and Sabrac's gloved fingers. As the hum of power became ever louder, the sparks became full flames and began to crisscross his body and flapping mantle.
Sabrac catapulted himself forward at a speed that rent sound itself, the roar of his passage tearing up the ground over which he passed and leaving behind a trail of madder red fire. Before the lead spirit, a Ghastly, could even react, his blades had swung upward, a wave of flames trailing from their tips, and slashed it in half. He leaped aside as a claw slashed through the space he had occupied and brought his left blade down, severing the arm of the Haunter at the same moment as his right hand blade cut deeply into its abdomen, tearing the air asunder with more crescent shaped infernos.
He darted sideways around a counter attack from a second Ghastly and hurled his left sword through its core, dashing forward fast enough to catch the blade as it exited the other side of the creature and cut down two Gengars. He leaped to and fro, running circles around his opponents and countering every strike with another, far more powerful. Creature after creature fell screaming to his blades. Ghastlys, Haunters, Gengars, his flame coated steel made no distinctions. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough yet. He could see the second line forming up to plug any holes he created. A fair attempt at defense, but flawed at its core. It is only possible to plug leaks as long as your reserve forces remain unharmed, and they can only remain safe as long as your enemy is held in place by his opponents. However, beings such as this cannot hope to impede my movement.
Sabrac dashed through a maelstrom created by his attacks as it parted in his path, both swords gleaming with a brilliant aura as he brought them down in an X pattern on the haunter before him. The resulting explosion cut him off from view for a fraction of a second, hurling monsters in every direction before he came soaring out of the inferno as the flames reached their peak. Only then did the necromancer realize what he was doing, but by that point it was far too late.
He plummeted from the sky and slammed into the stone of the earth with a crash, landing in a low crouch in the midst of the reserve forces. Then, the earth around him came to life.
Rock, fire, and spirits of the dead were flung into the air with a single blast that ruptured the granite with effortless ease. Below them, Sabrac's eyes flashed as he stared straight at Jericho of an instant. Then with a roar he shot upward, boots spewing fire as his blades slashed through a Ghastly that he had launched into the air with his previous attack. He twisted in midair, using his flames to redirect himself, and slammed boot first into a huge chunk of rock amongst the airborne debris. Flames that Sabrac had stored in the stone promptly blasted out of it, catapulting him back into the cloud of flying objects, blades flashing, as the huge stone slab hurtled back down to earth, hitting the ground and detonating in the middle of the creatures standing there starting in awe and fear.
Another strike, and Sabrac kicked off a second piece of rubble, tearing through the monsters faster and faster, until he became nothing more than a crimson beam of light that darted back and forth with impossible alacrity. Monsters were obliterated instantly by the power behind his strikes one after the other, and flaming rubble rained down on the field of battle, throwing the rest into disarray.
As Sabrac launched from the final piece of rubble, his target, a Gengar, managed to parry his assault at the last second, though the force of the attack sent it hurtling further into the sky as it fired orbs of power towards its enemy. Sabrac, not slowing in his climb, slashed the attacks out of his way easily, and shot past the hapless summon, propelled by a jet of energy, cutting open its chest as he overtook it, then soaring ever higher.
The flames seemed to fade from his boots for a moment as his flight reached its peak, and he looked down upon the chaos he had created. And now, it is time to end this charade that necromancer has concocted with one final move. He shouted with exertion, throwing first one, then the other of his blades towards the earth, the infernos around each flaring up even further. Once more, Sabrac fell from the sky like the descending scythe blade of death, slamming into the falling, mortally injured Gengar and crashing to earth atop it, a comet of pure madder-red strength that hit with far too much force for the ground to withstand.
Once more, the flames of his destruction split down the middle, and his spectral, red eyed form darted through the opening, scooping up his first blade from the crater it had made, and knocking a Ghastly out of his path with enough force to send it flying like a rag doll. His searching hand found the hilt of the first blade's twin as he passed it, a blur of black shadow amidst red fire, and with both of his blades once more, he collided with the final two Ghastlys, not even bothering to block their energy attacks, but merely tearing straight through them without even slowing.
As the mauled, vanishing forms of his final two targets bounced across the fragmented earth, his head lifted and stared back the way he had come, meeting the eyes of the swordsman who had agreed to assist him. And at that exact moment, a single, long opening appeared behind Sabrac, a corridor of flames pointing straight towards the jagged rock upon which Jericho stood. It would only last for a fraction of a second, but Sabrac knew that would be more than enough. He did not speak, but the word seemed to echo across the distance between them, the signal of one warrior to another, spoken in the language of fire and death.
Now.
Ulrich watched the Crimson Lord tear him a pathway toward the necromancer. But what might have appeared to a normal person as a series of highspeed moves appeared to him in almost slow motion. The pathway was complete and Ulrich heard the order to move and he did so. It took three steps for him to appear in front of the necromancer who was still in a state of shock after the fury of attacks thrown by Sabrac. “Hi there can’t talk long because I have to beat you and I only have so much time left ready set go” Ulrich appeared in front of him and delivered a furious uppercut to the jaw of the necromancer sending him flying into the air. Ulrich grinned and held out his hands and two blades of pure blue energy appeared in them. “Lighting Blades!” He smiled and waited for Jericho to land. The only disadvantage of this form is that he was so fast everything else was just lagging around him.
Jericho finally landed and got up right as Ulrich stuck a blade into his stomach. “Gotcha” he said with a smile.
“So you think” Jericho ripped off his mask and let loose a small cloud of poison directly at Ulrich. But by the time the breath left his mouth Ulrich had just walked behind him. “Man you people are just so slow you know that?” he laughed and kicked Jericho away. “Oh by the by the guy who kicked your ass down a mountain gave me some of his special magic power, I guess it slowly kills you from the inside out or something, but I don’t like the slow method and seeing how I only have a little bit more time left” Ulrich jumped back and grinned. “Nexus attack code 002 Laser Circus!” he snapped and a massive dome appeared around Jericho. From the outside it looked solid. But if you were to look closer you would see tiny gaps in it. And if you were inside, you would see that each bit of light was a sword, aimed directly at you. Each of the swords flew inward running Jericho through hundreds of times over before disappeared. By the time it had finished his body was left mostly in pieces and Ulrich had been forced to depower himself. “So zetta slow"
Who you going to call? ME!
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Re: RPG
by The Finch on Mon Oct 29, 2012 1:31 pm
While he was charging his sword, Jacob noticed a figure zoom right towards the chaos that had appeared before him. He had a nice comb of hair and dark red eyes. He seemed to show no emotion as he ran towards the newly sprung up Pokemon.
"Wait!"
He also noticed another man run in as well, but Jacob was more focused on the man in the middle. He seemed to be fighting the Haunters, slicing them up like fresh tomatoes. Suddenly, he noticed a couple of Gengars closing in on him.
Hey, that guy over there look like he might need help! Those Gengars aren't going to kill themselves!
Jacob flew up, high into the air and started flying towards the Gengars.
"Magic Wing: Flame Wing!"
His left wing suddenly ignited in a glorious blaze of orange. He flew rapidly and swung his wing at the 4 Gengars surrounding the man. Jacob heard the Pokemon cry in pain, scared and angry.
"Gengar! Gen-gar...."
When Jacob circled around he noticed that there was a group of Ghastlys about to bombard the man from behind him.
Oh no,you don't!
"Magic Wing: Dust Tornado!"
Suddenly, Jacob's wings started bringing in air rapidly, causing the cool air of the area to mix with the warm air of his wings. He then moved to a side, not wanting the man to be affected by the windy destruction that was coming. He let the now gusty, twisty air go and a powerful tornado appeared, sucking the Ghastlys and their attacks in and promptly taking them away with the wind. When he turned around he noticed the man had been looking at him while he created his tornado. Jacob then noticed that there were some Ghastlys that were trying to fire a sneak attack, trying to take the man down.
"LOOK OUT!"
Jacob quickly pulled out his shield, trying to defend the man, when he heard a voice.
"And then he dies and leaves the poor ghosts scattered around.... I'll take care of you, new friends!"
It's the card girl! How did she do that?
The Pokemon stopped just before they launched their attacks. The girl spoke again.
"And you! Don't pick on my friends! They are weak right now."
Friends? THEY TRIED TO KILL US!
Well... They could be friends. I mean, she's still just a small girl and the Pokemon didn't MEAN to attack, they were just forced to fight...
Meanwhile, he turned back to the man behind him.
"Nice swords you got there! You can cut them Ghosts up like tomatoes with those things!"
"...," replied the man.
'So... uh... my name is Jacob Finch!"
"...," again responded the man.
"Um... what's your name?"
He finally responded after what seemed to be 30 seconds of pure silence.
"The Destructive Blade, Sabrac."
Suddenly, Jacob went into Box Time.
(SABRAC HAS NOW JOINED YOUR PARTY!)
"Wait!"
He also noticed another man run in as well, but Jacob was more focused on the man in the middle. He seemed to be fighting the Haunters, slicing them up like fresh tomatoes. Suddenly, he noticed a couple of Gengars closing in on him.
Hey, that guy over there look like he might need help! Those Gengars aren't going to kill themselves!
Jacob flew up, high into the air and started flying towards the Gengars.
"Magic Wing: Flame Wing!"
His left wing suddenly ignited in a glorious blaze of orange. He flew rapidly and swung his wing at the 4 Gengars surrounding the man. Jacob heard the Pokemon cry in pain, scared and angry.
"Gengar! Gen-gar...."
When Jacob circled around he noticed that there was a group of Ghastlys about to bombard the man from behind him.
Oh no,you don't!
"Magic Wing: Dust Tornado!"
Suddenly, Jacob's wings started bringing in air rapidly, causing the cool air of the area to mix with the warm air of his wings. He then moved to a side, not wanting the man to be affected by the windy destruction that was coming. He let the now gusty, twisty air go and a powerful tornado appeared, sucking the Ghastlys and their attacks in and promptly taking them away with the wind. When he turned around he noticed the man had been looking at him while he created his tornado. Jacob then noticed that there were some Ghastlys that were trying to fire a sneak attack, trying to take the man down.
"LOOK OUT!"
Jacob quickly pulled out his shield, trying to defend the man, when he heard a voice.
"And then he dies and leaves the poor ghosts scattered around.... I'll take care of you, new friends!"
It's the card girl! How did she do that?
The Pokemon stopped just before they launched their attacks. The girl spoke again.
"And you! Don't pick on my friends! They are weak right now."
Friends? THEY TRIED TO KILL US!
Well... They could be friends. I mean, she's still just a small girl and the Pokemon didn't MEAN to attack, they were just forced to fight...
Meanwhile, he turned back to the man behind him.
"Nice swords you got there! You can cut them Ghosts up like tomatoes with those things!"
"...," replied the man.
'So... uh... my name is Jacob Finch!"
"...," again responded the man.
"Um... what's your name?"
He finally responded after what seemed to be 30 seconds of pure silence.
"The Destructive Blade, Sabrac."
Suddenly, Jacob went into Box Time.
(SABRAC HAS NOW JOINED YOUR PARTY!)
I WANT YOU TO SAVE THE WALL AND WATCH PONIES
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The Finch - Joined: Sun Sep 30, 2012 9:55 pm
- Location: 3177 Lansing Dr. St. Ann, MO.
Re: RPG
by Lordxana0 on Mon Oct 29, 2012 8:24 pm
The final ghost pokemon fell and everything was quiet for a few moments. But suddenly Jericho's ruptured gas tank began to spew out the poison into the air. It took the form of Jericho's head and laughed. "Did you really think I would die so easil..."
"Pikachu use Railgun!" the dark clouds that had been summoned by Jericho suddenly became filled with thunder and then struck down to the ground. Specifically they struck down on a very small yellow mouse like mon standing next to a boy in a tattered jacket and dirty baseball cap with a small ball on it. The mouse's entire body coursed with energy. And it let loose that energy in a single massive blast. The blast hit the poison cloud and it exploded in fire. "I have been trying to take that guy out for months, I suppose I have you guys to thank for that" The person who had ordered the creature next to him to attack appeared to be around seventeen years of age. "So I think it is obvious you guys are no fan of Mewtwo, and any enemy of his is one of ours," he put a hand to his ear and his face brightened. "Listen I don't have time to really explain anything, be we are launching a direct attack on Mewtwo right now, if you guys were to help us you could take out his eight elite guard it would be the first step toward bringing him down. You see they each hold a piece of a key that when brought together will open the gate to his lair" He looked around at them. "Okay I assume you guys are okay with this, so I am going to teleport us to the battlefield" they all felt a strange sensation of being teleported and they reappeared a few feets away from a massive battlefield.
The battlefield was in absolute chaos. Sea's of pokemon with black X's on them fought against thousands of humans and Pokemon with the X's. "Just so you guys know my name is Ash, we are going to teleport you and your opponents away from the battlefield so that less damage to our forces is done, if you guys hate me after this I understand. Once you defeat your opponents we will teleport you in front of the gate, your key pieces will come together and unlock it."
They were each teleported far away from each other to different battlefields. In front of them stood small little blobs of pink goo.With a flash of color they became the exact copy of the person they were about to battle. They took on battle stances and smiled getting ready to attack.
Pixelmage- Near a lake
IslaKariese- Forest
Guyshane- Town
AmimsyBorove- City
Victin- Maze
Sicon-Mountain
Lordxana0- Grassy Plane
The Finch- Graveyard.
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"Things are looking bad for your forces" The man in the black armor stated looking down at the Pokemon known as Mewtwo.
"Only for now, soon my forces will destroy the rebels, and then I will be the true king of this world" Mewtwo projected this sentence through a small piggy he kept next to him. He couldn't speak directly due to his lack of a mouth. But he could project his words through over beings.
"Somehow I doubt that" the man opened a portal and sighed. "Perhaps the next experiment will be more of a success"
"Don't you dare question my power!" Mewtwo threw a ball of energy that had enough power to crush a mountain at the man but he simply blocked it with his sword. The sword absorbed all of the power in the ball and glowed a dark red.
"And you shouldn't presume that you are more powerful than me you fool" he calmly walked through the portal leaving the King of Pokemon with a stunned look.
"I don't care what any human says, I am the most powerful of them all. When those eight freaks get here I will show them that" A dark black aura surrounded him.
"Pikachu use Railgun!" the dark clouds that had been summoned by Jericho suddenly became filled with thunder and then struck down to the ground. Specifically they struck down on a very small yellow mouse like mon standing next to a boy in a tattered jacket and dirty baseball cap with a small ball on it. The mouse's entire body coursed with energy. And it let loose that energy in a single massive blast. The blast hit the poison cloud and it exploded in fire. "I have been trying to take that guy out for months, I suppose I have you guys to thank for that" The person who had ordered the creature next to him to attack appeared to be around seventeen years of age. "So I think it is obvious you guys are no fan of Mewtwo, and any enemy of his is one of ours," he put a hand to his ear and his face brightened. "Listen I don't have time to really explain anything, be we are launching a direct attack on Mewtwo right now, if you guys were to help us you could take out his eight elite guard it would be the first step toward bringing him down. You see they each hold a piece of a key that when brought together will open the gate to his lair" He looked around at them. "Okay I assume you guys are okay with this, so I am going to teleport us to the battlefield" they all felt a strange sensation of being teleported and they reappeared a few feets away from a massive battlefield.
The battlefield was in absolute chaos. Sea's of pokemon with black X's on them fought against thousands of humans and Pokemon with the X's. "Just so you guys know my name is Ash, we are going to teleport you and your opponents away from the battlefield so that less damage to our forces is done, if you guys hate me after this I understand. Once you defeat your opponents we will teleport you in front of the gate, your key pieces will come together and unlock it."
They were each teleported far away from each other to different battlefields. In front of them stood small little blobs of pink goo.With a flash of color they became the exact copy of the person they were about to battle. They took on battle stances and smiled getting ready to attack.
Pixelmage- Near a lake
IslaKariese- Forest
Guyshane- Town
AmimsyBorove- City
Victin- Maze
Sicon-Mountain
Lordxana0- Grassy Plane
The Finch- Graveyard.
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"Things are looking bad for your forces" The man in the black armor stated looking down at the Pokemon known as Mewtwo.
"Only for now, soon my forces will destroy the rebels, and then I will be the true king of this world" Mewtwo projected this sentence through a small piggy he kept next to him. He couldn't speak directly due to his lack of a mouth. But he could project his words through over beings.
"Somehow I doubt that" the man opened a portal and sighed. "Perhaps the next experiment will be more of a success"
"Don't you dare question my power!" Mewtwo threw a ball of energy that had enough power to crush a mountain at the man but he simply blocked it with his sword. The sword absorbed all of the power in the ball and glowed a dark red.
"And you shouldn't presume that you are more powerful than me you fool" he calmly walked through the portal leaving the King of Pokemon with a stunned look.
"I don't care what any human says, I am the most powerful of them all. When those eight freaks get here I will show them that" A dark black aura surrounded him.
Who you going to call? ME!
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Lordxana0 - Joined: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:36 pm
- Location: Long Beach
Re: RPG
by Pixelmage on Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:22 pm
Alice had just parted ways with Marisa when the Necromancer was killed. Ulrich used some sort of transformation to deal with him. He was mine. I wanted to kill him. Why did he kill him? She was confused, but couldn’t really focus on that matter as she noticed some of the ghosts still around and without any coordination.
“Hey! The ghosts are alone now!” She ran towards a group of ghosts absorbing them systematically, unfortunately where only a few left. ”And then he dies and leaves the poor ghosts scattered around… I’ll take care of you new Friends!” She said as she passed right before Finch who was shielding himself from a pair of ghosts and promptly absorbed them giving him a scolding remark. “And you! Don’t pick on my friends! They’re weak right now.”
Once that round was done, she was left to ponder on what happened. Marisa’s plan… That was- And once again her calm introspection was interrupted. Somehow she seemed more confused than angry. For this time it was another person, he had just blasted away something around the Necromancer’s corpse and was speaking something about that Mewtwo they were supposed to kill. She didn’t get to hear it. The scene shifted suddenly.
Alice was now overlooking an massacre. Thousands upon thousands of pokemon and humans fought each other as Ash…Ash? That’s his name, right? Explained something about attacking Mewtwo, but she had another thing to understand first. And then the scene shifted again!
“Stop changing ALREADY!” Now she was angry, but was quickly taken by surprise when she noticed the others were not around. “Oh… They are gone? Oh well, I’ll have to look for them later then. Why did they get lost anyway?”
She was now at a lake. The waters were peaceful and there was not a soul in sight. The sunset was nearly over and the moon was starting to rise. A completely different ambient than the one she was in just moments before. Calm, tranquility, stillness. All she need.
That fight earlier… Why did Marisa come to help me? I was… happy but… She didn’t have to do that. Why did she? But then there was the giant… If she didn’t come, then… I don’t understand. Why? Why? Why? She’s not dead! Why? Why? Why? If she’s live, then why did she play with me? Why? Alice was crying now. Confused. Lost. Alone.
Alone? I’m sad because I’m alone? But… I was always alone. I was never sad because I was alone. Why?
“Are you not going to play with me?” A cheerful voice said behind her. Her reflection was there. Alice was looking at her mirror shape.
BGM - Kalki
“Why am I here?” Alice asked in response. The new Alice was quite different from her, and she noticed it. They were identical to each other in looks, but the other Alice was immaculately clean. Her dress perfectly straight. Even her demeanor suggested that she was well rested and perhaps even bored. Alice noticed all that. “Why do I need to play with my reflection?”
“You want to play, don’t you? All you ever want to do is to play!” She was giggling and teasing, a perfect imitation of Alice’s own usual tone. But Alice was no longer her usual self. Those words hurt her. She didn’t want to play with an image of herself anymore. Her reflection was wrong.
“I’m not here to play! Why are you here?!” Alice demanded of her mirror self.
“Is that really important? Come on, me, let’s dance!” With that, the reflection advanced. Too close. Her own cards blinking to strike Alice down. But as always, the Jack of Hearts was there to shield it’s master. They both started dancing.
Running in circles around each other. Cards clashing faster than a casual observer could discern, too close to each other to risk an direct spell. Even one not as big as Megido could be dangerous only a few steps from the target. They continued to dance and fiercely strike against each other. The mirror Alice giggling madly and keeping the pace effortlessly, while Alice herself was beyond simple confusion, she was mindless, lost. She no longer cried, but this was a fight she wasn’t actually fighting.
“Why? Why do I have to play alone?”
“You’re always alone, aren’t you? Of course you are. You’re me.”
“NO! I’m not you. You’re a reflection! Why do I have to pla-. Fight! Why do I have to fight a mirror?!”
“So you’re not playing anymore? Fine by me.” The reflection’s reaction was fierce. It’s four cards diving towards Alice, crashing with her Jack of Hearts and launching the girl towards the edge of the lake.
“Why? I don’t understand! Why? Why?! Are you dead… Am I dead?” Alice’s vision was blurred, her whole body ached. She was tired. Whenever this happened her uncles would protect her. Let her rest. Where were they now? She couldn’t understand! They left her alone?
“Oh… I guess you’re thinking about those two right about now, aren’t you?” The teasing reflection continued, walking slowly towards the dazed Alice. “Nebiros, Belial. You call them uncles… How foolish! You’re no more than a toy for these demons!”
“STOP!” Alice screamed, raising to her feet. Once again clashing cards against her reflection. “Uncle Nebiros taught me a lot of things! Uncle Belial always protected me! I’m not a toy!”
“So what are you?” The question was simple, but one without an answer.
“I… I…” Stunned again, Alice was launched by a second onslaught of the reflection’s cards.
“You are a toy. Nobody likes you anymore. They threw you away. They forgot you exist!” The reflection’s words were mercyless. And happy. The giggling never stopped. The scene was one of a child playing with a bug. “Belial always protected you? Then where is he now? Nebiros taught you some spells… Well, that one is true, let’s see how good they are, shall we?”
Alice was on the ground once again, looking up at a perfect image of herself. Her dress isn’t even dirty… She’s… Not me! She can’t be me! As the reflections words began to ring. She was playing… She could end this, yet she was playing! She’s using me like a toy! The realization sent Alice to tears once again. She had barely any strength of will to get up, but she had to.
“Maragi!” The reflection called, as a firestorm the size of a house emerged around the fallen Alice.
“Mazio!” Even before the fire faded a shower of thunderbolts fell at the place where the girl was.
“Magaru!” A third spell, this time a blast of razor wind, cutting through the effects of the other two to reveal the damage that series of spells had caused.
Alice was standing once again. Bleeding from several shallow cuts from the last wind blast, her already dirty and crumpled dress now with several brunt patches. Her cards once again saving her life, but not without cost. She… wants to kill? Me?
Uncle Belial and Uncle Nebiros abandoned me? No… That… That’s not true! The orb said that it brought me here… It didn’t bring them… They didn’t abandon me! They must be worried… The teasing and provoking somehow had helped her understand at least some of what burned her mind.
I’m a toy? Then… Why did Marisa help me? That… That… I… She looked at the perfect reflection once again. She would have time to think about that later. When she was alone. Maybe she could even ask Marisa why did she help her. Yes. That was it. She would ask Marisa. But later. She had a fight to finish.
“You’re right. Uncle Nebiros taught me a lot of spells.” She said pacing towards the other girl. Her cards nowhere in sight. The reflection’s cards surrounded her. Spears at her neck. Alice stopped walking, her bloodied face looking straight into the other Alice’s eyes.
BGM - Final Reckoning
“Spells like this one.” She glanced at the cards surrounding her and whispered. “Mamudoon” All of her reflection’s cards vanished as if dragged to the underground by an unseen force. The reflection shrieked in horror.
“That… That spell does not work on the dead! Why did you-?”
“You’re not dead.” Alice cut her speech. “You’re not me.” Alice now summoned a knife. Her cards would work too. But this creature had to be dealt with by the hands of Alice herself. The reflection’s eyes widened. It didn’t remember anything of that sort… Alice fighting with her own arms? Insanity! She was bluffing, she couldn’t do it.
The mirror Alice started to pace backwards. “Megi-“
“Go ahead.” Alice stopped walking a couple steps out of reach. “You don’t know that spell. Uncle Nebiros taught me. Not you. Blow yourself up if you want. You no longer have those fake cards, fake me. How do you think you’ll survive that one spell?” A malicious grin now in Alice’s bloodied face.
The fake Alice froze. Alice took that moment to leap at the other girl, brandishing her silver knife recklessly at the other girl. Slashing and stabbing mindlessly. There was no plan, no reason; she was simply indulging in pure violence.
Alice was not a fighter; she couldn’t hope to assault any enemy in this manner and hope to succeed. But her victim was a reflection of herself, the fake Alice could not hope to defend herself from such an assault in the same manner that Alice wouldn’t be able to do it without her cards.
The figure that emerged from the carnage was a sight from nightmares. Alice stood above the fake girl, her knife dripping glistering red blood. Her face, arms… Her whole body bloody from the mix of her own cuts and the sprays she drew from the fake girl. Her purple dress soaked beyond recognition.
“At least now you look like me.” Her face was impassive, looking down at the still alive reflection. It was also drenched in blood, crying soundlessly, with it’s dress shredded it’s eyes alone a plea for mercy.
“You know a lot. You know that the dead are my friends. And you know that you’re not dead. No need to pretend.” All the air around Alice was getting colder. “But you can be my friend. You wanted to play, right? I can let you play with me.”
Droplets of water forming around her. She looked down at the expression of pure horror in the reflection's face.
“You’ll play with me. As long as you Die for Me.”
The reflection simply stopped living. The stillness was absolute. Even the grass around Alice decayed, as if Death itself had touched that place. Countless strings of power started flowing up from the corpse into Alice as she looked up to the moon. She couldn’t help but think. All this blood… It looks pretty under the moonlight.
“Hey! The ghosts are alone now!” She ran towards a group of ghosts absorbing them systematically, unfortunately where only a few left. ”And then he dies and leaves the poor ghosts scattered around… I’ll take care of you new Friends!” She said as she passed right before Finch who was shielding himself from a pair of ghosts and promptly absorbed them giving him a scolding remark. “And you! Don’t pick on my friends! They’re weak right now.”
Once that round was done, she was left to ponder on what happened. Marisa’s plan… That was- And once again her calm introspection was interrupted. Somehow she seemed more confused than angry. For this time it was another person, he had just blasted away something around the Necromancer’s corpse and was speaking something about that Mewtwo they were supposed to kill. She didn’t get to hear it. The scene shifted suddenly.
Alice was now overlooking an massacre. Thousands upon thousands of pokemon and humans fought each other as Ash…Ash? That’s his name, right? Explained something about attacking Mewtwo, but she had another thing to understand first. And then the scene shifted again!
“Stop changing ALREADY!” Now she was angry, but was quickly taken by surprise when she noticed the others were not around. “Oh… They are gone? Oh well, I’ll have to look for them later then. Why did they get lost anyway?”
She was now at a lake. The waters were peaceful and there was not a soul in sight. The sunset was nearly over and the moon was starting to rise. A completely different ambient than the one she was in just moments before. Calm, tranquility, stillness. All she need.
That fight earlier… Why did Marisa come to help me? I was… happy but… She didn’t have to do that. Why did she? But then there was the giant… If she didn’t come, then… I don’t understand. Why? Why? Why? She’s not dead! Why? Why? Why? If she’s live, then why did she play with me? Why? Alice was crying now. Confused. Lost. Alone.
Alone? I’m sad because I’m alone? But… I was always alone. I was never sad because I was alone. Why?
“Are you not going to play with me?” A cheerful voice said behind her. Her reflection was there. Alice was looking at her mirror shape.
BGM - Kalki
“Why am I here?” Alice asked in response. The new Alice was quite different from her, and she noticed it. They were identical to each other in looks, but the other Alice was immaculately clean. Her dress perfectly straight. Even her demeanor suggested that she was well rested and perhaps even bored. Alice noticed all that. “Why do I need to play with my reflection?”
“You want to play, don’t you? All you ever want to do is to play!” She was giggling and teasing, a perfect imitation of Alice’s own usual tone. But Alice was no longer her usual self. Those words hurt her. She didn’t want to play with an image of herself anymore. Her reflection was wrong.
“I’m not here to play! Why are you here?!” Alice demanded of her mirror self.
“Is that really important? Come on, me, let’s dance!” With that, the reflection advanced. Too close. Her own cards blinking to strike Alice down. But as always, the Jack of Hearts was there to shield it’s master. They both started dancing.
Running in circles around each other. Cards clashing faster than a casual observer could discern, too close to each other to risk an direct spell. Even one not as big as Megido could be dangerous only a few steps from the target. They continued to dance and fiercely strike against each other. The mirror Alice giggling madly and keeping the pace effortlessly, while Alice herself was beyond simple confusion, she was mindless, lost. She no longer cried, but this was a fight she wasn’t actually fighting.
“Why? Why do I have to play alone?”
“You’re always alone, aren’t you? Of course you are. You’re me.”
“NO! I’m not you. You’re a reflection! Why do I have to pla-. Fight! Why do I have to fight a mirror?!”
“So you’re not playing anymore? Fine by me.” The reflection’s reaction was fierce. It’s four cards diving towards Alice, crashing with her Jack of Hearts and launching the girl towards the edge of the lake.
“Why? I don’t understand! Why? Why?! Are you dead… Am I dead?” Alice’s vision was blurred, her whole body ached. She was tired. Whenever this happened her uncles would protect her. Let her rest. Where were they now? She couldn’t understand! They left her alone?
“Oh… I guess you’re thinking about those two right about now, aren’t you?” The teasing reflection continued, walking slowly towards the dazed Alice. “Nebiros, Belial. You call them uncles… How foolish! You’re no more than a toy for these demons!”
“STOP!” Alice screamed, raising to her feet. Once again clashing cards against her reflection. “Uncle Nebiros taught me a lot of things! Uncle Belial always protected me! I’m not a toy!”
“So what are you?” The question was simple, but one without an answer.
“I… I…” Stunned again, Alice was launched by a second onslaught of the reflection’s cards.
“You are a toy. Nobody likes you anymore. They threw you away. They forgot you exist!” The reflection’s words were mercyless. And happy. The giggling never stopped. The scene was one of a child playing with a bug. “Belial always protected you? Then where is he now? Nebiros taught you some spells… Well, that one is true, let’s see how good they are, shall we?”
Alice was on the ground once again, looking up at a perfect image of herself. Her dress isn’t even dirty… She’s… Not me! She can’t be me! As the reflections words began to ring. She was playing… She could end this, yet she was playing! She’s using me like a toy! The realization sent Alice to tears once again. She had barely any strength of will to get up, but she had to.
“Maragi!” The reflection called, as a firestorm the size of a house emerged around the fallen Alice.
“Mazio!” Even before the fire faded a shower of thunderbolts fell at the place where the girl was.
“Magaru!” A third spell, this time a blast of razor wind, cutting through the effects of the other two to reveal the damage that series of spells had caused.
Alice was standing once again. Bleeding from several shallow cuts from the last wind blast, her already dirty and crumpled dress now with several brunt patches. Her cards once again saving her life, but not without cost. She… wants to kill? Me?
Uncle Belial and Uncle Nebiros abandoned me? No… That… That’s not true! The orb said that it brought me here… It didn’t bring them… They didn’t abandon me! They must be worried… The teasing and provoking somehow had helped her understand at least some of what burned her mind.
I’m a toy? Then… Why did Marisa help me? That… That… I… She looked at the perfect reflection once again. She would have time to think about that later. When she was alone. Maybe she could even ask Marisa why did she help her. Yes. That was it. She would ask Marisa. But later. She had a fight to finish.
“You’re right. Uncle Nebiros taught me a lot of spells.” She said pacing towards the other girl. Her cards nowhere in sight. The reflection’s cards surrounded her. Spears at her neck. Alice stopped walking, her bloodied face looking straight into the other Alice’s eyes.
BGM - Final Reckoning
“Spells like this one.” She glanced at the cards surrounding her and whispered. “Mamudoon” All of her reflection’s cards vanished as if dragged to the underground by an unseen force. The reflection shrieked in horror.
“That… That spell does not work on the dead! Why did you-?”
“You’re not dead.” Alice cut her speech. “You’re not me.” Alice now summoned a knife. Her cards would work too. But this creature had to be dealt with by the hands of Alice herself. The reflection’s eyes widened. It didn’t remember anything of that sort… Alice fighting with her own arms? Insanity! She was bluffing, she couldn’t do it.
The mirror Alice started to pace backwards. “Megi-“
“Go ahead.” Alice stopped walking a couple steps out of reach. “You don’t know that spell. Uncle Nebiros taught me. Not you. Blow yourself up if you want. You no longer have those fake cards, fake me. How do you think you’ll survive that one spell?” A malicious grin now in Alice’s bloodied face.
The fake Alice froze. Alice took that moment to leap at the other girl, brandishing her silver knife recklessly at the other girl. Slashing and stabbing mindlessly. There was no plan, no reason; she was simply indulging in pure violence.
Alice was not a fighter; she couldn’t hope to assault any enemy in this manner and hope to succeed. But her victim was a reflection of herself, the fake Alice could not hope to defend herself from such an assault in the same manner that Alice wouldn’t be able to do it without her cards.
The figure that emerged from the carnage was a sight from nightmares. Alice stood above the fake girl, her knife dripping glistering red blood. Her face, arms… Her whole body bloody from the mix of her own cuts and the sprays she drew from the fake girl. Her purple dress soaked beyond recognition.
“At least now you look like me.” Her face was impassive, looking down at the still alive reflection. It was also drenched in blood, crying soundlessly, with it’s dress shredded it’s eyes alone a plea for mercy.
“You know a lot. You know that the dead are my friends. And you know that you’re not dead. No need to pretend.” All the air around Alice was getting colder. “But you can be my friend. You wanted to play, right? I can let you play with me.”
Droplets of water forming around her. She looked down at the expression of pure horror in the reflection's face.
“You’ll play with me. As long as you Die for Me.”
- Atashi no tameni, shinde kureru?
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The reflection simply stopped living. The stillness was absolute. Even the grass around Alice decayed, as if Death itself had touched that place. Countless strings of power started flowing up from the corpse into Alice as she looked up to the moon. She couldn’t help but think. All this blood… It looks pretty under the moonlight.
"Yami ni madoishi awarena kage yo
Hito o kizutsuke otoshimete,
Tsumi ni oboreshi gō no tama,
Ippen... shinde miru?"
Hito o kizutsuke otoshimete,
Tsumi ni oboreshi gō no tama,
Ippen... shinde miru?"
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Pixelmage - Joined: Sun Sep 30, 2012 2:08 pm
- Location: Brazil
Re: RPG
by The Finch on Tue Oct 30, 2012 6:38 pm
Jacob finally came out of Box Time. He noticed that the man with the tank... had somehow transformed into a giant head!
THIS DID NOT JUST HAPPEN.
"Did you think you could defeat me so easi-"
Suddenly...
"Pikachu, use Railgun!"
Suddenly, dark clouds swelled above Jericho and then a massive bolt of lightning came down, electrifying the man's head to a crispy, golden glaze. The thunder also managed to cause the cloud above him to explode.
"Cool..."
The teenager, who looked about 17, then spoke.
"I've been trying to take that guy out for months! I guess I have you guys to thank for that. It seems to me that you guys are no fans of Mewtwo, and an enemy of his is one of ours."
He then put his hand to his ear.
"Listen, I don't have much time to explain anything, because we are going to launch a direct attack on Mewtwo right now. If you guys were to help us, you could take out his Elite 8. It would be the first step of taking him down, as each of them hold a part of the key to his lair."
After a small bit of murmuring, the boy spoke.
"Okay, I assume that you all are ok with this, so I'm going to teleport you to the battlefield."
Wait, Battlefield?
Jacob felt a strange sensation inside of him and suddenly went POOF!
He repoofed a couple of feet away from a giant battlefield. Inside, Jacob saw Pokemon with the X's like he had already seen and humans fighting back against them.
"Just to let you know, my name is Ash. We're going to teleport you to where the 8 are. When you defeat them, we will teleport you back to the battlefield gate, in which the key pieces will unlock the gate."
Suddenly, Jacob felt the sensation agai- POOF!
He disappeared again and reappeared in a giant graveyard. The graves were various, with the names of Pokemon and humans galore. He noticed that there was something... pink... on one of the graves in front of him.
"Ditto!" said the glob of pink.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, the Ditto grew in size, the globbiness mashing itself into arms and feet. It then gained a coat of color, and what appeared to be two wings, much alike to his very own. The Ditto then finished its transformation and grew a beak.
Jacob moved closer to the new being, looking in it's eyes. The Ditto looked back, copying the moves that Jacob was doing.
Eye to eye, cheek to cheek, even feather to feather, it copyed Jacob with the slightest of ease.
"Hey, no fair! You didn't get my nose right!"
Then, the Ditto slammed his claws on Jacob with a massive force.
BATTLE: Jacob Finch VS. Jacob Finch
"YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THAT!"
"Ditto, dit dit dit to!"
He suddenly flew up into the air and flew away. The fake realized what he was doing and flew up too and grabbed Finch by his legs and threw him down to the ground.
"Oh come on!"
The fake Finch then closed his wings and started to dive down.
Crap!
Jacob decided to pull out his shield and hope for the best.
(CLANK!)
The hard beak of the fake Finch came smashing down on the shield, causing the shield to burst with the beak clogged inside.
"DIT... DIT... DIT," responded the Ditto, trying to pull his beak out of the shield.
Crap, what can I do? Think, think, think... What about this Green Stuff(TM) I still have?
He fumbled in his inventory and pulled out the bottle of the Green Stuff(TM) he had from Marco and flew rapidly towards the Finch.
"Ditto!" responded the Finch after he pulled himself out of the shield, his mouth agape for breathing.
THIS IS MY ONLY CHANCE
He threw the bottle with all the strength he had and saw the bottle fly towards the Ditto's mouth.
"GULP!"
The majesty of the Green Stuff(TM) flowed through the Dittos body, causing the Ditto to scream in pure harmony.
"Ditto..." The glob replied, melting in pure ectasy from the Green Stuff(TM).
The Fake Finch finally melted away, causing a weird piece of gold to appear.
"This is the key piece Ash was talking about!"
He picked up the key, noticing that the key piece had a fiqure that looked like him on it. He put it in his pocket and felt the strange sensation come aga- POOF!
THIS DID NOT JUST HAPPEN.
"Did you think you could defeat me so easi-"
Suddenly...
"Pikachu, use Railgun!"
Suddenly, dark clouds swelled above Jericho and then a massive bolt of lightning came down, electrifying the man's head to a crispy, golden glaze. The thunder also managed to cause the cloud above him to explode.
"Cool..."
The teenager, who looked about 17, then spoke.
"I've been trying to take that guy out for months! I guess I have you guys to thank for that. It seems to me that you guys are no fans of Mewtwo, and an enemy of his is one of ours."
He then put his hand to his ear.
"Listen, I don't have much time to explain anything, because we are going to launch a direct attack on Mewtwo right now. If you guys were to help us, you could take out his Elite 8. It would be the first step of taking him down, as each of them hold a part of the key to his lair."
After a small bit of murmuring, the boy spoke.
"Okay, I assume that you all are ok with this, so I'm going to teleport you to the battlefield."
Wait, Battlefield?
Jacob felt a strange sensation inside of him and suddenly went POOF!
He repoofed a couple of feet away from a giant battlefield. Inside, Jacob saw Pokemon with the X's like he had already seen and humans fighting back against them.
"Just to let you know, my name is Ash. We're going to teleport you to where the 8 are. When you defeat them, we will teleport you back to the battlefield gate, in which the key pieces will unlock the gate."
Suddenly, Jacob felt the sensation agai- POOF!
He disappeared again and reappeared in a giant graveyard. The graves were various, with the names of Pokemon and humans galore. He noticed that there was something... pink... on one of the graves in front of him.
"Ditto!" said the glob of pink.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, the Ditto grew in size, the globbiness mashing itself into arms and feet. It then gained a coat of color, and what appeared to be two wings, much alike to his very own. The Ditto then finished its transformation and grew a beak.
Jacob moved closer to the new being, looking in it's eyes. The Ditto looked back, copying the moves that Jacob was doing.
Eye to eye, cheek to cheek, even feather to feather, it copyed Jacob with the slightest of ease.
"Hey, no fair! You didn't get my nose right!"
Then, the Ditto slammed his claws on Jacob with a massive force.
BATTLE: Jacob Finch VS. Jacob Finch
"YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THAT!"
"Ditto, dit dit dit to!"
He suddenly flew up into the air and flew away. The fake realized what he was doing and flew up too and grabbed Finch by his legs and threw him down to the ground.
"Oh come on!"
The fake Finch then closed his wings and started to dive down.
Crap!
Jacob decided to pull out his shield and hope for the best.
(CLANK!)
The hard beak of the fake Finch came smashing down on the shield, causing the shield to burst with the beak clogged inside.
"DIT... DIT... DIT," responded the Ditto, trying to pull his beak out of the shield.
Crap, what can I do? Think, think, think... What about this Green Stuff(TM) I still have?
He fumbled in his inventory and pulled out the bottle of the Green Stuff(TM) he had from Marco and flew rapidly towards the Finch.
"Ditto!" responded the Finch after he pulled himself out of the shield, his mouth agape for breathing.
THIS IS MY ONLY CHANCE
He threw the bottle with all the strength he had and saw the bottle fly towards the Ditto's mouth.
"GULP!"
The majesty of the Green Stuff(TM) flowed through the Dittos body, causing the Ditto to scream in pure harmony.
"Ditto..." The glob replied, melting in pure ectasy from the Green Stuff(TM).
The Fake Finch finally melted away, causing a weird piece of gold to appear.
"This is the key piece Ash was talking about!"
He picked up the key, noticing that the key piece had a fiqure that looked like him on it. He put it in his pocket and felt the strange sensation come aga- POOF!
I WANT YOU TO SAVE THE WALL AND WATCH PONIES
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Re: RPG
by Guyshane on Wed Oct 31, 2012 5:28 am
After the battle had ended someone had teleported them out to a battlefield explained something about elite guards before teleporting them somewhere else before any of the group had time to argue. What in the hell is going on? Well at least I’m not alone.Red turned around to find that he was in fact alone. Dammit.Red then looked at his surrounding environment. It had been a small town once, the sign bearing the name Pallet town was still standing, if only barely. Now the town was rundown and where there had once been trees there were only burned out husks, a small body of water that looked like it led out to the ocean, Well not as bad as I would have expected considering the conditions of everything else in town but its certainly seen better days. Then a tumbleweed rolled by. Red stopped and stared at that. How? Even if the plant life here is gone, How? The climate of this area wouldn’t even support that type of plant.Red was drawn away from his distraction by movement nearby. He turned and saw an older man in what had once been a white lab coat which was now a grayish-brown mess. “Who are you?” Red asked. The man said: “That’s not important you need to get inside before he sees you.” Red sighed .I hate seeing people who have given up “Please just point me to the area where no one is hiding, I can beat him but my fighting style tends to involve a lot of explosions” The man just shook his head and pointed to a far building in the town. Red nodded his thanks and continued onward. Who the hell is the guard that so many people are scared of it?Then the door of the building opened and Red prepared himself for the worst. Out of the building emerged…a small pinkish-purple blob. Red was completely dumbfounded. Wha- this is….what? WHAT?!? It cant be this! Whats it going to do stain my robe? Then the blob started changing. It grew to a greater hight, gained a reddish hue, weapons forming out of it’s hands. Red watched in shock as the little thing changed into a mirror image of him. Oh crap. “Now are you scared” the doppelganger asked in a voice matching Red’s own. “Well I’m certainly more scared than when I was seeing the result of a miserable excuse for a science project. “Talk, talk, talk that’s all you do…Have you ever considered talking less and focusing more on the fight?” Red pretended to be baffled “But where is the fun in that?” The imitator seemed to be annoyed and there a fire ball at Red. Which Red easily dodged with the Haste spell he had cast mid-banter. The clone seem surprised. “Its called multi-tasking jackass.” The clones response was to throw another fireball. Red dodged it again. “why are you even fighting?” not-Red asked. “Its not like you want to go back to the College where everyone hates you and the Archmage blocks your advancement at every turn. Even your friends betrayed you, you think they didn’t know what that book did? Of course they did you fool they-“ “are you done monologing yet?” Red interrupted. Although I am worried what with all this exciment I haven’t had time to stop and think about that.“Oh by the way” not-Red shouted. “ Haste has worn off now” Red knew he was right and there were inherit risks in making your body move faster than it should. As not-Red through another fireball at him Red threw his own to counter it. The result was a large explosion that lit several nearby buildings on fire. Now Not-Red really started pouring on the heat and Red was struggling to dodge or counter the assault of fire and lightning . Until he was forced to take shelter inside one of the buildings that wasn’t on fire. Which didn’t actually help once not-Red started blasting away portions with lightning. “You are just a pathetic, *zap* failure of a wizard, *zap* who is too scared to use his most powerful spells” So this is what its like to be a person who is annoyed by me…wait no he’s like me but he isn’t nearly as funny, plus he isn’t fighting how I would fight which means that he must have gotten just enough of my personality to mess with me. Yea that makes sense, it’s how I would do it. Which means he doesn’t actually think like me. Which means he wont see this next trick coming.
{{{PERSPECTIVE SHIFT}}}
The pokemon knew that he had this pathetic human on the run. He continued to yell out insults designed to undermine his target’s confidence “…How could you possibly think a cow spell is useful?” not-Red then saw a flutter of a red robe. There you are.Not-Red threw another lightning bolt right at the target and was rewarded with a large explosion. Now to finish him off. Then he heard a voice: “Don’t knock it until you try it dumbass.” Not-Red whirled around to see a tall man with blonde hair and beard, dressed in dark pants and a red shirt holding a sword in one hand. Then he had to dodge a cow that almost fell on top of him.
{{{PERSPECTIVE SHIFT}}}
Perfect! everything is going according to plan.The doppelganger had attacked the scarecrow that Red had quickly made out of his staff and robe. Then Red had snuck up behind him. Now he was using the summon cow spell constantly, causing a small shower of cows to fall towards the clone. Come on I just need to get lucky once- there’s my chance!The clone had smashed into a falling cow while dodging another, now one of the cows was standing over not-Red preventing him from getting up. Now red held his sword up to the sky and started working his magic. Thunderbolt after Thunderbolt striking the sword. Red then heard swearing and saw the clone struggling to his feet. Then Red pointed the sword at the clone and unleashed all the accumulated energy at the clone in on blinding blast. The shockwave knocked Red down, when he could see and hear again Red got to his feet and saw his sword was a wreck from the energy it had channeled. He left it where it lay. Next he went over and collected his staff and robe. The staff was completely, the robe was mostly intact but now was much closer to a long cloak. Still at least the hood and the mantle are intact.As he slipped the cloak over his shoulders and pulled the hood up, he walked over to the aftermath and saw a scorch mark shaped an awful lot like his doppleganger burned into the ground, a small metal shape in the ashes. But that’s odd I don’t see residues for the cows.He looked toward the skies. The power would have been sufficient to catapult them, but no, they couldn’t have survived…could they?He was left to ponder until he was teleported back.
{{{PERSPECTIVE SHIFT}}}
The pokemon knew that he had this pathetic human on the run. He continued to yell out insults designed to undermine his target’s confidence “…How could you possibly think a cow spell is useful?” not-Red then saw a flutter of a red robe. There you are.Not-Red threw another lightning bolt right at the target and was rewarded with a large explosion. Now to finish him off. Then he heard a voice: “Don’t knock it until you try it dumbass.” Not-Red whirled around to see a tall man with blonde hair and beard, dressed in dark pants and a red shirt holding a sword in one hand. Then he had to dodge a cow that almost fell on top of him.
{{{PERSPECTIVE SHIFT}}}
Perfect! everything is going according to plan.The doppelganger had attacked the scarecrow that Red had quickly made out of his staff and robe. Then Red had snuck up behind him. Now he was using the summon cow spell constantly, causing a small shower of cows to fall towards the clone. Come on I just need to get lucky once- there’s my chance!The clone had smashed into a falling cow while dodging another, now one of the cows was standing over not-Red preventing him from getting up. Now red held his sword up to the sky and started working his magic. Thunderbolt after Thunderbolt striking the sword. Red then heard swearing and saw the clone struggling to his feet. Then Red pointed the sword at the clone and unleashed all the accumulated energy at the clone in on blinding blast. The shockwave knocked Red down, when he could see and hear again Red got to his feet and saw his sword was a wreck from the energy it had channeled. He left it where it lay. Next he went over and collected his staff and robe. The staff was completely, the robe was mostly intact but now was much closer to a long cloak. Still at least the hood and the mantle are intact.As he slipped the cloak over his shoulders and pulled the hood up, he walked over to the aftermath and saw a scorch mark shaped an awful lot like his doppleganger burned into the ground, a small metal shape in the ashes. But that’s odd I don’t see residues for the cows.He looked toward the skies. The power would have been sufficient to catapult them, but no, they couldn’t have survived…could they?He was left to ponder until he was teleported back.
I say we nuke it from orbit...its the only way to be sure.
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Guyshane - Joined: Fri Sep 28, 2012 9:45 pm
Re: RPG
by AMimsyBorogove on Wed Oct 31, 2012 11:15 pm
(A short introduction before I begin. This post has been split into two parts, because to be honest, it was so big that it broke the forum's 60000 character limit. Hehe. Anyway, this is without a doubt the biggest fight scene I have ever written, and I think I did pretty well, so I hope you all enjoy it. Also, for an added bonus, I've included more references - image and otherwise - to random memes, mostly from anime, than any one post has any right to have in it. So, yeah, see if you can find them all. Also, make sure to listen to the BGMs for maximum epic levels.
Now then, enjoy the post. =D)
Events had taken place so quickly, even Marisa was getting a little disoriented. At one moment, a boy with an apparently-tame yellow mouse creature dropped from the air, and then he suddenly moved them all to a different location. As this new place was much closer to the ground that where Marisa had been casually hovering, she had a momentary bit of trouble righting herself, and nearly faceplanted off of her broom. Fortunately, her unnaturally good balance, honed by years of flying, managed to keep her upright, but by the time she had recovered, she barely had a second to register the directions she was being given before she was abruptly teleported to a new location, and started the whole process over again, this time without as much success as she'd had the last time.
BGM: Illusion of Sky
Slowly rising from where she had landed on her face, Marisa rose with a groan, and, dusting off her clothes, looked around. Unlike the plateau overlooking some kind of battle, where she had appeared a moment before, it now seemed she was in the middle of the streets of some sort of gigantic village, of a type she'd never seen before. Marisa Kirisame had traveled to all sorts of strange places, from the shopping districts of the old underground Hell to the floating gardens of the Netherworld and Hakugyokurou. But in all that time, she didn't think she had ever seen such a strange city.
The buildings were all made of some gray material that looked sort of like stone, and all of them were tall enough to cause even the Witch to be taken momentarily aback. Even the normal buildings by the side of the gigantic roadway on which she had found herself standing were at least as tall as the Scarlet Devil Mansion, if not as large. Actually, that was an apt comparison, for the masonry at work here seemed similar, if a great deal less elegant, to that building's grandiose structure.
And yet, despite the massive nature of the buildings, let alone the city itself, Marisa could make out no signs that anyone had lived in this place in recent history. The windowpanes in shops by the side of the road were smashed, and several large chunks of stone had crumbled from the buildings throughout the city. The once-busy street upon which Marisa stood was now largely empty, save for some sort of gigantic, semi-cylindrical yellow thing that might have been some kind of vehicle, although the label of "bus" on its side did very little to give Marisa any sort of knowledge of what the battered, overturned contraption might once have been, or what purpose it served.
"Welcome, da ze~!" The sudden voice from behind her snapped Marisa out of her reverie, too familiar not to be recognized, and yet too impossible to be believed. That speech pattern, carefree, forceful tone, and that choice of words could only have been one person speaking, and yet, even when Marisa spun about rapidly and met the gaze of the one who had addressed her, she still couldn't believe it.
That voice, that face... it seemed impossible, and yet, they were her own!
No, that wasn't quite right. Although the seemingly-identical copy was very well made, Marisa could tell in an instant that an imitation was all that stood before her. The phony's hair was a pale hue of gold, whereas Marisa's unkempt locks shone in a bronze hue, the slight red-gold hue of which distinguished it from the pure blonde hair of her counterpart. The eyes, too, were just a little bit off, with Marisa's own amber gaze differing ever-so-slightly from the sickly yellow gleam of the copy's cat-like orbs. But these weren't the only differences, Marisa realized, for the copy had apparently chosen as its attire a different costume from her usual, wearing in the place of Marisa's own black dress and white apron a black, blue, and white dress with a matching scarf, an attire that the young witch immediately recognized as the garb she had worn during her trip to the Hell of Blazing Fires.
But despite these tiny changes, like the minute adaptations of an artist's pen as he revises his work, this fake was undoubtedly, unmistakably, a second Marisa Kirisame.
"Wahaha! Surprised to see me, ze~?" The copy asked, giving a rather annoying imitation of the Witch's trademark raucous laugh, dropping Marisa's own customary sentence ending with a particular emphasis, as though taunting her with it. No, actually, it was taunting her with that speech particle, for it showed that this being knew exactly who she was, down to her unconscious habits and patterns of speech! In that case, did it know everything about her? About all of her spells, adventures, and abilities? For the first time in her life, perhaps, Marisa noticed that her attitude and current expression of simmering anger perfectly matched that of the purple-haired librarian of the Scarlet Devil Mansion upon being shot with Marisa's knock off of her own signature Non-Directional Laser. This copy... had it stolen all of her spells? It had taken her years to collect all of that magic, and now some copy was showing up and rubbing it in her face that all of those abilities could just as easily be copied from her? Marisa didn't know who was behind this, but she had a feeling that they were in for a gratuitous amount of 'Sparking when she found them. Who the hell did they think they were, stealing everything about her, up to and including her own tendency to steal things?!
"Who are you?" Marisa asked coldly, tightening her grip on her broom and raising the Mini-Hakkero to fire at a moment's notice.
"Who do you think I am, ze~? Don't you know just by looking?" The fake Marisa gave a rather twisted grin, perhaps even going beyond her own in terms of sheer smugness. "I'm the Witch of Rainstorms and the Magic Forest," It began, introducing itself in the exactly same manner as she had earlier that day when she had been talking to that swordsman kid with the gigantic forehead in the lobby just a few hours prior!
"The Stardust Berserker, etcetera etcetera, Ordinary Black Magician, Marisa Kirisame," Marisa finished, before giving a sardonic sneer of her own and abruptly flaring the power of the Hakkero, sending a spread of bright green stars flying towards the copy, which leaped out of the way at the last second as the ground beneath it was consumed by blue stardust. Hovering in the air, it brought its own broom beneath it, and hovered there, looking down at its match with an expression of slight surprise.
"Yeah... no. You're not," Marisa said, her voice very calm, sparing none of her usual cheerfulness as she grinned up at her enemy. But, despite this facade, her look and attitude expressed a killing intent that rivaled even that of the madder assassin during the battle with that necromancer a few moments before. The air between them was almost tangible with the magical power that had already begun to build up, causing sparks of lightning to flash brightly in the once-clear sky as the light around them began to be consumed as the Hakkero powered up. The world grew dark and overcast, and the wind began to rise, picking up bits of garbage and dust and carrying them spiraling ever upward, like a miniature tornado at the center of which stood the righteously indignant Witch. "I don't know who or what you really are, or who sent you, kid, and I don't know what you know or think you know, but there can be only one Black Magician, second strongest in all of Gensokyo. The only one who's allowed to steal other people's precious things is me, the Witch Marisa Kirisame! If you think you can just waltz in and steal everything I've worked to gain, then just you try! I'll show you that an impostor like you can't ever hope to surpass the real deal!" Marisa proclaimed confidently, the blue light of magic building up around her. After all, why shouldn't she be confident? Even if this fake knew all of her spells, it wouldn't help her execute attacks of her own. Marisa's magic was special, requiring the energy of the powerful magical reactor she now held in her hand, a one-of-a-kind instrument of arcane wonder that could never possibly be replicated in its entire complex structure by anyone, let alone some faker like this brat!
The other Marisa laughed, and to the Witch's surprise, abruptly flared a power of her own, a sickly purple light rising up around her as she held out her hand and revealed what was clutched almost casually within it. The purple light rushed inward, dancing in a frenzy across the surface of the Mini-Hakkero as the faker spoke two words.
"Illusion Laser."
Marisa's amber eyes widened in shock as the light exploded outward in an instant, countless streams of purple light firing off in quick succession and raining down from all sides, twisting and shifting in a mind-boggling pattern as they descended in a single carpet of imitation starlight. The copy laughed as the original Witch leaped backward, landing hastily on her broom and darting between two of the incoming lasers, clearing the spread only seconds before it all touched down at once, and the street below was entirely consumed in fire and smoke. Stones collapsed from the buildings lining the road as the lasers tore through them like hot knives through butter, and the very Earth trembled as all of the magic detonated at once, scattering rubble and dust in all directions as the copy hovered, still smirking, at the blast's epicenter.
"You were just thinking I couldn't use your spells, weren't you, ze~? Well, surprise! Look what I've got!" The copy laughed again, and Marisa grimaced with pent up anger that was dwarfed only by the dawning realization of the situation she was in. This phony had somehow... it didn't seem possible, and yet, this brat had got a Mini-Hakkero of her own! But that wasn't all that was wrong. Marisa had recognized that attack pattern in an instant as one of her own openers. After all, if she hadn't, she'd never have been able to predict the shifting beams' movement and escape unscathed as easily as she had. But that attack, the Illusion Laser, had never, when she had used it, had such a vastly destructive effect. The Illusion Laser was a penetration-type magic, meant to do concentrated damage to a single target, but somehow, this fake Witch's power was at such a level that even penetration-type spells caused such chaos! Marisa had realized in an instant that there was something twisted about this other Witch's power, but now she realized what it was.
This faker wasn't Human, even if it was imitating Human form. It, unlike her, had a vast capacity for magical energy of its own, instead of relying on the Hakkero to dish out enough power to fuel its spells. But on top of this, it had a reactor, too! This thing was a Marisa Kirisame that had transcended to the level of a Magician Youkai, wielding a power that Marisa herself, as a Human, could never hope to possess, let alone match! This was bad enough, but Marisa realized full well that the full extent of the problem was much larger than that, for the pain that still pulsed through her arm and back told her in no uncertain terms that, even though her magic had passively closed the wounds she had sustained in her battle against the Knight, they were still there, and would still hinder her in battle. But even worse than this, she had already been in several high-level fights previously, and the Hakkero was still recovering from the energy she had spent in those battles. All of the spellcards she had released in the battle with the Knights and Bats, her channeling of Mima to eliminate the four-armed creatures, the spells she had leveled in vain against the King of Necromancers, the Stardust Reverie and miscellaneous danmaku and bounded fields she had used to face the ghosts, and the oversized Spark she had used to obliterate the irritatingly resilient familiar once and for all... All of these exertions were now taking their toll, for the Hakkero's energy levels were far below their normal state. As it was, Marisa could only hope to muster a bare minimum of ordinary Danmaku on her own power, and the Hakkero could only be relied upon for two, maybe three spells at the present time, a couple more in the future if she was lucky and managed to conserve enough power to use them.
Crap! This is bad... She's got every advantage she could hope for! Marisa realized, the smirk dropping off her face in an instant, just as the copy's smug grin of assurance grew larger with each passing moment.
"So you've realized now, ze~," The fake said, casually blowing the smoke from the Mini-Hakkero she held, the gleaming, red-hot light of its center slowly fading as it began to immediately replace the small energy it had expended in the initial attack. "You can't hope to beat me as you are. As it is, you're not even worth calling a Magician. You're just a Human with an artifact you could never hope to control, and a power you're too weak to even wield. Pathetic." The clone laughed, and began to charge up its power once again.
I'm really in a tight spot, huh? Marisa thought, glancing at her own Hakkero and the comparatively faint light it was releasing. But, looking at that faint light, only barely managing to seep from within the mystic container in which it was held, and only with Marisa's approval, Marisa realized something else, a fact which she knew would bring her to victory. There was one thing she knew that her copy didn't, it seemed, or else that fake wouldn't have been so confident. But, since when has that ever stopped me before? I'm Marisa Kirisame, a Witch who surrenders to nobody, a Human who outwits and outmatches even the greatest of Youkai! I know just the thing to wipe the smirk off that upstart's face, and by Yukari, I'm going to do it! But first, there are a few things I need to set up... Well, a fight's no fun if it's easy! Time to get started~!
"So, do you still want to lose, or would you like to just give up and hand over your reactor now? I'll take that precious thing of yours for sure, either way!" The copy taunted. Marisa merely smirked, and raised her head, the light of determination gleaming in her amber eyes, and the azure power of magic shining all around her as she raised the Mini-Hakkero and prepared to fire, symbols of power and shards of magical starlight taking form throughout the air around her.
"Just who do you think you're dealing with? I've fought people a hell of a lot more dangerous than a fake like you. If you think you can scare me with a bunch of old spells I already know how to dodge, then just you try!"
"Brave words... for someone who can't even muster a single Spark to save her life when I corner her."
"Well, you've got to do the cornering first! As it is, you're just a cheap knock-off wielding a cheap knock-off and shooting cheap knock-offs at me!"
"Tch," The fake spat, the smile on her face fading for a moment. It seemed Marisa had hit the mark with that one. "Words are cheap. Let's see if you can back up that boasting with some more substantial Danmaku!"
"Heh. What sort did you have in mind?" Marisa asked cheerily.
"No boundaries. No safety limits. However many Spellcards you can fire, you fire!" The clone declared.
"And in exchange, offensive spells aren't limited to just spellcards. Whatever spells or items you've got, you can use!" Marisa added. Both smirked, and finished stating the rules in unison, two radiant pillars of light - one the blue radiance of Marisa's starlight, the other the twisted purple of the unnatural dark-light of the fake witch - rising around them and spiraling up into the air, clashing even as their wielders began their battle far below.
""The first one to die loses, and to the victor go the spoils!""
"Bring it on, fake Magician!"
"Bring it on, fragile Human!"
And with that, an explosion of light burst forth in the heavens, sending fire raining down to the earth below, and the battle began.
…..
BGM: Ghostly Band ~ Phantom Ensemble (Piece of Rain)
A firestorm of light and magic rained down upon the city as the two dark shapes danced through the air, darting through the air like twin comets, blazing a trail straight towards the heart of the abandoned metropolis. The lead shape skirted low to the ground, while the next gave chase close behind it, sailing overhead and raining showers of laser blasts down upon the streets below. The figure in the lead barely kept ahead of the oncoming storm, weaving around corners and between buildings as the falling shower of starlight fell all around it.
Marisa grimaced as she grazed another bullet, draining that much of its power to supplement her own. She could still feel the heat of the ultra-dense magic star, even though the Mini-Hakkero was currently absorbing that very heat to regain power. Countless similar burns made themselves known to her as a stinging pain rebounded up and down her upraised arm. But she couldn't stop. This was just a nessecary part of the plan: to absorb her enemy's magic by passing close to it, while all the while leading the faker on behind her, drawing her to fire more and more spells in the hopes of hitting the target that always barely slipped through her intricate webs of attacks. It had helped, at first, that Marisa recognized all of the spells brought to bear against her, and escape them easily, but her doppelganger seemed to have noticed this, and was now firing several spells at the fleeing Witch at a time, making things far more difficult to gauge and escape. Already, Marisa had nearly been caught by an encircling web of stars, or a surprising shower of lasers erupting from an unexpected point nearby, nearly cutting off her escape. And yet, it seemed that, despite all of her efforts, she wasn't even tiring her enemy out in the slightest by timing out all of her spells! From the look of things, the only thing she had succeeded in was making Copy Marisa rather angry, as spells weren't the only things she was flinging at Marisa now.
“Star Sign ~ Meteoric Shower! Love Sign ~ Non Directional Laser! Narrow Spark! Green Spread! You coward! And you call yourself a magician!? I thought you were challenging me to a duel, not a race! Are you too scared to face me, or just too weak?!” The fake roared, releasing a veritable rainbow of destruction, forcing Marisa to veer around a large building as a multi-colored shower of stars and laser blasts tore it apart behind her, sending the skyscraper tumbling down behind her like a tree whose trunk has been rent asunder. Marisa couldn't help but laugh with glee at the sight. It seemed that this fake had inherited her rather fiery temper. But, this had been the expected reaction. It had been rather hard to control her own rage a few minutes prior when the gigantic shikigami-thing had shrugged off all of her attacks, and it seemed that this fake was having much the same problem now that the real Witch was evading her attacks with such apparent ease. Even though the copy had purposefully set no limits on the number of spellcards one could fire – probably expecting that she could overwhelm Marisa's knowledge of her own spells through sheer force, a strategy which was, admittedly, very her-ish – Marisa had, as of yet, managed to find a way out of each ridiculous laser shower the faker had launched.
“Timing out spellcards is a totally legitimate strategy!” Marisa called back with a laugh, pulling up to evade a pincer of stars that the copy had fired around the collapsing building, which closed in on all sides around where she had been, then exploded harmlessly as she hovered casually directly in front of her counterpart's face, laughing hysterically as both of them realized what had just happened. Copy Marisa, on the other hand, was far from amused.
“You fired an attack with a blind spot right in front of you?! Are you trying to insult my intelligence, or are you just a Nineball? Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaka~!” Marisa cackled, sticking out her tongue childishly as she mocked her infuriated duplicate, the veins in whose forehead were swiftly becoming visible as her knuckles turned white with rage. Marisa could have sworn she heard the wood of the nigh-indestructible magically enchanted broomstick the fake rode upon beginning to crack from the rage-induced force with which she clutched it, trembling with a level of absolute anger Marisa would never have imagined herself capable of reaching.
“Who do you think you're calling a Nineball, weakling!” The faker roared back at last, driven to such an extent of rage by her adopted personality traits that she began to forget to remain in-character in her impersonation. “For that, YOU DIE!” With this almost incoherent roar, the fake fired off a sweeping hail of laser blasts from beneath, but a mere Earthlight Ray, by itself, was far too easy for its true creator to dodge in a second, weaving between the lasers and slowly beginning to climb in altitude, her enraged enemy following close after, a shower of evil violet light beginning to form around her as she readied a powerful spell, shooting to kill. Marisa had abandoned her cover, so whatever combination she was aiming to try next would probably be a lot harder to dodge than it was when she had buildings to hide behind. But Marisa, of course, realized this. Still, there was a method to her madness, for the spell she now intended to use would need a lot of empty space in which to take form, and would leave no room for dodging. It wasn't a particularly powerful attack, nor was it one of her signature spellcards – hell, it wasn't even hers, nor had it ever been a spellcard. In fact, she hadn't even used the move before, and had only just worked out how to do it a few minutes ago! She had no doubt it would be completely ineffective, but there were several factors that made it the ideal attack to break out in that situation.
First: It looked really formidable, and the copy would never in a thousand years see it coming. That would, in turn, lead her to panic and use all of the energy she was now storing up for her next attack to defend herself, since, as a non-spellcard, the attack wasn't necessarily avoidable.
Secondly: Because the look on her face when it hit her would be absolutely hilarious. Marisa couldn't wait to see her reaction!
They had cleared even the highest buildings now, the city beneath them fading as the dark clouds above grew closer and closer with each passing second. It was almost time to make her move, but not yet. Marisa would wait for one thing to happen first, and that was...
“Black Magic ~ Event Ho-” The copy's declaration was cut off as Marisa abruptly curved upward, bursting through the cloud cover above, then arcing back downward the moment she was out of view. As the copy broke through the clouds after her, Marisa snapped her fingers, and declared her own retaliation, the clouds exploding in all directions to reveal the trap she had sprung.
On the left and on the right, ahead of her and behind her, above and beneath her... it didn't matter where the copy turned, for in all directions, she would be met with the same thing: a wall of densely packed blades forming a sphere around her, all closing in almost instantly as Marisa revealed this unknown attack's name to her baffled opponent.
“Love Sign ~ Laser Circus!” Marisa called with a laugh as the wall of blades collapsed inward, thrusting and jabbing so fast as not to be seen, even by her experienced eyes, which had already seen the spell once before. The implosion was instantaneous, the blades striking the moment they were revealed. The trap was perfect, unexpected, and inescapable.
Oh, and then Marisa made it explode in a sudden rainbow of color, just for good measure. Hey, just because she was ripping off an unfamiliar attack didn't mean she couldn't add her own unique touches! Like explosions. Wait, did that even count as unique anymore? All of her spells already did that...
As expected, however, her trap was largely useless, for the explosion was only partially of her own making. The renewed shout of “Event Horizon” was audible, even over the sound of all of the blades shattering into starlight as an explosion of raw power took their place: a Bounded Field, from which the confused and enraged clone swiftly emerged, unharmed but righteously indignant.
“What the hell was that?!” She cried, pointing an accusing finger at Marisa. “That's not even an actual Spell! You just ripped that off from that forehead-kid a few minutes ago and made it up on the spot!”
“So?” Marisa asked, a smug, calm smile on her face. “We agreed that there were no limits on Spells before we started, didn't we? Anything goes. I could throw a cow at you, too, if you'd like?”
“THAT WAS NOT A SPELL!” Copy-Marisa screamed.
“Yes it was. I just made it one,” Marisa replied, giving a catlike grin. “You can't change the rules once you've started~.”
“YOU CAN'T DO THAT!” The copy objected, starting off on an angry tirade. “The rules totally don't work tha-” She was abruptly cut off by six words from her opponent, a flash of light, and an explosion as Marisa summoned a projectile without warning, and fired it at point blank. The laser cow-Danmaku struck home, sending Copy-Marisa flying backward, nearly losing both her broom and hat. She righted herself momentarily, however – the spell wasn't exactly powerful – and gave an unintelligible, stammered outcry of pure rage.
“Wha... Ho.... Wh.....!?!”
“It's as I said. 'Shut Up Sign ~ Summon Laser Cow,'” Marisa said as calmly as she could, trying to suppress fits of hysterical laughter at the absolute fury of her temperamental adversary, who seemed to be even easier to enrage than Marisa had originally thought. There was a moment of pure, dead silence following this announcement, in which one could even hear the winds rustling through the battle's airspace.
Then, this silence was shattered completely by a wordless outcry of complete, blind, maddened anger, and a flash of purple light lit up the sky as the faker began to release a quite considerable amount of her power all at once, not even bothering to form spells anymore as she simply flung every kind of laser imaginable in every direction as fast as possible, and in as considerable a quantity as she could possibly generate. This was both good of Marisa – her grazing power was rapidly going off the charts, and her enemy was expending an incredibly unnecessary amount of energy to do nothing of significance but strengthen her target – and bad, for the Witch now had no way of instinctively knowing the pattern the bullets would take. And, unlike the concentrated fire of the spirits in the last battle, this was a storm of magic leveled by a combatant with considerable – albeit only theoretical – experience in danmaku, its creation, and its use, making it far, far more dangerous. The bullets came much thicker, with only a few tiny gaps spread over such a large distance that complete evasion was nigh impossible. Marisa now found herself have to spend most of the energy she sapped from the beams that nearly struck her in preventing the next wave from being more successful.
“Alright, then, how's this?! Die in a Fire Sign ~ GO TO HELL!” The faker howled, the purple aura around her intensifying as she swept her arm up, raising her own Mini-Hakkero and firing off a shower of starlight, which, arcing upward, abruptly curved downward and descended in a veritable curtain upon the Witch.
Her battle instincts kicking in, the Witch wasted no time in making her own move. A second slower, as she could have been consumed by the shower of attacks now descending upon her, but Marisa was much too skilled to let that happen. Picking out the places where the individual beams ended, Marisa swiftly raised the Hakkero and fired a single azure star straight for one of these gaps. In an instant, the two attacks connected, a blue cloud spreading through the breach and forcing apart the shower of linked magical energy, creating momentary gap in the cloud. But that moment was all Marisa needed, for she had already begun to move, launching forward and through the opening in the single second in which it had appeared, clearing the cloud unharmed and emerging from a storm of light...
BGM: Himorogi, Burn in Violet
...Right into a Bounded Field. Countless whirling purple stars surrounded her in an instant, forming an impenetrable barrier on all sides save up and down. In an instant, a light shining from beneath her drew Marisa's attention, and she only barely managed to evade in time to escape being shot clean through by a hail of laser blasts coming from below: another Earthlight Ray, it seemed. But, this was not all, for a sudden surge of power shone forth from above her, and in the instant that she was completely unable to move thanks to the laser bombardment and the bounded field, Copy-Marisa launched her coup de grace. The Witch spun about, facing upward, only to find the very attack she had expected and feared descending upon her like the hammer of judgement.
“Magic Sign ~ Stardust Reverie, Light Sign ~ Shoot the Moon, and Star Sign ~ Gravity Beat! Disappear into light, you puny pest!” Copy-Marisa cried, leveling the Mini-Hakkero and firing a single, gigantic orb of burning violet light, as though she had ripped one of the very stars out of the sky and fired it downward in a single, concentrated ball. The energy howled and flashed throughout the abruptly darkened sky, blocking out the sun and replacing it with a radiance double its own. The sky grew dark, and the ground below trembled as the gigantic projectile descended like a comet.
Marisa, with no route of escape open to her, took the only option she had. Cutting the spell keeping her aloft, she dropped as fast as she could, raising the Hakkero in front of her and charging up as much power as she was willing to spend, flaring her energy and creating a curtain of stars before her, firing them off in quick succession and following them up with a laser barrage. The falling Witch left a trail of starlight behind her as she dropped, just a few seconds ahead of the star that mercilessly hounded her every inch of the way, keeping up a steady stream of attacks to slow the incoming projectile's progress. It was all in vain, though, and she realized this. In a few more seconds, she would have no farther to fall, and, with the lasers streaming out around her keeping her from escape, there was no option but to brace herself and block the attack. And so, abruptly, she recalled all of the power she could spare, raised the Mini-Hakkero, and chanted a spell that was drowned out by the tremendous roar of a colossal projectile that now overtook her. Her own rainbow light mixed with the violet typhoon that raged throughout the city, and as the attack connected, a storm of radiant light shone forth as the earth beneath it crumbled. The many buildings of the once-grand city shook and tumbled at once, their pieces falling into the firestorm that raged across the ground for miles and vanishing into dust.
As the world beneath her burned, the faker let out a triumphant cackle, hovering over the carnage as the city collapsed into the flames, and was consumed, surely along with the mere mortal Witch who had stood her ground to the end in an hopeless attempt to ward off the overwhelming assault. As the starlight slowly flickered out, the copy slowly hovered down upon the wreckage, floating over the slowly scattering cloud of dust, ash, and smoke like an angel of destruction, come to watch over the very apocalypse. The rage was gone from her face, and although the violet aura that had surrounded her before had faded somewhat, she remained nigh unscathed, a victorious smirk on her face as she slowly landed to collect her prize. Of course, finding the Witch's body amongst the wreckage would be impossible. As it was, any traces of her body had certainly been buried under the falling masonry, and her remains had surely been burned into dust by the force of the attack, regardless, making such a search meaningless. But, Copy-Marisa had a much simpler method by which to collect the Mini-Hakkero she desired for her own. Raising her hand, she scattered tendrils of her own power throughout the center of the crater, searching for the magical trace that would surely accompany an object of such power. And then, to her satisfaction, she found it. The item she was looking for was buried quite close by, and it was a very simple act to blow apart the debris covering it and to step down into the wreckage, leveling her own reactor and using it to summon the source of the energy she sensed directly to her. As the small gray shape flew forth from the ashes, Copy-Marisa gave a satisfied, sadistic smile. Of course she had been victorious. Of course she was now claiming her prize. Of course the mere Human of which she was a replica was dead, deceased, and buried beneath the ashes of the city Copy-Marisa had just laid waste to, leaving only a ruin in her wake, at the heart of which lie the ashes of an unimportant and impotent Black Magician.
Wait... Gray? But the Mini-Hakkero's outside was of carefully carved wood. It was brown... And the shape was wrong, too! And this energy... now that she thought of it, this was more like the latent energy of a mushroom from the forest of magic, scaled up to a truly astonishing level...
Copy-Marisa's eyes widened in horror as the high-powered explosive potion hovering before her flared with azure starlight, and a voice from beyond the smoke declared five words, sending a chill up her spine that was swiftly turned to overwhelming, searing heat as the world around her exploded in magic fire.
“Magical Research ~ Deep Ecological Bomb!”
Copy-Marisa gave a scream of agony and rage as she was nearly burned to a crisp. Were it not for the Mini-Hakkero held before her as it had been when she had inadvertently dug up the bomb, she would surely have been completely annihilated by the force of the blast, reduced to a mere heap of ashes as she had just a moment prior thought her opponent to have been. As it was, she was rather badly seared in the blast, even despite the Mini-Hakkero absorbing the brunt of the explosion. But as the flames around her slowly cleared, and the smoke parted from the opposite edge of the crater, the Ordinary Black Magician emerged, covered with dirt and dust, but nonetheless unharmed.
“B-but... How?!” Copy-Marisa exclaimed, her act entirely breaking apart as she watched in shock and disbelief as the Witch grinned, calling her broom back to her hand.
“Sorry. Trade secret. Can't let you know any more than you already do, eh?” Marisa replied casually, blowing some dust from the reactor she held triumphantly in her hand. Copy-Marisa watched, baffled, comparing the complete lack of energy emanating from the Hakkero to her own reactor's sizzling in her hand as purple light flashed across its surface and smoke danced around it. The device was simmering with almost uncontainable Oh... so that was how it was.
“Oh, I see!” The faker said with a sneer. “You used up every last bit of power you had left surviving that attack back there. That's why you resorted to such a trick as that potion, hoping I'd die in that explosion you set up with the last of your strength. Congratulations. You actually had me fooled there for a moment. But, no longer. I'm calling your bluff! It's all over for you, and we both know it, so surrender that reactor now, and I might just spare your life.”
Marisa shrugged, and gave a nervous laugh, scratching her head as though stumped, a sheepish and yet somehow sarcastic smile playing upon her lips.
“Aww, guess you saw right through me after all,” She said with mock-regret.
“Then in that case-”
“In that case,” Marisa interrupted. “I guess I'll just be leaving now! It was fun, bye!” Giving a wave, Marisa abruptly turned and leaped into the smoke, mounting her broom as she did so.
“E-eh?! Hey, get back here! I'm not through with you yet!” The fake roared, mounting up in an instant and giving chase. Swiftly, she raised her reactor and hastily fired off a shower of lasers into the smoke, ripping it back to reveal...
...Nothing. The Witch had completely, entirely, and utterly disappeared, and without an energy signature to track, the faker had no way of knowing where she was hiding. The Copy gave a scream of frustration and anger, and circled in the air like a predatory bird, trying to catch some trace of her target, but to no avail.
Marisa had escaped.
…..
BGM: Demystification Darkness
The faker hovered over the collapsing city, the silence in the air broken only by the falling of rubble as the shock of the initial collapse slowly caused other masonry to overturn and topple toward the crater where over half the city had once been. It had been almost twenty minutes now, and still there was no sign of the Witch she intended to slay.
Thinking rationally about it, her copied memories dictated that her enemy would never dare run from a fight such as this. And yet, her enemy hadn't yet showed herself, which made the faker suspicious. Copy-Marisa didn't like it when things didn't go as they should have. Marisa surviving her attack, and now this inexplicable disappearance. Even though the Hakkero should have recharged to near full capacity by now, Marisa still hadn't showed herself. In fact, the faker hadn't even sensed the slightest of magical fluctuations, which didn't make any sense. Her own Hakkero could be sensed from a considerable distance away, its power at such a level that it leaked out around her in an unnatural aura. As a perfect copy of the reactor Marisa wielded, the true Mini-Hakkero she so desired to steal should have operated in the same manner. So then why? Why couldn't she sense anything? Had Marisa really fled from the battle after all? Or was she somehow keeping the Mini-Hakkero from recharging, so as to stay hidden? It couldn't have been that she had somehow mastered a spell to conceal her presence within the past twenty minutes. Copy-Marisa's memories indicated that she possessed no such spell as the powerful one that would be necessary to escape her highly trained senses. And yet, the thought that she was somehow concealing her presence seemed to be the only explanation. The question was... how?
…..
The Witch sighed, brushing the sweat from her forehead as her final preparation was finally completed, a purple magic glyph appearing on the ground beneath the rubble, shining faintly for a moment, and then fading away as the power making it up scattered into the ground, just as the green, red, and blue glyphs, and their power, had done before it. The Witch smirked. It had taken some time, but now all of the necessary preparations had been completed. As an imperceptible and yet incomprehensibly vast amount of energy – the entire capacity of her Mini-Hakkero – spread far out beneath the city for countless miles, Marisa had to congratulate herself on her skill at imitation. Sure, it had been pretty hard to copy down the various infinitesimal details of the Master Spark while it was being fired at her by a malevolent flower Youkai, and imitating the Non-Directional Laser had taken several encounters with the librarian who wielded it to be done. But this task... this work of absolute genius, went far beyond any of her previous replications. To think that after seeing only once the gigantic power of the burning assassin and realizing the manner in which he had concealed himself, Marisa could have invented a Ritual Space that operated on the same principle, storing such a vast amount of power so covertly as to not be noticed by the one who now searched for her in vain near the heart of the city while she swiftly skirted about its edges - using an Orrieres Solar System she had already created and stored the energy she had gathered from the initial engagement in, then hidden at each corner of the city so as to escape the faker's notice for a while – creating the finishing touches of her new Absolute Territory ~ Concealed Ritual Space. Although it was weaker than she might have hoped, as the rather unexpected combination attack the faker had mounted had required her to use a large portion of the energy she had stored up. It was this sudden defense that had forced her to summon the Orrieres orbs in the first place, using them as a miniaturized Ritual Space to hastily erect a Bounded Field with which to save herself. But, then again, the attack's rather destructive aftermath had spread so much power across the city that it didn't really matter. With so much loose energy in the air, it had been easy to slip the orbs beneath the copy's radar, and absorbing the now loose particles of magical power to recover that energy which she had just lost and more, had been just as simple.
Yes... that was right. Every single event thus far had been exactly according to the plan the Witch had made in advance, and that plan would continue to take effect up until the battle's conclusion. Already, the Hakkero's energy was nearing the point once again where its detection would be inevitable. Along with this power, Marisa now had at the ready the vast energy placed in storage beneath the city. She had the means to match the enemy's already weakened power. Now, all she needed to do was manipulate the situation so as to place her adversary exactly where she needed her to be. Having already gauged the faker's combat capabilities and capacity to forecast events in advance, and having also analyzed Copy-Marisa's personality flaws to a satisfactory degree, such an act as this would be laughably simple. Then, there was just one final nail to place in the brat's coffin, and Marisa already had the hammer in hand with which to do so.
In the end, that which doomed the faker would not be Marisa's power, nor any attack she could muster. No, even having spent a decent portion of her power in her blind frenzy of destruction, the fake was still much too formidable to be overcome by such a simple method. But, there was still one item, the nature of which would absolutely, without a doubt, lead the enemy to her death. That item was not the reactor Marisa held, but rather its counterpart, the replica – no, the flawed imitation – wielded by her enemy.
Marisa didn't know what means her enemy had used to create this copy of her, but, that no longer mattered. From the very beginning of the fight, the Witch had noticed it. The enemy's Hakkero released power on a much greater scale than her own. At first, she had thought that this was due to the phony magician's own strength, but when the overconfident enemy had only just begun her grand assault, Marisa had realized it.
The Hakkero that the enemy held was not a perfect copy. The energy that escaped it was not allowed to do so by the copy's will. Rather, the container in which the reaction took place was flawed. As it was, not enough power escaped to overcome the Witch's own influence, resulting only in a bit more power than she intended seeping into her every spell. Thanks to her own massive energy reserves, whatever power escaped from the Hakkero would immediately be replenished, making these flaws insignificant. But insignificant or not, that didn't mean Marisa couldn't exploit them. That was why she had allowed the enemy to assume she had been beaten, and why she hadn't run to begin construction of her Ritual Space immediately, instead choosing to stay and carry out a trap she knew would be ineffective. Since she had no power to speak of on her person, escape would be easy, regardless, so what she did or didn't do didn't matter. And so, she had remained, using a potion that never was meant to harm the enemy, but rather her equipment. Already, although the copy did not realize it, the damage had been done, and the main structure of her reactor was beginning to corrode. It would happen slowly at first, but Marisa had means to speed it along which she would carry out soon enough. Better still, the enemy wouldn't even realize that the reactor was damaged, preoccupied as she was with searching for Marisa and with the battle that would subsequently ensue. She would continue to draw on its power, unaware of the fact that it would soon break down entirely, becoming a mere worthless trinket as its heart of iron slowly rusted away under the strain of her own magic, rendering it useless!
Marisa's own Hakkero had no such flaw. Its creator, Morichika Rinnosuke, had initially used iron as its core, but this had corroded and failed under the heat and strain of the magic the device generated. And so, he had learned from his mistake, and had replaced it with a mythical metal known as Hi'irokane, a substance which would not decay, and would have an increased efficiency in absorbing magic. That was the true wonder of the Mini-Hakkero, and it was one the copy had failed to replicate. Having no means of artificially producing the metal, Copy-Marisa must have unconsciously resorted to the original model, and, by this means, rendered her knock-off impotent. But Marisa had realized her failure, even if she herself had not, and now, the very item on which she relied most was going to bring her adversary to her inevitable defeat! For better yet even than the condition of the fake Hakkero was the plan Marisa had already enacted, and the inescapable need her enemy would soon have for that one item which would without the slightest doubt fail her in that same moment.
In short, everything up until now, and everything that was about to occur, had gone and would continue to go exactly as the Witch had planned. She had already won. Now, all there was left to do... was claim her victory.
…..
At last! After nearly half an hour of searching, she had finally found her target. Judging by the mediocre amount of energy the Witch was letting off, Copy-Marisa knew that something was up. But, unable to sense any magic stored in any sort of Ritual Space, she realized that there could be only one explanation. Marisa's Mini-Hakkero had become damaged in the last engagement, and she had fled to hastily repair it. It made sense. She had, after all, been forced to release all of its energy to survive the attack the faker had launched. According to Copy-Marisa's memories, a similar event had occurred once in which the Mini-Hakkero had broken and had needed repairs, meaning it must not have been impossible for such a thing to happen again. Her recollections were blurred, but she knew for a fact that it had once happened. That same event had, without a doubt, happened now.
But Marisa, ill-equipped in an unfamiliar world as she was, could never hope to completely repair the device, could she? No... that was right. Damaged as it was, she would only have been able to muster a temporary solution, which explained the pitifully low level of power – at least, compared to the flaring energy of her own Hakkero. Copy-Marisa had to wonder if her own copy was actually superior to the original, given the vibrant power it released at the slightest command – that she now sensed.
Already, she was beginning to formulate a plan. She knew for a fact that Marisa Kirisame relied on one thing more than anything else: The Mini-Hakkero. It was for this reason that she herself sought to acquire it, to obtain the most precious thing she had to strive for. And it was for this reason that she knew she could defeat her counterpart. Marisa might have been clever, but she was headstrong. It would be a simple enough matter to force her into a situation where she would have to use the Mini-Hakkero to save herself. After all, Copy-Marisa had cornered her in exactly that manner once already, so doing so again would be laughably easy, wouldn't it? And, damaged as it was... Copy-Marisa smirked. She had no use for such a defective item when her own was clearly superior, just as she was superior to her mere Human predecessor. She was the ultimate Black Magician, not Marisa Kirisame, and she would now prove it by matching the object upon which that weakling relied most using the replica she had created with her own power, and overcoming it! Kirisame might have been skilled and wily, but in the end, that was all she was. She could never hope to match the superior nature of the faker's power. After all, whoever made the rule that a copy could not surpass the original? That was just foolish nonsense, and she was going to prove it, once and for all!
With these triumphant thoughts in her mind, she turned her broom to face the location from which the suspicious power was emanating, and, like a comet, she streaked towards her goal.
Everything had already been decided, now. The battle, as it was, could only have one conclusion. Until that point, it was just a matter of breaking the adversary's spells, and weakening them. Even though the battle had not yet been fought...
Marisa could...!
Copy-Marisa could....!
...Already see the ending!
…..
BGM: Powered By Maxwell's Demon
Marisa watched from where she lay hidden beneath a large spike of rubble that jutted out from a large pile that might have once been a skycraper. Her amber eyes missed nothing as the light-clad shape circled overhead, searching for the power she now faintly but noticeably felt. At last satisfied that she had found her target's hiding spot, she touched down in a small crater at the base of the rubble in which Marisa hid, and began to casually stroll around the area, calling tauntingly to the enemy she knew was hiding nearby. She made no attempts to protect herself, but rather exposed her back in a manner which made it painfully evident that she was prepared to deal with any attacks. Still, it was about time to reveal herself, and she wanted Copy-Marisa lulled into a false sense of security, so the course of action she would take was obvious: make it look like she was desperate. She didn't know what conclusions her impostor had drawn from her actions, but whatever they were, Marisa could already tell: she had become overconfident. And that would be her undoing.
And so she rose, silently, placing the Hakkero on the end of her broom and aiming down its haft as one would sight down the barrel of a rifle. In an instant, an orb of compressed magical power had appeared, and she had fired, releasing a single, high-speed star of azure power directly at the faker's back. There was no time for the enemy to react, for the projectile crossed the distance between them in an instant, and struck home. Or, so it seemed. But Marisa knew better than that, and when the initial flash cleared and her starlight bullet scattered around the Mini-Hakkero floating casually behind her target, the Witch was far from surprised.
Rather, she was overjoyed, for the strain that put on the faulty imitation would make it all that much easier for her to claim victory, but moreover, it made it all the more obvious that the faker had no idea what was happening, even now, to her precious reactor.
All according to Marisa's plan.
“Oh, so that's where you were. I was wondering what sort of hole you'd crawled into to save yourself, but I never expected you'd do exactly that. Pathetic, cowering in the face of danger like a common vermin.” The fake said casually, turning and idly catching the floating reactor as she stood, her broom slung over her shoulder, staring down the witch who now stood in plain view atop the hill of rubble.
“Yeah, guess I got bored of playing hide and seek and decided blowing stuff up would be more fun! Guess I'm not a magician from a city-sect like you, am I? Oh, wait, you're not, either, because you're me!” Marisa joked. “But seriously, you need to take it easy. You're getting as uptight as Alice, and that's something I should never have to say about somebody who's supposedly me. It's just plain wrong, I tell you!”
“Pathetic. Trying to appear calm, even in the face of defeat? You've got no chance and you know it, so you're just making time for yourself, hoping to somehow escape your fate. But your humor is unwanted, and, ultimately, useless. It's over. You've got nowhere left to run, and with your inferior magic, the winner in a fair fight is obvious.”
Marisa grinned, and snapped her fingers. “Not much reason for me to fight fair, then, is there? Ground Stardust!” She laughed, releasing the trap she had laid beforehand, but the fake witch didn't even move from where she stood, even as the ground exploded beneath her. Instead, she simply pointed the Hakkero downward, and fired off a blast of raw power, obliterating the potions Marisa had concealed there as though she was swatting a fly.
“Aww. That's too bad. And here I was, hoping you'd explode. Well, all the more fun for me, then! If you're so certain that you're gonna beat me, then why not come up here and prove it?” Marisa said, dropping into a fighting stance and leveling her Hakkero, magic dancing around her upraised hand as she prepared for combat.
“If you're done proving your own impotence, then I'll gladly take you down, here and now! But let's see how smug you really are, shall we? Come on, attack me with all you've got! Or do you not have enough Spells in store?!” Copy-Marisa replied with a laugh, spreading her arms and charging up a spell, violet starlight dancing around her as she gave a twisted smirk, bracing to leap forward just as Marisa did the same across from her. For a moment, silence reigned, and then, both cried out in unison, and the light of two spells flashed through the darkened sky, azure clashing with vermillion light as two rival tempests rose and spiraled into infinity.
““Magic Sign ~ Stardust Reverie!””
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Events had taken place so quickly, even Marisa was getting a little disoriented. At one moment, a boy with an apparently-tame yellow mouse creature dropped from the air, and then he suddenly moved them all to a different location. As this new place was much closer to the ground that where Marisa had been casually hovering, she had a momentary bit of trouble righting herself, and nearly faceplanted off of her broom. Fortunately, her unnaturally good balance, honed by years of flying, managed to keep her upright, but by the time she had recovered, she barely had a second to register the directions she was being given before she was abruptly teleported to a new location, and started the whole process over again, this time without as much success as she'd had the last time.
BGM: Illusion of Sky
Slowly rising from where she had landed on her face, Marisa rose with a groan, and, dusting off her clothes, looked around. Unlike the plateau overlooking some kind of battle, where she had appeared a moment before, it now seemed she was in the middle of the streets of some sort of gigantic village, of a type she'd never seen before. Marisa Kirisame had traveled to all sorts of strange places, from the shopping districts of the old underground Hell to the floating gardens of the Netherworld and Hakugyokurou. But in all that time, she didn't think she had ever seen such a strange city.
The buildings were all made of some gray material that looked sort of like stone, and all of them were tall enough to cause even the Witch to be taken momentarily aback. Even the normal buildings by the side of the gigantic roadway on which she had found herself standing were at least as tall as the Scarlet Devil Mansion, if not as large. Actually, that was an apt comparison, for the masonry at work here seemed similar, if a great deal less elegant, to that building's grandiose structure.
And yet, despite the massive nature of the buildings, let alone the city itself, Marisa could make out no signs that anyone had lived in this place in recent history. The windowpanes in shops by the side of the road were smashed, and several large chunks of stone had crumbled from the buildings throughout the city. The once-busy street upon which Marisa stood was now largely empty, save for some sort of gigantic, semi-cylindrical yellow thing that might have been some kind of vehicle, although the label of "bus" on its side did very little to give Marisa any sort of knowledge of what the battered, overturned contraption might once have been, or what purpose it served.
"Welcome, da ze~!" The sudden voice from behind her snapped Marisa out of her reverie, too familiar not to be recognized, and yet too impossible to be believed. That speech pattern, carefree, forceful tone, and that choice of words could only have been one person speaking, and yet, even when Marisa spun about rapidly and met the gaze of the one who had addressed her, she still couldn't believe it.
That voice, that face... it seemed impossible, and yet, they were her own!
No, that wasn't quite right. Although the seemingly-identical copy was very well made, Marisa could tell in an instant that an imitation was all that stood before her. The phony's hair was a pale hue of gold, whereas Marisa's unkempt locks shone in a bronze hue, the slight red-gold hue of which distinguished it from the pure blonde hair of her counterpart. The eyes, too, were just a little bit off, with Marisa's own amber gaze differing ever-so-slightly from the sickly yellow gleam of the copy's cat-like orbs. But these weren't the only differences, Marisa realized, for the copy had apparently chosen as its attire a different costume from her usual, wearing in the place of Marisa's own black dress and white apron a black, blue, and white dress with a matching scarf, an attire that the young witch immediately recognized as the garb she had worn during her trip to the Hell of Blazing Fires.
But despite these tiny changes, like the minute adaptations of an artist's pen as he revises his work, this fake was undoubtedly, unmistakably, a second Marisa Kirisame.
"Wahaha! Surprised to see me, ze~?" The copy asked, giving a rather annoying imitation of the Witch's trademark raucous laugh, dropping Marisa's own customary sentence ending with a particular emphasis, as though taunting her with it. No, actually, it was taunting her with that speech particle, for it showed that this being knew exactly who she was, down to her unconscious habits and patterns of speech! In that case, did it know everything about her? About all of her spells, adventures, and abilities? For the first time in her life, perhaps, Marisa noticed that her attitude and current expression of simmering anger perfectly matched that of the purple-haired librarian of the Scarlet Devil Mansion upon being shot with Marisa's knock off of her own signature Non-Directional Laser. This copy... had it stolen all of her spells? It had taken her years to collect all of that magic, and now some copy was showing up and rubbing it in her face that all of those abilities could just as easily be copied from her? Marisa didn't know who was behind this, but she had a feeling that they were in for a gratuitous amount of 'Sparking when she found them. Who the hell did they think they were, stealing everything about her, up to and including her own tendency to steal things?!
"Who are you?" Marisa asked coldly, tightening her grip on her broom and raising the Mini-Hakkero to fire at a moment's notice.
"Who do you think I am, ze~? Don't you know just by looking?" The fake Marisa gave a rather twisted grin, perhaps even going beyond her own in terms of sheer smugness. "I'm the Witch of Rainstorms and the Magic Forest," It began, introducing itself in the exactly same manner as she had earlier that day when she had been talking to that swordsman kid with the gigantic forehead in the lobby just a few hours prior!
"The Stardust Berserker, etcetera etcetera, Ordinary Black Magician, Marisa Kirisame," Marisa finished, before giving a sardonic sneer of her own and abruptly flaring the power of the Hakkero, sending a spread of bright green stars flying towards the copy, which leaped out of the way at the last second as the ground beneath it was consumed by blue stardust. Hovering in the air, it brought its own broom beneath it, and hovered there, looking down at its match with an expression of slight surprise.
"Yeah... no. You're not," Marisa said, her voice very calm, sparing none of her usual cheerfulness as she grinned up at her enemy. But, despite this facade, her look and attitude expressed a killing intent that rivaled even that of the madder assassin during the battle with that necromancer a few moments before. The air between them was almost tangible with the magical power that had already begun to build up, causing sparks of lightning to flash brightly in the once-clear sky as the light around them began to be consumed as the Hakkero powered up. The world grew dark and overcast, and the wind began to rise, picking up bits of garbage and dust and carrying them spiraling ever upward, like a miniature tornado at the center of which stood the righteously indignant Witch. "I don't know who or what you really are, or who sent you, kid, and I don't know what you know or think you know, but there can be only one Black Magician, second strongest in all of Gensokyo. The only one who's allowed to steal other people's precious things is me, the Witch Marisa Kirisame! If you think you can just waltz in and steal everything I've worked to gain, then just you try! I'll show you that an impostor like you can't ever hope to surpass the real deal!" Marisa proclaimed confidently, the blue light of magic building up around her. After all, why shouldn't she be confident? Even if this fake knew all of her spells, it wouldn't help her execute attacks of her own. Marisa's magic was special, requiring the energy of the powerful magical reactor she now held in her hand, a one-of-a-kind instrument of arcane wonder that could never possibly be replicated in its entire complex structure by anyone, let alone some faker like this brat!
The other Marisa laughed, and to the Witch's surprise, abruptly flared a power of her own, a sickly purple light rising up around her as she held out her hand and revealed what was clutched almost casually within it. The purple light rushed inward, dancing in a frenzy across the surface of the Mini-Hakkero as the faker spoke two words.
"Illusion Laser."
Marisa's amber eyes widened in shock as the light exploded outward in an instant, countless streams of purple light firing off in quick succession and raining down from all sides, twisting and shifting in a mind-boggling pattern as they descended in a single carpet of imitation starlight. The copy laughed as the original Witch leaped backward, landing hastily on her broom and darting between two of the incoming lasers, clearing the spread only seconds before it all touched down at once, and the street below was entirely consumed in fire and smoke. Stones collapsed from the buildings lining the road as the lasers tore through them like hot knives through butter, and the very Earth trembled as all of the magic detonated at once, scattering rubble and dust in all directions as the copy hovered, still smirking, at the blast's epicenter.
"You were just thinking I couldn't use your spells, weren't you, ze~? Well, surprise! Look what I've got!" The copy laughed again, and Marisa grimaced with pent up anger that was dwarfed only by the dawning realization of the situation she was in. This phony had somehow... it didn't seem possible, and yet, this brat had got a Mini-Hakkero of her own! But that wasn't all that was wrong. Marisa had recognized that attack pattern in an instant as one of her own openers. After all, if she hadn't, she'd never have been able to predict the shifting beams' movement and escape unscathed as easily as she had. But that attack, the Illusion Laser, had never, when she had used it, had such a vastly destructive effect. The Illusion Laser was a penetration-type magic, meant to do concentrated damage to a single target, but somehow, this fake Witch's power was at such a level that even penetration-type spells caused such chaos! Marisa had realized in an instant that there was something twisted about this other Witch's power, but now she realized what it was.
This faker wasn't Human, even if it was imitating Human form. It, unlike her, had a vast capacity for magical energy of its own, instead of relying on the Hakkero to dish out enough power to fuel its spells. But on top of this, it had a reactor, too! This thing was a Marisa Kirisame that had transcended to the level of a Magician Youkai, wielding a power that Marisa herself, as a Human, could never hope to possess, let alone match! This was bad enough, but Marisa realized full well that the full extent of the problem was much larger than that, for the pain that still pulsed through her arm and back told her in no uncertain terms that, even though her magic had passively closed the wounds she had sustained in her battle against the Knight, they were still there, and would still hinder her in battle. But even worse than this, she had already been in several high-level fights previously, and the Hakkero was still recovering from the energy she had spent in those battles. All of the spellcards she had released in the battle with the Knights and Bats, her channeling of Mima to eliminate the four-armed creatures, the spells she had leveled in vain against the King of Necromancers, the Stardust Reverie and miscellaneous danmaku and bounded fields she had used to face the ghosts, and the oversized Spark she had used to obliterate the irritatingly resilient familiar once and for all... All of these exertions were now taking their toll, for the Hakkero's energy levels were far below their normal state. As it was, Marisa could only hope to muster a bare minimum of ordinary Danmaku on her own power, and the Hakkero could only be relied upon for two, maybe three spells at the present time, a couple more in the future if she was lucky and managed to conserve enough power to use them.
Crap! This is bad... She's got every advantage she could hope for! Marisa realized, the smirk dropping off her face in an instant, just as the copy's smug grin of assurance grew larger with each passing moment.
"So you've realized now, ze~," The fake said, casually blowing the smoke from the Mini-Hakkero she held, the gleaming, red-hot light of its center slowly fading as it began to immediately replace the small energy it had expended in the initial attack. "You can't hope to beat me as you are. As it is, you're not even worth calling a Magician. You're just a Human with an artifact you could never hope to control, and a power you're too weak to even wield. Pathetic." The clone laughed, and began to charge up its power once again.
I'm really in a tight spot, huh? Marisa thought, glancing at her own Hakkero and the comparatively faint light it was releasing. But, looking at that faint light, only barely managing to seep from within the mystic container in which it was held, and only with Marisa's approval, Marisa realized something else, a fact which she knew would bring her to victory. There was one thing she knew that her copy didn't, it seemed, or else that fake wouldn't have been so confident. But, since when has that ever stopped me before? I'm Marisa Kirisame, a Witch who surrenders to nobody, a Human who outwits and outmatches even the greatest of Youkai! I know just the thing to wipe the smirk off that upstart's face, and by Yukari, I'm going to do it! But first, there are a few things I need to set up... Well, a fight's no fun if it's easy! Time to get started~!
"So, do you still want to lose, or would you like to just give up and hand over your reactor now? I'll take that precious thing of yours for sure, either way!" The copy taunted. Marisa merely smirked, and raised her head, the light of determination gleaming in her amber eyes, and the azure power of magic shining all around her as she raised the Mini-Hakkero and prepared to fire, symbols of power and shards of magical starlight taking form throughout the air around her.
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"Just who do you think you're dealing with? I've fought people a hell of a lot more dangerous than a fake like you. If you think you can scare me with a bunch of old spells I already know how to dodge, then just you try!"
"Brave words... for someone who can't even muster a single Spark to save her life when I corner her."
"Well, you've got to do the cornering first! As it is, you're just a cheap knock-off wielding a cheap knock-off and shooting cheap knock-offs at me!"
"Tch," The fake spat, the smile on her face fading for a moment. It seemed Marisa had hit the mark with that one. "Words are cheap. Let's see if you can back up that boasting with some more substantial Danmaku!"
"Heh. What sort did you have in mind?" Marisa asked cheerily.
"No boundaries. No safety limits. However many Spellcards you can fire, you fire!" The clone declared.
"And in exchange, offensive spells aren't limited to just spellcards. Whatever spells or items you've got, you can use!" Marisa added. Both smirked, and finished stating the rules in unison, two radiant pillars of light - one the blue radiance of Marisa's starlight, the other the twisted purple of the unnatural dark-light of the fake witch - rising around them and spiraling up into the air, clashing even as their wielders began their battle far below.
""The first one to die loses, and to the victor go the spoils!""
"Bring it on, fake Magician!"
"Bring it on, fragile Human!"
And with that, an explosion of light burst forth in the heavens, sending fire raining down to the earth below, and the battle began.
…..
BGM: Ghostly Band ~ Phantom Ensemble (Piece of Rain)
A firestorm of light and magic rained down upon the city as the two dark shapes danced through the air, darting through the air like twin comets, blazing a trail straight towards the heart of the abandoned metropolis. The lead shape skirted low to the ground, while the next gave chase close behind it, sailing overhead and raining showers of laser blasts down upon the streets below. The figure in the lead barely kept ahead of the oncoming storm, weaving around corners and between buildings as the falling shower of starlight fell all around it.
Marisa grimaced as she grazed another bullet, draining that much of its power to supplement her own. She could still feel the heat of the ultra-dense magic star, even though the Mini-Hakkero was currently absorbing that very heat to regain power. Countless similar burns made themselves known to her as a stinging pain rebounded up and down her upraised arm. But she couldn't stop. This was just a nessecary part of the plan: to absorb her enemy's magic by passing close to it, while all the while leading the faker on behind her, drawing her to fire more and more spells in the hopes of hitting the target that always barely slipped through her intricate webs of attacks. It had helped, at first, that Marisa recognized all of the spells brought to bear against her, and escape them easily, but her doppelganger seemed to have noticed this, and was now firing several spells at the fleeing Witch at a time, making things far more difficult to gauge and escape. Already, Marisa had nearly been caught by an encircling web of stars, or a surprising shower of lasers erupting from an unexpected point nearby, nearly cutting off her escape. And yet, it seemed that, despite all of her efforts, she wasn't even tiring her enemy out in the slightest by timing out all of her spells! From the look of things, the only thing she had succeeded in was making Copy Marisa rather angry, as spells weren't the only things she was flinging at Marisa now.
“Star Sign ~ Meteoric Shower! Love Sign ~ Non Directional Laser! Narrow Spark! Green Spread! You coward! And you call yourself a magician!? I thought you were challenging me to a duel, not a race! Are you too scared to face me, or just too weak?!” The fake roared, releasing a veritable rainbow of destruction, forcing Marisa to veer around a large building as a multi-colored shower of stars and laser blasts tore it apart behind her, sending the skyscraper tumbling down behind her like a tree whose trunk has been rent asunder. Marisa couldn't help but laugh with glee at the sight. It seemed that this fake had inherited her rather fiery temper. But, this had been the expected reaction. It had been rather hard to control her own rage a few minutes prior when the gigantic shikigami-thing had shrugged off all of her attacks, and it seemed that this fake was having much the same problem now that the real Witch was evading her attacks with such apparent ease. Even though the copy had purposefully set no limits on the number of spellcards one could fire – probably expecting that she could overwhelm Marisa's knowledge of her own spells through sheer force, a strategy which was, admittedly, very her-ish – Marisa had, as of yet, managed to find a way out of each ridiculous laser shower the faker had launched.
“Timing out spellcards is a totally legitimate strategy!” Marisa called back with a laugh, pulling up to evade a pincer of stars that the copy had fired around the collapsing building, which closed in on all sides around where she had been, then exploded harmlessly as she hovered casually directly in front of her counterpart's face, laughing hysterically as both of them realized what had just happened. Copy Marisa, on the other hand, was far from amused.
“You fired an attack with a blind spot right in front of you?! Are you trying to insult my intelligence, or are you just a Nineball? Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaka~!” Marisa cackled, sticking out her tongue childishly as she mocked her infuriated duplicate, the veins in whose forehead were swiftly becoming visible as her knuckles turned white with rage. Marisa could have sworn she heard the wood of the nigh-indestructible magically enchanted broomstick the fake rode upon beginning to crack from the rage-induced force with which she clutched it, trembling with a level of absolute anger Marisa would never have imagined herself capable of reaching.
“Who do you think you're calling a Nineball, weakling!” The faker roared back at last, driven to such an extent of rage by her adopted personality traits that she began to forget to remain in-character in her impersonation. “For that, YOU DIE!” With this almost incoherent roar, the fake fired off a sweeping hail of laser blasts from beneath, but a mere Earthlight Ray, by itself, was far too easy for its true creator to dodge in a second, weaving between the lasers and slowly beginning to climb in altitude, her enraged enemy following close after, a shower of evil violet light beginning to form around her as she readied a powerful spell, shooting to kill. Marisa had abandoned her cover, so whatever combination she was aiming to try next would probably be a lot harder to dodge than it was when she had buildings to hide behind. But Marisa, of course, realized this. Still, there was a method to her madness, for the spell she now intended to use would need a lot of empty space in which to take form, and would leave no room for dodging. It wasn't a particularly powerful attack, nor was it one of her signature spellcards – hell, it wasn't even hers, nor had it ever been a spellcard. In fact, she hadn't even used the move before, and had only just worked out how to do it a few minutes ago! She had no doubt it would be completely ineffective, but there were several factors that made it the ideal attack to break out in that situation.
First: It looked really formidable, and the copy would never in a thousand years see it coming. That would, in turn, lead her to panic and use all of the energy she was now storing up for her next attack to defend herself, since, as a non-spellcard, the attack wasn't necessarily avoidable.
Secondly: Because the look on her face when it hit her would be absolutely hilarious. Marisa couldn't wait to see her reaction!
They had cleared even the highest buildings now, the city beneath them fading as the dark clouds above grew closer and closer with each passing second. It was almost time to make her move, but not yet. Marisa would wait for one thing to happen first, and that was...
“Black Magic ~ Event Ho-” The copy's declaration was cut off as Marisa abruptly curved upward, bursting through the cloud cover above, then arcing back downward the moment she was out of view. As the copy broke through the clouds after her, Marisa snapped her fingers, and declared her own retaliation, the clouds exploding in all directions to reveal the trap she had sprung.
On the left and on the right, ahead of her and behind her, above and beneath her... it didn't matter where the copy turned, for in all directions, she would be met with the same thing: a wall of densely packed blades forming a sphere around her, all closing in almost instantly as Marisa revealed this unknown attack's name to her baffled opponent.
“Love Sign ~ Laser Circus!” Marisa called with a laugh as the wall of blades collapsed inward, thrusting and jabbing so fast as not to be seen, even by her experienced eyes, which had already seen the spell once before. The implosion was instantaneous, the blades striking the moment they were revealed. The trap was perfect, unexpected, and inescapable.
Oh, and then Marisa made it explode in a sudden rainbow of color, just for good measure. Hey, just because she was ripping off an unfamiliar attack didn't mean she couldn't add her own unique touches! Like explosions. Wait, did that even count as unique anymore? All of her spells already did that...
As expected, however, her trap was largely useless, for the explosion was only partially of her own making. The renewed shout of “Event Horizon” was audible, even over the sound of all of the blades shattering into starlight as an explosion of raw power took their place: a Bounded Field, from which the confused and enraged clone swiftly emerged, unharmed but righteously indignant.
“What the hell was that?!” She cried, pointing an accusing finger at Marisa. “That's not even an actual Spell! You just ripped that off from that forehead-kid a few minutes ago and made it up on the spot!”
“So?” Marisa asked, a smug, calm smile on her face. “We agreed that there were no limits on Spells before we started, didn't we? Anything goes. I could throw a cow at you, too, if you'd like?”
“THAT WAS NOT A SPELL!” Copy-Marisa screamed.
“Yes it was. I just made it one,” Marisa replied, giving a catlike grin. “You can't change the rules once you've started~.”
“YOU CAN'T DO THAT!” The copy objected, starting off on an angry tirade. “The rules totally don't work tha-” She was abruptly cut off by six words from her opponent, a flash of light, and an explosion as Marisa summoned a projectile without warning, and fired it at point blank. The laser cow-Danmaku struck home, sending Copy-Marisa flying backward, nearly losing both her broom and hat. She righted herself momentarily, however – the spell wasn't exactly powerful – and gave an unintelligible, stammered outcry of pure rage.
“Wha... Ho.... Wh.....!?!”
“It's as I said. 'Shut Up Sign ~ Summon Laser Cow,'” Marisa said as calmly as she could, trying to suppress fits of hysterical laughter at the absolute fury of her temperamental adversary, who seemed to be even easier to enrage than Marisa had originally thought. There was a moment of pure, dead silence following this announcement, in which one could even hear the winds rustling through the battle's airspace.
Then, this silence was shattered completely by a wordless outcry of complete, blind, maddened anger, and a flash of purple light lit up the sky as the faker began to release a quite considerable amount of her power all at once, not even bothering to form spells anymore as she simply flung every kind of laser imaginable in every direction as fast as possible, and in as considerable a quantity as she could possibly generate. This was both good of Marisa – her grazing power was rapidly going off the charts, and her enemy was expending an incredibly unnecessary amount of energy to do nothing of significance but strengthen her target – and bad, for the Witch now had no way of instinctively knowing the pattern the bullets would take. And, unlike the concentrated fire of the spirits in the last battle, this was a storm of magic leveled by a combatant with considerable – albeit only theoretical – experience in danmaku, its creation, and its use, making it far, far more dangerous. The bullets came much thicker, with only a few tiny gaps spread over such a large distance that complete evasion was nigh impossible. Marisa now found herself have to spend most of the energy she sapped from the beams that nearly struck her in preventing the next wave from being more successful.
“Alright, then, how's this?! Die in a Fire Sign ~ GO TO HELL!” The faker howled, the purple aura around her intensifying as she swept her arm up, raising her own Mini-Hakkero and firing off a shower of starlight, which, arcing upward, abruptly curved downward and descended in a veritable curtain upon the Witch.
Her battle instincts kicking in, the Witch wasted no time in making her own move. A second slower, as she could have been consumed by the shower of attacks now descending upon her, but Marisa was much too skilled to let that happen. Picking out the places where the individual beams ended, Marisa swiftly raised the Hakkero and fired a single azure star straight for one of these gaps. In an instant, the two attacks connected, a blue cloud spreading through the breach and forcing apart the shower of linked magical energy, creating momentary gap in the cloud. But that moment was all Marisa needed, for she had already begun to move, launching forward and through the opening in the single second in which it had appeared, clearing the cloud unharmed and emerging from a storm of light...
BGM: Himorogi, Burn in Violet
...Right into a Bounded Field. Countless whirling purple stars surrounded her in an instant, forming an impenetrable barrier on all sides save up and down. In an instant, a light shining from beneath her drew Marisa's attention, and she only barely managed to evade in time to escape being shot clean through by a hail of laser blasts coming from below: another Earthlight Ray, it seemed. But, this was not all, for a sudden surge of power shone forth from above her, and in the instant that she was completely unable to move thanks to the laser bombardment and the bounded field, Copy-Marisa launched her coup de grace. The Witch spun about, facing upward, only to find the very attack she had expected and feared descending upon her like the hammer of judgement.
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“Magic Sign ~ Stardust Reverie, Light Sign ~ Shoot the Moon, and Star Sign ~ Gravity Beat! Disappear into light, you puny pest!” Copy-Marisa cried, leveling the Mini-Hakkero and firing a single, gigantic orb of burning violet light, as though she had ripped one of the very stars out of the sky and fired it downward in a single, concentrated ball. The energy howled and flashed throughout the abruptly darkened sky, blocking out the sun and replacing it with a radiance double its own. The sky grew dark, and the ground below trembled as the gigantic projectile descended like a comet.
Marisa, with no route of escape open to her, took the only option she had. Cutting the spell keeping her aloft, she dropped as fast as she could, raising the Hakkero in front of her and charging up as much power as she was willing to spend, flaring her energy and creating a curtain of stars before her, firing them off in quick succession and following them up with a laser barrage. The falling Witch left a trail of starlight behind her as she dropped, just a few seconds ahead of the star that mercilessly hounded her every inch of the way, keeping up a steady stream of attacks to slow the incoming projectile's progress. It was all in vain, though, and she realized this. In a few more seconds, she would have no farther to fall, and, with the lasers streaming out around her keeping her from escape, there was no option but to brace herself and block the attack. And so, abruptly, she recalled all of the power she could spare, raised the Mini-Hakkero, and chanted a spell that was drowned out by the tremendous roar of a colossal projectile that now overtook her. Her own rainbow light mixed with the violet typhoon that raged throughout the city, and as the attack connected, a storm of radiant light shone forth as the earth beneath it crumbled. The many buildings of the once-grand city shook and tumbled at once, their pieces falling into the firestorm that raged across the ground for miles and vanishing into dust.
As the world beneath her burned, the faker let out a triumphant cackle, hovering over the carnage as the city collapsed into the flames, and was consumed, surely along with the mere mortal Witch who had stood her ground to the end in an hopeless attempt to ward off the overwhelming assault. As the starlight slowly flickered out, the copy slowly hovered down upon the wreckage, floating over the slowly scattering cloud of dust, ash, and smoke like an angel of destruction, come to watch over the very apocalypse. The rage was gone from her face, and although the violet aura that had surrounded her before had faded somewhat, she remained nigh unscathed, a victorious smirk on her face as she slowly landed to collect her prize. Of course, finding the Witch's body amongst the wreckage would be impossible. As it was, any traces of her body had certainly been buried under the falling masonry, and her remains had surely been burned into dust by the force of the attack, regardless, making such a search meaningless. But, Copy-Marisa had a much simpler method by which to collect the Mini-Hakkero she desired for her own. Raising her hand, she scattered tendrils of her own power throughout the center of the crater, searching for the magical trace that would surely accompany an object of such power. And then, to her satisfaction, she found it. The item she was looking for was buried quite close by, and it was a very simple act to blow apart the debris covering it and to step down into the wreckage, leveling her own reactor and using it to summon the source of the energy she sensed directly to her. As the small gray shape flew forth from the ashes, Copy-Marisa gave a satisfied, sadistic smile. Of course she had been victorious. Of course she was now claiming her prize. Of course the mere Human of which she was a replica was dead, deceased, and buried beneath the ashes of the city Copy-Marisa had just laid waste to, leaving only a ruin in her wake, at the heart of which lie the ashes of an unimportant and impotent Black Magician.
Wait... Gray? But the Mini-Hakkero's outside was of carefully carved wood. It was brown... And the shape was wrong, too! And this energy... now that she thought of it, this was more like the latent energy of a mushroom from the forest of magic, scaled up to a truly astonishing level...
Copy-Marisa's eyes widened in horror as the high-powered explosive potion hovering before her flared with azure starlight, and a voice from beyond the smoke declared five words, sending a chill up her spine that was swiftly turned to overwhelming, searing heat as the world around her exploded in magic fire.
“Magical Research ~ Deep Ecological Bomb!”
Copy-Marisa gave a scream of agony and rage as she was nearly burned to a crisp. Were it not for the Mini-Hakkero held before her as it had been when she had inadvertently dug up the bomb, she would surely have been completely annihilated by the force of the blast, reduced to a mere heap of ashes as she had just a moment prior thought her opponent to have been. As it was, she was rather badly seared in the blast, even despite the Mini-Hakkero absorbing the brunt of the explosion. But as the flames around her slowly cleared, and the smoke parted from the opposite edge of the crater, the Ordinary Black Magician emerged, covered with dirt and dust, but nonetheless unharmed.
“B-but... How?!” Copy-Marisa exclaimed, her act entirely breaking apart as she watched in shock and disbelief as the Witch grinned, calling her broom back to her hand.
“Sorry. Trade secret. Can't let you know any more than you already do, eh?” Marisa replied casually, blowing some dust from the reactor she held triumphantly in her hand. Copy-Marisa watched, baffled, comparing the complete lack of energy emanating from the Hakkero to her own reactor's sizzling in her hand as purple light flashed across its surface and smoke danced around it. The device was simmering with almost uncontainable Oh... so that was how it was.
“Oh, I see!” The faker said with a sneer. “You used up every last bit of power you had left surviving that attack back there. That's why you resorted to such a trick as that potion, hoping I'd die in that explosion you set up with the last of your strength. Congratulations. You actually had me fooled there for a moment. But, no longer. I'm calling your bluff! It's all over for you, and we both know it, so surrender that reactor now, and I might just spare your life.”
Marisa shrugged, and gave a nervous laugh, scratching her head as though stumped, a sheepish and yet somehow sarcastic smile playing upon her lips.
“Aww, guess you saw right through me after all,” She said with mock-regret.
“Then in that case-”
“In that case,” Marisa interrupted. “I guess I'll just be leaving now! It was fun, bye!” Giving a wave, Marisa abruptly turned and leaped into the smoke, mounting her broom as she did so.
“E-eh?! Hey, get back here! I'm not through with you yet!” The fake roared, mounting up in an instant and giving chase. Swiftly, she raised her reactor and hastily fired off a shower of lasers into the smoke, ripping it back to reveal...
...Nothing. The Witch had completely, entirely, and utterly disappeared, and without an energy signature to track, the faker had no way of knowing where she was hiding. The Copy gave a scream of frustration and anger, and circled in the air like a predatory bird, trying to catch some trace of her target, but to no avail.
Marisa had escaped.
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BGM: Demystification Darkness
The faker hovered over the collapsing city, the silence in the air broken only by the falling of rubble as the shock of the initial collapse slowly caused other masonry to overturn and topple toward the crater where over half the city had once been. It had been almost twenty minutes now, and still there was no sign of the Witch she intended to slay.
Thinking rationally about it, her copied memories dictated that her enemy would never dare run from a fight such as this. And yet, her enemy hadn't yet showed herself, which made the faker suspicious. Copy-Marisa didn't like it when things didn't go as they should have. Marisa surviving her attack, and now this inexplicable disappearance. Even though the Hakkero should have recharged to near full capacity by now, Marisa still hadn't showed herself. In fact, the faker hadn't even sensed the slightest of magical fluctuations, which didn't make any sense. Her own Hakkero could be sensed from a considerable distance away, its power at such a level that it leaked out around her in an unnatural aura. As a perfect copy of the reactor Marisa wielded, the true Mini-Hakkero she so desired to steal should have operated in the same manner. So then why? Why couldn't she sense anything? Had Marisa really fled from the battle after all? Or was she somehow keeping the Mini-Hakkero from recharging, so as to stay hidden? It couldn't have been that she had somehow mastered a spell to conceal her presence within the past twenty minutes. Copy-Marisa's memories indicated that she possessed no such spell as the powerful one that would be necessary to escape her highly trained senses. And yet, the thought that she was somehow concealing her presence seemed to be the only explanation. The question was... how?
…..
The Witch sighed, brushing the sweat from her forehead as her final preparation was finally completed, a purple magic glyph appearing on the ground beneath the rubble, shining faintly for a moment, and then fading away as the power making it up scattered into the ground, just as the green, red, and blue glyphs, and their power, had done before it. The Witch smirked. It had taken some time, but now all of the necessary preparations had been completed. As an imperceptible and yet incomprehensibly vast amount of energy – the entire capacity of her Mini-Hakkero – spread far out beneath the city for countless miles, Marisa had to congratulate herself on her skill at imitation. Sure, it had been pretty hard to copy down the various infinitesimal details of the Master Spark while it was being fired at her by a malevolent flower Youkai, and imitating the Non-Directional Laser had taken several encounters with the librarian who wielded it to be done. But this task... this work of absolute genius, went far beyond any of her previous replications. To think that after seeing only once the gigantic power of the burning assassin and realizing the manner in which he had concealed himself, Marisa could have invented a Ritual Space that operated on the same principle, storing such a vast amount of power so covertly as to not be noticed by the one who now searched for her in vain near the heart of the city while she swiftly skirted about its edges - using an Orrieres Solar System she had already created and stored the energy she had gathered from the initial engagement in, then hidden at each corner of the city so as to escape the faker's notice for a while – creating the finishing touches of her new Absolute Territory ~ Concealed Ritual Space. Although it was weaker than she might have hoped, as the rather unexpected combination attack the faker had mounted had required her to use a large portion of the energy she had stored up. It was this sudden defense that had forced her to summon the Orrieres orbs in the first place, using them as a miniaturized Ritual Space to hastily erect a Bounded Field with which to save herself. But, then again, the attack's rather destructive aftermath had spread so much power across the city that it didn't really matter. With so much loose energy in the air, it had been easy to slip the orbs beneath the copy's radar, and absorbing the now loose particles of magical power to recover that energy which she had just lost and more, had been just as simple.
Yes... that was right. Every single event thus far had been exactly according to the plan the Witch had made in advance, and that plan would continue to take effect up until the battle's conclusion. Already, the Hakkero's energy was nearing the point once again where its detection would be inevitable. Along with this power, Marisa now had at the ready the vast energy placed in storage beneath the city. She had the means to match the enemy's already weakened power. Now, all she needed to do was manipulate the situation so as to place her adversary exactly where she needed her to be. Having already gauged the faker's combat capabilities and capacity to forecast events in advance, and having also analyzed Copy-Marisa's personality flaws to a satisfactory degree, such an act as this would be laughably simple. Then, there was just one final nail to place in the brat's coffin, and Marisa already had the hammer in hand with which to do so.
In the end, that which doomed the faker would not be Marisa's power, nor any attack she could muster. No, even having spent a decent portion of her power in her blind frenzy of destruction, the fake was still much too formidable to be overcome by such a simple method. But, there was still one item, the nature of which would absolutely, without a doubt, lead the enemy to her death. That item was not the reactor Marisa held, but rather its counterpart, the replica – no, the flawed imitation – wielded by her enemy.
Marisa didn't know what means her enemy had used to create this copy of her, but, that no longer mattered. From the very beginning of the fight, the Witch had noticed it. The enemy's Hakkero released power on a much greater scale than her own. At first, she had thought that this was due to the phony magician's own strength, but when the overconfident enemy had only just begun her grand assault, Marisa had realized it.
The Hakkero that the enemy held was not a perfect copy. The energy that escaped it was not allowed to do so by the copy's will. Rather, the container in which the reaction took place was flawed. As it was, not enough power escaped to overcome the Witch's own influence, resulting only in a bit more power than she intended seeping into her every spell. Thanks to her own massive energy reserves, whatever power escaped from the Hakkero would immediately be replenished, making these flaws insignificant. But insignificant or not, that didn't mean Marisa couldn't exploit them. That was why she had allowed the enemy to assume she had been beaten, and why she hadn't run to begin construction of her Ritual Space immediately, instead choosing to stay and carry out a trap she knew would be ineffective. Since she had no power to speak of on her person, escape would be easy, regardless, so what she did or didn't do didn't matter. And so, she had remained, using a potion that never was meant to harm the enemy, but rather her equipment. Already, although the copy did not realize it, the damage had been done, and the main structure of her reactor was beginning to corrode. It would happen slowly at first, but Marisa had means to speed it along which she would carry out soon enough. Better still, the enemy wouldn't even realize that the reactor was damaged, preoccupied as she was with searching for Marisa and with the battle that would subsequently ensue. She would continue to draw on its power, unaware of the fact that it would soon break down entirely, becoming a mere worthless trinket as its heart of iron slowly rusted away under the strain of her own magic, rendering it useless!
Marisa's own Hakkero had no such flaw. Its creator, Morichika Rinnosuke, had initially used iron as its core, but this had corroded and failed under the heat and strain of the magic the device generated. And so, he had learned from his mistake, and had replaced it with a mythical metal known as Hi'irokane, a substance which would not decay, and would have an increased efficiency in absorbing magic. That was the true wonder of the Mini-Hakkero, and it was one the copy had failed to replicate. Having no means of artificially producing the metal, Copy-Marisa must have unconsciously resorted to the original model, and, by this means, rendered her knock-off impotent. But Marisa had realized her failure, even if she herself had not, and now, the very item on which she relied most was going to bring her adversary to her inevitable defeat! For better yet even than the condition of the fake Hakkero was the plan Marisa had already enacted, and the inescapable need her enemy would soon have for that one item which would without the slightest doubt fail her in that same moment.
In short, everything up until now, and everything that was about to occur, had gone and would continue to go exactly as the Witch had planned. She had already won. Now, all there was left to do... was claim her victory.
…..
At last! After nearly half an hour of searching, she had finally found her target. Judging by the mediocre amount of energy the Witch was letting off, Copy-Marisa knew that something was up. But, unable to sense any magic stored in any sort of Ritual Space, she realized that there could be only one explanation. Marisa's Mini-Hakkero had become damaged in the last engagement, and she had fled to hastily repair it. It made sense. She had, after all, been forced to release all of its energy to survive the attack the faker had launched. According to Copy-Marisa's memories, a similar event had occurred once in which the Mini-Hakkero had broken and had needed repairs, meaning it must not have been impossible for such a thing to happen again. Her recollections were blurred, but she knew for a fact that it had once happened. That same event had, without a doubt, happened now.
But Marisa, ill-equipped in an unfamiliar world as she was, could never hope to completely repair the device, could she? No... that was right. Damaged as it was, she would only have been able to muster a temporary solution, which explained the pitifully low level of power – at least, compared to the flaring energy of her own Hakkero. Copy-Marisa had to wonder if her own copy was actually superior to the original, given the vibrant power it released at the slightest command – that she now sensed.
Already, she was beginning to formulate a plan. She knew for a fact that Marisa Kirisame relied on one thing more than anything else: The Mini-Hakkero. It was for this reason that she herself sought to acquire it, to obtain the most precious thing she had to strive for. And it was for this reason that she knew she could defeat her counterpart. Marisa might have been clever, but she was headstrong. It would be a simple enough matter to force her into a situation where she would have to use the Mini-Hakkero to save herself. After all, Copy-Marisa had cornered her in exactly that manner once already, so doing so again would be laughably easy, wouldn't it? And, damaged as it was... Copy-Marisa smirked. She had no use for such a defective item when her own was clearly superior, just as she was superior to her mere Human predecessor. She was the ultimate Black Magician, not Marisa Kirisame, and she would now prove it by matching the object upon which that weakling relied most using the replica she had created with her own power, and overcoming it! Kirisame might have been skilled and wily, but in the end, that was all she was. She could never hope to match the superior nature of the faker's power. After all, whoever made the rule that a copy could not surpass the original? That was just foolish nonsense, and she was going to prove it, once and for all!
With these triumphant thoughts in her mind, she turned her broom to face the location from which the suspicious power was emanating, and, like a comet, she streaked towards her goal.
Everything had already been decided, now. The battle, as it was, could only have one conclusion. Until that point, it was just a matter of breaking the adversary's spells, and weakening them. Even though the battle had not yet been fought...
Marisa could...!
Copy-Marisa could....!
...Already see the ending!
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BGM: Powered By Maxwell's Demon
Marisa watched from where she lay hidden beneath a large spike of rubble that jutted out from a large pile that might have once been a skycraper. Her amber eyes missed nothing as the light-clad shape circled overhead, searching for the power she now faintly but noticeably felt. At last satisfied that she had found her target's hiding spot, she touched down in a small crater at the base of the rubble in which Marisa hid, and began to casually stroll around the area, calling tauntingly to the enemy she knew was hiding nearby. She made no attempts to protect herself, but rather exposed her back in a manner which made it painfully evident that she was prepared to deal with any attacks. Still, it was about time to reveal herself, and she wanted Copy-Marisa lulled into a false sense of security, so the course of action she would take was obvious: make it look like she was desperate. She didn't know what conclusions her impostor had drawn from her actions, but whatever they were, Marisa could already tell: she had become overconfident. And that would be her undoing.
And so she rose, silently, placing the Hakkero on the end of her broom and aiming down its haft as one would sight down the barrel of a rifle. In an instant, an orb of compressed magical power had appeared, and she had fired, releasing a single, high-speed star of azure power directly at the faker's back. There was no time for the enemy to react, for the projectile crossed the distance between them in an instant, and struck home. Or, so it seemed. But Marisa knew better than that, and when the initial flash cleared and her starlight bullet scattered around the Mini-Hakkero floating casually behind her target, the Witch was far from surprised.
Rather, she was overjoyed, for the strain that put on the faulty imitation would make it all that much easier for her to claim victory, but moreover, it made it all the more obvious that the faker had no idea what was happening, even now, to her precious reactor.
All according to Marisa's plan.
“Oh, so that's where you were. I was wondering what sort of hole you'd crawled into to save yourself, but I never expected you'd do exactly that. Pathetic, cowering in the face of danger like a common vermin.” The fake said casually, turning and idly catching the floating reactor as she stood, her broom slung over her shoulder, staring down the witch who now stood in plain view atop the hill of rubble.
“Yeah, guess I got bored of playing hide and seek and decided blowing stuff up would be more fun! Guess I'm not a magician from a city-sect like you, am I? Oh, wait, you're not, either, because you're me!” Marisa joked. “But seriously, you need to take it easy. You're getting as uptight as Alice, and that's something I should never have to say about somebody who's supposedly me. It's just plain wrong, I tell you!”
“Pathetic. Trying to appear calm, even in the face of defeat? You've got no chance and you know it, so you're just making time for yourself, hoping to somehow escape your fate. But your humor is unwanted, and, ultimately, useless. It's over. You've got nowhere left to run, and with your inferior magic, the winner in a fair fight is obvious.”
Marisa grinned, and snapped her fingers. “Not much reason for me to fight fair, then, is there? Ground Stardust!” She laughed, releasing the trap she had laid beforehand, but the fake witch didn't even move from where she stood, even as the ground exploded beneath her. Instead, she simply pointed the Hakkero downward, and fired off a blast of raw power, obliterating the potions Marisa had concealed there as though she was swatting a fly.
“Aww. That's too bad. And here I was, hoping you'd explode. Well, all the more fun for me, then! If you're so certain that you're gonna beat me, then why not come up here and prove it?” Marisa said, dropping into a fighting stance and leveling her Hakkero, magic dancing around her upraised hand as she prepared for combat.
“If you're done proving your own impotence, then I'll gladly take you down, here and now! But let's see how smug you really are, shall we? Come on, attack me with all you've got! Or do you not have enough Spells in store?!” Copy-Marisa replied with a laugh, spreading her arms and charging up a spell, violet starlight dancing around her as she gave a twisted smirk, bracing to leap forward just as Marisa did the same across from her. For a moment, silence reigned, and then, both cried out in unison, and the light of two spells flashed through the darkened sky, azure clashing with vermillion light as two rival tempests rose and spiraled into infinity.
““Magic Sign ~ Stardust Reverie!””
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Re: RPG
by AMimsyBorogove on Wed Oct 31, 2012 11:15 pm
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BGM: Emotional Skyscraper ~ Cosmic Mind
Countless thousands of stars erupted into existence in a storm of magic fire, the two identical barrages cascading down one upon the other, and, in an instant, engaging, each individual star consuming its counterpart in the opposite spell, and, in turn, being consumed, a single giant wall of continuous explosions forming between the Witch and her copy as innumerable glyphs of arcane power formed one right after the other in the air all around them, and both celestial bombardments intensified a hundred fold. The ground cracked and burst apart all around them, the mountains of amassed rubble all around them picked up and sent scattering in all directions from the force of the engagement.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended, as both spells timed out in the exact same instant, and, bracing themselves for battle, both witches leaped into the magic storm, already casting the exact same spell. Like so many other weapons in the Witch's arsenal, this was just an imitation of an attack she had seen already. But unlike most of her other replicated attacks save her very strongest spells, this attack was honed to a near-perfect copy of the spell from which it was derived, and possessed a strength that dwarfed most of the other attacks the twin magicians had used thus far. This was no spellcard, no toy with which to show off or prove oneself. This was an overwhelming spellcard that had been returned to its original, lethal form, a technique of last resort which Marisa now brought to bear on her enemy.
Marisa gave a battle raising the broom as it was suddenly consumed by a brilliant cerulean light, a malevolent fire dancing up and down its haft and extending far out into empty space, snarling and crackling like the flames of the burning Hell far, far underground. She held it high over her head, then struck downward with the force of the apocalypse which this weapon was said to bring.
But the other Witch was already moving, her own weapon leveled as she, too, chanted the spell, and then lunged forward, sweeping her own hissing purple blade upward to meet Marisa's. Once more, the identical voices joined in unison, declaring the name of a frightful spell far beyond the level of the petty engagement they had reveled in previously. This battle had ceased being an amusement to Marisa, and had long since quit being a mere treasure hunt for the faker. This was now a real, deadly duel, in which both combatants would spare no expense to utterly obliterate their enemy, no matter what got in their way, and was also destroyed. The ground shook and trembled as the matching blades clashed, releasing a gargantuan explosion that spread out in all directions, turning the very earth to dust beneath where the witches locked in battle in the very instant their blades met, a hurricane of opposing winds shrieking off of their weapons and into the atmosphere above, sending a vast whirlwind spiraling up and into the heavens.
““Replica of Forbidden Sword: Laevateinn!”” Two voices cried at once, their words drowned out by the roaring power that surrounded them. The twin flaming swords - each a matching copy of the legendary sword of the fire giant Surt, derived from the original weapon in the possession of the insane Vampire Flandre – howled and raged like living beasts as the met, each blade tearing into the other in a futile struggle to force the other back. At last, with a rush of wind like a vacuum, the two blades broke from one another, sending dust and hellish light exploding outward in all directions as each Witch shot past the other. Moving in matching time, each Witch immediately rebounded, arcing back and streaking towards the other, leveling their blades for a second attack.
Another explosion of terrible magic rocked the Earth, the radiance of the engagement shining out for miles over the wilderness, its thunderous roar and the shock of each tremendous stroke turning to gale force winds that tore apart the landscape even miles from where the two magicians still struggled, leveling blow after blow as they danced through the air like shooting stars. Again and again those horrible blades met, and yet neither could overcome its twin, just as neither Witch could yet overcome her counterpart.
The battle grew faster now, as Marisa pulled back, then abruptly accelerated, streaking around behind her opponent and aiming a horizontal strike at the faker's back, only to be met and turned away by the copy's own sword as she twisted to meet her enemy. Undeterred, Marisa spun with the force of this parry and brought down her blade from above with both hands, clashing for a moment with Copy-Marisa's sword and again being turned aside, only to bring her blade back around for a second, then third, then a fourth strike, all in the very same instant. Both magicians moved too fast for the eye to see now, each raining down blows and counter-blows at the same unbelievable rate that they turned aside the strokes of their adversary. The flashing light in the sky had now become a single, gleaming star, the surface of which danced with clashing azure and violet, the power of the witches who even still dueled at its core. The debris that had once lay on the ground now hung suspended in the air, then was instantly cut to pieces not by the combatants, but by the razor sharp wind released merely by their swords' passing! Before the heat generated by their tremendous power could simply disintegrate these gigantic stones held aloft by the duelists' might, they were already turned to dust simply by the sheer force of the thousands of blows that now occurred, were turned back, and then were followed up, within a single fraction of a second. The light in the sky grew brighter, even as the sky itself grew darker, and lightning flashed throughout the heavens as a tempestuous storm of air ran wild. The noise of the battle was prodigious, deafening, even when heard from entire miles away, at which distance the brilliant light of the witches swords could still be seen clearly as the mammoth weapons clashed with the force of warring gods.
Suddenly, an explosion rocked the air, both Witches finding an opening at exactly the same instant and lunging forward, each releasing a storm of power as they mounted their attack, locking blades for a single instant. The raging star around them intensified unimaginably, then abruptly shattered, sending both flying backwards as the two giant blades met and exploded outward, lighting up the entire sky as the earth below was torn apart and sent flying upon the wind. Those buildings in the city below that hadn't already been destroyed by the copy's attack began to be cut apart by the sheer force of the air rushing past them, and only the very tallest, sturdiest of the might edifices that had once stood in that place still remained before the incredible light that now filled the air, the mere side-effect of a battle between two versions of perhaps the greatest black magician to ever walk the soil of Gensokyo.
Insert Song: Toku, Toku, Toku!
Copy-Marisa hissed and covered her eyes as her blade, as well as that of her enemy, shattered before their eyes, the diamond dust of the twin swords of destruction falling like feathers from the roiling sky. She didn't understand, she didn't understand at all! If the energy she had sensed emanating from her enemy's Hakkero was any indication, a powerful spell like that – especially one with enough energy to match her own - should have taken up a considerable portion of Marisa's remaining power. And yet, the other Witch was just hovering calmly across from her, seated atop her broom and holding down the brim of her hat, both to cover her eyes from the light that filled the air, and to keep it from blowing away on the rushing air of the explosion that separated them. The same calm smirk she had worn since the beginning was still plastered across her lips, as though she didn't have anything to worry about at all. The faker didn't understand it, not one bit... and that infuriated her.
“What's the matter, phony?” Marisa called. “Getting tired?”
“I should ask the same of you, outdated magician!” The faker rebutted.
“Are you kidding? A battle against a thoroughly ordinary black magician whose moves I can read like an open book is nothing compared to taking down gods and the like. I've hardly even broken a sweat!” The Witch laughed, raising her Mini-Hakkero, a multicolored light surrounding her hand as four small shapes appeared around her: an Orrieres Solar System, although their tiny size compared to usual gave away how weak they were. Still, they were only meant to keep up a steady bombardment of weak danmaku, and they would serve that purpose perfectly.
“Then I suppose we're have to change that!” The faker called back, raising her own Hakkero, and bracing herself to launch forward as the blast cleared between them. As the light, at last, split apart, she launched forward in an instant, and Marisa reacted with equal speed, sending all four orbs shooting forward, surrounding the incoming faker and beginning to twist and shift wildly, breaking their usual formation and instead jumping about at random on all sides of her. Then, the Witch opened fire, both from the orbs surrounding her target and with the Hakkero in her hand, releasing countless tiny arcs of green light from the magical reactor while a variation of the same Illusion Laser Copy-Marisa had used to start the battle erupted constantly all around the incoming faker, just as the many spreads of green bolts converged all around her, colliding and exploding in a field of burning stars, between which countless lasers raged. The faker, acting on experience that was not her own, held onto her hat and wove expertly to one side, then to the other, darting between explosive showers of light from the Witch while simultaneously predicting the attack angle of the fast-moving orbs raining down continuous storms of starlight at point blank. Bullet after bullet pierced through the air she had occupied, but in an instant, she dextrously escaped each and every incoming shot, erupting from the storm within striking distance of her target. Marisa, reacting instantly, swept her broom up from beneath her, flaring its thrusters to deal an explosive blow to the incoming faker, but by the time the broom reached its target, Copy-Marisa had already leaped from her own broom, flaring its own thrusters to launch it as a projectile at her foe while flipping over the Witch's swift counterattack. But Marisa, too, would not be struck, and in an instant had caught the end of her broom with her free hand and swept it downward mightily, deflecting the oncoming counterattack and sending Copy-Marisa's mount flying past her. The fake witch, flying through the air, raised her purple Hakkero and fired downward, but Marisa, at the same time, recalled her Orrieres Solar System to her hand and fired off a swirling shower of constantly shifting green magic missiles at the oncoming projectile. These shots collided between them and exploded powerfully, a flash of white-gold light spreading across the sky as the fake completed her full aerial somersault and expertly landed once more upon her broom, kicking it out beneath her to bring her about in an instant, and raising her Hakkero to fire once again. Now it was her turn to release a mighty shower of attacks, firing off a storm of randomized laser blasts that were cleverly oriented to alternatively switch places, split apart, and then combine again as they flew, creating a pattern that should have been nigh impossible to navigate. And yet the Witch, springing into action, darted left and veered beneath one of the oncoming beams just in time for it to split around her, missing completely, then streaked into the rest of the hailstorm of bullets, dodging and rolling without so much as brushing up against one of the ubiquitous violet lasers as she aimed straight for the attack's center, and the fake witch who hovered there, firing ever-increasing volleys of attacks, through which her adversary nonetheless passed unharmed. Down, then left, Marisa escaped another sudden shift in the pattern, then rebounded off of the bounded field created by her own Orrieres Solar System to escape a sudden explosion that erupted in her path. Flipping over to duck another laser, she found herself in the perfect position to counterattack, directly beneath her target. Before the fake Marisa could fire off another round, the genuine Witch had angled her broom straight upward and launched herself straight for the impostor, firing off another spiraling cloud of missiles as she rose upward toward her foe.
Copy-Marisa, realizing she had no more time left to fire, abandoned her spell and shot upward also, darting left and right as the missiles curved inward to corner her, thereby evading their patterns by a hair's breadth, slipping between several as she rose ever-higher. Just then, however, four azure lights shown forth from behind her as the Orrieres Solar System, now successfully repositioned above the cornered target, began raining down a seemingly endless rain of laser bursts and missiles, a perfectly-executed trap that had passed completely unnoticed by its intended target. But, while such an attempt might have felled a foe with less experience, Marisa Kirisame was, without a doubt, the most practiced danmaku combatant in all of Gensokyo, and the copy who she now faced held all of that same experience. She knew both how the game was played, and how the other player's mind worked. In such a situation, even this skillful maneuver was far from sufficient.
Kicking her broom from beneath her, Copy-Marisa caught the handle of the flying cleaning appliance in an instant, and, imbuing it with an intense violet energy, spun about as she flew, bringing the supercharged broom to bear on the oncoming hail of magic, releasing a single, vast arc of vermillion power into the oncoming cloud and scattering the once-formidable starlight into so much smoke, flames, and ash. The four orbs, splitting before the incoming wave, were only barely saved from the same destruction as the attacks they had released. But this was not all Copy-Marisa did, for now it was the faker's turn to execute a trap of her own. Snapping her fingers, she abruptly froze in place all of the bullets she had fired in her last attack, just as the Witch reached their center. From the midst of the countless criss-crossing bullets, the magician could not see it at first, but from above, the faker could easily make out the details of the flawlessly crafted magic circle her pattern's seemingly random shifting had created: a ritual space meant to serve exactly one purpose.
A sudden surge of light on all sides was the only warning Marisa had as every last ounce of the energy typhoon surrounding her abruptly flared to life, then imploded, rushing in on the very center she now occupied in a lightning fast halo of destructive power. But just as suddenly, the four ritual orbs Marisa yet controlled descended like thunderbolts from above, splitting around the copy and flashing into place around their master in the blink of an eye. Then, as the wave closed in far too quickly to be escaped, the Bounded Field formed between each of the magically interlinked orbs began to rotate at a tremendous speed, blurring into a single circular area of glistening azure that, as the purple wave closed in from all sides, matched it, then broke it into countless tiny shards of gleaming arcane dust.
But the faker was far from done, for this counterattack had bought her the time she needed to bring a real spell to bear. Snapping her fingers, she instantly recalled the power of the broken Ritual Space, and reformed it into a radiant storm of thousand-colored magic which expanded outward on every imaginable axis, beams of light expanding in all directions, trailing shooting stars all around them as they did so, and sweeping out to cover the area the Witch now occupied.
“Love Storm ~ Starlight Typhoon!” The phony magus cried, and at those words, the thousand lances of starlight shot outward at lightning speed, a rain of innumerable stars descending on the magician below, as though every last light in the sky had been wrenched forth from its place aloft and sent plummeting towards the ground below.
In an instant, the Witch had ceased her rotation, and, placing all four orbs directly beneath her, turned her broom straight off and flared its thrusters to maximum power, rocketing upward with only inches to spare as at least a dozen blades of light closed in from all sides, slicing through where she had only just been seconds before, then continuing their rotation to follow her upward, while the faker at the attack's center changed her aim and fired off another barrage of starlight at the rapidly fleeing Witch. In an instant, a curtain of bullets blocked off her upward route, but she had expected such a retaliation, and before this pattern had even finished forming, she had immediately rotated one of the four orbs up from the end of her broom, positioning it against the left side of the stick's haft, then flaring its energy, sending her shooting to the right just as the shower of falling stars tore through the air a hair's breadth to her left. In the next instant, a second orb had planted itself firmly against the right side of the broom, and it, too, released a stream of power, propelling Marisa out of the way just in time to evade an upward sweeping laser. Firing both of these thrusters at once, the Witch abruptly veered backward, looping over in mid-air and terminating her upward flight, which was fortunate, for in the very next instant another laser had swept out to block her course, while several others closed in to cut off any downward escape.
Pulling out for a moment, Marisa veered about as fast as she could, rolling to avoid another shower of stars. This was a spellcard she knew well enough. Consisting of a constantly and alternatively rotating outer ring of lasers, behind which trailed magic seals that fired off star-shaped missiles, it was a very formidable spellcard if one could not get to its center before the lasers fully formed. Sadly, the copy had played her hand well, delaying her by forcing her to deflect the collapsing Ritual Space, an act which simultaneously manifested the necessary power to fully form the laser curtain instantly, and bypassing the necessary spellcard construction period which would have allowed Marisa to enter the eye of the storm, so to speak. Of course, even safely beyond the nigh-impassible orb of rotating blades, once still had to cope with the countless stars trailing out from within the spell's center. But these projectiles, upon first being fired, moved slowly and only gained the velocity that made them so formidable upon exiting the sphere and beginning their descent, and thus could be easily evaded at first, allowing for space to counterattack. As it was, any danmaku she fired at this distance would just be deflected by the enemy's outer shell of spinning lasers, or by the stars that fired from within every single crack in this already insane defense. Starlight Typhoon had been a spell Marisa had created herself on a random whim, adapting the Non-Directional Laser to suit a balanced offensive/defensive purpose, mostly just to see what would happen. In spellcard form, it wasn't so hard to deal with, as the limit of battles to a two-dimensional plane meant the number of lasers was significantly lower, and hence, their effectiveness at keeping out enemies was somewhat limited. But in a battle where spells didn't have to be breakable, and attacks didn't require a built-in weakness for the sake of fairness in a combat art that promoted skill and creativity rather than raw power... Well, let's just say things were a lot less straightforward, and leave it at that.
The way she saw it, the Witch now had two options. She could either continue evading, and hope to time out the ridiculously amplified spellcard, or she could try to break into its heart, where her enemy would be unable to move around freely, and could be counterattacked at will. On the one hand, the second course of action would be almost impossible, but, on the other... She was Marisa Kirisame, the Witch who made a living out of doing the impossible! Of course she was going to attack!
And so, flaring the two orbs serving as gigantic boosters on the end of her broom, Marisa used the maneuvering orbs on either side or her to angle her straight towards the maelstrom of multicolored mayhem. Then, pushing her speed to its limits, she dived, falling like a burning comet from the heavens, a cerulean flame burning brightly all about her as she dropped, leaving behind a tail of arcane light so radiant that its light could be seen from across the land, even by those of her allies who were fighting far away in their own battles.
At once, all of the beams in the area began to close in, firing out at her from dead ahead while those on her sides cut in from all directions, but at her current speed, the defensive curtain couldn't hope to encircle her fast enough. She darted back and forth, ducking, dodging and rolling to escape attacks from every conceivable angle, plowing straight through a curtain of starlight and then pulling up only just in time to skirt along the edge of the sphere of blades surrounding the faker. As the beams beneath her all erupted in unison, and the surface of the defensive orb rose to consume the Witch darting nimbly across its surface, Marisa carried out her plan. Pushing the thruster orbs to the breaking point, Marisa abruptly launched forward, the sonic boom caused by her sudden acceleration releasing enough raw force to shatter the surface of the spell behind her. Now was her chance, she thought triumphantly. And so, as the orb was torn back behind her, Marisa cut her speed as suddenly as she had flared it, sending herself vaulting head over heals. As she found herself at the very top of the still-reforming defensive curtain, she at the same time was angled straight down. The brilliant blue aura surrounding her surged to life, and with the last of the power in the four orbs propelling her broom, Marisa fired off like a rocket, descending at near-terminal velocity upon the head of her target. As countless stars fired off at a pitifully slow speed all around her, Marisa streaked right between them, raised the Mini-Hakkero at point blank, and, at once, released a whirlwind of starlight directly into her target. Then, raising her boot-clad foot, she stamped down with all her might, dealing a supersonic drive kick directly to her doppelganger's chest.
“Magic Sign ~ Asteroid Belt!”
BGM: Extend Sky
From within the spinning forest of multicolored blades, a brilliant light burst forth, countless stars straining against the already cracking sphere that contained them and, at last, exploding outward in an endless storm of light that spiraled forever onward in all directions, blinding to behold. At the heart of this blast were the two magicians, the one reeling from the force of the explosion that had just struck her head on and the tremendous blow she had just been dealt, but unbowed, the magic around her flickering as it recovered from the sheer force it had just largely absorbed. Were it not for the faker's sheer strength and timely reaction to the witch's assault, erecting a barrier just in time to bear the brunt of the overwhelming attack, she would surely have perished in the typhoon of starfire that had struck her head-on, breaking clear through even her magnificent and intricate defenses, managing to actually strike her physically in such a manner... but that mighty blow had been in vain, for its force had been sapped by the barrier that had deflected it, and now...
Now Copy-Marisa had a firm grip on the overextended limb of her adversary. Grimacing in absolute fury, she braced herself against her broom, and then twisted about, using all the strength she could muster to send her enemy flying, at the same time releasing a point-blank surge of power in the form of an explosion, a blast of violet light expanding in all directions and shattering each and every one of the magician's stars, scattering even that powerful spell in the course of a single instant.
Marisa gave a cry of surprise as she was abruptly wrenched from her broom, then sent hurtling by an explosion that, despite her attempts to protect herself, came quite close to ripping her completely to pieces. As it was, she got off with several cuts and even more burns, pain searing every inch of her body as she struggled to recover her balance as she fell through thin air. But in that moment, she realized, she had far more important things to worry about, for with a roar and a shower of light, a gigantic blast of raw energy was directed straight at her at a tremendous speed. Marisa twisted about as best she could in mid air, using her rotation to carry her sideways, but the attack had already almost connected. Even as she moved out of its direct line of fire, she realized that she could not possibly escape fast enough to fully evade this attack. But, with her defenses disrupted by the first explosion, she had no hope of blocking. And so, she simply raised the Mini-Hakkero, and cut her losses the best way she could, drawing on the power of the vermillion sun even as it struck her in the side and sent her rocketing across the sky, completely out of control. In an instant, she had crossed almost half of the city, going from its destroyed outskirts straight to its heart in a heartbeat. Then, with an impact that nearly knocked her out of her senses, she crashed against the surface of a skyscraper, and began to plummet rapidly down its edge, seemingly unconscious.
“And now, you die!” The fake witch roared, her titanic aura compressing down to a single sphere directly around her body, an area of magic so dense that it was essentially solid, a star compressed down to the size of a human frame. Then, casting her broomstick aside and flaring her energy, she cried out four words, and launched herself downward like an avenging angel.
“Last Word: Blazing Star!”
The air was ripped apart and scattered in all directions with a tremendous roar as the faker plummeted downward, now but a blur of violet light streaking through the air as speeds that were impossible to follow. And yet, as she neared her target, something completely unexpected happened.
Two amber eyes shot open, and a burned, battered, but nonetheless firm arm reached out, and, coated in magic, plunged deep into the side of the skyscraper wall. In a shower of dust and falling debris, the Witch rapidly slowed down. The faker was already almost upon her, but the split second before impact was all the time the black magician needed. Reinforcing her arm with all the magic she could muster, she pulled herself upward with every last bit of her might, flipping into the air and soaring away from the wall. At that exact instant, the copy streaked directly beneath her, missing her only by an infinitesimally small margin. As the enemy collided with the building, sending it tumbling downward in a flash of light and a cloud of dust, the witch immediately summoned her fallen broom beneath her, and expertly landed atop it, her countenance worn, scratched, and streaked with blood, sweat and dust... and yet, she still smiled, her confident grin not faltering for an instant as she gazed across at her enemy who rose, emerging from the rubble and floating into the air, the light around her growing with each passing moment as the Mini-Hakkero in her hand sparked and shone wildly, pouring out a ridiculous amount of power an at the same time compressing it into an ultra-thick aura around its wielder. At this point, harming Copy-Marisa was completely out of the question. The power around her had reached a degree where she could probably safely walk across the surface of a sun, or fly into the grasp of a black hole without being consumed. This ultimate reinforcement Spell, once activated, could not possibly be broken by any power less than its own, and the things it could not surpass were very few indeed. Even Marisa's precious Master Spark would do nothing to a defense of that magnitude. This spell was the last resort Marisa had created, rarely ever even used due to the amount of power involved. And yet, now that her enemy had broken out such a trump card, Marisa would have to match it, at least until such time as her plan could finally be enacted. Just a little longer... she just needed to hold out a little longer. And to do that...
A tempest of azure light took shape in an instant as the Mini-Hakkero released a tremendous amount of power, nearly emptying itself as the same level of energy now formed around the faker took shape around Marisa herself. The level of arcane power in the air was blinding, deafening, and even paralyzing, the sheer tension between the two clashing whirlpools of magic enough to spread a crushing weight, a searing heat, a tremendous light, and a screaming gale over the surrounding cityscape. Even those giant buildings which had stood up until this point were suddenly bent backward by the shockwave that spread over the surrounding area, then, in the next moment, torn entirely to pieces, and scattered throughout the air. The city, as it had once been, simply did not exist any longer. In its place was a mere wasteland of rubble, over which danced the twin lights of the ultimate magicians' magic.
“So... you're finally breaking out some real spells, huh?” Copy-Marisa said approvingly, smirking with triumph at the battered condition of her opponent. Marisa merely grinned, and gave her reply in the form of four words. A sudden weakness, however, was beginning to overtake her, and in the face of the tremendous amount of power she was expending, she was beginning to find it difficult to stay awake. But she had to remain conscious. She had to keep fighting. She could not hesitate, nor could she give an inch of ground. She had to hold out until such time as she could finally end this. No matter what, she would absolutely carry out her plan, and achieve victory.
“Last... Word,” she gasped. “Blazing Star.”
Copy-Marisa, too, smirked. The state of her opponent... it was pathetic. To have suffered so much at the hands of such a low level attack. It was ironic to think that the attack that had done the most toward ending her enemy's insignificant life wasn't even a spell, but rather a mere torrent of magic she had released out of rage. But, it was no surprise. Her plan was working perfectly. Already, the light of her enemy's reactor was growing fainter. In a few minutes, it would finally be time to make her move, and to mount an attack that her enemy could not hope to match. The faker didn't know where the Witch had gotten the strength to keep on fighting up until now, but she would keep on attacking until all of that strength had faded. And then, Marisa Kirisame, the black magician without peer... would finally meet her end, and she, the true ultimate magician, would prove for all time that she was the superior witch!
They exchanged no words now, but instead merely braced themselves in air, the broom silently falling from beneath the Witch's feet, no longer wanted in a battle at this level. Then, their eyes met, and with a flare of power and an explosion of sound, both combatants vanished into streaks of light. Then, the world was torn asunder as, at a speed that no human could comprehend, they collided, releasing a blast the force of which uprooted even the forests on the plains miles from the site of their engagement. But by the time the backlash of their blow had been released, they were already gone, streaking across the sky and clashing at least a thousand more times throughout the heavens long before the sound of their initial impact had even sounded.
For every given moment, the sky was filled with light like that of a million stars, the two magicians moving now at a speed that surpassed all laws of nature, naught but two clashing streams of pure light, two stars colliding again and again in mortal combat, each one of the innumerable simultaneous blows they rained upon one another carrying with it enough force to scorch the earth that now lay far, far below. Again and again they clashed, moving countless miles in the space of a single instant, flashing back and forth across the sky in their unending struggle. Yet, despite the immeasurable strength with which they battered each other mercilessly, with the initiative shifting back and forth at a rate that nearly matched the speed of their superluminal duel. Marisa landed a powerful blow to her enemy's head, slamming her into the ground below, only to be blown away by the faker as she rebounded instantly, slamming head-first into her target and flashing throughout the air, raining blows upon Marisa, only to be countered yet again in turn, neither side letting up, even though the radiant starlight surrounding them grew thinner with each passing minute as both sides rapidly lost power.
Both of the magicians realized this fact, and redoubled their efforts. And yet, the inconclusive combat raged on, with neither side dealing any noticeable damage to the other, their matching ultimate defensive wards rendering both combatants similarly unreachable until at last, with a tremendous flash of light, the two parted, and then struck again, pouring more power into this single blow than either had into their entire battle up until now.
In that moment, two stars flared to life in the sky, clashing together and exploding into a mutual shower of light as both spells broke with the force of a supernova, sending both of the two witches flying apart. In an instant, Marisa had recalled her broom to her hand, and, using it to slow her fall, came to a hard landing amidst the very center of the wreckage, walls of debris rising up all around her. The faker, meanwhile, was catapulted far into the air, until she at last steadied herself. As the sky between them slowly cleared once more, the twin stars slowly collapsing into mutual destruction, neither spoke, merely facing down their adversary as each drew forth the very last of their power. As each, in silent preparation, executed their final strategy, there was only one thought in both of their minds.
It's time.
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BGM: Moonless Night Amaryllis
“Well... I must admit, I'm impressed,” The faker said at last, after she had once more gotten her breath. The aura of violet power that she had emitted almost constantly since the battle's commencement had faded down to a mere crackling pulse that shone, on occasion, from the replica reactor in her hand, which simmered and sizzled, yet perhaps not with the same power as before, almost as though it, too, was sputtering as it struggled for breath. “I never expected you would manage to survive for so long, that you would match my every spell to such an extent. But, while I admire your determination and rather extraordinary resilience, I'm afraid the battle ends now.”
“Yeah. I was thinking... the same thing!” Marisa replied with a cough, brushing a trickle of blood from her cheek as she smirked up at her enemy with renewed determination. Both of them knew exactly what would occur next, and yet, out of mutual respect as well as fatigue, they waited, for just a moment, before they would begin the single engagement that would end this battle.
“Marisa Kirisame,” The faker began. “You said to me at the beginning of this fight that you would prove to me that you, as the original, would prove your superiority as the ultimate black magician. Now has come the time for you to support that claim. And, in exchange, from this point forward, I will not fail in proving my own superiority over you! So, go on... use that precious treasure of yours, and try to kill me with all the power you can muster. No more games. No more hiding or running away. Stand your ground and face me with every ounce of your strength, to see who is truly more powerful! Use the spell you rely on above everything else, and try your best to stop THIS!” And with this proclamation, the copy swept down her hand, her eyes gleaming suddenly with a blue light as countless arcane symbols began to form in the air in front of her, and the simmering of her reactor grew to a shrill roar as power poured forth and into the air. The final sorcery of the faker, one last purple star, began to take form in the air high over the earth, and even as it did, the witch on the ground, too, prepared herself to cast one last spell.
“That's a challenge I'm willing to accept,” Marisa replied boldly, raising her own Hakkero as it began to gleam with a radiant light. “With this spell, we settle the score, once and for all!” A brilliant storm of blue light took form on the ground, matching the violet radiance that shone out over the world from above. Then, with a final shout, two identical voices cried their defiance, cast their magic, and released in unison the greatest destructive spell in all of Gensokyo.
““Master Spark!””
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BGM: Shoot Through the Galaxy, Final Master Spark!
The world exploded in light, the radiance of the primordial fire that birthed the universe shining forth from the palms of the two magicians. Downward fell a blanket of vermillion luminescence, blocking out the sky from whence it came, and a matching azure tempest tore up from the ground spanning not only the entire width of the crater at the center of which Marisa stood, but spreading beyond that and into open air. And then, with a roar that shook the earth to its core, these two lights collided, and a power the likes of which the world had never seen was made manifest, scorching the earth for countless miles as the two stars of destruction now did battle.
It was combat on a scale far beyond mortal comprehension. The world trembled and the heavens screamed with the force of the struggle as first one side prevailed as its adversary drew back, hoping to conserve power, but then forced forward again with redoubled might, both waiting for the ideal time to make their move suddenly, and to overwhelm their opponent's magic with their own. Each combatant was assured of their victory, smug in the knowledge that their foe's weapon would fail them at the time they needed it most. But, in the end, only one of them could win, and the Witch who stood fast to her position, slowly creeping forward against the oncoming tide of pure chaos, biding her time for just a few moments more, already knew who the victor would be, for Marisa had finally realized the degree to which her enemy had deluded herself. But the frequency with which she spoke of the Mini-Hakkero and its inferiority had finally allowed Marisa to realize the truth. It was hilariously ironic, really, that her opponent would come to a misconception of such a nature about her enemy's weapon when the one actually suffering from the very flaws she was planning to exploit was herself. And yet, it was oddly fitting, that this impostor who thought so highly of herself and her fakes, would be lured to her death by that very arrogance. And now, it was finally time to show her exactly how wrong she truly was, for Marisa had seen something the mad witch above her had missed: a faint fluctuation in the energy level of her opponent's reactor. So the final dam had finally sprung a leak... Now, all that there was left to do was open the flood gates, and release the swiftly turning tide of her magic!
“Heh.... You call this an attack?! That's just sad!” Marisa taunted over the roar of the battle, abruptly flaring her own power. Her enemy gave a cry of surprise as the formidable attack beneath her morphed into something far, far greater. “I'll show you... just how weak... your fakes... really are! Double Spark!”
In the instant she spoke, two things happened. Firstly, the already blinding light around her intensified, surging forth in a renewed torrent and expanding to over twice its original size, surging upward and striking suddenly against the enemy's attack, forcing it back so rapidly as to almost engulf the one who fired it in that very instant.
And, secondly, the copy hovering in the air gave a triumphant smirk. She had finally drawn Marisa to release all of her available energy, and now that she had, she could crush her with impunity, overloading the Mini-Hakkero and breaking through this last strength Marisa had left. She, in turn, flared her power, and giving a cry of her own, responded instantly.
“Sad indeed... FOR YOU! You're finished!” Copy-Marisa roared back, and abruptly, the light of her own spell expanded, stretching out across the sky, as though the heavens themselves had been consumed by her power. “MAGICANNON: FINAL SPARK!”
Just as suddenly as Marisa's advance had pushed the faker back, the Witch found herself driven back instead, the raging, world-breaking force of the magical storm that now beat down upon her nearly obliterating her before she could so much as react. As it was, the blue light of her own Spark was driven almost all the way back to the brink of the crater, the earth around the edges of where the city had once been already beginning to float upward into the destructive vacuum that crept ever closer to the ground, seemingly unstoppable in its advance.
Even with her Hakkero slowly failing, it seemed that the faker was a more formidable opponent than Marisa had thought. For the first time in this fight since she had come up with her plan for success, Marisa Kirisame was, without a doubt, unsure of her success – perhaps even a little afraid. And yet, she knew two things that meant she would not, and could not, fail to stop this attack.
Firstly: Should this attack hit, Marisa realized that the battle had escalated to the point that the resulting explosion would cause damage on a scale beyond anything anyone on this planet – her comrades and her enemies, both – could imagine. With the corrupted, destructive power of the faker combined with the energy of the false Hakkero, Marisa didn't doubt that the collateral damage would be at least twice as much as that of a normal, unrestricted Master Spark, if not more now that her enemy was releasing even more power with which to overwhelm her. The surrounding area for countless miles would be burned until there was nothing but ashes left. Her comrades, probably fighting somewhere at least relatively nearby, would surely be killed in the blast. And even beyond the reach of the magic's energy, the damage would still continue. The shockwave of the impact would be enough to wrench continents from their place, causing devastation on a national, if not a global scale. She absolutely could not allow that to happen!
But, secondly, and perhaps more tangible than her motivation, was the knowledge that, beneath her very feet at this very instant, was stored at least four times the maximum energy capacity of the Mini-Hakkero. And with that power... it didn't matter what strength the enemy possessed! There was not a single thing she could not defeat!
And so, the Witch slowly rose, giving a roar of exertion as she released all of the seals holding back the power left in her reactor, and prepared to match her enemy's strength, drawing forth every last ounce of the faker's power before she finally made her counterattack. She would deplete that false reactor, and show its wielder how powerless she really was...! And so, Marisa Kirisame stood as Atlas, with the weight of the entire heavens kept aloft only by the strength she possessed, fighting resolutely to hold back the stars as they threatened all at once to fall down. And, although the entire sky was consumed with the violet light of the impostor's fake power, yet the Witch still stood, her azure flames blazing across the ground and forcing back the tide of the enemy's final attack.
“Not... yet!” Marisa strained to make herself heard over the apocalyptic fury of the storm, and yet her voice, along with her power, rose clear to the heavens, once more standing fast against the enemy's all-out assault. “Perverse Love: Sure-Fire Master Spark!”
“What?!” The copy exclaimed, unable to believe what she was seeing. Somehow, even though that Hakkero long since should have shut down... how did the Witch manage to keep fighting?! She couldn't sense any energy leaking from the Hakkero at all, save for the power of the spell the Witch now unleashed. That should have meant that it was entirely devoid of energy, and yet even when her adversary should have collapsed long ago, she was still somehow managing to fight back, even at this level! Giving a howl of frustration at the impossibility of it all, the copy decided to go for broke. Releasing all of her power at once, she pushed her copy Hakkero to its limits, expanding her attack as far as it would go. “Damn it all, why don't you just DIE?! Magicannon: Final Ma-”
The faker got no further, for as the two beams once more clashed at the boundary between earth and sky, the light of the Witch's last-ditch spell slowly shrinking back to the ground as though in vain, something happened at long last: the event that would decide the battle.
At that fateful moment, with a sputter, a flare of light, and a feeble spark, not one, but both Mini-Hakkero reactors began to die out. The Sure-Fire Master Spark was a technique that sapped all of the reactor's remaining energy, so now that it had passed, it was only natural that the only thing keeping that beam in existence now was Marisa's own strength, and that would soon give way. And yet... the Final Spark should have only gotten bigger! The faker had poured all of her power into that spell, and the endless power of her Mini-Hakkero! There was no way it should have run out!
But it had. Her own attack, too, had faded to a weak, narrow stream of light where once a mighty storm had raged down upon the earth, and a small stream of smoke had begun to seep out from within the Hakkero, the scent of burning wood and melting iron permeating the air.
“Surprised?” Marisa called up with a tired but triumphant grin.
“Wh... what have you done...?!” The copy asked, fear entering her disbelieving voice for the first time.
“I've stolen it – your most precious treasure. Not that half-assed imitation – I never thought I'd say this, but that trinket's one thing that not even worth stealing – but that vaunted power of yours that you bragged about so much.”
“B-but... how?! My imitation was perfect- no, beyond perfect! This reactor was stronger than that low-level item from the very beginning!”
“Perfect? Don't make me laugh. You seriously thought that just because your reactor leaked like a broken dam, it was stronger than mine? To think you'd be so easily fooled as not to notice your own weapon's instability, and lack of control... You really aren't a magician, after all.”
“What?! But...”
“There's only one real Mini-Hakkero, just like there's only one real Kirisame Marisa! This item's absolutely one-of-a-kind, made from materials you could never hope to replicate. What you had there was just a temporary design, one that could never hope to stand up to the true power of a magical furnace. And now, you've gone and melted it away, using it so recklessly... just as I intended you to.”
“You don't mean... You were stringing me along the entire time?!”
“Yeah, that's pretty much the size of it.”
“Well... I applaud your cunning, Witch,” The faker regained some of her composure, glancing down at the now-worthless item in her hand before throwing it at last to the wind kicked up by the weakened but nonetheless still active sparks, which yet clashed and stormed between the two combatants. “But all you've done is ensure this fight ends in your loss. You've spent all your power, whereas I still have enough strength left in my immortal body alone to finish you off! Although, maybe if you grovel and give me that reactor of yours to replace the one you so rudely destroyed, I might just let you live.”
“Heh. Not a chance. Haven't you realized it yet? This Hakkero cannot be broken.” The faker's eyes widened as she realized exactly what this meant. If the Hakkero had never broken, then Marisa had obviously been doing something far more dangerous than what Copy-Marisa had originally assumed. And that something was....
“That's right. You hovered around, lazing about, assured of your own victory, just assuming that I would be hiding under a rock somewhere doing nothing – or, sillier yet, fixing an item that couldn't possibly have needed it. That's just foolishness, but don't worry, I'll enlighten you right now!”
“Wait... what are you!?!” The faker cried out, pure and total terror etched across every one of her features as suddenly, a gigantic presence shifted beneath the earth, and slowly but surely, an azure light began to radiate from beneath every single piece of debris, every last bit of rubble, as across the entire area of the circular crater where the majestic city had once been... a gigantic magical circle began to appear, etched into every inch of stone, every speck of dust.
“Absolute Territory ~ Concealed Ritual Space. Be proud, you phony. I invented this technique during the time you so kindly gave me, for the specific purpose of killing you here and now!” Marisa declared as power slowly began flooding into her from all directions, a gigantic pillar of cerulean light rising into the air, dwarfing even the faker where she floated high over the ground. She looked up and watched with horror as slowly, steadily, this light converged first into one gigantic orb, then another, until a full system of four gigantic Orrieres orbs was in orbit around the Witch. Then, still moving once at a time, each of these orbs slowly spiraled downward, downward, downward... straight into the very heart of the Mini-Hakkero. The Witch smiled, raised the reactor once more, and trained it on her target.
“No... no.... no!” The copy cried again and again, hastily surging the last of her power as she prepared to fire her attack anew. But this effort was too little, too late. Already, whatever hope she might have had of withstanding the attack the Witch now leveled at her. “I WON'T LET YOU!” She screamed, clasping her hands together and releasing another torrent of violet energy, this one even larger than the last, then fired another, and another. “MASTER SPARK! MASTER SPARK! MASTER SPARK! I WON'T DIE! I WON'T!” She screamed as the incomprehensibly vast vermillion star descended upon the Witch.
But the Witch merely smiled, raised the Mini-Hakkero, and spoke.
“It's as I said right from the beginning: I'm the ultimate black magician. There can be no other, you got that? So at least hold onto that pride you showed me before, and face your end with dignity. And now, for something I've wanted to say for a very, very long time now.” The attack was almost upon her now, but in that instant, it seemed to freeze and break apart, just from the sheer force of the Witch's power. The Copy screamed unintelligibly and tried to fire again, but she was far, far too slow. For before she could do anything further, the voice of the Witch rang out clearly through the air, carrying four words up from the ground and into the endless sky.
“Magicannon: Final Master Spark!”
Then, the world surrounding them exploded into pure, radiant light. In an instant, the attack mustered by the false witch entirely disappeared, and in its place was a single, condensed pillar of absolute radiance that tore forth from beneath the ground, piercing through the heavens themselves and on into the infinite space beyond. The copy gave one final scream, and then was entirely, completely, and irreparably consumed, burnt down to the very last scrap of her existence in what could only be described as the primordial fire of creation, made manifest and spread across the entire sky, visible to every last Human and beast that clashed on the battlefield of this world's final war, to every last one of the generals of the dark lord Mewtwo's army, and to every single one of the others alongside whom Marisa had fought, no matter how far away they were. That absolute light shone forth like a beacon, going beyond even the planet itself and shining forth for the whole universe to see.
The battle was, without a doubt, over. The Ordinary Black Magician, the greatest magus in all of Gensokyo, stood victorious atop the red-hot ruins of the surrounding dozen miles. Her enemy was vanquished, and she stood alone, proving for all to see and understand that there could be only one Marisa Kirisame.
For some time, the Witch stood, watching the light at last flicker out in the sky as the weight of her injuries slowly became known to her, the power that had animated her before slowly returning to the reactor she held. Then, at last, she smiled slightly, called her broom to herself, and, giving one final glance to the heavens in which now blew the ashes of a worthy opponent... she turned, and flew away.
BGM: Emotional Skyscraper ~ Cosmic Mind
Countless thousands of stars erupted into existence in a storm of magic fire, the two identical barrages cascading down one upon the other, and, in an instant, engaging, each individual star consuming its counterpart in the opposite spell, and, in turn, being consumed, a single giant wall of continuous explosions forming between the Witch and her copy as innumerable glyphs of arcane power formed one right after the other in the air all around them, and both celestial bombardments intensified a hundred fold. The ground cracked and burst apart all around them, the mountains of amassed rubble all around them picked up and sent scattering in all directions from the force of the engagement.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended, as both spells timed out in the exact same instant, and, bracing themselves for battle, both witches leaped into the magic storm, already casting the exact same spell. Like so many other weapons in the Witch's arsenal, this was just an imitation of an attack she had seen already. But unlike most of her other replicated attacks save her very strongest spells, this attack was honed to a near-perfect copy of the spell from which it was derived, and possessed a strength that dwarfed most of the other attacks the twin magicians had used thus far. This was no spellcard, no toy with which to show off or prove oneself. This was an overwhelming spellcard that had been returned to its original, lethal form, a technique of last resort which Marisa now brought to bear on her enemy.
Marisa gave a battle raising the broom as it was suddenly consumed by a brilliant cerulean light, a malevolent fire dancing up and down its haft and extending far out into empty space, snarling and crackling like the flames of the burning Hell far, far underground. She held it high over her head, then struck downward with the force of the apocalypse which this weapon was said to bring.
But the other Witch was already moving, her own weapon leveled as she, too, chanted the spell, and then lunged forward, sweeping her own hissing purple blade upward to meet Marisa's. Once more, the identical voices joined in unison, declaring the name of a frightful spell far beyond the level of the petty engagement they had reveled in previously. This battle had ceased being an amusement to Marisa, and had long since quit being a mere treasure hunt for the faker. This was now a real, deadly duel, in which both combatants would spare no expense to utterly obliterate their enemy, no matter what got in their way, and was also destroyed. The ground shook and trembled as the matching blades clashed, releasing a gargantuan explosion that spread out in all directions, turning the very earth to dust beneath where the witches locked in battle in the very instant their blades met, a hurricane of opposing winds shrieking off of their weapons and into the atmosphere above, sending a vast whirlwind spiraling up and into the heavens.
““Replica of Forbidden Sword: Laevateinn!”” Two voices cried at once, their words drowned out by the roaring power that surrounded them. The twin flaming swords - each a matching copy of the legendary sword of the fire giant Surt, derived from the original weapon in the possession of the insane Vampire Flandre – howled and raged like living beasts as the met, each blade tearing into the other in a futile struggle to force the other back. At last, with a rush of wind like a vacuum, the two blades broke from one another, sending dust and hellish light exploding outward in all directions as each Witch shot past the other. Moving in matching time, each Witch immediately rebounded, arcing back and streaking towards the other, leveling their blades for a second attack.
Another explosion of terrible magic rocked the Earth, the radiance of the engagement shining out for miles over the wilderness, its thunderous roar and the shock of each tremendous stroke turning to gale force winds that tore apart the landscape even miles from where the two magicians still struggled, leveling blow after blow as they danced through the air like shooting stars. Again and again those horrible blades met, and yet neither could overcome its twin, just as neither Witch could yet overcome her counterpart.
The battle grew faster now, as Marisa pulled back, then abruptly accelerated, streaking around behind her opponent and aiming a horizontal strike at the faker's back, only to be met and turned away by the copy's own sword as she twisted to meet her enemy. Undeterred, Marisa spun with the force of this parry and brought down her blade from above with both hands, clashing for a moment with Copy-Marisa's sword and again being turned aside, only to bring her blade back around for a second, then third, then a fourth strike, all in the very same instant. Both magicians moved too fast for the eye to see now, each raining down blows and counter-blows at the same unbelievable rate that they turned aside the strokes of their adversary. The flashing light in the sky had now become a single, gleaming star, the surface of which danced with clashing azure and violet, the power of the witches who even still dueled at its core. The debris that had once lay on the ground now hung suspended in the air, then was instantly cut to pieces not by the combatants, but by the razor sharp wind released merely by their swords' passing! Before the heat generated by their tremendous power could simply disintegrate these gigantic stones held aloft by the duelists' might, they were already turned to dust simply by the sheer force of the thousands of blows that now occurred, were turned back, and then were followed up, within a single fraction of a second. The light in the sky grew brighter, even as the sky itself grew darker, and lightning flashed throughout the heavens as a tempestuous storm of air ran wild. The noise of the battle was prodigious, deafening, even when heard from entire miles away, at which distance the brilliant light of the witches swords could still be seen clearly as the mammoth weapons clashed with the force of warring gods.
Suddenly, an explosion rocked the air, both Witches finding an opening at exactly the same instant and lunging forward, each releasing a storm of power as they mounted their attack, locking blades for a single instant. The raging star around them intensified unimaginably, then abruptly shattered, sending both flying backwards as the two giant blades met and exploded outward, lighting up the entire sky as the earth below was torn apart and sent flying upon the wind. Those buildings in the city below that hadn't already been destroyed by the copy's attack began to be cut apart by the sheer force of the air rushing past them, and only the very tallest, sturdiest of the might edifices that had once stood in that place still remained before the incredible light that now filled the air, the mere side-effect of a battle between two versions of perhaps the greatest black magician to ever walk the soil of Gensokyo.
Insert Song: Toku, Toku, Toku!
Copy-Marisa hissed and covered her eyes as her blade, as well as that of her enemy, shattered before their eyes, the diamond dust of the twin swords of destruction falling like feathers from the roiling sky. She didn't understand, she didn't understand at all! If the energy she had sensed emanating from her enemy's Hakkero was any indication, a powerful spell like that – especially one with enough energy to match her own - should have taken up a considerable portion of Marisa's remaining power. And yet, the other Witch was just hovering calmly across from her, seated atop her broom and holding down the brim of her hat, both to cover her eyes from the light that filled the air, and to keep it from blowing away on the rushing air of the explosion that separated them. The same calm smirk she had worn since the beginning was still plastered across her lips, as though she didn't have anything to worry about at all. The faker didn't understand it, not one bit... and that infuriated her.
“What's the matter, phony?” Marisa called. “Getting tired?”
“I should ask the same of you, outdated magician!” The faker rebutted.
“Are you kidding? A battle against a thoroughly ordinary black magician whose moves I can read like an open book is nothing compared to taking down gods and the like. I've hardly even broken a sweat!” The Witch laughed, raising her Mini-Hakkero, a multicolored light surrounding her hand as four small shapes appeared around her: an Orrieres Solar System, although their tiny size compared to usual gave away how weak they were. Still, they were only meant to keep up a steady bombardment of weak danmaku, and they would serve that purpose perfectly.
“Then I suppose we're have to change that!” The faker called back, raising her own Hakkero, and bracing herself to launch forward as the blast cleared between them. As the light, at last, split apart, she launched forward in an instant, and Marisa reacted with equal speed, sending all four orbs shooting forward, surrounding the incoming faker and beginning to twist and shift wildly, breaking their usual formation and instead jumping about at random on all sides of her. Then, the Witch opened fire, both from the orbs surrounding her target and with the Hakkero in her hand, releasing countless tiny arcs of green light from the magical reactor while a variation of the same Illusion Laser Copy-Marisa had used to start the battle erupted constantly all around the incoming faker, just as the many spreads of green bolts converged all around her, colliding and exploding in a field of burning stars, between which countless lasers raged. The faker, acting on experience that was not her own, held onto her hat and wove expertly to one side, then to the other, darting between explosive showers of light from the Witch while simultaneously predicting the attack angle of the fast-moving orbs raining down continuous storms of starlight at point blank. Bullet after bullet pierced through the air she had occupied, but in an instant, she dextrously escaped each and every incoming shot, erupting from the storm within striking distance of her target. Marisa, reacting instantly, swept her broom up from beneath her, flaring its thrusters to deal an explosive blow to the incoming faker, but by the time the broom reached its target, Copy-Marisa had already leaped from her own broom, flaring its own thrusters to launch it as a projectile at her foe while flipping over the Witch's swift counterattack. But Marisa, too, would not be struck, and in an instant had caught the end of her broom with her free hand and swept it downward mightily, deflecting the oncoming counterattack and sending Copy-Marisa's mount flying past her. The fake witch, flying through the air, raised her purple Hakkero and fired downward, but Marisa, at the same time, recalled her Orrieres Solar System to her hand and fired off a swirling shower of constantly shifting green magic missiles at the oncoming projectile. These shots collided between them and exploded powerfully, a flash of white-gold light spreading across the sky as the fake completed her full aerial somersault and expertly landed once more upon her broom, kicking it out beneath her to bring her about in an instant, and raising her Hakkero to fire once again. Now it was her turn to release a mighty shower of attacks, firing off a storm of randomized laser blasts that were cleverly oriented to alternatively switch places, split apart, and then combine again as they flew, creating a pattern that should have been nigh impossible to navigate. And yet the Witch, springing into action, darted left and veered beneath one of the oncoming beams just in time for it to split around her, missing completely, then streaked into the rest of the hailstorm of bullets, dodging and rolling without so much as brushing up against one of the ubiquitous violet lasers as she aimed straight for the attack's center, and the fake witch who hovered there, firing ever-increasing volleys of attacks, through which her adversary nonetheless passed unharmed. Down, then left, Marisa escaped another sudden shift in the pattern, then rebounded off of the bounded field created by her own Orrieres Solar System to escape a sudden explosion that erupted in her path. Flipping over to duck another laser, she found herself in the perfect position to counterattack, directly beneath her target. Before the fake Marisa could fire off another round, the genuine Witch had angled her broom straight upward and launched herself straight for the impostor, firing off another spiraling cloud of missiles as she rose upward toward her foe.
Copy-Marisa, realizing she had no more time left to fire, abandoned her spell and shot upward also, darting left and right as the missiles curved inward to corner her, thereby evading their patterns by a hair's breadth, slipping between several as she rose ever-higher. Just then, however, four azure lights shown forth from behind her as the Orrieres Solar System, now successfully repositioned above the cornered target, began raining down a seemingly endless rain of laser bursts and missiles, a perfectly-executed trap that had passed completely unnoticed by its intended target. But, while such an attempt might have felled a foe with less experience, Marisa Kirisame was, without a doubt, the most practiced danmaku combatant in all of Gensokyo, and the copy who she now faced held all of that same experience. She knew both how the game was played, and how the other player's mind worked. In such a situation, even this skillful maneuver was far from sufficient.
Kicking her broom from beneath her, Copy-Marisa caught the handle of the flying cleaning appliance in an instant, and, imbuing it with an intense violet energy, spun about as she flew, bringing the supercharged broom to bear on the oncoming hail of magic, releasing a single, vast arc of vermillion power into the oncoming cloud and scattering the once-formidable starlight into so much smoke, flames, and ash. The four orbs, splitting before the incoming wave, were only barely saved from the same destruction as the attacks they had released. But this was not all Copy-Marisa did, for now it was the faker's turn to execute a trap of her own. Snapping her fingers, she abruptly froze in place all of the bullets she had fired in her last attack, just as the Witch reached their center. From the midst of the countless criss-crossing bullets, the magician could not see it at first, but from above, the faker could easily make out the details of the flawlessly crafted magic circle her pattern's seemingly random shifting had created: a ritual space meant to serve exactly one purpose.
A sudden surge of light on all sides was the only warning Marisa had as every last ounce of the energy typhoon surrounding her abruptly flared to life, then imploded, rushing in on the very center she now occupied in a lightning fast halo of destructive power. But just as suddenly, the four ritual orbs Marisa yet controlled descended like thunderbolts from above, splitting around the copy and flashing into place around their master in the blink of an eye. Then, as the wave closed in far too quickly to be escaped, the Bounded Field formed between each of the magically interlinked orbs began to rotate at a tremendous speed, blurring into a single circular area of glistening azure that, as the purple wave closed in from all sides, matched it, then broke it into countless tiny shards of gleaming arcane dust.
But the faker was far from done, for this counterattack had bought her the time she needed to bring a real spell to bear. Snapping her fingers, she instantly recalled the power of the broken Ritual Space, and reformed it into a radiant storm of thousand-colored magic which expanded outward on every imaginable axis, beams of light expanding in all directions, trailing shooting stars all around them as they did so, and sweeping out to cover the area the Witch now occupied.
“Love Storm ~ Starlight Typhoon!” The phony magus cried, and at those words, the thousand lances of starlight shot outward at lightning speed, a rain of innumerable stars descending on the magician below, as though every last light in the sky had been wrenched forth from its place aloft and sent plummeting towards the ground below.
In an instant, the Witch had ceased her rotation, and, placing all four orbs directly beneath her, turned her broom straight off and flared its thrusters to maximum power, rocketing upward with only inches to spare as at least a dozen blades of light closed in from all sides, slicing through where she had only just been seconds before, then continuing their rotation to follow her upward, while the faker at the attack's center changed her aim and fired off another barrage of starlight at the rapidly fleeing Witch. In an instant, a curtain of bullets blocked off her upward route, but she had expected such a retaliation, and before this pattern had even finished forming, she had immediately rotated one of the four orbs up from the end of her broom, positioning it against the left side of the stick's haft, then flaring its energy, sending her shooting to the right just as the shower of falling stars tore through the air a hair's breadth to her left. In the next instant, a second orb had planted itself firmly against the right side of the broom, and it, too, released a stream of power, propelling Marisa out of the way just in time to evade an upward sweeping laser. Firing both of these thrusters at once, the Witch abruptly veered backward, looping over in mid-air and terminating her upward flight, which was fortunate, for in the very next instant another laser had swept out to block her course, while several others closed in to cut off any downward escape.
Pulling out for a moment, Marisa veered about as fast as she could, rolling to avoid another shower of stars. This was a spellcard she knew well enough. Consisting of a constantly and alternatively rotating outer ring of lasers, behind which trailed magic seals that fired off star-shaped missiles, it was a very formidable spellcard if one could not get to its center before the lasers fully formed. Sadly, the copy had played her hand well, delaying her by forcing her to deflect the collapsing Ritual Space, an act which simultaneously manifested the necessary power to fully form the laser curtain instantly, and bypassing the necessary spellcard construction period which would have allowed Marisa to enter the eye of the storm, so to speak. Of course, even safely beyond the nigh-impassible orb of rotating blades, once still had to cope with the countless stars trailing out from within the spell's center. But these projectiles, upon first being fired, moved slowly and only gained the velocity that made them so formidable upon exiting the sphere and beginning their descent, and thus could be easily evaded at first, allowing for space to counterattack. As it was, any danmaku she fired at this distance would just be deflected by the enemy's outer shell of spinning lasers, or by the stars that fired from within every single crack in this already insane defense. Starlight Typhoon had been a spell Marisa had created herself on a random whim, adapting the Non-Directional Laser to suit a balanced offensive/defensive purpose, mostly just to see what would happen. In spellcard form, it wasn't so hard to deal with, as the limit of battles to a two-dimensional plane meant the number of lasers was significantly lower, and hence, their effectiveness at keeping out enemies was somewhat limited. But in a battle where spells didn't have to be breakable, and attacks didn't require a built-in weakness for the sake of fairness in a combat art that promoted skill and creativity rather than raw power... Well, let's just say things were a lot less straightforward, and leave it at that.
The way she saw it, the Witch now had two options. She could either continue evading, and hope to time out the ridiculously amplified spellcard, or she could try to break into its heart, where her enemy would be unable to move around freely, and could be counterattacked at will. On the one hand, the second course of action would be almost impossible, but, on the other... She was Marisa Kirisame, the Witch who made a living out of doing the impossible! Of course she was going to attack!
And so, flaring the two orbs serving as gigantic boosters on the end of her broom, Marisa used the maneuvering orbs on either side or her to angle her straight towards the maelstrom of multicolored mayhem. Then, pushing her speed to its limits, she dived, falling like a burning comet from the heavens, a cerulean flame burning brightly all about her as she dropped, leaving behind a tail of arcane light so radiant that its light could be seen from across the land, even by those of her allies who were fighting far away in their own battles.
At once, all of the beams in the area began to close in, firing out at her from dead ahead while those on her sides cut in from all directions, but at her current speed, the defensive curtain couldn't hope to encircle her fast enough. She darted back and forth, ducking, dodging and rolling to escape attacks from every conceivable angle, plowing straight through a curtain of starlight and then pulling up only just in time to skirt along the edge of the sphere of blades surrounding the faker. As the beams beneath her all erupted in unison, and the surface of the defensive orb rose to consume the Witch darting nimbly across its surface, Marisa carried out her plan. Pushing the thruster orbs to the breaking point, Marisa abruptly launched forward, the sonic boom caused by her sudden acceleration releasing enough raw force to shatter the surface of the spell behind her. Now was her chance, she thought triumphantly. And so, as the orb was torn back behind her, Marisa cut her speed as suddenly as she had flared it, sending herself vaulting head over heals. As she found herself at the very top of the still-reforming defensive curtain, she at the same time was angled straight down. The brilliant blue aura surrounding her surged to life, and with the last of the power in the four orbs propelling her broom, Marisa fired off like a rocket, descending at near-terminal velocity upon the head of her target. As countless stars fired off at a pitifully slow speed all around her, Marisa streaked right between them, raised the Mini-Hakkero at point blank, and, at once, released a whirlwind of starlight directly into her target. Then, raising her boot-clad foot, she stamped down with all her might, dealing a supersonic drive kick directly to her doppelganger's chest.
“Magic Sign ~ Asteroid Belt!”
BGM: Extend Sky
From within the spinning forest of multicolored blades, a brilliant light burst forth, countless stars straining against the already cracking sphere that contained them and, at last, exploding outward in an endless storm of light that spiraled forever onward in all directions, blinding to behold. At the heart of this blast were the two magicians, the one reeling from the force of the explosion that had just struck her head on and the tremendous blow she had just been dealt, but unbowed, the magic around her flickering as it recovered from the sheer force it had just largely absorbed. Were it not for the faker's sheer strength and timely reaction to the witch's assault, erecting a barrier just in time to bear the brunt of the overwhelming attack, she would surely have perished in the typhoon of starfire that had struck her head-on, breaking clear through even her magnificent and intricate defenses, managing to actually strike her physically in such a manner... but that mighty blow had been in vain, for its force had been sapped by the barrier that had deflected it, and now...
Now Copy-Marisa had a firm grip on the overextended limb of her adversary. Grimacing in absolute fury, she braced herself against her broom, and then twisted about, using all the strength she could muster to send her enemy flying, at the same time releasing a point-blank surge of power in the form of an explosion, a blast of violet light expanding in all directions and shattering each and every one of the magician's stars, scattering even that powerful spell in the course of a single instant.
Marisa gave a cry of surprise as she was abruptly wrenched from her broom, then sent hurtling by an explosion that, despite her attempts to protect herself, came quite close to ripping her completely to pieces. As it was, she got off with several cuts and even more burns, pain searing every inch of her body as she struggled to recover her balance as she fell through thin air. But in that moment, she realized, she had far more important things to worry about, for with a roar and a shower of light, a gigantic blast of raw energy was directed straight at her at a tremendous speed. Marisa twisted about as best she could in mid air, using her rotation to carry her sideways, but the attack had already almost connected. Even as she moved out of its direct line of fire, she realized that she could not possibly escape fast enough to fully evade this attack. But, with her defenses disrupted by the first explosion, she had no hope of blocking. And so, she simply raised the Mini-Hakkero, and cut her losses the best way she could, drawing on the power of the vermillion sun even as it struck her in the side and sent her rocketing across the sky, completely out of control. In an instant, she had crossed almost half of the city, going from its destroyed outskirts straight to its heart in a heartbeat. Then, with an impact that nearly knocked her out of her senses, she crashed against the surface of a skyscraper, and began to plummet rapidly down its edge, seemingly unconscious.
“And now, you die!” The fake witch roared, her titanic aura compressing down to a single sphere directly around her body, an area of magic so dense that it was essentially solid, a star compressed down to the size of a human frame. Then, casting her broomstick aside and flaring her energy, she cried out four words, and launched herself downward like an avenging angel.
“Last Word: Blazing Star!”
The air was ripped apart and scattered in all directions with a tremendous roar as the faker plummeted downward, now but a blur of violet light streaking through the air as speeds that were impossible to follow. And yet, as she neared her target, something completely unexpected happened.
Two amber eyes shot open, and a burned, battered, but nonetheless firm arm reached out, and, coated in magic, plunged deep into the side of the skyscraper wall. In a shower of dust and falling debris, the Witch rapidly slowed down. The faker was already almost upon her, but the split second before impact was all the time the black magician needed. Reinforcing her arm with all the magic she could muster, she pulled herself upward with every last bit of her might, flipping into the air and soaring away from the wall. At that exact instant, the copy streaked directly beneath her, missing her only by an infinitesimally small margin. As the enemy collided with the building, sending it tumbling downward in a flash of light and a cloud of dust, the witch immediately summoned her fallen broom beneath her, and expertly landed atop it, her countenance worn, scratched, and streaked with blood, sweat and dust... and yet, she still smiled, her confident grin not faltering for an instant as she gazed across at her enemy who rose, emerging from the rubble and floating into the air, the light around her growing with each passing moment as the Mini-Hakkero in her hand sparked and shone wildly, pouring out a ridiculous amount of power an at the same time compressing it into an ultra-thick aura around its wielder. At this point, harming Copy-Marisa was completely out of the question. The power around her had reached a degree where she could probably safely walk across the surface of a sun, or fly into the grasp of a black hole without being consumed. This ultimate reinforcement Spell, once activated, could not possibly be broken by any power less than its own, and the things it could not surpass were very few indeed. Even Marisa's precious Master Spark would do nothing to a defense of that magnitude. This spell was the last resort Marisa had created, rarely ever even used due to the amount of power involved. And yet, now that her enemy had broken out such a trump card, Marisa would have to match it, at least until such time as her plan could finally be enacted. Just a little longer... she just needed to hold out a little longer. And to do that...
A tempest of azure light took shape in an instant as the Mini-Hakkero released a tremendous amount of power, nearly emptying itself as the same level of energy now formed around the faker took shape around Marisa herself. The level of arcane power in the air was blinding, deafening, and even paralyzing, the sheer tension between the two clashing whirlpools of magic enough to spread a crushing weight, a searing heat, a tremendous light, and a screaming gale over the surrounding cityscape. Even those giant buildings which had stood up until this point were suddenly bent backward by the shockwave that spread over the surrounding area, then, in the next moment, torn entirely to pieces, and scattered throughout the air. The city, as it had once been, simply did not exist any longer. In its place was a mere wasteland of rubble, over which danced the twin lights of the ultimate magicians' magic.
“So... you're finally breaking out some real spells, huh?” Copy-Marisa said approvingly, smirking with triumph at the battered condition of her opponent. Marisa merely grinned, and gave her reply in the form of four words. A sudden weakness, however, was beginning to overtake her, and in the face of the tremendous amount of power she was expending, she was beginning to find it difficult to stay awake. But she had to remain conscious. She had to keep fighting. She could not hesitate, nor could she give an inch of ground. She had to hold out until such time as she could finally end this. No matter what, she would absolutely carry out her plan, and achieve victory.
“Last... Word,” she gasped. “Blazing Star.”
Copy-Marisa, too, smirked. The state of her opponent... it was pathetic. To have suffered so much at the hands of such a low level attack. It was ironic to think that the attack that had done the most toward ending her enemy's insignificant life wasn't even a spell, but rather a mere torrent of magic she had released out of rage. But, it was no surprise. Her plan was working perfectly. Already, the light of her enemy's reactor was growing fainter. In a few minutes, it would finally be time to make her move, and to mount an attack that her enemy could not hope to match. The faker didn't know where the Witch had gotten the strength to keep on fighting up until now, but she would keep on attacking until all of that strength had faded. And then, Marisa Kirisame, the black magician without peer... would finally meet her end, and she, the true ultimate magician, would prove for all time that she was the superior witch!
They exchanged no words now, but instead merely braced themselves in air, the broom silently falling from beneath the Witch's feet, no longer wanted in a battle at this level. Then, their eyes met, and with a flare of power and an explosion of sound, both combatants vanished into streaks of light. Then, the world was torn asunder as, at a speed that no human could comprehend, they collided, releasing a blast the force of which uprooted even the forests on the plains miles from the site of their engagement. But by the time the backlash of their blow had been released, they were already gone, streaking across the sky and clashing at least a thousand more times throughout the heavens long before the sound of their initial impact had even sounded.
For every given moment, the sky was filled with light like that of a million stars, the two magicians moving now at a speed that surpassed all laws of nature, naught but two clashing streams of pure light, two stars colliding again and again in mortal combat, each one of the innumerable simultaneous blows they rained upon one another carrying with it enough force to scorch the earth that now lay far, far below. Again and again they clashed, moving countless miles in the space of a single instant, flashing back and forth across the sky in their unending struggle. Yet, despite the immeasurable strength with which they battered each other mercilessly, with the initiative shifting back and forth at a rate that nearly matched the speed of their superluminal duel. Marisa landed a powerful blow to her enemy's head, slamming her into the ground below, only to be blown away by the faker as she rebounded instantly, slamming head-first into her target and flashing throughout the air, raining blows upon Marisa, only to be countered yet again in turn, neither side letting up, even though the radiant starlight surrounding them grew thinner with each passing minute as both sides rapidly lost power.
Both of the magicians realized this fact, and redoubled their efforts. And yet, the inconclusive combat raged on, with neither side dealing any noticeable damage to the other, their matching ultimate defensive wards rendering both combatants similarly unreachable until at last, with a tremendous flash of light, the two parted, and then struck again, pouring more power into this single blow than either had into their entire battle up until now.
In that moment, two stars flared to life in the sky, clashing together and exploding into a mutual shower of light as both spells broke with the force of a supernova, sending both of the two witches flying apart. In an instant, Marisa had recalled her broom to her hand, and, using it to slow her fall, came to a hard landing amidst the very center of the wreckage, walls of debris rising up all around her. The faker, meanwhile, was catapulted far into the air, until she at last steadied herself. As the sky between them slowly cleared once more, the twin stars slowly collapsing into mutual destruction, neither spoke, merely facing down their adversary as each drew forth the very last of their power. As each, in silent preparation, executed their final strategy, there was only one thought in both of their minds.
It's time.
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BGM: Moonless Night Amaryllis
“Well... I must admit, I'm impressed,” The faker said at last, after she had once more gotten her breath. The aura of violet power that she had emitted almost constantly since the battle's commencement had faded down to a mere crackling pulse that shone, on occasion, from the replica reactor in her hand, which simmered and sizzled, yet perhaps not with the same power as before, almost as though it, too, was sputtering as it struggled for breath. “I never expected you would manage to survive for so long, that you would match my every spell to such an extent. But, while I admire your determination and rather extraordinary resilience, I'm afraid the battle ends now.”
“Yeah. I was thinking... the same thing!” Marisa replied with a cough, brushing a trickle of blood from her cheek as she smirked up at her enemy with renewed determination. Both of them knew exactly what would occur next, and yet, out of mutual respect as well as fatigue, they waited, for just a moment, before they would begin the single engagement that would end this battle.
“Marisa Kirisame,” The faker began. “You said to me at the beginning of this fight that you would prove to me that you, as the original, would prove your superiority as the ultimate black magician. Now has come the time for you to support that claim. And, in exchange, from this point forward, I will not fail in proving my own superiority over you! So, go on... use that precious treasure of yours, and try to kill me with all the power you can muster. No more games. No more hiding or running away. Stand your ground and face me with every ounce of your strength, to see who is truly more powerful! Use the spell you rely on above everything else, and try your best to stop THIS!” And with this proclamation, the copy swept down her hand, her eyes gleaming suddenly with a blue light as countless arcane symbols began to form in the air in front of her, and the simmering of her reactor grew to a shrill roar as power poured forth and into the air. The final sorcery of the faker, one last purple star, began to take form in the air high over the earth, and even as it did, the witch on the ground, too, prepared herself to cast one last spell.
“That's a challenge I'm willing to accept,” Marisa replied boldly, raising her own Hakkero as it began to gleam with a radiant light. “With this spell, we settle the score, once and for all!” A brilliant storm of blue light took form on the ground, matching the violet radiance that shone out over the world from above. Then, with a final shout, two identical voices cried their defiance, cast their magic, and released in unison the greatest destructive spell in all of Gensokyo.
““Master Spark!””
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BGM: Shoot Through the Galaxy, Final Master Spark!
The world exploded in light, the radiance of the primordial fire that birthed the universe shining forth from the palms of the two magicians. Downward fell a blanket of vermillion luminescence, blocking out the sky from whence it came, and a matching azure tempest tore up from the ground spanning not only the entire width of the crater at the center of which Marisa stood, but spreading beyond that and into open air. And then, with a roar that shook the earth to its core, these two lights collided, and a power the likes of which the world had never seen was made manifest, scorching the earth for countless miles as the two stars of destruction now did battle.
It was combat on a scale far beyond mortal comprehension. The world trembled and the heavens screamed with the force of the struggle as first one side prevailed as its adversary drew back, hoping to conserve power, but then forced forward again with redoubled might, both waiting for the ideal time to make their move suddenly, and to overwhelm their opponent's magic with their own. Each combatant was assured of their victory, smug in the knowledge that their foe's weapon would fail them at the time they needed it most. But, in the end, only one of them could win, and the Witch who stood fast to her position, slowly creeping forward against the oncoming tide of pure chaos, biding her time for just a few moments more, already knew who the victor would be, for Marisa had finally realized the degree to which her enemy had deluded herself. But the frequency with which she spoke of the Mini-Hakkero and its inferiority had finally allowed Marisa to realize the truth. It was hilariously ironic, really, that her opponent would come to a misconception of such a nature about her enemy's weapon when the one actually suffering from the very flaws she was planning to exploit was herself. And yet, it was oddly fitting, that this impostor who thought so highly of herself and her fakes, would be lured to her death by that very arrogance. And now, it was finally time to show her exactly how wrong she truly was, for Marisa had seen something the mad witch above her had missed: a faint fluctuation in the energy level of her opponent's reactor. So the final dam had finally sprung a leak... Now, all that there was left to do was open the flood gates, and release the swiftly turning tide of her magic!
“Heh.... You call this an attack?! That's just sad!” Marisa taunted over the roar of the battle, abruptly flaring her own power. Her enemy gave a cry of surprise as the formidable attack beneath her morphed into something far, far greater. “I'll show you... just how weak... your fakes... really are! Double Spark!”
In the instant she spoke, two things happened. Firstly, the already blinding light around her intensified, surging forth in a renewed torrent and expanding to over twice its original size, surging upward and striking suddenly against the enemy's attack, forcing it back so rapidly as to almost engulf the one who fired it in that very instant.
And, secondly, the copy hovering in the air gave a triumphant smirk. She had finally drawn Marisa to release all of her available energy, and now that she had, she could crush her with impunity, overloading the Mini-Hakkero and breaking through this last strength Marisa had left. She, in turn, flared her power, and giving a cry of her own, responded instantly.
“Sad indeed... FOR YOU! You're finished!” Copy-Marisa roared back, and abruptly, the light of her own spell expanded, stretching out across the sky, as though the heavens themselves had been consumed by her power. “MAGICANNON: FINAL SPARK!”
Just as suddenly as Marisa's advance had pushed the faker back, the Witch found herself driven back instead, the raging, world-breaking force of the magical storm that now beat down upon her nearly obliterating her before she could so much as react. As it was, the blue light of her own Spark was driven almost all the way back to the brink of the crater, the earth around the edges of where the city had once been already beginning to float upward into the destructive vacuum that crept ever closer to the ground, seemingly unstoppable in its advance.
Even with her Hakkero slowly failing, it seemed that the faker was a more formidable opponent than Marisa had thought. For the first time in this fight since she had come up with her plan for success, Marisa Kirisame was, without a doubt, unsure of her success – perhaps even a little afraid. And yet, she knew two things that meant she would not, and could not, fail to stop this attack.
Firstly: Should this attack hit, Marisa realized that the battle had escalated to the point that the resulting explosion would cause damage on a scale beyond anything anyone on this planet – her comrades and her enemies, both – could imagine. With the corrupted, destructive power of the faker combined with the energy of the false Hakkero, Marisa didn't doubt that the collateral damage would be at least twice as much as that of a normal, unrestricted Master Spark, if not more now that her enemy was releasing even more power with which to overwhelm her. The surrounding area for countless miles would be burned until there was nothing but ashes left. Her comrades, probably fighting somewhere at least relatively nearby, would surely be killed in the blast. And even beyond the reach of the magic's energy, the damage would still continue. The shockwave of the impact would be enough to wrench continents from their place, causing devastation on a national, if not a global scale. She absolutely could not allow that to happen!
But, secondly, and perhaps more tangible than her motivation, was the knowledge that, beneath her very feet at this very instant, was stored at least four times the maximum energy capacity of the Mini-Hakkero. And with that power... it didn't matter what strength the enemy possessed! There was not a single thing she could not defeat!
And so, the Witch slowly rose, giving a roar of exertion as she released all of the seals holding back the power left in her reactor, and prepared to match her enemy's strength, drawing forth every last ounce of the faker's power before she finally made her counterattack. She would deplete that false reactor, and show its wielder how powerless she really was...! And so, Marisa Kirisame stood as Atlas, with the weight of the entire heavens kept aloft only by the strength she possessed, fighting resolutely to hold back the stars as they threatened all at once to fall down. And, although the entire sky was consumed with the violet light of the impostor's fake power, yet the Witch still stood, her azure flames blazing across the ground and forcing back the tide of the enemy's final attack.
“Not... yet!” Marisa strained to make herself heard over the apocalyptic fury of the storm, and yet her voice, along with her power, rose clear to the heavens, once more standing fast against the enemy's all-out assault. “Perverse Love: Sure-Fire Master Spark!”
“What?!” The copy exclaimed, unable to believe what she was seeing. Somehow, even though that Hakkero long since should have shut down... how did the Witch manage to keep fighting?! She couldn't sense any energy leaking from the Hakkero at all, save for the power of the spell the Witch now unleashed. That should have meant that it was entirely devoid of energy, and yet even when her adversary should have collapsed long ago, she was still somehow managing to fight back, even at this level! Giving a howl of frustration at the impossibility of it all, the copy decided to go for broke. Releasing all of her power at once, she pushed her copy Hakkero to its limits, expanding her attack as far as it would go. “Damn it all, why don't you just DIE?! Magicannon: Final Ma-”
The faker got no further, for as the two beams once more clashed at the boundary between earth and sky, the light of the Witch's last-ditch spell slowly shrinking back to the ground as though in vain, something happened at long last: the event that would decide the battle.
At that fateful moment, with a sputter, a flare of light, and a feeble spark, not one, but both Mini-Hakkero reactors began to die out. The Sure-Fire Master Spark was a technique that sapped all of the reactor's remaining energy, so now that it had passed, it was only natural that the only thing keeping that beam in existence now was Marisa's own strength, and that would soon give way. And yet... the Final Spark should have only gotten bigger! The faker had poured all of her power into that spell, and the endless power of her Mini-Hakkero! There was no way it should have run out!
But it had. Her own attack, too, had faded to a weak, narrow stream of light where once a mighty storm had raged down upon the earth, and a small stream of smoke had begun to seep out from within the Hakkero, the scent of burning wood and melting iron permeating the air.
“Surprised?” Marisa called up with a tired but triumphant grin.
“Wh... what have you done...?!” The copy asked, fear entering her disbelieving voice for the first time.
“I've stolen it – your most precious treasure. Not that half-assed imitation – I never thought I'd say this, but that trinket's one thing that not even worth stealing – but that vaunted power of yours that you bragged about so much.”
“B-but... how?! My imitation was perfect- no, beyond perfect! This reactor was stronger than that low-level item from the very beginning!”
“Perfect? Don't make me laugh. You seriously thought that just because your reactor leaked like a broken dam, it was stronger than mine? To think you'd be so easily fooled as not to notice your own weapon's instability, and lack of control... You really aren't a magician, after all.”
“What?! But...”
“There's only one real Mini-Hakkero, just like there's only one real Kirisame Marisa! This item's absolutely one-of-a-kind, made from materials you could never hope to replicate. What you had there was just a temporary design, one that could never hope to stand up to the true power of a magical furnace. And now, you've gone and melted it away, using it so recklessly... just as I intended you to.”
“You don't mean... You were stringing me along the entire time?!”
“Yeah, that's pretty much the size of it.”
“Well... I applaud your cunning, Witch,” The faker regained some of her composure, glancing down at the now-worthless item in her hand before throwing it at last to the wind kicked up by the weakened but nonetheless still active sparks, which yet clashed and stormed between the two combatants. “But all you've done is ensure this fight ends in your loss. You've spent all your power, whereas I still have enough strength left in my immortal body alone to finish you off! Although, maybe if you grovel and give me that reactor of yours to replace the one you so rudely destroyed, I might just let you live.”
“Heh. Not a chance. Haven't you realized it yet? This Hakkero cannot be broken.” The faker's eyes widened as she realized exactly what this meant. If the Hakkero had never broken, then Marisa had obviously been doing something far more dangerous than what Copy-Marisa had originally assumed. And that something was....
“That's right. You hovered around, lazing about, assured of your own victory, just assuming that I would be hiding under a rock somewhere doing nothing – or, sillier yet, fixing an item that couldn't possibly have needed it. That's just foolishness, but don't worry, I'll enlighten you right now!”
“Wait... what are you!?!” The faker cried out, pure and total terror etched across every one of her features as suddenly, a gigantic presence shifted beneath the earth, and slowly but surely, an azure light began to radiate from beneath every single piece of debris, every last bit of rubble, as across the entire area of the circular crater where the majestic city had once been... a gigantic magical circle began to appear, etched into every inch of stone, every speck of dust.
“Absolute Territory ~ Concealed Ritual Space. Be proud, you phony. I invented this technique during the time you so kindly gave me, for the specific purpose of killing you here and now!” Marisa declared as power slowly began flooding into her from all directions, a gigantic pillar of cerulean light rising into the air, dwarfing even the faker where she floated high over the ground. She looked up and watched with horror as slowly, steadily, this light converged first into one gigantic orb, then another, until a full system of four gigantic Orrieres orbs was in orbit around the Witch. Then, still moving once at a time, each of these orbs slowly spiraled downward, downward, downward... straight into the very heart of the Mini-Hakkero. The Witch smiled, raised the reactor once more, and trained it on her target.
“No... no.... no!” The copy cried again and again, hastily surging the last of her power as she prepared to fire her attack anew. But this effort was too little, too late. Already, whatever hope she might have had of withstanding the attack the Witch now leveled at her. “I WON'T LET YOU!” She screamed, clasping her hands together and releasing another torrent of violet energy, this one even larger than the last, then fired another, and another. “MASTER SPARK! MASTER SPARK! MASTER SPARK! I WON'T DIE! I WON'T!” She screamed as the incomprehensibly vast vermillion star descended upon the Witch.
But the Witch merely smiled, raised the Mini-Hakkero, and spoke.
“It's as I said right from the beginning: I'm the ultimate black magician. There can be no other, you got that? So at least hold onto that pride you showed me before, and face your end with dignity. And now, for something I've wanted to say for a very, very long time now.” The attack was almost upon her now, but in that instant, it seemed to freeze and break apart, just from the sheer force of the Witch's power. The Copy screamed unintelligibly and tried to fire again, but she was far, far too slow. For before she could do anything further, the voice of the Witch rang out clearly through the air, carrying four words up from the ground and into the endless sky.
“Magicannon: Final Master Spark!”
Then, the world surrounding them exploded into pure, radiant light. In an instant, the attack mustered by the false witch entirely disappeared, and in its place was a single, condensed pillar of absolute radiance that tore forth from beneath the ground, piercing through the heavens themselves and on into the infinite space beyond. The copy gave one final scream, and then was entirely, completely, and irreparably consumed, burnt down to the very last scrap of her existence in what could only be described as the primordial fire of creation, made manifest and spread across the entire sky, visible to every last Human and beast that clashed on the battlefield of this world's final war, to every last one of the generals of the dark lord Mewtwo's army, and to every single one of the others alongside whom Marisa had fought, no matter how far away they were. That absolute light shone forth like a beacon, going beyond even the planet itself and shining forth for the whole universe to see.
The battle was, without a doubt, over. The Ordinary Black Magician, the greatest magus in all of Gensokyo, stood victorious atop the red-hot ruins of the surrounding dozen miles. Her enemy was vanquished, and she stood alone, proving for all to see and understand that there could be only one Marisa Kirisame.
For some time, the Witch stood, watching the light at last flicker out in the sky as the weight of her injuries slowly became known to her, the power that had animated her before slowly returning to the reactor she held. Then, at last, she smiled slightly, called her broom to herself, and, giving one final glance to the heavens in which now blew the ashes of a worthy opponent... she turned, and flew away.
"The Apocalypse is basically just a tutorial." - Sicon112.
"Due to the ambiguity of this wording, I am unable to determine whether or not I am the leader of the X-Men!"
"UNIVERSE-BREAKING EPILEPSY RAVE!" - AMimsyBorogove
"Due to the ambiguity of this wording, I am unable to determine whether or not I am the leader of the X-Men!"
"UNIVERSE-BREAKING EPILEPSY RAVE!" - AMimsyBorogove
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AMimsyBorogove - Joined: Thu Oct 04, 2012 3:38 pm
Re: RPG
by Lordxana0 on Thu Nov 01, 2012 3:50 pm
Ulrich let out a quick sigh to himself. Back in his home world there was a strict limit of one world ending crisis a day. Apparently the universe didn't like sticking to that rule today. He had been teleported twice and had information shoved at him by Ash Ketchum of all people (reminder fan geek out later). And now here he was facing a clone version of himself... again. "So how do we do this, do you want to attack first or..."
"You are pathetic" the clone said calmly drawing its twin blades.
"Excuse you?" he asked confused drawing his own swords out quickly.
"I said you are pathetic, with the Nexus code you can rewrite the base code of reality itself, yet you kind find a better way to use it than a few basic attacks?" the clone laughed. "Well let me see if I can outdo you, Nexus, change form" The clone shifted from the form of a samurai into the dark trench coat that Ulrich had been wearing in the previous battle.
"How did you subvert the coding process?" Ulrich took a step back. This was very bad. His own ability to run the Nexus code wouldn't return to him for another hour at best. He had maybe thirty seconds of power left, and that wouldn't do jack against someone who had an equal power but a longer duration.
"It is simple, I just created a subprogram within myself to quick access it, at first it was odd to change into a body that is made of living data, but now I find it quite useful, but enough talk Attack code 002 Lightening Blast" a massive ball of supercharged energy appeared in the clones hand and he released it at Ulrich. It traveled so fast he barely had time to life his blades to create a partial defense against it.
Health points:95%-48% Clone: 100%
Ulrich stumbled back. "Crap, too powerful" he created two clones and sent them at the evil version of himself. The evil clone simply dodged out of the way of every attack. "I know what you are thinking, if they hit me you can trap me in an illusion and buy yourself enough time to get a sneak attack on me, sorry but tactics as lame as that won't work, Nexus Defense Code 001 Lightening Field" The evil clone projected a field of energy around itself destroying Ulrich's doubles.
"Crap, no energy, 48% health, this is looking like it might not end well for me." Ulrich sighed. "I hate to try this but" he spoke the activation phrase and turned into his Nexus form. "There are 999 attack codes as well as defense codes, so far we only know 10 attack and 2 defense, and I know that even you can't create a program that tells you what all of them do, I do know for a fact that one hundred of those codes from either attack of defense could potentially kill you or destroy the world, but I figure if I am going to win this, I will need to take that risk, so here it goes, Nexus Attack Code 999" Ulrich closed his eyes and when he opened them next he looked at his clone and cracked a smile. "What do you know, a once a day power reboot"
The clone was about to speak another command before Ulrich appeared in front of him and sent him flying with a single punch. "Now I am trying to decide how to best finish you, I was thinking I should you my Ultimate Attack on you, but you know I think I would rather end you in a less dignified way. Nexus Attack Code 008 Drain Bug" Ulrich lifted his hand and let loose a string of code that attached itself to the clone. "This ability allows me to drain away your life and power and add it to my own stock, but you already knew that didn't you?"
The clone stood up and began to charge him. But before it could it dropped out of Nexus mode. "You... will never... defeat master Mewtwo" it spat out at him.
"You see the thing is I don't need to, there are others with me who are quite a bit stronger, and I trust that with them we can stop anything, now just be gone" the clone disappeared and in its place was a small piece of a key. He picked it up and was teleported in front of the gate. Waiting for the others.
"You are pathetic" the clone said calmly drawing its twin blades.
"Excuse you?" he asked confused drawing his own swords out quickly.
"I said you are pathetic, with the Nexus code you can rewrite the base code of reality itself, yet you kind find a better way to use it than a few basic attacks?" the clone laughed. "Well let me see if I can outdo you, Nexus, change form" The clone shifted from the form of a samurai into the dark trench coat that Ulrich had been wearing in the previous battle.
"How did you subvert the coding process?" Ulrich took a step back. This was very bad. His own ability to run the Nexus code wouldn't return to him for another hour at best. He had maybe thirty seconds of power left, and that wouldn't do jack against someone who had an equal power but a longer duration.
"It is simple, I just created a subprogram within myself to quick access it, at first it was odd to change into a body that is made of living data, but now I find it quite useful, but enough talk Attack code 002 Lightening Blast" a massive ball of supercharged energy appeared in the clones hand and he released it at Ulrich. It traveled so fast he barely had time to life his blades to create a partial defense against it.
Health points:95%-48% Clone: 100%
Ulrich stumbled back. "Crap, too powerful" he created two clones and sent them at the evil version of himself. The evil clone simply dodged out of the way of every attack. "I know what you are thinking, if they hit me you can trap me in an illusion and buy yourself enough time to get a sneak attack on me, sorry but tactics as lame as that won't work, Nexus Defense Code 001 Lightening Field" The evil clone projected a field of energy around itself destroying Ulrich's doubles.
"Crap, no energy, 48% health, this is looking like it might not end well for me." Ulrich sighed. "I hate to try this but" he spoke the activation phrase and turned into his Nexus form. "There are 999 attack codes as well as defense codes, so far we only know 10 attack and 2 defense, and I know that even you can't create a program that tells you what all of them do, I do know for a fact that one hundred of those codes from either attack of defense could potentially kill you or destroy the world, but I figure if I am going to win this, I will need to take that risk, so here it goes, Nexus Attack Code 999" Ulrich closed his eyes and when he opened them next he looked at his clone and cracked a smile. "What do you know, a once a day power reboot"
The clone was about to speak another command before Ulrich appeared in front of him and sent him flying with a single punch. "Now I am trying to decide how to best finish you, I was thinking I should you my Ultimate Attack on you, but you know I think I would rather end you in a less dignified way. Nexus Attack Code 008 Drain Bug" Ulrich lifted his hand and let loose a string of code that attached itself to the clone. "This ability allows me to drain away your life and power and add it to my own stock, but you already knew that didn't you?"
The clone stood up and began to charge him. But before it could it dropped out of Nexus mode. "You... will never... defeat master Mewtwo" it spat out at him.
"You see the thing is I don't need to, there are others with me who are quite a bit stronger, and I trust that with them we can stop anything, now just be gone" the clone disappeared and in its place was a small piece of a key. He picked it up and was teleported in front of the gate. Waiting for the others.
Who you going to call? ME!
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Lordxana0 - Joined: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:36 pm
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Re: RPG
by IslaKariese on Fri Nov 02, 2012 4:19 pm
Kestral blinked against the sudden light as she was teleported away from the others. Everything moved while at the same time standing still, and only when the disorienting sensation stopped completely did she open her eyes.
She was in a forest. A clearing, to be precise, but one that was half occupied by a large, dark blue-green lake and surrounded by thick trees. She took a moment to admire the scene - she had always felt at home in a forest, even as a Wanderer. But she didn't let her guard down and so she wasn't startled when a voice sounded from behind her.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Kestral turned, her dagger held securely in her hand, and stared dumbly when she saw... herself. But, no, that wasn't right. It wasn't quite her. It was more like looking in a mirror - the other's eyes were the wrong colors. Kestral had a glasz left eye and an amber right eye, while the Mirror's eyes were flipped. But everything else - even Celoivera strapped along her back - was the same. It unnerved her.
The Mirror smiled serenely and closed her eyes, enjoying the forest just like she was a moment ago. She opened one eye and her grin widened. "Haven't you ever wanted to just rest, Kestral?" The archer blinked in surprise, but said nothing. Of course she did. She'd Wandered for years without rest, travelling the face of the Earth and protected those who needed it - there was no time for rest. But how did this being know what she wanted?
The Mirror chuckled. It sounded so much like Kestral's own laugh that it threw her for a loop. "Of course I know what you want," she said, and Kestral's eyes widened. "I know you. I am you. And I am the answer. You can rest all you want, and I'll take over from here. Simple as that."
"I'm not buying it," said Kestral abruptly. The Mirror's grin widened even further, slowly reaching a disturbing width. "You don't want me to rest. You want me to die." She pulled an arrow from her quiver, dual-wielding it with the dagger. "And I'm not about to die. I haven't died by the hands of any enemy yet, and I certainly won't by yours."
The Mirror laughed. It now just barely resembled hers, and sent shivers down her spine. The laughter stopped and the Mirror grinned maniacally at Kestral. "There's a first time for everything, Kessie." Kestral snarled in fury and with no warning, the Mirror Shifted into a large amber-colored tiger. Kestral used every moment she had to react, ducking under the attack and slashing at the doppleganger's Core. But the Mirror was, of course, far too experienced in fighting to be felled so easily. She instantly became a long, thin snake and dodged the blades as easily as Kestral herself would've.
Kestral spun in place and Shifted to become a hawk, her sharp talons glinting in the sunlight as she dove for the snake. A snake which flashed her fangs and became an owl, screeching furiously as she beat her wings to meet her opponent. They clashed in midair - talons and beaks attacked flesh madly, missing the Cores entirely while neither shapeshifter was left unscathed.
They broke apart and the Mirror wasted no time in Shifting into a large serpentine dragon, fangs glinting menacingly as she opened her maw to swallow Kestral whole. The hawk squawked in fear and turned to the lake, becoming a small fish as she dove and swam furiously to the bottom. She needed to think. She needed something that would work against... herself. But what?
She had no more time to breathe - a large golden shark had entered the lake and was prowling furiously for the little fish that Kestral took the shape of. The archer tried to stay as still and silent as possible, but it was no use. A flash of bright white teeth were the only warning she got before the Mirror succeeded in closing her jaws around her.
Struggling not to panic, Kestral concentrated and grew. Within seconds, she was no longer a small fish about to be swallowed, but a blazing Firebird. The Mirror released her immediately, her mouth burnt and smoking. The water around Kestral instantly began to boil as she made her way to the surface. She broke through with ease, and the transition from swimming to flying was as smooth as silk.
Kestral used the time it took to fly from the lake to the forest to Shift into a much less flammable creature, so that the trees wouldn't catch fire and leave a trail to follow. It took several long moments for the Mirror to catch her wits, and Kestral was a great distance away by then. But she was not deterred. She transformed once more into a dragon and followed the archer's scent, maddened by pain and determination.
Kestral was running out of time. A dragon was much faster than a bird by far, and she had no energy to Shift into something more powerful. Just as she was going over what few options she had, an explosion large and powerful enough to pierce the Kingdom itself darkened the sky and flooded the air with thick, powerful magic. Kestral gasped, and both eyes went white with the influx. The Mirror, though she had the same ability, was too crazed and focused on her enemy to do the same.
Kestral immediately Shifted back to her human form and landed nimbly on a tree branch, drawing Celoivera and aiming it at the large red shape headed straight for her. She gave herself no time to breathe, to think, or even reconsider her actions as she swiftly intoned: "Feo de la Argxento Luno, prunti mi potenco al mortigi mia kontrauxulo!"
Spirit of the Silver Moon, lend me the power to kill my opponent.
The beam that shot from the immortal weapon shot forward with an inhuman purpose, and pierced the beast straight through its mouth and down its gullet. The Dragon's eyes widened in horror even as it was torn apart. The Mirror's body was totally obliterated, but it left a last lingering message in Kestral's heart. You think you've won? Nothing's changed! You're still a Wanderer, still a ghost! You will never find rest, you will never find love, and you will never find home! Not until the day you die. And with that, the sky cleared and the Mirror vanished entirely, leaving behind only a small silver key.
Kestral leaped to the ground, numb. She made no other movements than to pick up the key, which transported her to the meeting spot with the others. She ignored them as she Shifted silently into the form of an amber-colored fox, which curled in on itself and didn't move. She'd give herself this moment to grieve. This moment and no other.
She was in a forest. A clearing, to be precise, but one that was half occupied by a large, dark blue-green lake and surrounded by thick trees. She took a moment to admire the scene - she had always felt at home in a forest, even as a Wanderer. But she didn't let her guard down and so she wasn't startled when a voice sounded from behind her.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Kestral turned, her dagger held securely in her hand, and stared dumbly when she saw... herself. But, no, that wasn't right. It wasn't quite her. It was more like looking in a mirror - the other's eyes were the wrong colors. Kestral had a glasz left eye and an amber right eye, while the Mirror's eyes were flipped. But everything else - even Celoivera strapped along her back - was the same. It unnerved her.
The Mirror smiled serenely and closed her eyes, enjoying the forest just like she was a moment ago. She opened one eye and her grin widened. "Haven't you ever wanted to just rest, Kestral?" The archer blinked in surprise, but said nothing. Of course she did. She'd Wandered for years without rest, travelling the face of the Earth and protected those who needed it - there was no time for rest. But how did this being know what she wanted?
The Mirror chuckled. It sounded so much like Kestral's own laugh that it threw her for a loop. "Of course I know what you want," she said, and Kestral's eyes widened. "I know you. I am you. And I am the answer. You can rest all you want, and I'll take over from here. Simple as that."
"I'm not buying it," said Kestral abruptly. The Mirror's grin widened even further, slowly reaching a disturbing width. "You don't want me to rest. You want me to die." She pulled an arrow from her quiver, dual-wielding it with the dagger. "And I'm not about to die. I haven't died by the hands of any enemy yet, and I certainly won't by yours."
The Mirror laughed. It now just barely resembled hers, and sent shivers down her spine. The laughter stopped and the Mirror grinned maniacally at Kestral. "There's a first time for everything, Kessie." Kestral snarled in fury and with no warning, the Mirror Shifted into a large amber-colored tiger. Kestral used every moment she had to react, ducking under the attack and slashing at the doppleganger's Core. But the Mirror was, of course, far too experienced in fighting to be felled so easily. She instantly became a long, thin snake and dodged the blades as easily as Kestral herself would've.
Kestral spun in place and Shifted to become a hawk, her sharp talons glinting in the sunlight as she dove for the snake. A snake which flashed her fangs and became an owl, screeching furiously as she beat her wings to meet her opponent. They clashed in midair - talons and beaks attacked flesh madly, missing the Cores entirely while neither shapeshifter was left unscathed.
They broke apart and the Mirror wasted no time in Shifting into a large serpentine dragon, fangs glinting menacingly as she opened her maw to swallow Kestral whole. The hawk squawked in fear and turned to the lake, becoming a small fish as she dove and swam furiously to the bottom. She needed to think. She needed something that would work against... herself. But what?
She had no more time to breathe - a large golden shark had entered the lake and was prowling furiously for the little fish that Kestral took the shape of. The archer tried to stay as still and silent as possible, but it was no use. A flash of bright white teeth were the only warning she got before the Mirror succeeded in closing her jaws around her.
Struggling not to panic, Kestral concentrated and grew. Within seconds, she was no longer a small fish about to be swallowed, but a blazing Firebird. The Mirror released her immediately, her mouth burnt and smoking. The water around Kestral instantly began to boil as she made her way to the surface. She broke through with ease, and the transition from swimming to flying was as smooth as silk.
Kestral used the time it took to fly from the lake to the forest to Shift into a much less flammable creature, so that the trees wouldn't catch fire and leave a trail to follow. It took several long moments for the Mirror to catch her wits, and Kestral was a great distance away by then. But she was not deterred. She transformed once more into a dragon and followed the archer's scent, maddened by pain and determination.
Kestral was running out of time. A dragon was much faster than a bird by far, and she had no energy to Shift into something more powerful. Just as she was going over what few options she had, an explosion large and powerful enough to pierce the Kingdom itself darkened the sky and flooded the air with thick, powerful magic. Kestral gasped, and both eyes went white with the influx. The Mirror, though she had the same ability, was too crazed and focused on her enemy to do the same.
Kestral immediately Shifted back to her human form and landed nimbly on a tree branch, drawing Celoivera and aiming it at the large red shape headed straight for her. She gave herself no time to breathe, to think, or even reconsider her actions as she swiftly intoned: "Feo de la Argxento Luno, prunti mi potenco al mortigi mia kontrauxulo!"
Spirit of the Silver Moon, lend me the power to kill my opponent.
The beam that shot from the immortal weapon shot forward with an inhuman purpose, and pierced the beast straight through its mouth and down its gullet. The Dragon's eyes widened in horror even as it was torn apart. The Mirror's body was totally obliterated, but it left a last lingering message in Kestral's heart. You think you've won? Nothing's changed! You're still a Wanderer, still a ghost! You will never find rest, you will never find love, and you will never find home! Not until the day you die. And with that, the sky cleared and the Mirror vanished entirely, leaving behind only a small silver key.
Kestral leaped to the ground, numb. She made no other movements than to pick up the key, which transported her to the meeting spot with the others. She ignored them as she Shifted silently into the form of an amber-colored fox, which curled in on itself and didn't move. She'd give herself this moment to grieve. This moment and no other.
The voices in my head tell me that we saved the world. However, they also told me that George Clooney's face is on the dollar bill, so... meh. The voices are more fun, anyway.
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Re: RPG
by Sicon112 on Sun Nov 04, 2012 10:27 pm
BGM: CROW'S CLAW ~ Eclipced
A crimson maw formed in the frigid air of the lonely mountain range. An outcropping high up the side of a monolithic peak was lit with a brilliant light, melting the snow cover instantly with a loud hiss and a cloud of steam. Sabrac pulsed a small amount of power, knocking aside the haze that had clouded his vision, gleaming eyes darting across the ledge, awash with the light of the setting sun. He was not pleased with the most recent developments.
A moment ago, some fool had arrived at the scene of the recent battle, destroyed the last remnants of the necromancer, and with little to no explanation had used some kind of spell to warp them miles away. This had been an extremely unpleasant experience for the Crimson Lord, since he had been forced to expend far too much of his power to uproot his body and pull it along with him. It had, of course, completely destroyed the area they had occupied before, shredding the lower levels of rock where he had placed most of his energy and creating gargantuan sinkholes that caused the entire area to collapse in on itself. It hadn't taken the fool more than a few moment to teleport Sabrac a second time, though the assassin suspected he would probably care about the sinkholes that spontaneously appeared in the middle of his battle lines. It wouldn't be as bad as what had happened in the remains of the quarry, but it would make the fight difficult. Sabrac decided to forget about it, though. The human brought trouble upon himself. Now he shall have to extricate his forces from the trap of his own creation. Perhaps it is best this way. If it turns out he is more competent that he seems, it will make my tasks easier. If he isn't capable of dealing with the results of his own actions then I shall not have to deal with them either.
His search began and ended almost instantly. He could feel no enemies around him, and none were in his range of sight. Only roughly a second had passed since he, and ostensibly his opponent, had materialized. Surely these so called 'elite guards' must be capable of launching an attack in the period since we appeared. His power flowed up through the mountain's core and into his body, invisible to the outside world, and masked by his presence. Therefore, they are using an extra moment to strike from the best possible position. So, my enemy this time is going to provide a real battle, it seems. Sure enough, the strike came only a moment later, dozens of beams of power twisting down towards his apparently unprotected back with a speed and suddenness that might have made it impossible for even Sabrac to defend, had he not anticipated it.
He spun in place, his arm throwing open the black mantle around him, and a wave of fire just as powerful and fast shot out from under his cloak, streams of flames twisting off from it to meet their counterparts in mid flight. The blinding explosion that resulted would have knocked a human off their feet, but Sabac's wildly flapping mantle was the only part of him that moved as he began his counter attack. The ground to either side of him ruptured as huge orbs of flame rocketed skyward, soaring up above the still burning inferno and then shattering, bombarding the other side of the wall of flames with a wave of fireballs so numerous that they filled the air like clouds of swarming insects.
The roar of their detonations more resembled a single continuous explosion, its life extended for nearly a minute, than it did innumerable smaller blasts. Even as his counter attack reached it's peak, he knocked aside the remains of the first exchange and caught a glimpse of a black blur darting through his attacks, deftly maneuvering through the weaker points and deflecting anything that got close to him.
With a small shift in his stance, Sabrac caused a cloud of smaller trails of flame to dart up and out of the earth, hugging the now revealed stone as they homed in on his target, cloaked by the hailstorm off attacks from above, and then darted upward at the last moment with a resounding crash and yet another cloud of madder red flames.
A moment later, his opponent spoke for the first time, and at the sound, Sabrac's eyes shot wide open.
BGM: CROW'S CLAW ~ Immortal Madness
"How unfortunate." A gust of wind washed over the battlefield, clearing away the smoke are revealing the black form within, it's gleaming eyes shining with suppressed killing intent. "Perhaps it was foolishly optimistic of me, but I had been hoping to catch you disoriented and avoid this troublesome battle."
Sabrac was silent as he stared at himself across the crimson-lit earth, the evening sun's last rays fading behind the mountain summit. What is...? Ah, he intends to throw me off by this mimicry. Perhaps, with another being, it would work. However, due to my nature... His power flowed beneath the surface of the mountain, forming a barrier below his enemy. Nothing changed. As I thought. A cheap copy.
"To believe that I would fall for such an insipid gambit... You truly are a fool." The true Sabrac answered his double, his voice holding only mild hints of annoyance, as if he were being pestered by a particularly stubborn fly. "It will not matter what form you take; cast aside your tricks, or cling helplessly to them in some misguided belief that they will pull you through the battle to come. You will still fall to the flame of my existence, merely because you stand between me and my goal."
"Your confidence in your own opinions of your greatness is as strong as ever, I see. How about we find out how far that pride will carry you..."
That was when the ground under Sabrac burst open without warning, hurling him high into the open sky above the mountainside just as he had done in his short duel with Jericho only a short time ago. Not even a hint of gathering power. Then he is replicating the visible section of my form without understanding my nature. This will be troublesome... He twisted onto his back as he began to fall back down, knowing the angle of his flight would carry him past the edge of the cliff he has stood on a moment ago. Even as the rim of the outcropping past his view, a wave of fire five feet wide burst from the sheer cliff face, and reached up to his feet. The black leather of his boots came into contact with the swell of power and gravity ceased to affect him.
Tiny comets of fire leaped from the wave as it flowed smoothly sideways down the cliff and darted upward like miniature bolts of lightning, ready to meet his target as it shot over the edge of the cliff in pursuit.
Gleaming metal flashed in the firelight as twin blades batted aside projectiles in their path, and out of the smoke the second Sabrac dived for the first, surrounded by ever twisting beams of flame that began to rain down on the Crimson Lord.
Sabrac's mount of fire swiftly darted back and forth as the attacks blew holes in the cliff, watching with arms crossed casually in front of his chest. The copy, seeing that Sabrac was too mobile, attempted to press him by blasting pieces of the cliff higher up and raining rubble upon his head. However, the moment any piece of rubble got near the assassin's position, it was consumed from within by crimson flames, which joined the cresting wave below his feet and increased his speed further.
With a growl of annoyance, the copy hurled both blades downward, where they exploded with an enormous force, shattering the mountainside and replacing smooth stone with a maelstrom of fire that instantly overtook Sabrac's wave of flame.
The second assassin's sense of victory didn't last long, dissipating as a back clocked form came flipping out of the smoke, soaring upward as it rode along the edge of the shock-wave. The copy attempted to halt himself, to avoid the trap he saw closing around him, but it was too little, too late. Sabrac's gleaming eyes pulsed as he moved for a killing strike, throwing aside his mantle as a second hailstorm of bullet-like flames tore apart the air before him and rained down upon the mountain, destroying everything in their path with explosions completely disproportionate to their tiny size.
However, with a grunt of exertion, the copy flew into motion, summoning more swords. His twin blades, near perfect reproductions of the ones owned by the Crimson Lord, blurred the air as they moved with impossible to track speed, a slash for each and every incoming fireball, and every movement taking place so fast as to be simultaneous. Not content with merely deflecting the assault, the fake leaped through the still fading cloud of sparks, blades alight with power and rage, and slammed into Sabrac's hastily drawn swords with a concussive force that shredded the mountain side into dust.
A black blur covered in madder red light plummeted out of the explosion and crashed to earth on the edge of a canyon, tearing the ground asunder as the body skidded to a halt in a cloud of dust. Seconds later, the imitation Crimson Lord landed near the beginning of the real one's crash site, having learned by now to confirm his kills.
That, unfortunately for him, was a mistake, which he realized just as the ground around him was sliced apart by madder red flames. Buckling upward, the earth spewed flames and swords without end at the fake, who leaped into the air buffeted by the unending barrage, but batting away any direct hits with bursts of flame from his hands. That is, until twenty massive streams of fire shot out of the ground and closed in on him from all sides.
This time, it was the fake's turn to come flying out of an explosion, but he corrected himself mid-flight and skidded to a halt on the other side of the large mountain pass. Ominous footfalls echoed from the smoke that obscured Sabrac, and with a whoosh it was parted down the middle, revealing the assassin's cloaked form walking slowly from the wreckage. Everywhere his feet fell, tiny pools of flame crackled. He halted at the edge of the canyon, staring silently at his target, who began to walk towards him in turn.
"So you survived that attack. Unfortunate, but it doesn't mean that it was a waste. You know as well as I do what it means to take wounds in this battle, after all."
Sabrac tensed, but remain silent. So he truly does not realize my nature. His ignorant assumption that I could be harmed by my own spell will work to my advantage. The copy took this the wrong way, however, and continued speaking, a hint of smugness slipping into his otherwise perfect imitation of Sabrac's tone.
"I see. So you were hurt. Then you realize it is only a matter of time. How ironic that you should fall to the very spell of which you are so proud." He brushed aside his cloak, summoning the fake swords once more. However, Sabrac's sharp eyes, trained by centuries of combat, caught the traces of cauterized wounds on his double's palms and side.
To see a supposed copy of me falling pray to Stigma while he assumes that I too suffer the same thing...I find it rather insulting. The Crimson Lord readied his own blades, holding them calmly at his side as his power flowed up to the edge of the cliff where he stood.
"Come then," The copy spoke once more. "Let me end your meaningless existence! You have no reason to exist, no goal to strive for save that which is given to you. Pathetic. With this, that worthlessness shall be erased from the world!"
Both identical combatants moved at once, the copy leaping forward, blades wreathed in flames, as Sabrac rocketing to meet him, the cliff behind him shattering in an explosion of red as an immense wave of fire tore out from it, the gleam of uncountable steel blades in it's depths.
The collision was accompanied by an explosion which raged with unmatched ferocity, seeming to shake the very mountains themselves. Fire expanded ever outward slamming into the sides of the mountains around them, and the night was lit with all the brilliance of a noonday sun.
Sparks filled the air as the flames cleared, revealing a plain of blades that now filled the mountain pass, and two black cloaked figures, one with two blades in his hand, held as though he had just finished a strike, and the other standing nonchalantly off to one side, a single sword in his hand. Then, a line of red light appeared, splitting the first form's upper body in half. "Damn. That was careless." Sabrac spoke the words softly as he understood what had happened. Having only an incomplete understanding of the Crimson Lord's power, the fake had, when it was overwhelmed by Sabrac's strength, teleported out of the way as he followed through, and attacked him from behind.
There was a soft thump as the body of the Crimson Lord, it's head and upper half separated down the line of symmetry, fell on it's back.
"And thus ends the Destructive Blade, Sabrac." The copy slowly walked toward the fallen Lord, his voice Sabrac's, but his tone mocking. "For all your talk, you couldn't even stand against a copy of your own power. You claimed to be unstoppable, but that was merely your foolish pride. In the end, you were no different from the one you used to travel with, no different from Ma-"
BGM: Hayato Matsuo ~ Waga Na Wa Otoshi Kami
"Be silent."
It was almost unrecognizable as the voice of Sabrac. The traces of it were there, but there was no hint of his usual detached calm. For that single instant, the deep echoing voice was twisted in pure, unforgiving rage, unmatched even by the full raging inferno of his power. It was terror incarnate.
Twin beams of madder red lit the sky with the power of spotlights. Sabrac's eyes came to life.
"What?! Wha-wha-what is this? You're dead! I killed you!" The faker stumbled backwards, any traces of the confidence he held a moment before scattered like dust in the wind as slowly, ever so slowly, the form of Sabrac rose. First, it was his feet, their leather boots placed softly on the ground, and then the rest of his body began to lift upwards in an impossible manner, tendrils of flame already leaping back and forth across the gap caused by the previous exchange of blows.
"That name, those memories, are something that belongs to me alone." The disembodied voice spoke once more, calm regained, but the hints of his true anger were still there. "The theft of my form, your pathetic imitation of my power, these are things I can accept. They changed nothing. I fought you merely because you stood before me, halting my progress towards my goal. That is the way I have always fought. To lose your head in the midst of combat is nothing more than a disadvantage." The tendrils caught hold of both sides of the wound, and as his torso began to straighten further, they pulled taught. "However, by attempting to speak that name before me, you have changed my mind. It is against my best interests to reveal my full power before a target's watching eyes, but I no longer care for such trivialities." The wound sealed completely as the voice continued, leaving only a singe crimson line to mark it's location, and Sabrac reached a standing position. His voice rolled onward with a terrifyingly deadly calmness. "You speak of my pride, saying it is misplaced, so I will show you before your eyes close for the last time, what it truly means to face the full wrath of a Crimson Lord!"
His arms crossed before his chest and the maw of darkness that stood where his head should be shifted to focus on the panic-stricken faker. Flames began to rise from the ground licking at the edge of his flapping mantle as he spoke one final word.
"Fuzetsu"
With that single, power-filled word, a pulse of incomprehensibly complex magic spread outward, engulfing the canyon, then the mountains themselves, and the battlefield, the combatants, their weapons, and even time itself was remade through a lens of madder red.
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BGM: FELT ~ Screen
Sabrac stood silently on an outcropping high in the mountain range, cape flapping lightly in the freezing air, though it didn't bother the Crimson Lord. Behind him, a few wisps of flame could be seen, the only trace that a battle had ever been fought. Not even a pebble had shifted from the way it had been a moment ago, when he had spoken the word of power.
His red eyes traveled over the canyon far off in the distance, perhaps a mile away and many more straight down, and followed the pass towards the treeline, staring silently out over the green, moonlit trees that stretched on into the distance. Then he turned his attention to the small key in his hand, confirming that it was the object he sought. The air before him shifted the tiniest bit, and he looked to see a small, winged form land on his finger. It was a butterfly.
Surprisingly, Sabrac didn't shift at all. He merely stood silently and watched the tiny creature as it rested its delicate wings. A few silent moments passed this way, before a surge of power far off to Sabrac's right caused his head to jerk upwards. Startled, the butterfly took off and began to fly forward as Sabrac focused his eyes on the brilliant rainbow gleam of energy that rent the fabric of the night sky. The shock-wave slammed into the assassin moments later, sending his cape flying outwards with such force that it almost seemed as though it would rip. However, his body did not so much as twitch. Only his head moved, shifting his eyes in silence as the blast of air slammed into the fragile butterfly, crushing it instantly and sending the remains flying out of view.
"...This is the second time I have stood by while something small and helpless has been crushed. It would have been effortless for one such as I to stop such things from happening, and yet..." He began to speak as the wind died down, but slowly trailed off into silence in the middle of his sentence. Finally, he continued, though with a new thought. "The butterfly took flight because it felt that its perch was unstable. "If only the reasoning behind that time were as clear. Perhaps, had I understood, I would have been able to act."
His words hung in the mountain air for a few minutes, until he seemed to come to a decision. "The time has come for me to return. I have a contract to complete. Only then will there be time for idle thoughts." Almost as though his statement had called for it, he felt the tendrils of magic that had pulled him here reaching out for him once more. However, as they began to grasp his form and power, he swatted them away with a surge of energy, disinterestedly wondering if such an act would cause a psychic backlash of some sort. He decided that he didn't care.
As the spell shattered, he focused on it's location. Determining this, his form began to shift. Beginning with his right shoulder and spreading downward across his body, he slowly dissolved into flames, leaving only his ever present mantle behind, which floated gently across the currents of wind before catching on a rock. Another flash of flame, and even that was gone.
A solitary, metallic clink split the silent night, and the silvery shape of the key bounced up from where it had hit the rock, and then, as though a hand were reaching out to grab it, a burst of red wrapped around it, consumed it, and vanished into the stone.
A crimson maw formed in the frigid air of the lonely mountain range. An outcropping high up the side of a monolithic peak was lit with a brilliant light, melting the snow cover instantly with a loud hiss and a cloud of steam. Sabrac pulsed a small amount of power, knocking aside the haze that had clouded his vision, gleaming eyes darting across the ledge, awash with the light of the setting sun. He was not pleased with the most recent developments.
A moment ago, some fool had arrived at the scene of the recent battle, destroyed the last remnants of the necromancer, and with little to no explanation had used some kind of spell to warp them miles away. This had been an extremely unpleasant experience for the Crimson Lord, since he had been forced to expend far too much of his power to uproot his body and pull it along with him. It had, of course, completely destroyed the area they had occupied before, shredding the lower levels of rock where he had placed most of his energy and creating gargantuan sinkholes that caused the entire area to collapse in on itself. It hadn't taken the fool more than a few moment to teleport Sabrac a second time, though the assassin suspected he would probably care about the sinkholes that spontaneously appeared in the middle of his battle lines. It wouldn't be as bad as what had happened in the remains of the quarry, but it would make the fight difficult. Sabrac decided to forget about it, though. The human brought trouble upon himself. Now he shall have to extricate his forces from the trap of his own creation. Perhaps it is best this way. If it turns out he is more competent that he seems, it will make my tasks easier. If he isn't capable of dealing with the results of his own actions then I shall not have to deal with them either.
His search began and ended almost instantly. He could feel no enemies around him, and none were in his range of sight. Only roughly a second had passed since he, and ostensibly his opponent, had materialized. Surely these so called 'elite guards' must be capable of launching an attack in the period since we appeared. His power flowed up through the mountain's core and into his body, invisible to the outside world, and masked by his presence. Therefore, they are using an extra moment to strike from the best possible position. So, my enemy this time is going to provide a real battle, it seems. Sure enough, the strike came only a moment later, dozens of beams of power twisting down towards his apparently unprotected back with a speed and suddenness that might have made it impossible for even Sabrac to defend, had he not anticipated it.
He spun in place, his arm throwing open the black mantle around him, and a wave of fire just as powerful and fast shot out from under his cloak, streams of flames twisting off from it to meet their counterparts in mid flight. The blinding explosion that resulted would have knocked a human off their feet, but Sabac's wildly flapping mantle was the only part of him that moved as he began his counter attack. The ground to either side of him ruptured as huge orbs of flame rocketed skyward, soaring up above the still burning inferno and then shattering, bombarding the other side of the wall of flames with a wave of fireballs so numerous that they filled the air like clouds of swarming insects.
The roar of their detonations more resembled a single continuous explosion, its life extended for nearly a minute, than it did innumerable smaller blasts. Even as his counter attack reached it's peak, he knocked aside the remains of the first exchange and caught a glimpse of a black blur darting through his attacks, deftly maneuvering through the weaker points and deflecting anything that got close to him.
With a small shift in his stance, Sabrac caused a cloud of smaller trails of flame to dart up and out of the earth, hugging the now revealed stone as they homed in on his target, cloaked by the hailstorm off attacks from above, and then darted upward at the last moment with a resounding crash and yet another cloud of madder red flames.
A moment later, his opponent spoke for the first time, and at the sound, Sabrac's eyes shot wide open.
BGM: CROW'S CLAW ~ Immortal Madness
"How unfortunate." A gust of wind washed over the battlefield, clearing away the smoke are revealing the black form within, it's gleaming eyes shining with suppressed killing intent. "Perhaps it was foolishly optimistic of me, but I had been hoping to catch you disoriented and avoid this troublesome battle."
Sabrac was silent as he stared at himself across the crimson-lit earth, the evening sun's last rays fading behind the mountain summit. What is...? Ah, he intends to throw me off by this mimicry. Perhaps, with another being, it would work. However, due to my nature... His power flowed beneath the surface of the mountain, forming a barrier below his enemy. Nothing changed. As I thought. A cheap copy.
"To believe that I would fall for such an insipid gambit... You truly are a fool." The true Sabrac answered his double, his voice holding only mild hints of annoyance, as if he were being pestered by a particularly stubborn fly. "It will not matter what form you take; cast aside your tricks, or cling helplessly to them in some misguided belief that they will pull you through the battle to come. You will still fall to the flame of my existence, merely because you stand between me and my goal."
"Your confidence in your own opinions of your greatness is as strong as ever, I see. How about we find out how far that pride will carry you..."
That was when the ground under Sabrac burst open without warning, hurling him high into the open sky above the mountainside just as he had done in his short duel with Jericho only a short time ago. Not even a hint of gathering power. Then he is replicating the visible section of my form without understanding my nature. This will be troublesome... He twisted onto his back as he began to fall back down, knowing the angle of his flight would carry him past the edge of the cliff he has stood on a moment ago. Even as the rim of the outcropping past his view, a wave of fire five feet wide burst from the sheer cliff face, and reached up to his feet. The black leather of his boots came into contact with the swell of power and gravity ceased to affect him.
Tiny comets of fire leaped from the wave as it flowed smoothly sideways down the cliff and darted upward like miniature bolts of lightning, ready to meet his target as it shot over the edge of the cliff in pursuit.
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Gleaming metal flashed in the firelight as twin blades batted aside projectiles in their path, and out of the smoke the second Sabrac dived for the first, surrounded by ever twisting beams of flame that began to rain down on the Crimson Lord.
Sabrac's mount of fire swiftly darted back and forth as the attacks blew holes in the cliff, watching with arms crossed casually in front of his chest. The copy, seeing that Sabrac was too mobile, attempted to press him by blasting pieces of the cliff higher up and raining rubble upon his head. However, the moment any piece of rubble got near the assassin's position, it was consumed from within by crimson flames, which joined the cresting wave below his feet and increased his speed further.
With a growl of annoyance, the copy hurled both blades downward, where they exploded with an enormous force, shattering the mountainside and replacing smooth stone with a maelstrom of fire that instantly overtook Sabrac's wave of flame.
The second assassin's sense of victory didn't last long, dissipating as a back clocked form came flipping out of the smoke, soaring upward as it rode along the edge of the shock-wave. The copy attempted to halt himself, to avoid the trap he saw closing around him, but it was too little, too late. Sabrac's gleaming eyes pulsed as he moved for a killing strike, throwing aside his mantle as a second hailstorm of bullet-like flames tore apart the air before him and rained down upon the mountain, destroying everything in their path with explosions completely disproportionate to their tiny size.
However, with a grunt of exertion, the copy flew into motion, summoning more swords. His twin blades, near perfect reproductions of the ones owned by the Crimson Lord, blurred the air as they moved with impossible to track speed, a slash for each and every incoming fireball, and every movement taking place so fast as to be simultaneous. Not content with merely deflecting the assault, the fake leaped through the still fading cloud of sparks, blades alight with power and rage, and slammed into Sabrac's hastily drawn swords with a concussive force that shredded the mountain side into dust.
A black blur covered in madder red light plummeted out of the explosion and crashed to earth on the edge of a canyon, tearing the ground asunder as the body skidded to a halt in a cloud of dust. Seconds later, the imitation Crimson Lord landed near the beginning of the real one's crash site, having learned by now to confirm his kills.
That, unfortunately for him, was a mistake, which he realized just as the ground around him was sliced apart by madder red flames. Buckling upward, the earth spewed flames and swords without end at the fake, who leaped into the air buffeted by the unending barrage, but batting away any direct hits with bursts of flame from his hands. That is, until twenty massive streams of fire shot out of the ground and closed in on him from all sides.
This time, it was the fake's turn to come flying out of an explosion, but he corrected himself mid-flight and skidded to a halt on the other side of the large mountain pass. Ominous footfalls echoed from the smoke that obscured Sabrac, and with a whoosh it was parted down the middle, revealing the assassin's cloaked form walking slowly from the wreckage. Everywhere his feet fell, tiny pools of flame crackled. He halted at the edge of the canyon, staring silently at his target, who began to walk towards him in turn.
"So you survived that attack. Unfortunate, but it doesn't mean that it was a waste. You know as well as I do what it means to take wounds in this battle, after all."
Sabrac tensed, but remain silent. So he truly does not realize my nature. His ignorant assumption that I could be harmed by my own spell will work to my advantage. The copy took this the wrong way, however, and continued speaking, a hint of smugness slipping into his otherwise perfect imitation of Sabrac's tone.
"I see. So you were hurt. Then you realize it is only a matter of time. How ironic that you should fall to the very spell of which you are so proud." He brushed aside his cloak, summoning the fake swords once more. However, Sabrac's sharp eyes, trained by centuries of combat, caught the traces of cauterized wounds on his double's palms and side.
To see a supposed copy of me falling pray to Stigma while he assumes that I too suffer the same thing...I find it rather insulting. The Crimson Lord readied his own blades, holding them calmly at his side as his power flowed up to the edge of the cliff where he stood.
"Come then," The copy spoke once more. "Let me end your meaningless existence! You have no reason to exist, no goal to strive for save that which is given to you. Pathetic. With this, that worthlessness shall be erased from the world!"
Both identical combatants moved at once, the copy leaping forward, blades wreathed in flames, as Sabrac rocketing to meet him, the cliff behind him shattering in an explosion of red as an immense wave of fire tore out from it, the gleam of uncountable steel blades in it's depths.
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The collision was accompanied by an explosion which raged with unmatched ferocity, seeming to shake the very mountains themselves. Fire expanded ever outward slamming into the sides of the mountains around them, and the night was lit with all the brilliance of a noonday sun.
Sparks filled the air as the flames cleared, revealing a plain of blades that now filled the mountain pass, and two black cloaked figures, one with two blades in his hand, held as though he had just finished a strike, and the other standing nonchalantly off to one side, a single sword in his hand. Then, a line of red light appeared, splitting the first form's upper body in half. "Damn. That was careless." Sabrac spoke the words softly as he understood what had happened. Having only an incomplete understanding of the Crimson Lord's power, the fake had, when it was overwhelmed by Sabrac's strength, teleported out of the way as he followed through, and attacked him from behind.
There was a soft thump as the body of the Crimson Lord, it's head and upper half separated down the line of symmetry, fell on it's back.
"And thus ends the Destructive Blade, Sabrac." The copy slowly walked toward the fallen Lord, his voice Sabrac's, but his tone mocking. "For all your talk, you couldn't even stand against a copy of your own power. You claimed to be unstoppable, but that was merely your foolish pride. In the end, you were no different from the one you used to travel with, no different from Ma-"
BGM: Hayato Matsuo ~ Waga Na Wa Otoshi Kami
"Be silent."
It was almost unrecognizable as the voice of Sabrac. The traces of it were there, but there was no hint of his usual detached calm. For that single instant, the deep echoing voice was twisted in pure, unforgiving rage, unmatched even by the full raging inferno of his power. It was terror incarnate.
Twin beams of madder red lit the sky with the power of spotlights. Sabrac's eyes came to life.
"What?! Wha-wha-what is this? You're dead! I killed you!" The faker stumbled backwards, any traces of the confidence he held a moment before scattered like dust in the wind as slowly, ever so slowly, the form of Sabrac rose. First, it was his feet, their leather boots placed softly on the ground, and then the rest of his body began to lift upwards in an impossible manner, tendrils of flame already leaping back and forth across the gap caused by the previous exchange of blows.
"That name, those memories, are something that belongs to me alone." The disembodied voice spoke once more, calm regained, but the hints of his true anger were still there. "The theft of my form, your pathetic imitation of my power, these are things I can accept. They changed nothing. I fought you merely because you stood before me, halting my progress towards my goal. That is the way I have always fought. To lose your head in the midst of combat is nothing more than a disadvantage." The tendrils caught hold of both sides of the wound, and as his torso began to straighten further, they pulled taught. "However, by attempting to speak that name before me, you have changed my mind. It is against my best interests to reveal my full power before a target's watching eyes, but I no longer care for such trivialities." The wound sealed completely as the voice continued, leaving only a singe crimson line to mark it's location, and Sabrac reached a standing position. His voice rolled onward with a terrifyingly deadly calmness. "You speak of my pride, saying it is misplaced, so I will show you before your eyes close for the last time, what it truly means to face the full wrath of a Crimson Lord!"
His arms crossed before his chest and the maw of darkness that stood where his head should be shifted to focus on the panic-stricken faker. Flames began to rise from the ground licking at the edge of his flapping mantle as he spoke one final word.
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"Fuzetsu"
With that single, power-filled word, a pulse of incomprehensibly complex magic spread outward, engulfing the canyon, then the mountains themselves, and the battlefield, the combatants, their weapons, and even time itself was remade through a lens of madder red.
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BGM: FELT ~ Screen
Sabrac stood silently on an outcropping high in the mountain range, cape flapping lightly in the freezing air, though it didn't bother the Crimson Lord. Behind him, a few wisps of flame could be seen, the only trace that a battle had ever been fought. Not even a pebble had shifted from the way it had been a moment ago, when he had spoken the word of power.
His red eyes traveled over the canyon far off in the distance, perhaps a mile away and many more straight down, and followed the pass towards the treeline, staring silently out over the green, moonlit trees that stretched on into the distance. Then he turned his attention to the small key in his hand, confirming that it was the object he sought. The air before him shifted the tiniest bit, and he looked to see a small, winged form land on his finger. It was a butterfly.
Surprisingly, Sabrac didn't shift at all. He merely stood silently and watched the tiny creature as it rested its delicate wings. A few silent moments passed this way, before a surge of power far off to Sabrac's right caused his head to jerk upwards. Startled, the butterfly took off and began to fly forward as Sabrac focused his eyes on the brilliant rainbow gleam of energy that rent the fabric of the night sky. The shock-wave slammed into the assassin moments later, sending his cape flying outwards with such force that it almost seemed as though it would rip. However, his body did not so much as twitch. Only his head moved, shifting his eyes in silence as the blast of air slammed into the fragile butterfly, crushing it instantly and sending the remains flying out of view.
"...This is the second time I have stood by while something small and helpless has been crushed. It would have been effortless for one such as I to stop such things from happening, and yet..." He began to speak as the wind died down, but slowly trailed off into silence in the middle of his sentence. Finally, he continued, though with a new thought. "The butterfly took flight because it felt that its perch was unstable. "If only the reasoning behind that time were as clear. Perhaps, had I understood, I would have been able to act."
His words hung in the mountain air for a few minutes, until he seemed to come to a decision. "The time has come for me to return. I have a contract to complete. Only then will there be time for idle thoughts." Almost as though his statement had called for it, he felt the tendrils of magic that had pulled him here reaching out for him once more. However, as they began to grasp his form and power, he swatted them away with a surge of energy, disinterestedly wondering if such an act would cause a psychic backlash of some sort. He decided that he didn't care.
As the spell shattered, he focused on it's location. Determining this, his form began to shift. Beginning with his right shoulder and spreading downward across his body, he slowly dissolved into flames, leaving only his ever present mantle behind, which floated gently across the currents of wind before catching on a rock. Another flash of flame, and even that was gone.
A solitary, metallic clink split the silent night, and the silvery shape of the key bounced up from where it had hit the rock, and then, as though a hand were reaching out to grab it, a burst of red wrapped around it, consumed it, and vanished into the stone.
Normal people are the easiest to manipulate. Too smart and they have an annoying tendency to catch wind of your plans, too dumb and, in the words of a certain pirate, "You can never tell when they are about to do something incredibly...stupid."
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Re: RPG
by Victin on Wed Nov 07, 2012 7:12 pm
The following events happened so quickly that Maggy didn't even had the time to understand what was going on. She had seen the Red Man and the Warrior to beat some guy, and then the Angel killed some ghosts. After that a huge cloud appeared but then exploded after being hit by a thunderbolt. Finally, someone appearead, spoke something, and Maggy suddenly wasn't there anymore (wherever there means). She was somewhere else. She was in a large room, with the walls and the ceiling being made of stone bricks, but the floor was made out of pure bedrock, with some corridors on it. There were stains of blood all around the room, along with dead monsters and armors laying around. Well, it seems I'm back at my basement. Better get goin-AAAAAAAA!
She looked behind. Oh Isaac. It's just you. You scared me. I thought you were a new monster called "Ditto" or something.
"Monster? Am I a monster? Your MOTHER is a monster! How come you're not crazy?" [Underlined means 'translated from whatever language it is']
"Isaac, stop fooling around. Why are you even wearing this silly wig and... Wait. This is my bow. Why are you wearing my bow? You better give me it right now or ELSE..."
"Yeah... You're definitively crazy. Now stay quiet while I kill you, ok?"
Isaac moved closer to Maggy. He moved his fist at her direction and... "ISAAC! YOU IDIOTIC COMMUNION WAFER!" She kicked him in his crotch with all her might. He crouched and then rolled to the corner, where he stood crying.
"Don't dare to lay your hands on me, pervert." And that said, Maggy slowly walked away from the room.
Maggy kept walking for some time. Althought most rooms were like the ones at her basement, all of them were empty. No monsters, no items. Nothing at all. Something must have happened. Better move faster. But as soon as she thought it, she heard a noise. Maggy started to get in corridors that took her closer to it. Finally, she got at a room with a big sign in the center of it. It was a map. Maggy studied the map a bit, and concluded that she was in a set of tunnels under the place where she was before. She decided to go to a room which was marked with yellow color - Cool! A treasure room! She also could understand what that noise was. It was the stepping sound and the roar of hundred of monsters marching. She had never heard so many monsters. But the noise got furter and further, even though she wasn't moving. And now she was hearing Isaac again, still yelling 'ditto'. Maggy went away from the room and started to follow the path she had made in her head.
After some walking, Maggy got to a large passageway. In the ground, she could see the footsteps of hundred of abominations. To her right, she could hear the growls of hundred of creatures. To her left, she could-BAM! A turtle-like creature hit her. It was wearing an armor, and it dropped a bag on the ground. It crawled away and kept trembling as it stared at Maggy. From the bag, four pair of items fell: orange bottles, yellow, green and red liquid in recipients. Maggy drank one of each, and discovered that she could put all of them at her "one-use item" slot, that the range Bottle healed her - I don't feel my leg hurt anymore! - and that the other three were useless right now. She got everything in the bag and put the Orange Bottle at her "one-use item" slot. This bag is heavy. I shoudnt have to carry it. Oh, I can punish Isaac by making him carry it for me!
This bag isn't actually heavy. But, well, if Maggy wants me to do so... At least the kick she gave me isn't hurting anymore. Isaac looked at the turtle. It was still, trembling, staring at Isaac. Its head was blue and... Someone was coming. Isaac could hear someone speaking "ditto" from the corridor he came from. Oh no, it must be Maggy! Gotta get running! And Isaac started moving to the treasure room, to the left in the huge tunnel he was in.
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Ditto: Hey girl. Did you see an weird boy passing through here?
Squirtle: Y-Yes. H-He went t-that way.
D: Okay... Uh... What are you doing here?
S: I-I as carrying some medical supplies when he hit m-me.
D: Ok, look, you better help me get him then...
S: W-W-Why?
D: Who knows what he will do to you when he discovers...
S: *gulp* O-Okay t-then.
Then, the Elite Guard and the Medic headed of into Isaac's direction.
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Isaac finally arrived at the room he was aiming to. It was a huge room, with many corridors, but only one door. Isaac could hear a low noise echoing through the cave. There were TV screens over each corridor, with exposed cables and many "Be careful with the cables" warning signs. There were also light bulbs and a strange machine in the center. Guarding the door, there were two armored monkey-like creatures, but they were talking to each other, so they didn't notice Isaac at first. While Isaac was passing through the machine, he stopped to see a tiny mouse-like creature crying. Looking around, he noticed that each screen over each corridor said something different. While most were pointing to a specific corridor with something like "Go to Battlezone E1" or something, a few of them said "Atention Elite Guards - Follow to your specific destination: Number One - Pallet Town; Number Two - Training Arena; etc.". Isaac also saw something coming from the corridor he came from - Oh crap. Maggy is in the room! Better go get my treasure and go away!
Once facing the Guards, they finally noted Isaac. They got their weapons, two huge clubs of metal, but then they stopped, and opened the door. Inside there was an yellow monster floating while he had his legs crossed. He hold something in his hands, but as he was with his back facing at Isaac, he couldn't see what it was. There was the sound of many keyboards being typed at the same time, and they indeed were, albeit no one was touching them, that is, the room was full of computers and keyboards, with a table full of objects in the center. The Guards got inside the room and closed the door. And the Yellow Monster spoke, with his mind: You must be one of those who came from another universe. I'm aware of you. - He turned his face to Isaac, whom now could see both spoons he held in his hands, asides from a huge 'X' in his forehead - Don't think you can beat me. I'm a scientist, but I'm one of Mewtwo's greatest warriors. He stopped as if something was wrong. Then, the door opened itself, and Maggy appeared in front of it, - Oh no. Maggy is here. - together with the Turtle and the yellow mice. As I was saying. Don't try to make my work last longer, and just give up already. I could already have killed you, but instead I offer you the option of surrendering. You may be useful at my researches. You see - A book starts floating from the table and stops right in front of him - I've been provided with weapons from many universes to study and improve them. I believe if I had a living test subject from another universe, it would help on my work.
Isaac finally recognized the book. Its blood-red 'A' in the cover, and the white color. It was the [url-http://bindingofisaac.wikia.com/wiki/Anarchist_Cookbook]Arnachist Cookbook[/url]. And Isaac didn't really pay attention to what the monster said after seeing the book. He was thinking how he could get it. Once the creature stopped talking, Isaac started to attack him. The creature easily blocked the attacks with a green shield. He lifted Isaac in the air. "Put me in the ground and gimme the book, you monster!"
Any try of stopping me is futile. I didn't want to do this, but it seems I'll have to use a dead test subject from another universe.
A rainbow glow appeared on the monsters forehead and it became a beam that hit Isaac. It hurt Isaac not in a physical way, but it did harm him. Isaac was almost fainting, when something happened.
The Earth shaked. The trumpets of heaven were blown. The harbingers appeared in the sky. The mountains tore to pieces. The lakes dryed to nothingness. The ground opened in rifts, from which burning brimstone spurted, blazing with the flames from the deepest part of Tartarus.
NO! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! WHAT IS HAPPENING‽‽‽‽ The monster said, and everyone was thrown in the ground. The computers stopped working, and the book fell on the ground. Isaac caught it on the fall, and quickly used it. Bombs started appearing all over the room, and Isaac started to run away. "NO! NOOOOOOO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" The monster proclaimed, as he created a shield around him. But he accidentally locked himself up with some bombs - "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
The explosion was huge. Isaac, Maggy, the Turtle and the Mice were thrown away. A sea of blood and debris covered the larger room. The doors were destroyed, and so was everything in the room. Isaac put the book in his bag, and stood up. He had a few injuries, but was still ok. He searched the wreckage and only found one of the spoons that the monster held, bent by the explosion, althought this one looked a bit different from the ones he had found before. He also put it in his bag. Then he turned to the Maggy and the others. Maggy suddenly became a blot of pink goo, then she threw a Skeleton Key at him. But suddenly Isaac wasn't there anymore... AAAAAAAAHHHH!-Skeleton Keys don't work this way!
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D: Is everyone okay?
S: Y-yes.
Pichu: I-I am.
D: What just happened?
S: I think he just beat Alakazam. That kid has the guts.
D: He's from another dimesion after all. And I must be thankful I didn't fight him. He managed to beat someone Alakazam and his guards, who are stronger than me. Actually, the Primeapes didn't even do anything.
S: *gulp*
D: And yet, look at him. A heroe would spit on death's face, but he would be face to face with Satan himself. But he would only cry at his face. He's just a child after all.
P: What is this red goo all around?
S: Nothing, sweetie.
P: Will you help me find mommy and daddy? You said you would...
S: Yes, we will.
D: Oh damnit. He's looking at us. What do I do?
S: Send him away!
D: How?
S: Give him the key.
D: But...
S: Give him the damned key!
The warrior stopped for a second. In one hand, he didn't want to fight the boy, at risk of losing. On the other, Mewtwo's rage would be worse. He turned back to his normal self and picked the golden key he was helding. He decided then, to give it to the boy. Ditto threw it at him, and turned behind.
D: Let's go! Let's run from Mewtwo's fury!
P: And find mommy and daddy!
S: O-of course, sweetie...
She looked behind. Oh Isaac. It's just you. You scared me. I thought you were a new monster called "Ditto" or something.
"Monster? Am I a monster? Your MOTHER is a monster! How come you're not crazy?" [Underlined means 'translated from whatever language it is']
"Isaac, stop fooling around. Why are you even wearing this silly wig and... Wait. This is my bow. Why are you wearing my bow? You better give me it right now or ELSE..."
"Yeah... You're definitively crazy. Now stay quiet while I kill you, ok?"
Isaac moved closer to Maggy. He moved his fist at her direction and... "ISAAC! YOU IDIOTIC COMMUNION WAFER!" She kicked him in his crotch with all her might. He crouched and then rolled to the corner, where he stood crying.
"Don't dare to lay your hands on me, pervert." And that said, Maggy slowly walked away from the room.
Maggy kept walking for some time. Althought most rooms were like the ones at her basement, all of them were empty. No monsters, no items. Nothing at all. Something must have happened. Better move faster. But as soon as she thought it, she heard a noise. Maggy started to get in corridors that took her closer to it. Finally, she got at a room with a big sign in the center of it. It was a map. Maggy studied the map a bit, and concluded that she was in a set of tunnels under the place where she was before. She decided to go to a room which was marked with yellow color - Cool! A treasure room! She also could understand what that noise was. It was the stepping sound and the roar of hundred of monsters marching. She had never heard so many monsters. But the noise got furter and further, even though she wasn't moving. And now she was hearing Isaac again, still yelling 'ditto'. Maggy went away from the room and started to follow the path she had made in her head.
After some walking, Maggy got to a large passageway. In the ground, she could see the footsteps of hundred of abominations. To her right, she could hear the growls of hundred of creatures. To her left, she could-BAM! A turtle-like creature hit her. It was wearing an armor, and it dropped a bag on the ground. It crawled away and kept trembling as it stared at Maggy. From the bag, four pair of items fell: orange bottles, yellow, green and red liquid in recipients. Maggy drank one of each, and discovered that she could put all of them at her "one-use item" slot, that the range Bottle healed her - I don't feel my leg hurt anymore! - and that the other three were useless right now. She got everything in the bag and put the Orange Bottle at her "one-use item" slot. This bag is heavy. I shoudnt have to carry it. Oh, I can punish Isaac by making him carry it for me!
This bag isn't actually heavy. But, well, if Maggy wants me to do so... At least the kick she gave me isn't hurting anymore. Isaac looked at the turtle. It was still, trembling, staring at Isaac. Its head was blue and... Someone was coming. Isaac could hear someone speaking "ditto" from the corridor he came from. Oh no, it must be Maggy! Gotta get running! And Isaac started moving to the treasure room, to the left in the huge tunnel he was in.
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Ditto: Hey girl. Did you see an weird boy passing through here?
Squirtle: Y-Yes. H-He went t-that way.
D: Okay... Uh... What are you doing here?
S: I-I as carrying some medical supplies when he hit m-me.
D: Ok, look, you better help me get him then...
S: W-W-Why?
D: Who knows what he will do to you when he discovers...
S: *gulp* O-Okay t-then.
Then, the Elite Guard and the Medic headed of into Isaac's direction.
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Isaac finally arrived at the room he was aiming to. It was a huge room, with many corridors, but only one door. Isaac could hear a low noise echoing through the cave. There were TV screens over each corridor, with exposed cables and many "Be careful with the cables" warning signs. There were also light bulbs and a strange machine in the center. Guarding the door, there were two armored monkey-like creatures, but they were talking to each other, so they didn't notice Isaac at first. While Isaac was passing through the machine, he stopped to see a tiny mouse-like creature crying. Looking around, he noticed that each screen over each corridor said something different. While most were pointing to a specific corridor with something like "Go to Battlezone E1" or something, a few of them said "Atention Elite Guards - Follow to your specific destination: Number One - Pallet Town; Number Two - Training Arena; etc.". Isaac also saw something coming from the corridor he came from - Oh crap. Maggy is in the room! Better go get my treasure and go away!
Once facing the Guards, they finally noted Isaac. They got their weapons, two huge clubs of metal, but then they stopped, and opened the door. Inside there was an yellow monster floating while he had his legs crossed. He hold something in his hands, but as he was with his back facing at Isaac, he couldn't see what it was. There was the sound of many keyboards being typed at the same time, and they indeed were, albeit no one was touching them, that is, the room was full of computers and keyboards, with a table full of objects in the center. The Guards got inside the room and closed the door. And the Yellow Monster spoke, with his mind: You must be one of those who came from another universe. I'm aware of you. - He turned his face to Isaac, whom now could see both spoons he held in his hands, asides from a huge 'X' in his forehead - Don't think you can beat me. I'm a scientist, but I'm one of Mewtwo's greatest warriors. He stopped as if something was wrong. Then, the door opened itself, and Maggy appeared in front of it, - Oh no. Maggy is here. - together with the Turtle and the yellow mice. As I was saying. Don't try to make my work last longer, and just give up already. I could already have killed you, but instead I offer you the option of surrendering. You may be useful at my researches. You see - A book starts floating from the table and stops right in front of him - I've been provided with weapons from many universes to study and improve them. I believe if I had a living test subject from another universe, it would help on my work.
Isaac finally recognized the book. Its blood-red 'A' in the cover, and the white color. It was the [url-http://bindingofisaac.wikia.com/wiki/Anarchist_Cookbook]Arnachist Cookbook[/url]. And Isaac didn't really pay attention to what the monster said after seeing the book. He was thinking how he could get it. Once the creature stopped talking, Isaac started to attack him. The creature easily blocked the attacks with a green shield. He lifted Isaac in the air. "Put me in the ground and gimme the book, you monster!"
Any try of stopping me is futile. I didn't want to do this, but it seems I'll have to use a dead test subject from another universe.
A rainbow glow appeared on the monsters forehead and it became a beam that hit Isaac. It hurt Isaac not in a physical way, but it did harm him. Isaac was almost fainting, when something happened.
The Earth shaked. The trumpets of heaven were blown. The harbingers appeared in the sky. The mountains tore to pieces. The lakes dryed to nothingness. The ground opened in rifts, from which burning brimstone spurted, blazing with the flames from the deepest part of Tartarus.
NO! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! WHAT IS HAPPENING‽‽‽‽ The monster said, and everyone was thrown in the ground. The computers stopped working, and the book fell on the ground. Isaac caught it on the fall, and quickly used it. Bombs started appearing all over the room, and Isaac started to run away. "NO! NOOOOOOO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" The monster proclaimed, as he created a shield around him. But he accidentally locked himself up with some bombs - "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
The explosion was huge. Isaac, Maggy, the Turtle and the Mice were thrown away. A sea of blood and debris covered the larger room. The doors were destroyed, and so was everything in the room. Isaac put the book in his bag, and stood up. He had a few injuries, but was still ok. He searched the wreckage and only found one of the spoons that the monster held, bent by the explosion, althought this one looked a bit different from the ones he had found before. He also put it in his bag. Then he turned to the Maggy and the others. Maggy suddenly became a blot of pink goo, then she threw a Skeleton Key at him. But suddenly Isaac wasn't there anymore... AAAAAAAAHHHH!-Skeleton Keys don't work this way!
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D: Is everyone okay?
S: Y-yes.
Pichu: I-I am.
D: What just happened?
S: I think he just beat Alakazam. That kid has the guts.
D: He's from another dimesion after all. And I must be thankful I didn't fight him. He managed to beat someone Alakazam and his guards, who are stronger than me. Actually, the Primeapes didn't even do anything.
S: *gulp*
D: And yet, look at him. A heroe would spit on death's face, but he would be face to face with Satan himself. But he would only cry at his face. He's just a child after all.
P: What is this red goo all around?
S: Nothing, sweetie.
P: Will you help me find mommy and daddy? You said you would...
S: Yes, we will.
D: Oh damnit. He's looking at us. What do I do?
S: Send him away!
D: How?
S: Give him the key.
D: But...
S: Give him the damned key!
The warrior stopped for a second. In one hand, he didn't want to fight the boy, at risk of losing. On the other, Mewtwo's rage would be worse. He turned back to his normal self and picked the golden key he was helding. He decided then, to give it to the boy. Ditto threw it at him, and turned behind.
D: Let's go! Let's run from Mewtwo's fury!
P: And find mommy and daddy!
S: O-of course, sweetie...
Dolphins are some of the smartest animals, yes, but by human standards… Let's say you should praise the god that forces them to stay handless and underwater.
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Victin - Joined: Sat Sep 29, 2012 12:17 pm
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Re: RPG
by Lordxana0 on Wed Nov 07, 2012 10:30 pm
The hero's were once again taken from their places and put in front of a gate to a massive castle. All except for one, the Crimson Lord was nowhere to be seen. Each of the keys glowed and lifted out of their owners grasp and were placed into the holes necessary for opening it. Which was strange as seeing that one of their number was missing but they still had the correct number of keys. But all the same the gate seemed to swing inward opening the passageway for them. Behind them the battle between human and pokemon continued to be fought. Blood soaked the ground in crimson and both sides seemed to be running out of soldiers to continue the fight.
ENOUGH this thought bashed against the brains of everyone outside of the castle. The ground began to shake and rumble with a vengeance and a large chunk of it was ripped out creating a floating platform high above the battle. The castle glowed red with energy for a second before exploding. Out of the wreckage of the once great building stepped a being that radiated with power.
How dare you fools try to overthrow me, the Lord of all Pokemon A black aura surrounded the super powerful psychic and the aura seemed to invite the introduction of bloodshed. How dare you believe that you are worthy of even looking upon my perfec-
But MewTwo's boast was cut short with a gleam of metal, a burst of flame, and a blur of black. Though there had been no trace of his presence moments before, save the mysteriously appearing key, the Crimson Lord seemed to fade into existence behind the self proclaimed Lord of the Pokemon, blades already drawn and lit with his flames. Not even the high powered psychic had seen the attack coming, as evidenced by the look of shock on his face.
Though MewTwo spun towards his attacker, it was far two slow, and Sabrac's blades flashed downward in a flaming X, burning through the air with a brilliant light and...
...slamming into the barrier MewTwo had erected in preparation for the battle. The previously invisible wall was wreathed in flames as the strike connected. The shield seemed to buckle at the point of impact, and for a moment, almost seemed as though it would break. However, the tables were turned as, with an overwhelming force, a shock-wave burst from the shield as it reformed, snuffing out the flames and sending the assassin stumbling backwards. A surge of energy filled the air, but it wasn't apparent at first glance what had happened.
Sabrac paused suddenly, frozen in the middle of his backwards step. "What?" The Crimson Lord's voice echoed in mild surprise, however, he still did not move. "Paralysis...How unpleasant." His gleaming eyes slowly shrunk into tiny slits of light, the equivalent of closed eyes for a human.
MewTwo walked towards him, raising an arm. "Did you really think I wouldn't plan for you? That I haven't watched you? Please, you are a fool and I am a God." Sabrac didn't deign to respond to this comment verbally. Instead, a wave of power many times greater than that which bound him in place filled the air as, with a growl of exertion, madder red fire tore into existence all around Sabrac, creating an ever growing aura. His arms began to slowly begin to move to bring his swords up to slash again, straining against the spell. That was when his torso exploded.
Sabrac's eyes widened in shock as the center of his body simply vanished. The ever growing cloud of fire was obliterated as if it had never been, only a few token sparks remaining. Then, with a flick of his arm, MewTwo hurled the body off the edge of the flying ruins. "What a waste of my time." He turned to look at the remaining people. Oh thats right, you exist, take care of them would you? With a wave of his hand four black portals opened and out of them came four massive birds.
The first was a bird whose very presence seemed to freeze the air in the water around it.
The second seemed to burn the air around it. It let loose a massive blast of air from its maw.
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The third had lightning crackle around it and its roar was like the sound of thunder.
And the final bird roared with a fury akin to the sound of a hurricane over the ocean. It glowed bright blue with power.
Gaze upon your doom. The four great birds that have been twisted to my will, now attack my beasts the mad pokemon rose into the air to watch the destruction.
(Okay guys four pokemon, team up as you will with whoever you want, post order is- Mimsy, Isla, Pixel, Shane, Xana, Finch, Victin, Sicon
Enemy Stats
Articuno- Fast flying and anything to do with ice, including creating it and control that which is already created
Moltres- Summoning fire and controlling it. Also flying
Zapdos- Anything to do with electricity
Lugia- power over all of the elements. He is all three birds in one.
Shared traits between the three- Massive power, huge creatures, super fast flight.
Mewtwo- Basicly godlike, don't bother fighting him until the three birds are out of the way, when the proper fight against him begins I will give real stats
Oh by the by make sure you take a few hits to make the fight look real, you guys have been fighting massive battles for a while now, your characters are probably near the edge here. First come first serve on the birds guys. Play by post and all.)
ENOUGH this thought bashed against the brains of everyone outside of the castle. The ground began to shake and rumble with a vengeance and a large chunk of it was ripped out creating a floating platform high above the battle. The castle glowed red with energy for a second before exploding. Out of the wreckage of the once great building stepped a being that radiated with power.
How dare you fools try to overthrow me, the Lord of all Pokemon A black aura surrounded the super powerful psychic and the aura seemed to invite the introduction of bloodshed. How dare you believe that you are worthy of even looking upon my perfec-
But MewTwo's boast was cut short with a gleam of metal, a burst of flame, and a blur of black. Though there had been no trace of his presence moments before, save the mysteriously appearing key, the Crimson Lord seemed to fade into existence behind the self proclaimed Lord of the Pokemon, blades already drawn and lit with his flames. Not even the high powered psychic had seen the attack coming, as evidenced by the look of shock on his face.
Though MewTwo spun towards his attacker, it was far two slow, and Sabrac's blades flashed downward in a flaming X, burning through the air with a brilliant light and...
...slamming into the barrier MewTwo had erected in preparation for the battle. The previously invisible wall was wreathed in flames as the strike connected. The shield seemed to buckle at the point of impact, and for a moment, almost seemed as though it would break. However, the tables were turned as, with an overwhelming force, a shock-wave burst from the shield as it reformed, snuffing out the flames and sending the assassin stumbling backwards. A surge of energy filled the air, but it wasn't apparent at first glance what had happened.
Sabrac paused suddenly, frozen in the middle of his backwards step. "What?" The Crimson Lord's voice echoed in mild surprise, however, he still did not move. "Paralysis...How unpleasant." His gleaming eyes slowly shrunk into tiny slits of light, the equivalent of closed eyes for a human.
MewTwo walked towards him, raising an arm. "Did you really think I wouldn't plan for you? That I haven't watched you? Please, you are a fool and I am a God." Sabrac didn't deign to respond to this comment verbally. Instead, a wave of power many times greater than that which bound him in place filled the air as, with a growl of exertion, madder red fire tore into existence all around Sabrac, creating an ever growing aura. His arms began to slowly begin to move to bring his swords up to slash again, straining against the spell. That was when his torso exploded.
Sabrac's eyes widened in shock as the center of his body simply vanished. The ever growing cloud of fire was obliterated as if it had never been, only a few token sparks remaining. Then, with a flick of his arm, MewTwo hurled the body off the edge of the flying ruins. "What a waste of my time." He turned to look at the remaining people. Oh thats right, you exist, take care of them would you? With a wave of his hand four black portals opened and out of them came four massive birds.
The first was a bird whose very presence seemed to freeze the air in the water around it.
The second seemed to burn the air around it. It let loose a massive blast of air from its maw.
'
The third had lightning crackle around it and its roar was like the sound of thunder.
And the final bird roared with a fury akin to the sound of a hurricane over the ocean. It glowed bright blue with power.
Gaze upon your doom. The four great birds that have been twisted to my will, now attack my beasts the mad pokemon rose into the air to watch the destruction.
(Okay guys four pokemon, team up as you will with whoever you want, post order is- Mimsy, Isla, Pixel, Shane, Xana, Finch, Victin, Sicon
Enemy Stats
Articuno- Fast flying and anything to do with ice, including creating it and control that which is already created
Moltres- Summoning fire and controlling it. Also flying
Zapdos- Anything to do with electricity
Lugia- power over all of the elements. He is all three birds in one.
Shared traits between the three- Massive power, huge creatures, super fast flight.
Mewtwo- Basicly godlike, don't bother fighting him until the three birds are out of the way, when the proper fight against him begins I will give real stats
Oh by the by make sure you take a few hits to make the fight look real, you guys have been fighting massive battles for a while now, your characters are probably near the edge here. First come first serve on the birds guys. Play by post and all.)
Last edited by Lordxana0 on Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:38 pm, edited 3 times in total.
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Lordxana0 - Joined: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:36 pm
- Location: Long Beach
Re: RPG
by AMimsyBorogove on Thu Nov 08, 2012 7:17 pm
(Whee! Finally done! Here's another epic battle scene for you all. I hope you enjoy it! =D Sorry about the size of some of the images. Like last time, I couldn't find them, at times, in more reasonable sizes. Still, it's nothing too obnoxious, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem. Anyway, here you all go: an epic dogfight, with a nice little bit of ominousness at the end. =D)
BGM: Hellfire Mantle
By the time the Black Magician finally made it back to the others, it seemed that they had all completed their various battles. Marisa wasn't surprised. Her own fight had been an uphill struggle from beginning to end, and her preparations for victory had taken quite some time, without even taking into consideration the duration of the conflict itself, which was quite considerable, even on its own. Still, she had returned, battered but unbeaten, and practically glowing with leftover power from the Ritual Space she had used to achieve her victory. That, at least, was fortunate, since it gave her enough energy to mostly seal her wounds, with power left to spare for the final boss waiting for them.
"Yo, everyone!" She called energetically, giving a triumphant grin as she hovered down amongst them, still seated casually atop her broom. "Sorry I'm late. That faker gave me a little trouble, but I sure showed her." Showed her was, perhaps, an understatement many of them would swiftly pick up on, considering the fact that Marisa's Final Master Spark had covered the entire sky for miles, and had doubtless been seen by all of them. Still, she was, perhaps, the supreme master of overkill, so that might not have come as a real surprise to any of them.
As the gate opened before them, Marisa couldn't help but note the absence of a certain aloof, flaming assassin from their number. And yet, his key - apparently, everyone had one, although she wasn't sure when or where she'd gotten hers. It seemed she'd gotten so good at stealing things she could do so without even herself noticing. Success! - was still present. Still, the Witch was no fool. Having seen his concealment technique - and, of course, stolen it for her own usage - once before, she had a feeling she knew exactly where and how he was hiding, even if she couldn't even sense a trace of the pseudo ritual space he converted his energy into, due to its flawless distribution.
Just then, however, something occurred that snapped the Witch to attention, for as the doors opened before them, the ground beneath their feet was abruptly wrenched upward from the ground and hoisted into the air, and the castle before them began to shatter and crumble into dust. And, as the castle rose ever higher into the air, a single, black-clad shape strode forth from its rubble, its presence a voice that roared out its boastful words in the Witch's very mind - that is, until the familiar shape of the assassin appeared suddenly and attempted an attack, locking his blades with an unseen barrier around the overlord's person. But even he, it seemed, could not overcome this shield, for he was pushed back, locked in place, and eliminated, cast down from the heights upon which their target stood.
Okay, Marisa didn't think for a second that he was really even warming up yet, but still, seeing that ridiculously powerful... fire... person.... thing.... - Seriously, what was he, anyway? A fire that burned so long it became a Youkai? A Youkai that lived so long after that point that it gained the world-shattering powers the assassin had displayed before? Even Marisa had no clue, and that was unusual, to say the least - unable to cut something meant that it had to be at least pretty tough. She made a note to fire only her most powerful lasers at the thing, and quickly manifested an Orrieres Solar System to give her a little more firepower. But just as she was rising from the ground and preparing to attack the target, the creature called up even more of its seemingly endless supply of minions, releasing three gigantic elemental birds and directing them to attack. One looked to be a Raijuu of some sort, while another seemed like a Hell Raven or Phoenix. The last one didn't seem much like any Youkai Marisa had yet encountered, but it seemed like it had ice powers of some sort, something she had more than enough experience dealing with. As each let out a tremendous roar, their power building up to a fever pitch, Marisa gazed upward with slight annoyance.
"Oh, come on! Really?! You're really summoning more cannon fodder to annoy us instead of fighting yourself? It was bad enough when the villain's main servant would never stop attacking me no matter how many times I blew them up - 'Stop, or the young mistress will kill you before you know it!' and all that - but this is just stupid! If you're not going to fight us, then you could at least have the decency to just explode and stop wasting my-" The Witch got no further, for at that instant, a raging storm of flames tore through the air all around her, forcing her to dart aside only heartbeats before the barrage would have connected. Glancing up, she quickly found the source of these flames: the gigantic, blazing bird, which now let out a cry and, sweeping its wings back, rapidly dived toward her.
"Oh, that's it. Fine, then. I'll play your stupid game, and crush this oversized chicken first!" Marisa roared, shooting upward to evade the bird as it passed below, quickly angling its nose toward the sky and turning to follow her. "Come on!" She jeered. "Come and get me!"
BGM: Solar Sect of Mystic Wisdom ~ Nuclear Fusion
With an earth-shaking roar, a typhoon of flames erupted from below as the beast gave a powerful flap of its wings, releasing countless flaming “feathers” to harry its target as she continued to flee, darting upward just ahead of the cascade as it exploded beneath her, before swerving to evade another barrage that was a little better aimed. Leveling out, she brought herself around, and immediately took aim, bringing the four Orrieres orbs to bear as she retaliated, letting loose a cascade of starfire which met the oncoming hail of feathers in a mutual shower of destruction, blue magic clashing with the red hellfire of the twisted raven as it, too, leveled out, then streaked straight for its adversary with astonishing speed, searing flames tearing forth from its opened maw as it gave a tremendous roar.
The Witch swiftly repositioned her Orrieres orbs to serve as thrusters, and then strafed to the right, before abruptly streaking upward to avoid the beast's extended wing as it passed below. Flipping her broom over using her rear thrusters, she brought the Hakkero to bear, flaring its power in an instant as she prepared to fire her favorite attack.
“Love Sign: Master-” Her words were cut off by a sudden snapping of flames as, abruptly, the fire lining the bird's massive wing streaked upward in a single stream, forcing the Witch to turn her broom's loop over the enemy's head into a frantic roll to escape the incoming counterattack, righting herself and standing atop her broom as she, undeterred, once more attempted to fire.
“SPARK!” She finished, taking aim and releasing at point blank a formidable storm of the fabulous multicolored energy that was her trademark, the beam rapidly widening from a single point of absolute light in her hand to a vast cascade that streaked across the sky, striking the foe directly and going on to level several towers of the already crumbling castle beyond the bird. But, to the Witch's amazement, the beast did not disappear into the radiance that had engulfed it. Rather, its flames never even dimmed as it spread its wings before it, opened its maw, and held fast directly in the beam's path! What energy was not broken and scattered to either side of the monster by its gigantic, burning wings was sucked into its throat and devoured, turned to flames by the bird's overwhelming power. The Witch let out a cry of astonishment and frustration. True, that had just been a normal Spark, but still, to have it countered so easily, and in such a fashion... She'd never heard of an enemy who was capable of grazing such a destructive attack to such effect, and with such ease! Still, there was no time to muse over such things, for as the light of the Black Magician's own spell flickered out, the light of the bird's flames climbed ever-higher as it gave a raucous caw and began its assault anew, releasing showers of flames from its wings interspersed with vast, searing torrents from its gaping maw.
The Witch immediately began to distance herself, firing all four orbs to send herself streaking backward, then beginning to fire them one at a time in quick succession to dart and roll between the feathers flying all around her, doing her best to graze, if not escape, the vast storm that was beginning to engulf her. But, she was not the only one who had now begun to move, for as she watched, the great avian lord spread its wings and began to dart through the air, circling around the fleeing Witch at speeds too fast to be followed, a mantle of hellfire trailing behind it as its feathers showered down from all sides, accompanied by the vast spheres of flame it threw towards its target. Its feathers rotated in one direction, along with five of the ten orbs it now directed to bombard her, but the other five suns it had created were orbiting in the opposite direction, creating a vast network of blasts from all sides, each seeming to move differently than the others. All the while, the beast kept up its hectic flight, showering in feathers from above and below and keeping Marisa trapped at the very center of this microcosmic solar system, creating a twisted mockery of a danmaku arena's Bounded Field.
Marisa's eyes widened in surprise. That creature that had spoken in her mind before... had it read her thoughts and directed her enemy to do this?! This attack pattern was one she already knew quite well, for she'd faced it once before during her battle with a certain other flame-wielding Raven, a legendary bird who had devoured the Sun God Yatagarasu and acquired his power. That battle at the center of the burning ruins of the ancient Hell was now being replayed by this creature the Witch now fought, for the Spellcard this creature was using was none other than Blazing Star ~ Ten Evil Stars, supported by the attack pattern Shooting Star!
Frantically, the Witch wove left, then right, forward and then back, up and then down, blasts raining down around her from all sides as the beast redoubled its attack, increasing the rate of fire and the velocity of the blasts until from the outside it would look more like a single, continuous explosion rather than a rotating field of flames. Invisible was the Witch who, at its center, still desperately darted to and fro amidst the spiraling field of stars, only barely managing to avoid being killed outright as between the blinding radiance of the burning flames, countless tiny feathers rained down upon her, cutting like blades as she grazed them, unable to entirely dodge as countless tiny gashes began to appear across her extremities, faint trickles of blood beginning to stain her ash-covered clothes.
And yet, despite the unbelievable speed at which the stars moved, they still continued to accelerate, streaking through the enclosed space at ever faster speeds until at last, they became simply impossible to escape. One closed in from the left, another came hurtling in from the right, and between them was an impassible wall of burning feathers, while a shower from above, behind, and below kept Marisa from escaping in any of those directions either. Desperately now, as the area around her became engulfed by flames, Marisa broke off the azure Orrieres orb, and fired it at one of the incoming stars. The two collided, and the orb began to expand and shift, becoming a vast blue star to match the crimson hellfire of the bird's power. The shock of the explosion was tremendous, sending the beast's fire scattering in all directions, creating a momentary opening through which Marisa swiftly darted, rising ever higher as the fire beneath her exploded in a multicolored array of power.
But just as she cleared the trap, a sudden blast of air shook the heavens, followed by a roar of sound, and Marisa turned her eyes upward just in time to see her enemy descending like a supersonic comet, wreathed in the flames of an unnatural power, its maw wide to clamp down upon its target. In an instant, the Witch had dismounted her broom, and raising it above her, empowered it with all three of the orbs left at her disposal, forming a blade just in time to lock with the incoming adversary, its flaming beak meeting the flaming sword of apocalypse the Witch now held.
“Replica of Forbidden Sword ~ Laevateinn!” She chanted, the burning blade flaming up in her hands as, with all her might, she held back the beast above her, even as it bore down upon her with all of its power. Azure fire streaked upward into the heavens, while the crimson flames of the avian devil licked the earth below. At first, it seemed as though the beast's attack had been blocked, but a moment later, Marisa felt a vast surge of power slowly gathering from below, and, glancing back, saw what she had feared.
The vast field of stars beneath her had now become two gigantic spheres, which rose like twin suns into the air and streaked towards her from below, closing in from both sides. At once, she sprung into action, trying to escape the three-pronged assault before it was too late, and, pushing off of the beast above her with all her strength, used its own force to send herself catapulting downward, releasing another Orrieres orb as she did so and exploding it directly in the beast's face, sending it hurtling upward and into the air. Then, rotating in mid air, Marisa raised her broom, and brought her sword to bear, extending its blade until it must have stretched ever outward for over a mile as, for a split second, she brought herself about with all the strength she could muster and dealt a single slash to the oncoming suns, releasing the blade's full power in a single attack. The heavens screamed as flames scattered in every direction, whirlpools of magic clashing as starfire met the heat of an unholy sun, each destroying and being destroyed in its turn as light of every hue imaginable shone forth across the burning, darkened sky.
And then, from the midst of this explosion, two shapes emerged. The Witch streaked forth atop her broom, while from the peak of the blast appeared the silhouette of the vast bird, which spread its wings and gave an angry cry, the energy of the Orrieres explosion still flickering around its beak as it at last subsided. Marisa couldn't see any damage from the attack, but it had to have hurt, at the very least.
BGM: Solar Sect of Mystic Wisdom ~ Nuclear Fusion (Seeing a pattern here?)
Still, this was bad. She'd tried a Spark, and had even released the full, untapped power of a fully prepared ritual orb directly into the beast's head, and still it didn't seem to be showing any signs of being scratched! On the other hand, it was casually throwing around attacks on the level of a god, and didn't seem to be tired in the least. In fact, it was probably stronger now that it had been at the very first thanks to that Spark it had eaten! Marisa, on the other hand, while she still had plenty of power left from the Ritual Space she had used to nuke the faker earlier, couldn't afford to break out anything big enough to actually kill the blasted bird without risking being too weak to actually take out the final enemy - that Mewtwo thing. But at the same time, she also had to kill this minion quickly, or else she'd sustain too many injuries to fight anyway! Already, she was beginning to feel the effects of the countless blows she had grazed for power, and even though her energy was currently surging to unnaturally high levels, she was already beginning to feel sore and weak. She didn't know how long she could keep this sort of a battle up. Mentally, the Witch cursed herself for getting so used to fighting based on the Spellcard System. In those battles, one never had to worry about actually sustaining injuries, so grazing was a perfectly safe and, and fact, strategically critical means of boosting one's power in the midst of a battle. But in this world, no such rules applied. Get too close to a bullet to siphon its power, and it would still hit you, which meant even if her magic was now even stronger than usual, her body was far weaker than it normally would be. And, concentrating as she was on maintaining her body, powerful offensive spells would be rather... difficult... to manage.
Still, if there was one saying the Witch lived by, it was “Never surrender,” and even in a situation like this, she would just have to find a way out, like always. The question was... how? This creature didn't have any easily located or eliminated source of energy, like the faker, nor did it have a defined weak spot like the resilient knights the group had faced in the cave. She didn't even have someone else to run decoy for her while she mustered a powerful enough Spark to blow the thing away, like she had in the form of Alice during the battle with the familiar of the necromancer! How... how was she supposed to kill this thing? Even discounting the flames that kept her too busy to shoot, the bird was moving way too fast to target on the one hand, and seemed capable of simply eating anything she actually did manage to fire on the other!
But wait... that was it! Marisa had a feeling she had just uncovered the trick to defeating this adversary. Fine, then. If it wanted to suck up the attacks she fired at it to gain power, like she had grazed its own bullets to empower herself, then it would have to face the same dilemma as she did. She had a feeling it would be a lot easier to hit once she weakened its body a bit. And to do that...
In an instant, she had drawn forth one of her last magical potions from the pocket of her apron, and, opening its lid, began to murmur softly under her breath, chanting a spell as she slowly imbued the potion with power. Normally, the basic energy of the magic mushrooms she used in the creation of these explosives would be sufficient, but this time, Marisa had something special in mind. With a flare of multicolored starlight, the potion began to flash to life, a miniature typhoon of power kept at bay only by the enchanted flask which contained it. Then, Marisa closed its lid, and, affixing it to the front of her broomstick, she turned her gaze upward, and prepared her offensive.
The bird, however, seemed to have its own plans, for while she had prepared, it had done so also, a vast, second sun now shining forth from the creature's beak as it cawed triumphantly over the darkened sky. Then, it clenched its beak, and crushed the sun like it was swatting a fly.
In an instant, a storm of light shone forth, countless miniature orbs of power streaking outward in all directions, like a burning flower blossoming across the night sky. Marisa grinned. Another attack she was familiar with, huh? That Mewtwo guy sure was confident in his little pet... He should have realized how foolish it was to challenge her in a field where she already had considerable experience!
Flaring the thrusters of her broom, the Witch streaked upward like a rocket, darting between the columns of descending hellfire that screamed and crackled all around her, a single bolt of color darting through a void of absolute white. As countless explosions rang out from below, the flames spreading across the ground – Marisa just hoped her allies down there who couldn't fly were good enough at dodging to handle the collateral damage, as she currently had no means of preventing it – the Witch cut like a blade through the shower of light, drawing ever closer to the Raven as it redoubled its efforts, launching several of its feathers downward along with the storm of miniature suns. Yet still the Witch came on, moving at breakneck speeds as she flawlessly wove her way straight to the heart of the complex pattern of flames. For a moment, it seemed as though she would fly straight into the beast's open maw, yet at the last minute, giving her broom one final push, she leaped upward, flipping backwards into the air as the broom, and the deadly payload it carried on its head, crashed directly into the bird's open mouth.
The Raven let out a raucous cry as, with a flare of rainbow-colored starlight, a sudden explosion resounded from inside it as it tried to convert the power it had just consumed, only to have this unseal the now ridiculously empowered explosive potion, causing an abrupt surge of hostile energy from directly inside its body. With a cry, it began to fall backward, the broomstick bursting forth from its jaws as the flames surrounding it warped and shifted, suddenly taking on countless different colors and collapsing upon the beast. For a moment, it seemed like the creature was beaten, as it gave a pitiful cry as its own flames turned upon it and began to ravage its falling body in a flurry of starlight. And yet, the next moment, this abruptly reversed yet again, a surge of crimson scattering forth from its open beak and batting away the rainbow starlight like a typhoon washing away some child's sandcastle. As the Witch completed her flip, calling the broom to herself and landing atop it as she watched her foe's sudden recovery with slight surprise. True, this thing was obviously tough... but even that attack hadn't fazed it? That had been the very strongest potion she could possibly have made, detonated inside her target along with a surge of power on the level of a Master Spark! And yet, her enemy had only been stunned for a moment! The way things were going, Marisa realized that she'd soon have no choice but to break out her most powerful spells and disintegrate the thing, because from the way things seemed now, anything short of that was going to be ineffective.
Still, the Ritual Space within the potion still affixed to the head of her broom had some power left in it, judging by the stars trailing from within the gleaming flask. As she seated herself and gave a confident smirk, she mustered this power, drawing it forth in a radiant mantle of starlight.
“You know, this is starting to get really irritating. Fine, then, if you won't explode the easy way, then we'll do things the hard way!” Marisa called across at the bird, the flames of which were still weak as it recovered from its momentary incapacitation. Marisa grinned, and, extending her hand, formed up the vast phalanx of stars now surrounding her, charging up an even more formidable spell as she released the full power of the Ritual Space she had prepared within the potion, a legion of stars as vast and innumerable as those in the sky amidst which the two rivals flew now assembling around their master, then launching forward with the force of the heavens themselves falling down.
“Black Magic ~ Event Horizon!”
In an instant, a cascade of multicolored light burst forth from the heavens, scattering the clouds of smoke and ash generated by the beast's flames, snuffing out those very flames themselves in an instant as the once-powerful hellfire of the Raven was overwhelmed by the starlight of the Black Magician. An explosion of color completely engulfed the creature, and its silhouette faded from view completely, entirely consumed by the magic around it. The Witch was no longer using only mid-level attacks, and instead had now raised her strength to the level necessary to obliterate even a target such as this. The bird screamed, and then was silent, whatever dying cries it might have mustered drowned out by the roar of the colossal explosion.
“Heh,” Marisa said with a grin, watching as her rather persistent enemy was finally defeated. “Now that that's done, maybe we can finally get to-”
BGM: MADNESS IMAGER
With a flash of light, the impossible happened, and the roaring shower of starlight abruptly shattered, a storm of crimson flames taking its place as from the midst of the inferno tore forth a single torrent of hellfire, reaching forth like a massive hand that dwarfed even Marisa's Master Spark in sheer size. The Witch let out a cry of abject astonishment as the beam, far too large to be dodged, came on almost too fast to block. Frantically, she raised her broom before her, and fired off a laser blast of her own to match the oncoming assault. The two attacks clashed with tremendous force, breaking apart the last ruins of the castle that remained below as the Witch began to be pushed backward across the sky, retreating as fast as she could before the raging inferno that overcame and swallowed up even the power she poured forth to defend against it. Desperate, now, she poured even more strength into the attempt, casting an Orrieres Solar System and erecting as many Bounded Fields as she could in the path of the seemingly unstoppable blaze of flame. In an instant, countless arcane glyphs and circles sprung into existence, like a seven-petaled violet flower blooming forth across the sky, catching the weight of the flames and holding against it, a gigantic shockwave spreading across the battlefield as the scarlet shower of hellfire and the violet haze of magic starlight rose endlessly into the heavens.
With a roar, the Raven rose from amidst the blaze, its wings spread wide as a vast storm of continuous fire sprung froth endlessly from its gaping maw. The Witch, too, flared her power, her shield buckling but holding as with a crash, the flames pushed forward, breaking apart like first layer of the Bounded Field, a single petal of the flower shattering like glass as the flames only towered higher. With a groan of exertion, the Witch began to be pushed back under the weight of the blaze, her shield bending backward as the insurmountable wave of fire grew ever larger with each passing second. Her eyes widened in surprise as, one by one, the second, third, and fourth layers of her shield each gave way in turn, the blossoming grid of magic that had once protected her slowly breaking down like a flower whose petals were being plucked one by one. The formerly seven-petaled flower in the sky now had but three solitary branches, each of which were already beginning to cave as the Raven slowly forced its way forward.
Crack.
“I... I don't believe it...” The Witch murmured, watching in surprise and slowly dawning fear as her shield began to collapse.
Crack!
“He couldn't have... That attack was... How did he?!”
Crack!
“He absorbed that attack, too?!”
With a crash, the last three petals of the seemingly-impregnable shield collapsed in on themselves, launching their master backward in a last attempt to save her, and in a flash of crimson light, the Witch was nearly consumed, struck with immeasurable force and sent careening towards the ground, a falling star, wreathed in the smoke and flames of the adversary that had smitten her to the Earth far, far below.
Surging her power to fight off the flames, Marisa spun helplessly in the air, trying to right herself atop her broom once again, but finding it impossible to do so due to the winds and fire that now buffeted her. By the time she finally managed to stop the endless spinning, she had fallen at least a mile, while her enemy circled overhead like a bird of prey, crying its victory to the skies.
Marisa groaned. Her body hurt from head to toe, and even though she'd just grazed an attack of that calibur – okay, maybe “barely prevented herself from being killed by” was a more fitting description – she had used so much energy defending herself that expending any more power would definitely make it impossible for her to continue fighting after the battle. Still, the way things were, she didn't feel she had much of a choice. As it was, she was already beginning to doubt whether this creature could even die. Even if she had broken out her most powerful lasers to start with, could she had defeated it? And even if she did so now, was it still possible to win? The Witch hated to admit it, but it was beginning to seem doubtful. With her allies isolated on the ground and unable to fly to assist her, the other two birds attacking them and keeping them pinned down, hoping for help was impossible. Then, did that mean she should head for cover and try to prepare some sort of means of defeating the enemy, as she had done in the battle against the faker? But what would happen if she did so? The bird would only move on to attack her comrades, or, even worse, would simply sense the amount of power she still had left and come after her on the ground, where she was least mobile! As it was, escape was already impossible, and victory was beginning to look that way, too. The Witch was growing dizzy, the constantly, burning pain wracking her body driving her mind into a hazy, empty state...
With a roar, the Raven located its prey, and Marisa slowly mustered her attention. No. She had begun this battle, and she was going to finish it. Even if it meant using up all of her available power, she would win, somehow. This beast was strong, but she couldn't get to thinking that it had an infinite amount of power. No matter how many attacks it had, that was still a finite number. If she could just survive its assault for a little while longer, it would have to weaken itself, spending its energy at this rate. At that time, it would be vulnerable, and she could finish it off. Yes, she just had to survive...
But that would prove harder than expected, for, with a roar, the beast spread its wings across the sky, the flames that surrounded them growing until they had covered the entire heavens. The area grew dark, darkness that was swiftly banished by the light of countless stars, as though the beast above her had become an entire galaxy that spanned the entire sky. Marisa watched, eyes wide with surprise and fear, as one by one, these stars began to wrench themselves from the firmament, and plummeted down toward the earth, a vastly expanded replica of another attack she had faced quite some time ago during her trip to the underground Hell.
“Explosion Sign ~ Peta Flare... But it's stronger this time, way, way stronger!” The Witch realized aloud, watching as the endless expanse of the night sky itself began to plunge and fall towards the earth, countless gigantic stars already dropping all around her, a shower of explosions on all sides forcing her to dive towards the ground, the Raven's ridiculous attack hounding her heels every step of the way.
Left, right, forward, back, and downward, always downward, the Witch fled from the force of the spellcard that now seemed like the end of days itself, the sky blanketed with flames and the earth burning for miles down below. The last remnants of the armies on the ground had already begun to scatter when the first fires had begun to fall, which was fortunate, for now the defending army, most of which had held its ground despite the flames dropping around it, was now almost entirely obliterated by friendly fire, while the attackers were forced to flee before a sea of hellfire, several of their number falling and being consumed by the endless inferno. The castle collapsed and tumbled to the ground, and those warriors fighting the other birds, even the others of the beasts themselves, might well have needed to take cover before the furious storm of blazing hail that now descended upon them.
But, at last, there was nowhere else to run. She had plunged downward until she found herself skirting across the burning ground, following the terrain as it erupted into flames behind her. There was simply no way to escape it, the countless orbs already coming quite close to consuming her. Another instant and they'd be on top of her, and already the ruins of the castle were rising up, an impassible, flame-covered wall rising in her way. At that moment, Marisa realized, to her horror, the full extent of her situation.
She was trapped.
There was only one path left to the Witch, now. With all routes of escape cut off, she could do but one thing: stand, and face this attack with the best defense she could muster. The flames striking the ground were only a few yards away now, and in another instant, they would be upon her. Swerving to a stop, she came about, raised the Mini-Hakkero, and chanted four words.
“Light Blast ~ Shoot the Moon!”
At that instant, two things happened. The flames reached their target, countless falling stars striking the Witch from all sides. But, at the same time, a barrage of golden light tore forth from the ground, streaking upward and striking the flames all around, as countless brightly gleaming stars took form all around their master. A gigantic explosion rocked the earth, and a pillar of clashing light and flames rose upward into the heavens.
BGM: Locked Girl ~ Mystical Chain
With a roar and a force that split the earth, flames and starlight scattered in all directions, ripping up gigantic shards of the fallen castle and casting them into the air before melting them entirely, sending molten rock and lava spiraling out through the air in a volcanic rain of ash, fire, and flames that slowly spread across the island. The stars in the sky slowly flickered out, and their source, the Raven, descended, circling downward to check its kill.
The area where the Witch had last been seen was, without a doubt, completely incinerated. The ground had either turned to lava, or solidified into glass. The pillars of the castle were now pillars of salt, and the earth below had been melted away in places, although it had inexplicably held against the apocalyptic force of the attack, a fact which was rather fortunate, since, had it not, it doubtless would have plunged every last one of the warriors now fighting their own battles down to the ground far, far below, where the flames yet lingered, burning the empty battlefield and feasting upon the corpses of the dead.
The Raven let out a victorious cry, and circled once, then twice, over the place where its defeated foe had disappeared into flames, not even a trace of the Witch's existence left over where she had been slain.
Or, at least, so it seemed, until a vast torrent of malevolent purple light, like a mockery of the Witch's usual starfire, came streaking up, striking the bird head on and sending it spiraling away, its flames sparking and sizzling as it tried to recover itself from the impossibly concentrated force of the pure magic that had just struck it, at least three times as powerful as the Master Spark it had eaten before, yet a thousand times as dense. But, as the Witch had not spoken, that attack that had sent the bird hurtling was not a spellcard, but rather a simple, solitary attack, the power of which could not compare to the force of an actual spell. And yet, despite this, it had done so much damage as to actually faze the implacable beast which, recovering itself, gazed with fear upon the ground as slowly, a black shape rose to its feet, evil purple fire blazing around it as the flames nearby defied the orders of the frightened Raven and shrank away as though terrified.
The Witch stood, her broom slung over her shoulder, and gazed up at the beast, an impossible level of power dancing around her as she slowly raised the Mini-Hakkero over her head, the fires and even the very light all around her slowly condensing on the single point that was the magical reactor she held.
“Did you really think...” She began, her voice a mere hiss much like the crackle of the flames that she was already beginning to consume. “I'd die so easily?” The bird only gave a frightful squeal in response, and began flapping its wings frantically, trying to distance itself from the Witch's unholy power despite the weakened nature of its body. But the Witch did nothing, and merely continued to draw forth energy from every last spark of fire, and from every last particle of light. Darkness spread around her upraised hand, and the hellfire around her paled as though a candle before the unnatural might of her tremendous magic, bending to her will as the heavens grew dark and the world grew cold.
“The Mini-Hakkero has the power to absorb forms of energy it comes into contact with. That's the wonder of it. And you... just gave me all the energy I could possibly want.” It wasn't clear who she was talking to now. Speaking to the bird would have been pointless. It was a mindless, speechless beast. But then one realized that there was a mind controlling it that could understand perfectly well what she was saying: its master, Mewtwo.
“That's right. Are you surprised? I just drained off the entire force of that attack, down to the very last scrap of energy your beast could muster. And now, I'm going to use it to destroy this stupid puppet of yours, and then you. I've sick and tired of all these stupid games, little pretend battles with your cannon fodder while you sit around like a smug, lazy ass!” Marisa called, casting aside her broomstick, and slowly leveling the Hakkero, pointing it straight at the Raven. The beast gave a cry, and began to flutter faster, like a hummingbird trying to fight the force of a tornado with the futile beating of its tiny wings.
“Let this be a lesson to you!” She cried. “Never underestimate an Ordinary Black Magician!” At once, the dark power surrounding her surged forth, flaring to life as all the light she had absorbed abruptly illuminated it. Every last inch of the island abruptly grew completely dark, the ground, the rubble, and the very air itself painted in the absolute shade of black. But one point of light shone out amidst this void: a single glyph of azure light, and the shining of a million stars as they converged on a single point, and then expanded outward.
“Star Sign...” Marisa began, and the light bent to her will, exploding forth in an instantaneous torrent of countless stars. The Raven, panicked now, desperately veered sideways, trying to force itself out of the way with all its strength. The stream of starlight had nearly reached it now, but with a last, frantic beating of its wings, it pulled just clear of the blast, scraping along the edge of the magical torrent, the mere brushing of the Witch's power against its flames enough to completely banish them, sending the Raven spiraling sideways. However, the beast had survived! It had escaped the Witch's intended finishing move, the stars hurtling impotently past and exploding brightly in the sky. As it righted itself, it gazed downward, trying to anticipate the next attack.
Only to realize, far too late, that the Witch was no longer there. At that same instant, with a flash of light, the Witch appeared directly above and behind the Raven. By the time it figured out that the attack its enemy had just launched was simply a diversion, there was no time left for it to defend itself, or even to react, for the Witch, having used her Last Word spell for a single instant to transport herself at the speed of light directly above her enemy, finished the spell she had begun to chant as she stood on the ground.
As the wreath of golden light around Marisa took shape, countless tiny stars joining to form a single orb of absolute radiance, she smirked. It wasn't like her at all to use a copied spell to end a fight like this, but, then again, it was somehow also rather fitting. Fitting, that is, that the enemy who had harried her with countless spellcards copied from Marisa's own memories, who had buried her beneath a rain of stars, should now meet its end at the hands of a spellcard Marisa herself had stolen, a single, magical sun that went far beyond even the nuclear power of the Hell Raven from the underground, whose attacks this second faker had been using. Yes... this grand magical sun, one of the mainstay techniques of her erstwhile rival the One-Week Wizard, was a fitting way to obliterate her target, after all. And, at the heart of this peerless, inescapable magical blast... there would be absolutely no way for the weakened Raven to survive, nor to consume the onmidirectional power that would tear it apart and banish its soul.
And so, Marisa spoke two words, and then, in a storm of light that shone across the sky like the coming of daybreak, the Witch completely and utterly annihilated her target.
“Royal...”
”FLARE!”
The explosion was tremendous. In a flash, the burning azure magic of the Witch's sun was released in its entirety upon the Raven, bearing down on it from all sides with a power that dwarfed its own. For not only was this sun made with the energy of the enemy's flames, but also with the power of every last particle of light, every last bit of heat that the Hakkero could possibly absorb, condensing the entire energy of the whole battlefield into that single, incomprehensible sphere of destruction which now expanded across the sky, crushing the Raven into dust and then scattering it on a shockwave far greater than even the force of the countless explosions the beast itself had mustered only a moment ago in a futile attempt to slay the Witch who had now, in turn, slain it.
But as the light spread across the sky, filling the twilight with the radiance of a second sun to replace the one that had set, the Witch wasted no time. In an instant, her broom was back in her hand, and she mounted it, preparing to take off and attack the enemy who now floated smugly over the battlefield. And yet, something deterred her. Perhaps it was the beasts attacking her comrades on the ground far below, or the ominous feeling left in the aftermath of her own victory as the Hakkero began to replenish itself, trying to make up for the energy she had just expended. After all, even if that energy hadn't come from her own main reserve, and she still had plenty of power left to fight, it would still be foolhardy to attack the very strongest enemy before she had time to prepare a few more spells for the engagement. Still, caution of this sort seemed unusual for the Witch, as though something was wrong.
But it was for neither of these reasons that the Witch ceased moving, and simply floated in the air, a chill even greater than that of the heat-sapped air running up her spine as her eyes widened in realization. No earthly sense could have given her the knowledge she had suddenly come to understand, nor could even the power of her vaunted magic tell her what she now knew. And yet, thinking back, she finally understood the battle that was about to occur... and the danger she was now in, simply by existing within even distant proximity of the center of the battlefield.
Her eyes wide with genuine fear, Marisa Kirisame was completely, deathly still.
BGM: Hellfire Mantle
By the time the Black Magician finally made it back to the others, it seemed that they had all completed their various battles. Marisa wasn't surprised. Her own fight had been an uphill struggle from beginning to end, and her preparations for victory had taken quite some time, without even taking into consideration the duration of the conflict itself, which was quite considerable, even on its own. Still, she had returned, battered but unbeaten, and practically glowing with leftover power from the Ritual Space she had used to achieve her victory. That, at least, was fortunate, since it gave her enough energy to mostly seal her wounds, with power left to spare for the final boss waiting for them.
"Yo, everyone!" She called energetically, giving a triumphant grin as she hovered down amongst them, still seated casually atop her broom. "Sorry I'm late. That faker gave me a little trouble, but I sure showed her." Showed her was, perhaps, an understatement many of them would swiftly pick up on, considering the fact that Marisa's Final Master Spark had covered the entire sky for miles, and had doubtless been seen by all of them. Still, she was, perhaps, the supreme master of overkill, so that might not have come as a real surprise to any of them.
As the gate opened before them, Marisa couldn't help but note the absence of a certain aloof, flaming assassin from their number. And yet, his key - apparently, everyone had one, although she wasn't sure when or where she'd gotten hers. It seemed she'd gotten so good at stealing things she could do so without even herself noticing. Success! - was still present. Still, the Witch was no fool. Having seen his concealment technique - and, of course, stolen it for her own usage - once before, she had a feeling she knew exactly where and how he was hiding, even if she couldn't even sense a trace of the pseudo ritual space he converted his energy into, due to its flawless distribution.
Just then, however, something occurred that snapped the Witch to attention, for as the doors opened before them, the ground beneath their feet was abruptly wrenched upward from the ground and hoisted into the air, and the castle before them began to shatter and crumble into dust. And, as the castle rose ever higher into the air, a single, black-clad shape strode forth from its rubble, its presence a voice that roared out its boastful words in the Witch's very mind - that is, until the familiar shape of the assassin appeared suddenly and attempted an attack, locking his blades with an unseen barrier around the overlord's person. But even he, it seemed, could not overcome this shield, for he was pushed back, locked in place, and eliminated, cast down from the heights upon which their target stood.
Okay, Marisa didn't think for a second that he was really even warming up yet, but still, seeing that ridiculously powerful... fire... person.... thing.... - Seriously, what was he, anyway? A fire that burned so long it became a Youkai? A Youkai that lived so long after that point that it gained the world-shattering powers the assassin had displayed before? Even Marisa had no clue, and that was unusual, to say the least - unable to cut something meant that it had to be at least pretty tough. She made a note to fire only her most powerful lasers at the thing, and quickly manifested an Orrieres Solar System to give her a little more firepower. But just as she was rising from the ground and preparing to attack the target, the creature called up even more of its seemingly endless supply of minions, releasing three gigantic elemental birds and directing them to attack. One looked to be a Raijuu of some sort, while another seemed like a Hell Raven or Phoenix. The last one didn't seem much like any Youkai Marisa had yet encountered, but it seemed like it had ice powers of some sort, something she had more than enough experience dealing with. As each let out a tremendous roar, their power building up to a fever pitch, Marisa gazed upward with slight annoyance.
"Oh, come on! Really?! You're really summoning more cannon fodder to annoy us instead of fighting yourself? It was bad enough when the villain's main servant would never stop attacking me no matter how many times I blew them up - 'Stop, or the young mistress will kill you before you know it!' and all that - but this is just stupid! If you're not going to fight us, then you could at least have the decency to just explode and stop wasting my-" The Witch got no further, for at that instant, a raging storm of flames tore through the air all around her, forcing her to dart aside only heartbeats before the barrage would have connected. Glancing up, she quickly found the source of these flames: the gigantic, blazing bird, which now let out a cry and, sweeping its wings back, rapidly dived toward her.
"Oh, that's it. Fine, then. I'll play your stupid game, and crush this oversized chicken first!" Marisa roared, shooting upward to evade the bird as it passed below, quickly angling its nose toward the sky and turning to follow her. "Come on!" She jeered. "Come and get me!"
BGM: Solar Sect of Mystic Wisdom ~ Nuclear Fusion
With an earth-shaking roar, a typhoon of flames erupted from below as the beast gave a powerful flap of its wings, releasing countless flaming “feathers” to harry its target as she continued to flee, darting upward just ahead of the cascade as it exploded beneath her, before swerving to evade another barrage that was a little better aimed. Leveling out, she brought herself around, and immediately took aim, bringing the four Orrieres orbs to bear as she retaliated, letting loose a cascade of starfire which met the oncoming hail of feathers in a mutual shower of destruction, blue magic clashing with the red hellfire of the twisted raven as it, too, leveled out, then streaked straight for its adversary with astonishing speed, searing flames tearing forth from its opened maw as it gave a tremendous roar.
The Witch swiftly repositioned her Orrieres orbs to serve as thrusters, and then strafed to the right, before abruptly streaking upward to avoid the beast's extended wing as it passed below. Flipping her broom over using her rear thrusters, she brought the Hakkero to bear, flaring its power in an instant as she prepared to fire her favorite attack.
“Love Sign: Master-” Her words were cut off by a sudden snapping of flames as, abruptly, the fire lining the bird's massive wing streaked upward in a single stream, forcing the Witch to turn her broom's loop over the enemy's head into a frantic roll to escape the incoming counterattack, righting herself and standing atop her broom as she, undeterred, once more attempted to fire.
“SPARK!” She finished, taking aim and releasing at point blank a formidable storm of the fabulous multicolored energy that was her trademark, the beam rapidly widening from a single point of absolute light in her hand to a vast cascade that streaked across the sky, striking the foe directly and going on to level several towers of the already crumbling castle beyond the bird. But, to the Witch's amazement, the beast did not disappear into the radiance that had engulfed it. Rather, its flames never even dimmed as it spread its wings before it, opened its maw, and held fast directly in the beam's path! What energy was not broken and scattered to either side of the monster by its gigantic, burning wings was sucked into its throat and devoured, turned to flames by the bird's overwhelming power. The Witch let out a cry of astonishment and frustration. True, that had just been a normal Spark, but still, to have it countered so easily, and in such a fashion... She'd never heard of an enemy who was capable of grazing such a destructive attack to such effect, and with such ease! Still, there was no time to muse over such things, for as the light of the Black Magician's own spell flickered out, the light of the bird's flames climbed ever-higher as it gave a raucous caw and began its assault anew, releasing showers of flames from its wings interspersed with vast, searing torrents from its gaping maw.
The Witch immediately began to distance herself, firing all four orbs to send herself streaking backward, then beginning to fire them one at a time in quick succession to dart and roll between the feathers flying all around her, doing her best to graze, if not escape, the vast storm that was beginning to engulf her. But, she was not the only one who had now begun to move, for as she watched, the great avian lord spread its wings and began to dart through the air, circling around the fleeing Witch at speeds too fast to be followed, a mantle of hellfire trailing behind it as its feathers showered down from all sides, accompanied by the vast spheres of flame it threw towards its target. Its feathers rotated in one direction, along with five of the ten orbs it now directed to bombard her, but the other five suns it had created were orbiting in the opposite direction, creating a vast network of blasts from all sides, each seeming to move differently than the others. All the while, the beast kept up its hectic flight, showering in feathers from above and below and keeping Marisa trapped at the very center of this microcosmic solar system, creating a twisted mockery of a danmaku arena's Bounded Field.
Marisa's eyes widened in surprise. That creature that had spoken in her mind before... had it read her thoughts and directed her enemy to do this?! This attack pattern was one she already knew quite well, for she'd faced it once before during her battle with a certain other flame-wielding Raven, a legendary bird who had devoured the Sun God Yatagarasu and acquired his power. That battle at the center of the burning ruins of the ancient Hell was now being replayed by this creature the Witch now fought, for the Spellcard this creature was using was none other than Blazing Star ~ Ten Evil Stars, supported by the attack pattern Shooting Star!
Frantically, the Witch wove left, then right, forward and then back, up and then down, blasts raining down around her from all sides as the beast redoubled its attack, increasing the rate of fire and the velocity of the blasts until from the outside it would look more like a single, continuous explosion rather than a rotating field of flames. Invisible was the Witch who, at its center, still desperately darted to and fro amidst the spiraling field of stars, only barely managing to avoid being killed outright as between the blinding radiance of the burning flames, countless tiny feathers rained down upon her, cutting like blades as she grazed them, unable to entirely dodge as countless tiny gashes began to appear across her extremities, faint trickles of blood beginning to stain her ash-covered clothes.
And yet, despite the unbelievable speed at which the stars moved, they still continued to accelerate, streaking through the enclosed space at ever faster speeds until at last, they became simply impossible to escape. One closed in from the left, another came hurtling in from the right, and between them was an impassible wall of burning feathers, while a shower from above, behind, and below kept Marisa from escaping in any of those directions either. Desperately now, as the area around her became engulfed by flames, Marisa broke off the azure Orrieres orb, and fired it at one of the incoming stars. The two collided, and the orb began to expand and shift, becoming a vast blue star to match the crimson hellfire of the bird's power. The shock of the explosion was tremendous, sending the beast's fire scattering in all directions, creating a momentary opening through which Marisa swiftly darted, rising ever higher as the fire beneath her exploded in a multicolored array of power.
But just as she cleared the trap, a sudden blast of air shook the heavens, followed by a roar of sound, and Marisa turned her eyes upward just in time to see her enemy descending like a supersonic comet, wreathed in the flames of an unnatural power, its maw wide to clamp down upon its target. In an instant, the Witch had dismounted her broom, and raising it above her, empowered it with all three of the orbs left at her disposal, forming a blade just in time to lock with the incoming adversary, its flaming beak meeting the flaming sword of apocalypse the Witch now held.
“Replica of Forbidden Sword ~ Laevateinn!” She chanted, the burning blade flaming up in her hands as, with all her might, she held back the beast above her, even as it bore down upon her with all of its power. Azure fire streaked upward into the heavens, while the crimson flames of the avian devil licked the earth below. At first, it seemed as though the beast's attack had been blocked, but a moment later, Marisa felt a vast surge of power slowly gathering from below, and, glancing back, saw what she had feared.
The vast field of stars beneath her had now become two gigantic spheres, which rose like twin suns into the air and streaked towards her from below, closing in from both sides. At once, she sprung into action, trying to escape the three-pronged assault before it was too late, and, pushing off of the beast above her with all her strength, used its own force to send herself catapulting downward, releasing another Orrieres orb as she did so and exploding it directly in the beast's face, sending it hurtling upward and into the air. Then, rotating in mid air, Marisa raised her broom, and brought her sword to bear, extending its blade until it must have stretched ever outward for over a mile as, for a split second, she brought herself about with all the strength she could muster and dealt a single slash to the oncoming suns, releasing the blade's full power in a single attack. The heavens screamed as flames scattered in every direction, whirlpools of magic clashing as starfire met the heat of an unholy sun, each destroying and being destroyed in its turn as light of every hue imaginable shone forth across the burning, darkened sky.
And then, from the midst of this explosion, two shapes emerged. The Witch streaked forth atop her broom, while from the peak of the blast appeared the silhouette of the vast bird, which spread its wings and gave an angry cry, the energy of the Orrieres explosion still flickering around its beak as it at last subsided. Marisa couldn't see any damage from the attack, but it had to have hurt, at the very least.
BGM: Solar Sect of Mystic Wisdom ~ Nuclear Fusion (Seeing a pattern here?)
Still, this was bad. She'd tried a Spark, and had even released the full, untapped power of a fully prepared ritual orb directly into the beast's head, and still it didn't seem to be showing any signs of being scratched! On the other hand, it was casually throwing around attacks on the level of a god, and didn't seem to be tired in the least. In fact, it was probably stronger now that it had been at the very first thanks to that Spark it had eaten! Marisa, on the other hand, while she still had plenty of power left from the Ritual Space she had used to nuke the faker earlier, couldn't afford to break out anything big enough to actually kill the blasted bird without risking being too weak to actually take out the final enemy - that Mewtwo thing. But at the same time, she also had to kill this minion quickly, or else she'd sustain too many injuries to fight anyway! Already, she was beginning to feel the effects of the countless blows she had grazed for power, and even though her energy was currently surging to unnaturally high levels, she was already beginning to feel sore and weak. She didn't know how long she could keep this sort of a battle up. Mentally, the Witch cursed herself for getting so used to fighting based on the Spellcard System. In those battles, one never had to worry about actually sustaining injuries, so grazing was a perfectly safe and, and fact, strategically critical means of boosting one's power in the midst of a battle. But in this world, no such rules applied. Get too close to a bullet to siphon its power, and it would still hit you, which meant even if her magic was now even stronger than usual, her body was far weaker than it normally would be. And, concentrating as she was on maintaining her body, powerful offensive spells would be rather... difficult... to manage.
Still, if there was one saying the Witch lived by, it was “Never surrender,” and even in a situation like this, she would just have to find a way out, like always. The question was... how? This creature didn't have any easily located or eliminated source of energy, like the faker, nor did it have a defined weak spot like the resilient knights the group had faced in the cave. She didn't even have someone else to run decoy for her while she mustered a powerful enough Spark to blow the thing away, like she had in the form of Alice during the battle with the familiar of the necromancer! How... how was she supposed to kill this thing? Even discounting the flames that kept her too busy to shoot, the bird was moving way too fast to target on the one hand, and seemed capable of simply eating anything she actually did manage to fire on the other!
But wait... that was it! Marisa had a feeling she had just uncovered the trick to defeating this adversary. Fine, then. If it wanted to suck up the attacks she fired at it to gain power, like she had grazed its own bullets to empower herself, then it would have to face the same dilemma as she did. She had a feeling it would be a lot easier to hit once she weakened its body a bit. And to do that...
In an instant, she had drawn forth one of her last magical potions from the pocket of her apron, and, opening its lid, began to murmur softly under her breath, chanting a spell as she slowly imbued the potion with power. Normally, the basic energy of the magic mushrooms she used in the creation of these explosives would be sufficient, but this time, Marisa had something special in mind. With a flare of multicolored starlight, the potion began to flash to life, a miniature typhoon of power kept at bay only by the enchanted flask which contained it. Then, Marisa closed its lid, and, affixing it to the front of her broomstick, she turned her gaze upward, and prepared her offensive.
The bird, however, seemed to have its own plans, for while she had prepared, it had done so also, a vast, second sun now shining forth from the creature's beak as it cawed triumphantly over the darkened sky. Then, it clenched its beak, and crushed the sun like it was swatting a fly.
In an instant, a storm of light shone forth, countless miniature orbs of power streaking outward in all directions, like a burning flower blossoming across the night sky. Marisa grinned. Another attack she was familiar with, huh? That Mewtwo guy sure was confident in his little pet... He should have realized how foolish it was to challenge her in a field where she already had considerable experience!
Flaring the thrusters of her broom, the Witch streaked upward like a rocket, darting between the columns of descending hellfire that screamed and crackled all around her, a single bolt of color darting through a void of absolute white. As countless explosions rang out from below, the flames spreading across the ground – Marisa just hoped her allies down there who couldn't fly were good enough at dodging to handle the collateral damage, as she currently had no means of preventing it – the Witch cut like a blade through the shower of light, drawing ever closer to the Raven as it redoubled its efforts, launching several of its feathers downward along with the storm of miniature suns. Yet still the Witch came on, moving at breakneck speeds as she flawlessly wove her way straight to the heart of the complex pattern of flames. For a moment, it seemed as though she would fly straight into the beast's open maw, yet at the last minute, giving her broom one final push, she leaped upward, flipping backwards into the air as the broom, and the deadly payload it carried on its head, crashed directly into the bird's open mouth.
The Raven let out a raucous cry as, with a flare of rainbow-colored starlight, a sudden explosion resounded from inside it as it tried to convert the power it had just consumed, only to have this unseal the now ridiculously empowered explosive potion, causing an abrupt surge of hostile energy from directly inside its body. With a cry, it began to fall backward, the broomstick bursting forth from its jaws as the flames surrounding it warped and shifted, suddenly taking on countless different colors and collapsing upon the beast. For a moment, it seemed like the creature was beaten, as it gave a pitiful cry as its own flames turned upon it and began to ravage its falling body in a flurry of starlight. And yet, the next moment, this abruptly reversed yet again, a surge of crimson scattering forth from its open beak and batting away the rainbow starlight like a typhoon washing away some child's sandcastle. As the Witch completed her flip, calling the broom to herself and landing atop it as she watched her foe's sudden recovery with slight surprise. True, this thing was obviously tough... but even that attack hadn't fazed it? That had been the very strongest potion she could possibly have made, detonated inside her target along with a surge of power on the level of a Master Spark! And yet, her enemy had only been stunned for a moment! The way things were going, Marisa realized that she'd soon have no choice but to break out her most powerful spells and disintegrate the thing, because from the way things seemed now, anything short of that was going to be ineffective.
Still, the Ritual Space within the potion still affixed to the head of her broom had some power left in it, judging by the stars trailing from within the gleaming flask. As she seated herself and gave a confident smirk, she mustered this power, drawing it forth in a radiant mantle of starlight.
“You know, this is starting to get really irritating. Fine, then, if you won't explode the easy way, then we'll do things the hard way!” Marisa called across at the bird, the flames of which were still weak as it recovered from its momentary incapacitation. Marisa grinned, and, extending her hand, formed up the vast phalanx of stars now surrounding her, charging up an even more formidable spell as she released the full power of the Ritual Space she had prepared within the potion, a legion of stars as vast and innumerable as those in the sky amidst which the two rivals flew now assembling around their master, then launching forward with the force of the heavens themselves falling down.
“Black Magic ~ Event Horizon!”
In an instant, a cascade of multicolored light burst forth from the heavens, scattering the clouds of smoke and ash generated by the beast's flames, snuffing out those very flames themselves in an instant as the once-powerful hellfire of the Raven was overwhelmed by the starlight of the Black Magician. An explosion of color completely engulfed the creature, and its silhouette faded from view completely, entirely consumed by the magic around it. The Witch was no longer using only mid-level attacks, and instead had now raised her strength to the level necessary to obliterate even a target such as this. The bird screamed, and then was silent, whatever dying cries it might have mustered drowned out by the roar of the colossal explosion.
“Heh,” Marisa said with a grin, watching as her rather persistent enemy was finally defeated. “Now that that's done, maybe we can finally get to-”
BGM: MADNESS IMAGER
With a flash of light, the impossible happened, and the roaring shower of starlight abruptly shattered, a storm of crimson flames taking its place as from the midst of the inferno tore forth a single torrent of hellfire, reaching forth like a massive hand that dwarfed even Marisa's Master Spark in sheer size. The Witch let out a cry of abject astonishment as the beam, far too large to be dodged, came on almost too fast to block. Frantically, she raised her broom before her, and fired off a laser blast of her own to match the oncoming assault. The two attacks clashed with tremendous force, breaking apart the last ruins of the castle that remained below as the Witch began to be pushed backward across the sky, retreating as fast as she could before the raging inferno that overcame and swallowed up even the power she poured forth to defend against it. Desperate, now, she poured even more strength into the attempt, casting an Orrieres Solar System and erecting as many Bounded Fields as she could in the path of the seemingly unstoppable blaze of flame. In an instant, countless arcane glyphs and circles sprung into existence, like a seven-petaled violet flower blooming forth across the sky, catching the weight of the flames and holding against it, a gigantic shockwave spreading across the battlefield as the scarlet shower of hellfire and the violet haze of magic starlight rose endlessly into the heavens.
With a roar, the Raven rose from amidst the blaze, its wings spread wide as a vast storm of continuous fire sprung froth endlessly from its gaping maw. The Witch, too, flared her power, her shield buckling but holding as with a crash, the flames pushed forward, breaking apart like first layer of the Bounded Field, a single petal of the flower shattering like glass as the flames only towered higher. With a groan of exertion, the Witch began to be pushed back under the weight of the blaze, her shield bending backward as the insurmountable wave of fire grew ever larger with each passing second. Her eyes widened in surprise as, one by one, the second, third, and fourth layers of her shield each gave way in turn, the blossoming grid of magic that had once protected her slowly breaking down like a flower whose petals were being plucked one by one. The formerly seven-petaled flower in the sky now had but three solitary branches, each of which were already beginning to cave as the Raven slowly forced its way forward.
Crack.
“I... I don't believe it...” The Witch murmured, watching in surprise and slowly dawning fear as her shield began to collapse.
Crack!
“He couldn't have... That attack was... How did he?!”
Crack!
“He absorbed that attack, too?!”
With a crash, the last three petals of the seemingly-impregnable shield collapsed in on themselves, launching their master backward in a last attempt to save her, and in a flash of crimson light, the Witch was nearly consumed, struck with immeasurable force and sent careening towards the ground, a falling star, wreathed in the smoke and flames of the adversary that had smitten her to the Earth far, far below.
Surging her power to fight off the flames, Marisa spun helplessly in the air, trying to right herself atop her broom once again, but finding it impossible to do so due to the winds and fire that now buffeted her. By the time she finally managed to stop the endless spinning, she had fallen at least a mile, while her enemy circled overhead like a bird of prey, crying its victory to the skies.
Marisa groaned. Her body hurt from head to toe, and even though she'd just grazed an attack of that calibur – okay, maybe “barely prevented herself from being killed by” was a more fitting description – she had used so much energy defending herself that expending any more power would definitely make it impossible for her to continue fighting after the battle. Still, the way things were, she didn't feel she had much of a choice. As it was, she was already beginning to doubt whether this creature could even die. Even if she had broken out her most powerful lasers to start with, could she had defeated it? And even if she did so now, was it still possible to win? The Witch hated to admit it, but it was beginning to seem doubtful. With her allies isolated on the ground and unable to fly to assist her, the other two birds attacking them and keeping them pinned down, hoping for help was impossible. Then, did that mean she should head for cover and try to prepare some sort of means of defeating the enemy, as she had done in the battle against the faker? But what would happen if she did so? The bird would only move on to attack her comrades, or, even worse, would simply sense the amount of power she still had left and come after her on the ground, where she was least mobile! As it was, escape was already impossible, and victory was beginning to look that way, too. The Witch was growing dizzy, the constantly, burning pain wracking her body driving her mind into a hazy, empty state...
With a roar, the Raven located its prey, and Marisa slowly mustered her attention. No. She had begun this battle, and she was going to finish it. Even if it meant using up all of her available power, she would win, somehow. This beast was strong, but she couldn't get to thinking that it had an infinite amount of power. No matter how many attacks it had, that was still a finite number. If she could just survive its assault for a little while longer, it would have to weaken itself, spending its energy at this rate. At that time, it would be vulnerable, and she could finish it off. Yes, she just had to survive...
But that would prove harder than expected, for, with a roar, the beast spread its wings across the sky, the flames that surrounded them growing until they had covered the entire heavens. The area grew dark, darkness that was swiftly banished by the light of countless stars, as though the beast above her had become an entire galaxy that spanned the entire sky. Marisa watched, eyes wide with surprise and fear, as one by one, these stars began to wrench themselves from the firmament, and plummeted down toward the earth, a vastly expanded replica of another attack she had faced quite some time ago during her trip to the underground Hell.
“Explosion Sign ~ Peta Flare... But it's stronger this time, way, way stronger!” The Witch realized aloud, watching as the endless expanse of the night sky itself began to plunge and fall towards the earth, countless gigantic stars already dropping all around her, a shower of explosions on all sides forcing her to dive towards the ground, the Raven's ridiculous attack hounding her heels every step of the way.
Left, right, forward, back, and downward, always downward, the Witch fled from the force of the spellcard that now seemed like the end of days itself, the sky blanketed with flames and the earth burning for miles down below. The last remnants of the armies on the ground had already begun to scatter when the first fires had begun to fall, which was fortunate, for now the defending army, most of which had held its ground despite the flames dropping around it, was now almost entirely obliterated by friendly fire, while the attackers were forced to flee before a sea of hellfire, several of their number falling and being consumed by the endless inferno. The castle collapsed and tumbled to the ground, and those warriors fighting the other birds, even the others of the beasts themselves, might well have needed to take cover before the furious storm of blazing hail that now descended upon them.
But, at last, there was nowhere else to run. She had plunged downward until she found herself skirting across the burning ground, following the terrain as it erupted into flames behind her. There was simply no way to escape it, the countless orbs already coming quite close to consuming her. Another instant and they'd be on top of her, and already the ruins of the castle were rising up, an impassible, flame-covered wall rising in her way. At that moment, Marisa realized, to her horror, the full extent of her situation.
She was trapped.
There was only one path left to the Witch, now. With all routes of escape cut off, she could do but one thing: stand, and face this attack with the best defense she could muster. The flames striking the ground were only a few yards away now, and in another instant, they would be upon her. Swerving to a stop, she came about, raised the Mini-Hakkero, and chanted four words.
“Light Blast ~ Shoot the Moon!”
At that instant, two things happened. The flames reached their target, countless falling stars striking the Witch from all sides. But, at the same time, a barrage of golden light tore forth from the ground, streaking upward and striking the flames all around, as countless brightly gleaming stars took form all around their master. A gigantic explosion rocked the earth, and a pillar of clashing light and flames rose upward into the heavens.
BGM: Locked Girl ~ Mystical Chain
With a roar and a force that split the earth, flames and starlight scattered in all directions, ripping up gigantic shards of the fallen castle and casting them into the air before melting them entirely, sending molten rock and lava spiraling out through the air in a volcanic rain of ash, fire, and flames that slowly spread across the island. The stars in the sky slowly flickered out, and their source, the Raven, descended, circling downward to check its kill.
The area where the Witch had last been seen was, without a doubt, completely incinerated. The ground had either turned to lava, or solidified into glass. The pillars of the castle were now pillars of salt, and the earth below had been melted away in places, although it had inexplicably held against the apocalyptic force of the attack, a fact which was rather fortunate, since, had it not, it doubtless would have plunged every last one of the warriors now fighting their own battles down to the ground far, far below, where the flames yet lingered, burning the empty battlefield and feasting upon the corpses of the dead.
The Raven let out a victorious cry, and circled once, then twice, over the place where its defeated foe had disappeared into flames, not even a trace of the Witch's existence left over where she had been slain.
Or, at least, so it seemed, until a vast torrent of malevolent purple light, like a mockery of the Witch's usual starfire, came streaking up, striking the bird head on and sending it spiraling away, its flames sparking and sizzling as it tried to recover itself from the impossibly concentrated force of the pure magic that had just struck it, at least three times as powerful as the Master Spark it had eaten before, yet a thousand times as dense. But, as the Witch had not spoken, that attack that had sent the bird hurtling was not a spellcard, but rather a simple, solitary attack, the power of which could not compare to the force of an actual spell. And yet, despite this, it had done so much damage as to actually faze the implacable beast which, recovering itself, gazed with fear upon the ground as slowly, a black shape rose to its feet, evil purple fire blazing around it as the flames nearby defied the orders of the frightened Raven and shrank away as though terrified.
The Witch stood, her broom slung over her shoulder, and gazed up at the beast, an impossible level of power dancing around her as she slowly raised the Mini-Hakkero over her head, the fires and even the very light all around her slowly condensing on the single point that was the magical reactor she held.
“Did you really think...” She began, her voice a mere hiss much like the crackle of the flames that she was already beginning to consume. “I'd die so easily?” The bird only gave a frightful squeal in response, and began flapping its wings frantically, trying to distance itself from the Witch's unholy power despite the weakened nature of its body. But the Witch did nothing, and merely continued to draw forth energy from every last spark of fire, and from every last particle of light. Darkness spread around her upraised hand, and the hellfire around her paled as though a candle before the unnatural might of her tremendous magic, bending to her will as the heavens grew dark and the world grew cold.
“The Mini-Hakkero has the power to absorb forms of energy it comes into contact with. That's the wonder of it. And you... just gave me all the energy I could possibly want.” It wasn't clear who she was talking to now. Speaking to the bird would have been pointless. It was a mindless, speechless beast. But then one realized that there was a mind controlling it that could understand perfectly well what she was saying: its master, Mewtwo.
“That's right. Are you surprised? I just drained off the entire force of that attack, down to the very last scrap of energy your beast could muster. And now, I'm going to use it to destroy this stupid puppet of yours, and then you. I've sick and tired of all these stupid games, little pretend battles with your cannon fodder while you sit around like a smug, lazy ass!” Marisa called, casting aside her broomstick, and slowly leveling the Hakkero, pointing it straight at the Raven. The beast gave a cry, and began to flutter faster, like a hummingbird trying to fight the force of a tornado with the futile beating of its tiny wings.
“Let this be a lesson to you!” She cried. “Never underestimate an Ordinary Black Magician!” At once, the dark power surrounding her surged forth, flaring to life as all the light she had absorbed abruptly illuminated it. Every last inch of the island abruptly grew completely dark, the ground, the rubble, and the very air itself painted in the absolute shade of black. But one point of light shone out amidst this void: a single glyph of azure light, and the shining of a million stars as they converged on a single point, and then expanded outward.
“Star Sign...” Marisa began, and the light bent to her will, exploding forth in an instantaneous torrent of countless stars. The Raven, panicked now, desperately veered sideways, trying to force itself out of the way with all its strength. The stream of starlight had nearly reached it now, but with a last, frantic beating of its wings, it pulled just clear of the blast, scraping along the edge of the magical torrent, the mere brushing of the Witch's power against its flames enough to completely banish them, sending the Raven spiraling sideways. However, the beast had survived! It had escaped the Witch's intended finishing move, the stars hurtling impotently past and exploding brightly in the sky. As it righted itself, it gazed downward, trying to anticipate the next attack.
Only to realize, far too late, that the Witch was no longer there. At that same instant, with a flash of light, the Witch appeared directly above and behind the Raven. By the time it figured out that the attack its enemy had just launched was simply a diversion, there was no time left for it to defend itself, or even to react, for the Witch, having used her Last Word spell for a single instant to transport herself at the speed of light directly above her enemy, finished the spell she had begun to chant as she stood on the ground.
As the wreath of golden light around Marisa took shape, countless tiny stars joining to form a single orb of absolute radiance, she smirked. It wasn't like her at all to use a copied spell to end a fight like this, but, then again, it was somehow also rather fitting. Fitting, that is, that the enemy who had harried her with countless spellcards copied from Marisa's own memories, who had buried her beneath a rain of stars, should now meet its end at the hands of a spellcard Marisa herself had stolen, a single, magical sun that went far beyond even the nuclear power of the Hell Raven from the underground, whose attacks this second faker had been using. Yes... this grand magical sun, one of the mainstay techniques of her erstwhile rival the One-Week Wizard, was a fitting way to obliterate her target, after all. And, at the heart of this peerless, inescapable magical blast... there would be absolutely no way for the weakened Raven to survive, nor to consume the onmidirectional power that would tear it apart and banish its soul.
And so, Marisa spoke two words, and then, in a storm of light that shone across the sky like the coming of daybreak, the Witch completely and utterly annihilated her target.
“Royal...”
”FLARE!”
The explosion was tremendous. In a flash, the burning azure magic of the Witch's sun was released in its entirety upon the Raven, bearing down on it from all sides with a power that dwarfed its own. For not only was this sun made with the energy of the enemy's flames, but also with the power of every last particle of light, every last bit of heat that the Hakkero could possibly absorb, condensing the entire energy of the whole battlefield into that single, incomprehensible sphere of destruction which now expanded across the sky, crushing the Raven into dust and then scattering it on a shockwave far greater than even the force of the countless explosions the beast itself had mustered only a moment ago in a futile attempt to slay the Witch who had now, in turn, slain it.
But as the light spread across the sky, filling the twilight with the radiance of a second sun to replace the one that had set, the Witch wasted no time. In an instant, her broom was back in her hand, and she mounted it, preparing to take off and attack the enemy who now floated smugly over the battlefield. And yet, something deterred her. Perhaps it was the beasts attacking her comrades on the ground far below, or the ominous feeling left in the aftermath of her own victory as the Hakkero began to replenish itself, trying to make up for the energy she had just expended. After all, even if that energy hadn't come from her own main reserve, and she still had plenty of power left to fight, it would still be foolhardy to attack the very strongest enemy before she had time to prepare a few more spells for the engagement. Still, caution of this sort seemed unusual for the Witch, as though something was wrong.
But it was for neither of these reasons that the Witch ceased moving, and simply floated in the air, a chill even greater than that of the heat-sapped air running up her spine as her eyes widened in realization. No earthly sense could have given her the knowledge she had suddenly come to understand, nor could even the power of her vaunted magic tell her what she now knew. And yet, thinking back, she finally understood the battle that was about to occur... and the danger she was now in, simply by existing within even distant proximity of the center of the battlefield.
Her eyes wide with genuine fear, Marisa Kirisame was completely, deathly still.
"The Apocalypse is basically just a tutorial." - Sicon112.
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"Due to the ambiguity of this wording, I am unable to determine whether or not I am the leader of the X-Men!"
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Re: RPG
by IslaKariese on Fri Nov 09, 2012 5:20 pm
Kestral Shifted back into human form in time for the self-proclaimed God to summon the four powerful birds. The witch Marisa went after the fire bird, but before she could choose for herself which battle would be best, a large bird of ice fired a beam of freezing energy at the archer, choosing the opponent for her.
Kestral wasted no time in blocking the beam, lifting Celoivera in front of her to summon a shield. The beam hit and pushed her back several feet. She feared she’d lose her footing before the bird let up, but the attack stopped just before she did. Drawing an arrow and aiming quickly, she fired a fairly powerful bolt of amber fire at the bird, which struck it dead in the chest. The bird was barely phased, and was only knocked backwards a bit and enraged further at the attack.
Steeling herself, Kestral Shifted to become a Firebird of similar size to her opponent, launching off the ground and meeting the ice bird with a blast of white-hot flames. Her opponent dodged readily, firing round after round of razor-sharp icicles. Kestral let off enough energy to at least dull the points, dodging them as swiftly as she could. Several caught her by surprise, nicking her in her sides and her neck. She cried out in pain, but she’d dealt with worse.
When the barrage was over, she dove down to meet the bird again, this time waiting until she was closer before letting loose a new beam of fire at it. To her surprise, the bird vanished into a cloud of ice and mist. Kestral stopped her attack and looked all around her in confusion and wariness. She felt a freezing cold presence behind her, but before she could dodge it or turn around, she was hit square in the back with an ice beam.
With a roar, Kestral fell to the ground and was forced to Shift back into her human form. She lay flat on the floor in agony, but the ice bird wouldn’t let her rest. It prepared to hit her with a new beam, one that would kill her when she was this small, but before it could, the archer moved. She flew to her feet and ran as fast as she could, the beam missing her by inches and leaving patches of frost on her boots. She needed help, and she needed it fast. So she headed for the nearest ally she could find.
Alice.
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The fight against the fake Alice was over. All she had to do now was ask Marisa about that fight against the giant, Alice was happy once again and not even the shifting battlefields bothered her. They were now right before the so called Mewtwo, it didn’t matter, what she had to do was to talk to Marisa. Some pokemon to kill could wait. Unfortunately, Marisa didn’t wait.
As soon as the fighting started, Marisa took of to take the battle to one of the big birds that flew from the castle, her target was the flaming raven and the sheer amount of power coursing through the skies was mesmerizing. Alice stared unable to decide what to do, watching every movement of the Ordinary Black Magician as she fought.
What broke her trance was the movement of someone running towards her. It was the archer, being chased by the ice bird. Why should that be a concern to her? She didn’t mind the cold. But it looked like the archer needed help and as she remembered that Marisa had helped her, she decided to help the archer too... Kestral? Her name surging back to Alice’s mind as she ran towards the gigantic bird.
“Need help?” Alice asked jokingly as she went past the archer and didn’t even stop to wait for an answer. The freezing beast was upon her already. “Maragi!” She called as a firestorm spawned around the beast. Alice stopped to hold her ground.
To Alice’s surprise, the fire proved to be more of a nuisance than an actual attack. The ice around the creature caused the flames to die too soon to cause any real damage. It took off to fly higher, out of reach and blast waves of icy energy at the blonde girl in the ground. Alice could only stare as all of her five cards worked to shield her, the ice locking her in place while the bird prepared for a lethal dive.
Fire a bigger laser at it. Once again thinking about how Marisa fought, Alice prepared for the creature’s dive, holding her defenses up, waiting. The foolish bird took the bait, diving for a execution.
“Megido!” The blast was perfect, just at the edge of her range. Alice was sure the bird was dead this time as she turned back to Kestral, only to see the archer’s eyes focusing on something behind her. She heard the enraged cries before she could turn to face the beast again. A direct hit of one of her strongest spells could only briefly stun the ice bird? Alice was stunned herself, even Mastimas had been damaged by that same spell, how much more powerful could that bird be? She knew one thing for certain, much in the same way she could not defeat Mastimas alone, that bird would kill her if she stood there to fight it.
But before she could think or react, hell started falling to earth.
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Kestral looked on in awe as she caught her breath, watching Alice battle the ice bird with much more confidence than she herself had. The attacks were only barely more effective against it, however, causing the archer to bite her lip. Kestral stood taller when the bird recovered too quickly, prepared to launch a new attack alongside her partner.
But before anything could come from her bow, the sky glowed fiery red and it rained down fireballs that burned the air around them. Kestral and Alice stood silently, unsure of where the hellstorm came from, but before they could respond to it, the ice bird took action. It landed quickly and exuded a chill from its body, freezing the air around it and, consequently, around the fighters as well. None of the fireballs got closer than 100 yards to their position.
Stunned by the opportunity to regroup, Kestral felt herself smile a little before turning to the younger girl beside her. “Do you have any ideas for how we should defeat this... creature?”
“Fire a bigger spell at it!” she said enthusiastically, causing the archer to look at her dubiously.
“...Something tells me that won’t work as well as you think it will...” said Kestral, peering doubtfully at the bird who had bested both their attacks so easily.
“The cards can’t hit him from this far. So I can just keep firing bigger spells!”
Kestral bit her lip in thought. “Can’t hit from... this far... So we need to get closer...” She growled in frustration. “If I could fly again, I could get your cards close enough, but my fight with it and from earlier drained my energy. I can’t maintain a shape any bigger than I am now...”
“Oh, that’s all? I’ll just do that thing Marisa did then...The Orrieres thingy.” Before Kestral could respond, Alice had summoned four large marbles from thin air and cast them towards the stunned archer. Kestral allowed herself to feel a bit of fear as they began to spin around her over and over, but any fear she felt was extinguished by the sudden onslaught of energy that filled her Core slowly but surely. Kestral was sure she’d gasped at one point, but she surely couldn’t hear it over the rush of blood in her ears. This energy was just as overwhelming as the explosion in the woods...
Right when Kestral felt she would burst, the energy stopped. The archer fell to her knees, panting heavily. When she opened them, both eyes were glowing their respective colors. The firestorm above them had just ended when Kestral Shifted to become a large dragon, big enough to carry Alice and her cards with ease. Hop on, she said into Alice’s mind, grinning with a mouth full of sharp teeth. And hold on tight.
Kestral wasted no time in blocking the beam, lifting Celoivera in front of her to summon a shield. The beam hit and pushed her back several feet. She feared she’d lose her footing before the bird let up, but the attack stopped just before she did. Drawing an arrow and aiming quickly, she fired a fairly powerful bolt of amber fire at the bird, which struck it dead in the chest. The bird was barely phased, and was only knocked backwards a bit and enraged further at the attack.
Steeling herself, Kestral Shifted to become a Firebird of similar size to her opponent, launching off the ground and meeting the ice bird with a blast of white-hot flames. Her opponent dodged readily, firing round after round of razor-sharp icicles. Kestral let off enough energy to at least dull the points, dodging them as swiftly as she could. Several caught her by surprise, nicking her in her sides and her neck. She cried out in pain, but she’d dealt with worse.
When the barrage was over, she dove down to meet the bird again, this time waiting until she was closer before letting loose a new beam of fire at it. To her surprise, the bird vanished into a cloud of ice and mist. Kestral stopped her attack and looked all around her in confusion and wariness. She felt a freezing cold presence behind her, but before she could dodge it or turn around, she was hit square in the back with an ice beam.
With a roar, Kestral fell to the ground and was forced to Shift back into her human form. She lay flat on the floor in agony, but the ice bird wouldn’t let her rest. It prepared to hit her with a new beam, one that would kill her when she was this small, but before it could, the archer moved. She flew to her feet and ran as fast as she could, the beam missing her by inches and leaving patches of frost on her boots. She needed help, and she needed it fast. So she headed for the nearest ally she could find.
Alice.
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The fight against the fake Alice was over. All she had to do now was ask Marisa about that fight against the giant, Alice was happy once again and not even the shifting battlefields bothered her. They were now right before the so called Mewtwo, it didn’t matter, what she had to do was to talk to Marisa. Some pokemon to kill could wait. Unfortunately, Marisa didn’t wait.
As soon as the fighting started, Marisa took of to take the battle to one of the big birds that flew from the castle, her target was the flaming raven and the sheer amount of power coursing through the skies was mesmerizing. Alice stared unable to decide what to do, watching every movement of the Ordinary Black Magician as she fought.
What broke her trance was the movement of someone running towards her. It was the archer, being chased by the ice bird. Why should that be a concern to her? She didn’t mind the cold. But it looked like the archer needed help and as she remembered that Marisa had helped her, she decided to help the archer too... Kestral? Her name surging back to Alice’s mind as she ran towards the gigantic bird.
“Need help?” Alice asked jokingly as she went past the archer and didn’t even stop to wait for an answer. The freezing beast was upon her already. “Maragi!” She called as a firestorm spawned around the beast. Alice stopped to hold her ground.
To Alice’s surprise, the fire proved to be more of a nuisance than an actual attack. The ice around the creature caused the flames to die too soon to cause any real damage. It took off to fly higher, out of reach and blast waves of icy energy at the blonde girl in the ground. Alice could only stare as all of her five cards worked to shield her, the ice locking her in place while the bird prepared for a lethal dive.
Fire a bigger laser at it. Once again thinking about how Marisa fought, Alice prepared for the creature’s dive, holding her defenses up, waiting. The foolish bird took the bait, diving for a execution.
“Megido!” The blast was perfect, just at the edge of her range. Alice was sure the bird was dead this time as she turned back to Kestral, only to see the archer’s eyes focusing on something behind her. She heard the enraged cries before she could turn to face the beast again. A direct hit of one of her strongest spells could only briefly stun the ice bird? Alice was stunned herself, even Mastimas had been damaged by that same spell, how much more powerful could that bird be? She knew one thing for certain, much in the same way she could not defeat Mastimas alone, that bird would kill her if she stood there to fight it.
But before she could think or react, hell started falling to earth.
- - -
Kestral looked on in awe as she caught her breath, watching Alice battle the ice bird with much more confidence than she herself had. The attacks were only barely more effective against it, however, causing the archer to bite her lip. Kestral stood taller when the bird recovered too quickly, prepared to launch a new attack alongside her partner.
But before anything could come from her bow, the sky glowed fiery red and it rained down fireballs that burned the air around them. Kestral and Alice stood silently, unsure of where the hellstorm came from, but before they could respond to it, the ice bird took action. It landed quickly and exuded a chill from its body, freezing the air around it and, consequently, around the fighters as well. None of the fireballs got closer than 100 yards to their position.
Stunned by the opportunity to regroup, Kestral felt herself smile a little before turning to the younger girl beside her. “Do you have any ideas for how we should defeat this... creature?”
“Fire a bigger spell at it!” she said enthusiastically, causing the archer to look at her dubiously.
“...Something tells me that won’t work as well as you think it will...” said Kestral, peering doubtfully at the bird who had bested both their attacks so easily.
“The cards can’t hit him from this far. So I can just keep firing bigger spells!”
Kestral bit her lip in thought. “Can’t hit from... this far... So we need to get closer...” She growled in frustration. “If I could fly again, I could get your cards close enough, but my fight with it and from earlier drained my energy. I can’t maintain a shape any bigger than I am now...”
“Oh, that’s all? I’ll just do that thing Marisa did then...The Orrieres thingy.” Before Kestral could respond, Alice had summoned four large marbles from thin air and cast them towards the stunned archer. Kestral allowed herself to feel a bit of fear as they began to spin around her over and over, but any fear she felt was extinguished by the sudden onslaught of energy that filled her Core slowly but surely. Kestral was sure she’d gasped at one point, but she surely couldn’t hear it over the rush of blood in her ears. This energy was just as overwhelming as the explosion in the woods...
Right when Kestral felt she would burst, the energy stopped. The archer fell to her knees, panting heavily. When she opened them, both eyes were glowing their respective colors. The firestorm above them had just ended when Kestral Shifted to become a large dragon, big enough to carry Alice and her cards with ease. Hop on, she said into Alice’s mind, grinning with a mouth full of sharp teeth. And hold on tight.
The voices in my head tell me that we saved the world. However, they also told me that George Clooney's face is on the dollar bill, so... meh. The voices are more fun, anyway.
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IslaKariese - Joined: Sat Sep 29, 2012 10:53 am
- Location: Maryland/Virginia
Re: RPG
by Pixelmage on Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:44 pm
Holding on to Kestral as they took off Alice could already feel the effects of the Orrieres imitation. It did allow her own power to fuel Kestral’s spells and shifts but when compounded with her own fighting it was a very heavy strain to bear. As long as it worked, she didn’t mind it. Kestral and the bird started flying in circles around each other, Alice began to do her part.
“Maragi!” She called many times, an annoyance to the bird, but still necessary to keep control of the rhythm and make sure they could approach safely. The beast didn’t not take it lightly, counter attacking at every chance with blasts of ice, freezing beans and icicles.
Bigger laser. Closer. Alice kept her focus on the fight as finally Kestral managed to stay within close range. The bird now fought the dragon with talons and razor sharp ice wings. Kestral herself wielding the power of a real dragon and slashing at the bird. It was the range Alice needed, her cards began to do their work.
Each second hundreds of blows rained on the bird the spears of the cards blinking too fast to be seen, the razor ice hitting the two warriors as if the cards were of no consequence. Alice was confused by the scene once again. She knew her cards could harm the bird, yet they were losing. The talons and wings would defeat them long before her cards managed to cause enough damage. Talons and wings. Talons and... Wings! As long as they fought in the air the fight would be in favor of the bird. As long as he had his wings he could just wait out of range until they were too tired to fight!
This time a bigger laser wouldn’t work. Their foe was too strong for that and if she used her strongest spell at that range... Even if her cards could shield her once again, Kestral surely wouldn’t survive. Why am I even thinking about that? Shaking her confusion away Alice focused on the bird’s wings. She could worry later. Now she had to think of what she could do to win that fight. She had an idea.
“If he’s in the ground... Can you fight him alone?” She asked Kestral realizing she could answer directly to her mind.
I can. I have more than enough energy to fight. The voice answered at once. So her plan could work, Alice jumped onto the ice bird without warning or explanation.
Once on his back she knew all she had were seconds, she summoned two cards on each of his wings. Materializing completely, the cards shoved their spears through the razor ice and held themselves pinned to the beast’s wings. His reaction instantaneous flipping in the air and leaving Alice to fall with only one card to hold her.
Unable to fly any longer the beast was forced to the ground, his eyes upon the falling shape of the blonde girl, she grinned to him as she fell, the Jack of Hearts securing her fall as to not let her be killed by it. She stood there in the distance keeping her focus on her cards. She couldn’t allow them to vanish or the beast could fly again. She couldn’t let the Orrieres Marbles fail or the archer wouldn’t have enough power to fight... For this fight Alice could only trust her partner. And she couldn’t let her down even if she could no longer fight by herself.
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Alice’s plan nearly gave Kestral a heart attack. It was bad enough that the girl even asked if she could fight alone, but jumping from her back like that... But Alice was safe, floating a good distance away on one of those reliable cards of hers. She truly was a powerful sorceress, to Kestral’s mind.
Wasting no more time on admiration, the dragon dove after the downed bird, which struggled against the cards restricting its flight. Kestral immediately fired a powerful fire beam at it, the air scorching around the blast. The ice bird retaliated with a beam of its own, meeting it from the ground. The blasts met spectacularly, quickly filling the area with a thick fog that covered them both.
Knowing her wingbeats would give away her position, Kestral quickly landed on the ground and crouched low within the steam. The ice bird gave several cries of discomfort, and the dragon realized that the steam would be much hotter than would be suitable for it. The bird chilled the air around it, making the steam slowly disperse... and leaving a pocket of clear air for Kestral to see through.
Kestral immediately fired a beam of blazing hot flames at the bird, catching it by surprise and knocking it back several feet. She quickly ran after it, moving faster than the ice bird could keep track of. Kestral instantly towered over the bird and lifted a claw, but her opponent wouldn’t give in and fired a beam of ice right in the dragon’s face.
The archer roared and dodged, getting her cheek frozen in the process. Angered and in pain, Kestral whipped her tail at the bird fast as lightning, slamming into the bird and tossing it into the air like a child’s plaything. Kestral stood tall on her hind legs, her arm outreached and ready to strike the bird down, when events took a turn for the worse.
Before Kestral could strike the bird, the cards in its wings suddenly disappeared. It instantly took flight and evaded the dragon’s claws by inches, and Kestral fell to all fours on the ground hissing in frustration. She sensed Alice nearby and looked up to the girl. What happened? she asked gently, aware of the girl’s exhausted appearance.
“I... Just got a bit... Dizzy. Sorry... I can’t... Keep the Orrieres thing...” Without warning, the energy flow that had been constant for the last hour vanished completely, causing Kestral to Shift against her will back into her human form. The four marbles that had been orbiting her vanished as well. Looking up fearfully at Alice, she saw the girl sway from side to side, as though she were about to faint.
Immediately Kestral was at Alice’s side, holding her up. This is bad, she thought, looking up at the now-freed enemy. She didn’t have the power to fight it, now. The bird didn’t seem to have an interest in them at the moment, joyed by the return of its flight, but they didn’t have long before it would come after them again.
Kestral looked down at the young sorceress in her arms. Alice stirred and opened her eyes, looking up at the archer for a moment before gathering energy in her palms. Before Kestral could tell her to save her strength, Alice had conjured a beautiful black arrow, similar to Kestral’s own, but with a darker, stronger power within it.
“You can still shoot it... Right? I... Can’t do more than this now...” Alice then drew away from Kestral and sat silently atop her Jack of Hearts in exhaustion, now mostly unaware of the world around her. Kestral looked at her and then at the arrow given to her, and her will hardened.
“Thank you,” she said to Alice, who didn’t respond. She stood and looked at the bird, who’d finally remembered them and was now preparing to dive down at them for a killing blow. Kestral took the arrow and notched it against Celoivera, who shivered at the unfamiliar energy but didn’t reject it. Kestral breathed in slowly, aiming at the bird who’d hurt them both so badly... the archer’s eyes narrowed, and she fired.
Instead of an arc of amber energy, as it normally would’ve been, the energy was red and black, and five times more intense than Kestral’s energy alone could’ve achieved. She stood in awe as the arrow made contact, hitting the bird directly in the forehead. It cried out in agony as its entire body was encased in the black and red flames and ripped into burning shreds. The bird was dead.
As the bird fell in pieces around her, Kestral exhaled in victory. Kestral knelt down next to Alice and hugged her, sharing the victory with her partner even if she didn’t return it. “We did it,” she said, holding her closer. “We won, Alice. We--”
Her heart stopped. The air froze over again. This time, however, it wasn’t a physical chill, but one that took hold of her in her very soul. Kestral tightened her hold on Alice protectively as she looked up towards the source of that energy, filled to the very brim of her existence with fear.
“Maragi!” She called many times, an annoyance to the bird, but still necessary to keep control of the rhythm and make sure they could approach safely. The beast didn’t not take it lightly, counter attacking at every chance with blasts of ice, freezing beans and icicles.
Bigger laser. Closer. Alice kept her focus on the fight as finally Kestral managed to stay within close range. The bird now fought the dragon with talons and razor sharp ice wings. Kestral herself wielding the power of a real dragon and slashing at the bird. It was the range Alice needed, her cards began to do their work.
Each second hundreds of blows rained on the bird the spears of the cards blinking too fast to be seen, the razor ice hitting the two warriors as if the cards were of no consequence. Alice was confused by the scene once again. She knew her cards could harm the bird, yet they were losing. The talons and wings would defeat them long before her cards managed to cause enough damage. Talons and wings. Talons and... Wings! As long as they fought in the air the fight would be in favor of the bird. As long as he had his wings he could just wait out of range until they were too tired to fight!
This time a bigger laser wouldn’t work. Their foe was too strong for that and if she used her strongest spell at that range... Even if her cards could shield her once again, Kestral surely wouldn’t survive. Why am I even thinking about that? Shaking her confusion away Alice focused on the bird’s wings. She could worry later. Now she had to think of what she could do to win that fight. She had an idea.
“If he’s in the ground... Can you fight him alone?” She asked Kestral realizing she could answer directly to her mind.
I can. I have more than enough energy to fight. The voice answered at once. So her plan could work, Alice jumped onto the ice bird without warning or explanation.
Once on his back she knew all she had were seconds, she summoned two cards on each of his wings. Materializing completely, the cards shoved their spears through the razor ice and held themselves pinned to the beast’s wings. His reaction instantaneous flipping in the air and leaving Alice to fall with only one card to hold her.
Unable to fly any longer the beast was forced to the ground, his eyes upon the falling shape of the blonde girl, she grinned to him as she fell, the Jack of Hearts securing her fall as to not let her be killed by it. She stood there in the distance keeping her focus on her cards. She couldn’t allow them to vanish or the beast could fly again. She couldn’t let the Orrieres Marbles fail or the archer wouldn’t have enough power to fight... For this fight Alice could only trust her partner. And she couldn’t let her down even if she could no longer fight by herself.
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Alice’s plan nearly gave Kestral a heart attack. It was bad enough that the girl even asked if she could fight alone, but jumping from her back like that... But Alice was safe, floating a good distance away on one of those reliable cards of hers. She truly was a powerful sorceress, to Kestral’s mind.
Wasting no more time on admiration, the dragon dove after the downed bird, which struggled against the cards restricting its flight. Kestral immediately fired a powerful fire beam at it, the air scorching around the blast. The ice bird retaliated with a beam of its own, meeting it from the ground. The blasts met spectacularly, quickly filling the area with a thick fog that covered them both.
Knowing her wingbeats would give away her position, Kestral quickly landed on the ground and crouched low within the steam. The ice bird gave several cries of discomfort, and the dragon realized that the steam would be much hotter than would be suitable for it. The bird chilled the air around it, making the steam slowly disperse... and leaving a pocket of clear air for Kestral to see through.
Kestral immediately fired a beam of blazing hot flames at the bird, catching it by surprise and knocking it back several feet. She quickly ran after it, moving faster than the ice bird could keep track of. Kestral instantly towered over the bird and lifted a claw, but her opponent wouldn’t give in and fired a beam of ice right in the dragon’s face.
The archer roared and dodged, getting her cheek frozen in the process. Angered and in pain, Kestral whipped her tail at the bird fast as lightning, slamming into the bird and tossing it into the air like a child’s plaything. Kestral stood tall on her hind legs, her arm outreached and ready to strike the bird down, when events took a turn for the worse.
Before Kestral could strike the bird, the cards in its wings suddenly disappeared. It instantly took flight and evaded the dragon’s claws by inches, and Kestral fell to all fours on the ground hissing in frustration. She sensed Alice nearby and looked up to the girl. What happened? she asked gently, aware of the girl’s exhausted appearance.
“I... Just got a bit... Dizzy. Sorry... I can’t... Keep the Orrieres thing...” Without warning, the energy flow that had been constant for the last hour vanished completely, causing Kestral to Shift against her will back into her human form. The four marbles that had been orbiting her vanished as well. Looking up fearfully at Alice, she saw the girl sway from side to side, as though she were about to faint.
Immediately Kestral was at Alice’s side, holding her up. This is bad, she thought, looking up at the now-freed enemy. She didn’t have the power to fight it, now. The bird didn’t seem to have an interest in them at the moment, joyed by the return of its flight, but they didn’t have long before it would come after them again.
Kestral looked down at the young sorceress in her arms. Alice stirred and opened her eyes, looking up at the archer for a moment before gathering energy in her palms. Before Kestral could tell her to save her strength, Alice had conjured a beautiful black arrow, similar to Kestral’s own, but with a darker, stronger power within it.
“You can still shoot it... Right? I... Can’t do more than this now...” Alice then drew away from Kestral and sat silently atop her Jack of Hearts in exhaustion, now mostly unaware of the world around her. Kestral looked at her and then at the arrow given to her, and her will hardened.
“Thank you,” she said to Alice, who didn’t respond. She stood and looked at the bird, who’d finally remembered them and was now preparing to dive down at them for a killing blow. Kestral took the arrow and notched it against Celoivera, who shivered at the unfamiliar energy but didn’t reject it. Kestral breathed in slowly, aiming at the bird who’d hurt them both so badly... the archer’s eyes narrowed, and she fired.
Instead of an arc of amber energy, as it normally would’ve been, the energy was red and black, and five times more intense than Kestral’s energy alone could’ve achieved. She stood in awe as the arrow made contact, hitting the bird directly in the forehead. It cried out in agony as its entire body was encased in the black and red flames and ripped into burning shreds. The bird was dead.
As the bird fell in pieces around her, Kestral exhaled in victory. Kestral knelt down next to Alice and hugged her, sharing the victory with her partner even if she didn’t return it. “We did it,” she said, holding her closer. “We won, Alice. We--”
Her heart stopped. The air froze over again. This time, however, it wasn’t a physical chill, but one that took hold of her in her very soul. Kestral tightened her hold on Alice protectively as she looked up towards the source of that energy, filled to the very brim of her existence with fear.
"Yami ni madoishi awarena kage yo
Hito o kizutsuke otoshimete,
Tsumi ni oboreshi gō no tama,
Ippen... shinde miru?"
Hito o kizutsuke otoshimete,
Tsumi ni oboreshi gō no tama,
Ippen... shinde miru?"
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Pixelmage - Joined: Sun Sep 30, 2012 2:08 pm
- Location: Brazil
Re: RPG
by Guyshane on Sun Nov 11, 2012 6:01 pm
Holy Crap. He just took out our evil overlord WITH HIS MIND. Red didn’t really think that the assassin, Sabrac if Red recalled correctly, was actually dead. Clearly he’s much more than human I had my suspicions before he shielded me from that attack earlier but he’s definitely something from beyond our dimension.However much I mocked him I really was impressed by his display. However such thoughts would have to wait as the dark god’s servant summoned three, no wait four immensely powerful roc’s to attack them.
Today just really is not our day. Red now looked at the four creatures surrounding the group. Fire, Ice, Electricity, and I don’t even know what that last one does.
The loudmouth immediately flew off to fight the fire bird.
How completely unsurprising. Still I hope she survives, she annoys me but it doesn’t seem like anyone else in the group has a sense of humor. Then again maybe I should be more worried about how long it takes before she blows something up.
He saw Kestral being assaulted by the ice roc and was about to go help her. But before he could Red’s hair stood on end and there was a distinct smell of ozone. What in the- AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!
Red came back to his senses a few moments later. It couldn’t have been very long since he could still hear the sounds of fighting and the roc with control over lighting was still hovering overhead, However none of those thoughts were the first on Red’s mind. GAAHHH! Fuck that hurts! What the hell? Then Red looked down at the source of his pain and saw his arm bloodied and covered in mostly 2nd and a few 3rd degree burns. He didn’t even know how to describe the pain he was feeling.Red had dealt with a lot of backired spells and potions at the college but never had anything hurt him quiet like this. However Red was a stubborn soul and the pain was making him as angry as much as it hurt
Red stood shakely to his feet discovering along the way that his left ankle was hurt such that he had to limp. He saw his staff embedded in the ground about 50 feet away still crackling with discharge. The staff acting as a lighting rod had saved his life..barely. Red yelled at the monster that had nearly killed him.
“Hey you! Is that the best you can do? My grandpa slings lighting better than you do, and he’s been dead for over a decade!” The bird seemed surprised by the fact that Red was still alive. Probably not the bird, more likely this Mewtwo character controlling the bird. The bird swept past and shot more electricity at him. It’s aim was high and Red managed a dodge that more closely resembled falling which was just one more pain for his already worn out body.
“Your aim sucks!” Red wheezed from his spot on the ground. The bird started gathering electricity from the sky ready to channel it to finish Red off. Wait…if he has to recharge than I has a limited capacity which means...Red had a plan it was a crazy plan and if he was wrong it would be all their lives but he had to try. The bird pulled up in front of Red, ready to annihilate him.
Then Red hit it with a lightning bolt of his own. The attack didn’t actually hurt the great beast but that wasn’t the point of the attack. Besides it did surprise the bird (though wheter it was from the impact of the lighting or the sheer gall of someone to attack it with its own element Red didn’t know) long enough for Red to start hobbling in one direction. As the beast swung around towards Red. And caught more lighting bolts that Red cast at it, this time the bolts impacting around the eyes, causing the roc to veer off-course. Red hit it with more lighting during its temporary retreat but he was starting to feel the fatigue. I didn’t really take my condition into account when I started this plan, well to late now just got to stay the course.
Then the bird dive-bombed the weakened mage. Fine if that’s the way you want to play then I’ll make sure my last spell will take you with me. Red was prepared for his demise as the bird came closer.
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Ulrich was not in a good mood. First he was teleported in front of this giant castle. Then Mewtwo came out and basically proved how screwed they were by ripping a large chunk of the ground and raising it in the sky. Then he killed one of their strongest teammates. And now the four legendary birds were here to kill them. He looked over his remaining teammates to see who needed his help most.
Okay laser witch is doing good. Creepy girl and archer are doing well. So then. He looked over to see the red mage blasting Zaptos. Looks like he could use my help. He activated Nexus mode and smiled. "Nexus attack code 005 Flaming Kick!" Ulrich's leg caught fire and he jumped up and kicked the giant bird away sending it tumbling through the air and causing it to crash to the ground. "So looks like you aren't having to good of a day huh?" he offered a hand. "Whats the plan?"
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Well that was unexpected. "Whats the plan you ask? The plan is that we're going to overcharge this damn bird until it explodes."
Today just really is not our day. Red now looked at the four creatures surrounding the group. Fire, Ice, Electricity, and I don’t even know what that last one does.
The loudmouth immediately flew off to fight the fire bird.
How completely unsurprising. Still I hope she survives, she annoys me but it doesn’t seem like anyone else in the group has a sense of humor. Then again maybe I should be more worried about how long it takes before she blows something up.
He saw Kestral being assaulted by the ice roc and was about to go help her. But before he could Red’s hair stood on end and there was a distinct smell of ozone. What in the- AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!
Red came back to his senses a few moments later. It couldn’t have been very long since he could still hear the sounds of fighting and the roc with control over lighting was still hovering overhead, However none of those thoughts were the first on Red’s mind. GAAHHH! Fuck that hurts! What the hell? Then Red looked down at the source of his pain and saw his arm bloodied and covered in mostly 2nd and a few 3rd degree burns. He didn’t even know how to describe the pain he was feeling.Red had dealt with a lot of backired spells and potions at the college but never had anything hurt him quiet like this. However Red was a stubborn soul and the pain was making him as angry as much as it hurt
Red stood shakely to his feet discovering along the way that his left ankle was hurt such that he had to limp. He saw his staff embedded in the ground about 50 feet away still crackling with discharge. The staff acting as a lighting rod had saved his life..barely. Red yelled at the monster that had nearly killed him.
“Hey you! Is that the best you can do? My grandpa slings lighting better than you do, and he’s been dead for over a decade!” The bird seemed surprised by the fact that Red was still alive. Probably not the bird, more likely this Mewtwo character controlling the bird. The bird swept past and shot more electricity at him. It’s aim was high and Red managed a dodge that more closely resembled falling which was just one more pain for his already worn out body.
“Your aim sucks!” Red wheezed from his spot on the ground. The bird started gathering electricity from the sky ready to channel it to finish Red off. Wait…if he has to recharge than I has a limited capacity which means...Red had a plan it was a crazy plan and if he was wrong it would be all their lives but he had to try. The bird pulled up in front of Red, ready to annihilate him.
Then Red hit it with a lightning bolt of his own. The attack didn’t actually hurt the great beast but that wasn’t the point of the attack. Besides it did surprise the bird (though wheter it was from the impact of the lighting or the sheer gall of someone to attack it with its own element Red didn’t know) long enough for Red to start hobbling in one direction. As the beast swung around towards Red. And caught more lighting bolts that Red cast at it, this time the bolts impacting around the eyes, causing the roc to veer off-course. Red hit it with more lighting during its temporary retreat but he was starting to feel the fatigue. I didn’t really take my condition into account when I started this plan, well to late now just got to stay the course.
Then the bird dive-bombed the weakened mage. Fine if that’s the way you want to play then I’ll make sure my last spell will take you with me. Red was prepared for his demise as the bird came closer.
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Ulrich was not in a good mood. First he was teleported in front of this giant castle. Then Mewtwo came out and basically proved how screwed they were by ripping a large chunk of the ground and raising it in the sky. Then he killed one of their strongest teammates. And now the four legendary birds were here to kill them. He looked over his remaining teammates to see who needed his help most.
Okay laser witch is doing good. Creepy girl and archer are doing well. So then. He looked over to see the red mage blasting Zaptos. Looks like he could use my help. He activated Nexus mode and smiled. "Nexus attack code 005 Flaming Kick!" Ulrich's leg caught fire and he jumped up and kicked the giant bird away sending it tumbling through the air and causing it to crash to the ground. "So looks like you aren't having to good of a day huh?" he offered a hand. "Whats the plan?"
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Well that was unexpected. "Whats the plan you ask? The plan is that we're going to overcharge this damn bird until it explodes."
I say we nuke it from orbit...its the only way to be sure.
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Guyshane - Joined: Fri Sep 28, 2012 9:45 pm
Re: RPG
by Lordxana0 on Mon Nov 12, 2012 12:47 am
Ulrich smiled. "I like this plan, just so happens I can help out too. when I begin to glow red send one of your lightening bolts at me, I will redirect it with five times the power you throw it, then we overcharge this thing" he got into a stance and closed his eyes. "Nexus Defense Code 0..." before he could finish the ritual massive fireballs began to rain from the sky. "Crap" he pushed red a few feet back and jumped away as a fireball almost crashed on them. "What the freaking he..." before he could finish the thought a blast of energy shot out by the bird of thunder directly at him. The blast picked him off the ground and threw him a few feet back. "Crap I can't finish the ritual and dodge this fire at the same time, any chance of you doing something about that?" he called out to the mage before dodging another blast of fire.
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Anything I can do? I'm half dead already...still if he needs the time Red dodged to the side to avoid a fireball which scraped his already injured arm, sending a new jolt of pain. Then an idea occurred to him. Red threw out a wide spread of fireballs which collided and detonated the firestorm, forcing the bird away. "You have a few minutes" he called out. "hurry up, we've got to make this work or we're all dead"
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"That was all I needed" he took the stance once again. "Nexus Defense Code 005 Rebounding Energy..."
Zaptos let loose an almighty caw and sent a massive bolt of lightening at Ulrich. The ground around him broke up and crumbled but when the dust cleared he was standing their perfectly fine. His entire body was surrounded by a red aura that was currently crackling with electricity. "Okay add to it! I can't hold it for too long without it hurting me"
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"Okay here we go" Red raised his left hand and gathered energy from the sky. As much as he could it was a struggle to stay conscious after all the energy he had been slinging. Zapdos flew by and fired another bolt at him. Sucker, thanks for the help. Red promptly stole the attack to add to the energy he was already gathering, Until he held a ball of power in his hand to intense and bright to look at. Here goes everything. Red flung the ball at Ulrich and fell to his knees, exhausted.
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Ulrich felt the ball of energy hit him and absorbed every last bit of it into his aura. "Hey thunder chicken!" Zaptos turned toward him and let loose an angry caw. "Real scary, but I have only one word for you" Ulrich pointed his palm at the giant bird and smiled. "Redirect" Ulrich let loose a massive bolt of red and black energy at the bird. When it hit a few interesting things happened. First of all its body caught fire from the pure heat that was caused by the blast. The second was that the creature was frozen in midair. Followed by a nice, loud, satisfying explosion as the bird overloaded. "In your face you giant bird" Ulrich fell out of Nexus mode and dropped to one knee. "Okay that is about all I..." Before he could say another word he felt a massive darkness overcome him, as if the fight just now had been a warm up for what was to come. A calm before the sto... no storm was underselling it, a calm before a typhoon.
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Anything I can do? I'm half dead already...still if he needs the time Red dodged to the side to avoid a fireball which scraped his already injured arm, sending a new jolt of pain. Then an idea occurred to him. Red threw out a wide spread of fireballs which collided and detonated the firestorm, forcing the bird away. "You have a few minutes" he called out. "hurry up, we've got to make this work or we're all dead"
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"That was all I needed" he took the stance once again. "Nexus Defense Code 005 Rebounding Energy..."
Zaptos let loose an almighty caw and sent a massive bolt of lightening at Ulrich. The ground around him broke up and crumbled but when the dust cleared he was standing their perfectly fine. His entire body was surrounded by a red aura that was currently crackling with electricity. "Okay add to it! I can't hold it for too long without it hurting me"
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"Okay here we go" Red raised his left hand and gathered energy from the sky. As much as he could it was a struggle to stay conscious after all the energy he had been slinging. Zapdos flew by and fired another bolt at him. Sucker, thanks for the help. Red promptly stole the attack to add to the energy he was already gathering, Until he held a ball of power in his hand to intense and bright to look at. Here goes everything. Red flung the ball at Ulrich and fell to his knees, exhausted.
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Ulrich felt the ball of energy hit him and absorbed every last bit of it into his aura. "Hey thunder chicken!" Zaptos turned toward him and let loose an angry caw. "Real scary, but I have only one word for you" Ulrich pointed his palm at the giant bird and smiled. "Redirect" Ulrich let loose a massive bolt of red and black energy at the bird. When it hit a few interesting things happened. First of all its body caught fire from the pure heat that was caused by the blast. The second was that the creature was frozen in midair. Followed by a nice, loud, satisfying explosion as the bird overloaded. "In your face you giant bird" Ulrich fell out of Nexus mode and dropped to one knee. "Okay that is about all I..." Before he could say another word he felt a massive darkness overcome him, as if the fight just now had been a warm up for what was to come. A calm before the sto... no storm was underselling it, a calm before a typhoon.
Who you going to call? ME!
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Lordxana0 - Joined: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:36 pm
- Location: Long Beach
Re: RPG
by Victin on Sat Nov 17, 2012 7:01 pm
Once he got teleported to... Wherever that place was, Isaac barely had the time to enjoy the company of his friends. His and the others' keys opened a door of a castle... And then it was suddenly destroyed. A dread creature appeared and spoke, but was stopped by the Red Man. Even then, he only seemed lightly annoyed. He dispatched the Red Man and summoned three creatures that Isaac saw, one of fire, one of ice and another of thunder. Oh, damnit. I can't beat these creatures. Better run away.
Isaac turned his back to the monsters and ran through the wreckage. He passed through piles and piles of stone, bricks and wood. He saw what seemed the leftovers of a neaty living room. And suddenly it was on fire. Giant fireballs started to rain through the remains of the castle. It was hell on Earth. Suddenly everything started to burn too. Isaac looked at the sky, and saw the Witch fighting a Fire Bird. And he saw a giant sphere of flames heading directly at him too. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
Within a blink of an eye, Isaac suddenly was lifted in the air. The Angel had saved him, from the incoming fire. "T-Thanks!"
"You're welcome." - The Angel replied. He held Isaac with trouble, due to this bag, but yet they managed to fly accordingly.
He dropped Isaac right ahead, in behind the castle, further enough from the fire. "Okay, now what do we do?" - The Angel said - "We go back to the battle?" Isaac didn't how to answer that. I don't think I'm strong enough to go back, but... Isaac looked around. And high in the sky, over the ocean, he saw a pair of red glowing points in the black sky. He also noted that the clouds were starting to whirl around them. "Oh crap." Said the Angel. And as he said that, a dark orb of energy appeared and gusts of wind started to blow at it. Then, a beam of shandowy wind came whirling at Isaac, but the Angel took him away. The creature come closer to the land, and lighting lit his face. "Good God! I thought that was the Red Man! We are safe!" - Said Isaac.
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Jacob put the kid in the ground and looked at the creature that just attack them.
OHMYGOD, IS THAT LUGIA? OH CRAP, THAT IS LUGIA!
BATTLE: Jacob Finch VS. Lugia
Jacob picked his bow up and started firing Feather Arrows at Lugia, but the latter flapped his wings and sent all of the arrows away, and yet fired a powerful gust of wind at Finch and his friend. After being sent back a few meters, Finch tried firing once again, but this time, Lugia swiftly moved to the side, and headed in Jacob's direction. While moving, he became cloaked in a harsh light.
CRAPCRAPCRAP GOTTA RUN
He held Isaac and tried to take flight, but due to the boy's bag he barely managed to fly a few meters and he already fell in the ground.
Lugia uses ゴッドバード!
WHAT ATTACK IS THAT!? AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
Lugia passed as a rocket less than one meter behind Finch's back, but the sheer shockwave generated by the attack threw Jacob and the kid away.
Good. This was a close one. Wait, is Lugia making a turn? CRAP! LUGIA IS MAKING A TURN!
Finch tried effortlessly to dodge, but Lugia came at full speed in his direction. He held his shield with one hand and the kid in the other, trying to protect both of 'em, as Lugia hit Jacob an sent them flying a few hundred meters back, stopping at the shore.
Damnit. I need to heal, but I can't do it with Lugia attacking me like this.
Finch stood up with trouble and helped the boy to do so.
Lugia uses みらいよち!
As Lugia shoot a blue energy beam in the sky, Finch got his bow and arrow at hand.
Okay, how will I even do that? Uh? What's this? - The boy handed a bent spoon to him - Uh... Thanks?
The kid smiled, and cheerfully told to Jacob: "Go get him!"
Finch smirked. Well, I can't let this kid all alone. Let's go!
Finch uses Magic Wing: Wing Guard!
Finch goes into a ring of protection!
Jacob goes flying into Lugia's direction, whom has raised in the air, almost in the cloud.
It seems to be charging up with Thunder! This is my chance!
He got closer to Lugia and started to shoot arrows at it, but once again, the bird easily dodged and attacked Jacob.
Lugia used かみなり!
An yellow lighting bolt came from the dark sky and hit Finch's barrier, and it was powerful enough to break it.
"GULP! Oh, wait, WHAT!"
As Lugia attacked, it was hit on the back by some of Finch's arrows!
HOW DID I DO THAT!? WAS IT LUCK! OR... COULD IT BE!?
Jacob stared at the Spoon for one second, and managed to feel some sort of psychic power flowing from it.
No, Finch. Focus.
Thunders hit the ground. The wind got stronger. Lugia was... angry.
TIME TO ATTACK!
Finch uses Magic Wing: Flame Wing!
Jacob's wings got covered in orange flames and he headed in Lugia's direction. Okay, I'll pick my sword and... AAAAAHHH!
Lugia uses オウムがえし!
Lugia's wings also lightened up, and both it and Jacob clashed. They both retreated, and got ready for another impact.
Finch uses Magic Wing: Flame Wing!
Lugia uses Blazing Star ~ Ten Evil Stars!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The godlike bird swiftly created and shot a handful miniature suns at Jacob. Finch tried to dodge as fast as he could, but effortlessly was hit by the second blast that passed throught him, but he luckily defended himself closing his wings. The fire around them glowed brighter, and the flames doubled in size.
Whoa! What's going on? At this rate I'll-UGH!
From the sky, a blue energy beam came and hit Jacob's back. He slowly fell, as he tried to dodge the incoming fire. He hit the ground, and the boy came running to him. He watched as he dodge the burning orbs, and the land exploding in pure hell.
Isaac turned his back to the monsters and ran through the wreckage. He passed through piles and piles of stone, bricks and wood. He saw what seemed the leftovers of a neaty living room. And suddenly it was on fire. Giant fireballs started to rain through the remains of the castle. It was hell on Earth. Suddenly everything started to burn too. Isaac looked at the sky, and saw the Witch fighting a Fire Bird. And he saw a giant sphere of flames heading directly at him too. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
Within a blink of an eye, Isaac suddenly was lifted in the air. The Angel had saved him, from the incoming fire. "T-Thanks!"
"You're welcome." - The Angel replied. He held Isaac with trouble, due to this bag, but yet they managed to fly accordingly.
He dropped Isaac right ahead, in behind the castle, further enough from the fire. "Okay, now what do we do?" - The Angel said - "We go back to the battle?" Isaac didn't how to answer that. I don't think I'm strong enough to go back, but... Isaac looked around. And high in the sky, over the ocean, he saw a pair of red glowing points in the black sky. He also noted that the clouds were starting to whirl around them. "Oh crap." Said the Angel. And as he said that, a dark orb of energy appeared and gusts of wind started to blow at it. Then, a beam of shandowy wind came whirling at Isaac, but the Angel took him away. The creature come closer to the land, and lighting lit his face. "Good God! I thought that was the Red Man! We are safe!" - Said Isaac.
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Jacob put the kid in the ground and looked at the creature that just attack them.
OHMYGOD, IS THAT LUGIA? OH CRAP, THAT IS LUGIA!
BATTLE: Jacob Finch VS. Lugia
Jacob picked his bow up and started firing Feather Arrows at Lugia, but the latter flapped his wings and sent all of the arrows away, and yet fired a powerful gust of wind at Finch and his friend. After being sent back a few meters, Finch tried firing once again, but this time, Lugia swiftly moved to the side, and headed in Jacob's direction. While moving, he became cloaked in a harsh light.
CRAPCRAPCRAP GOTTA RUN
He held Isaac and tried to take flight, but due to the boy's bag he barely managed to fly a few meters and he already fell in the ground.
Lugia uses ゴッドバード!
WHAT ATTACK IS THAT!? AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
Lugia passed as a rocket less than one meter behind Finch's back, but the sheer shockwave generated by the attack threw Jacob and the kid away.
Good. This was a close one. Wait, is Lugia making a turn? CRAP! LUGIA IS MAKING A TURN!
Finch tried effortlessly to dodge, but Lugia came at full speed in his direction. He held his shield with one hand and the kid in the other, trying to protect both of 'em, as Lugia hit Jacob an sent them flying a few hundred meters back, stopping at the shore.
Damnit. I need to heal, but I can't do it with Lugia attacking me like this.
Finch stood up with trouble and helped the boy to do so.
Lugia uses みらいよち!
As Lugia shoot a blue energy beam in the sky, Finch got his bow and arrow at hand.
Okay, how will I even do that? Uh? What's this? - The boy handed a bent spoon to him - Uh... Thanks?
The kid smiled, and cheerfully told to Jacob: "Go get him!"
Finch smirked. Well, I can't let this kid all alone. Let's go!
Finch uses Magic Wing: Wing Guard!
Finch goes into a ring of protection!
Jacob goes flying into Lugia's direction, whom has raised in the air, almost in the cloud.
It seems to be charging up with Thunder! This is my chance!
He got closer to Lugia and started to shoot arrows at it, but once again, the bird easily dodged and attacked Jacob.
Lugia used かみなり!
An yellow lighting bolt came from the dark sky and hit Finch's barrier, and it was powerful enough to break it.
"GULP! Oh, wait, WHAT!"
As Lugia attacked, it was hit on the back by some of Finch's arrows!
HOW DID I DO THAT!? WAS IT LUCK! OR... COULD IT BE!?
Jacob stared at the Spoon for one second, and managed to feel some sort of psychic power flowing from it.
No, Finch. Focus.
Thunders hit the ground. The wind got stronger. Lugia was... angry.
TIME TO ATTACK!
Finch uses Magic Wing: Flame Wing!
Jacob's wings got covered in orange flames and he headed in Lugia's direction. Okay, I'll pick my sword and... AAAAAHHH!
Lugia uses オウムがえし!
Lugia's wings also lightened up, and both it and Jacob clashed. They both retreated, and got ready for another impact.
Finch uses Magic Wing: Flame Wing!
Lugia uses Blazing Star ~ Ten Evil Stars!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The godlike bird swiftly created and shot a handful miniature suns at Jacob. Finch tried to dodge as fast as he could, but effortlessly was hit by the second blast that passed throught him, but he luckily defended himself closing his wings. The fire around them glowed brighter, and the flames doubled in size.
Whoa! What's going on? At this rate I'll-UGH!
From the sky, a blue energy beam came and hit Jacob's back. He slowly fell, as he tried to dodge the incoming fire. He hit the ground, and the boy came running to him. He watched as he dodge the burning orbs, and the land exploding in pure hell.
Dolphins are some of the smartest animals, yes, but by human standards… Let's say you should praise the god that forces them to stay handless and underwater.
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Victin - Joined: Sat Sep 29, 2012 12:17 pm
- Location: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Re: RPG
by The Finch on Mon Nov 19, 2012 3:43 pm
Jacob felt the beam of Lugia's Future Sight come well over his body as he crashed towards the ground. He felt more and more weak, falling when the boy tried to give him a book. He didn't know what would happen, but he knew he had to do something.
The kid stopped in front of Jacob, and helped him to stand up.
"Thanks, kid. Wait, what is this?"
The boy gave him a white book, with a red 'A' in the cover.
"Uh... Okay. Well, your spoon helped me back there, so, what does this book do?"
"It makes boom!" And just as the kid said it, he grinned. Not as crazy as Marisa, but even then, creepy.
Jacob got the book and turned to Lugia. No time for Box Time. Gotta go fight now.
Lugia uses Blazing Star ~ Ten Evil Stars!
Crap. Crap, crap, crap. Ok. Now I won't just kill Lugia. No. That'd be too good.
The look on Jacob's face changed. Now he was... Angry. No. He wasn't angry. He was... Furious. But also tranquil. Either way, Finch took flight, and doged the few suns from the previous attack, while watching over the new ones. Jacob then shoot a swarm of arrows at Lugia, who managed to dodge most of them, but took some hits. The bird got angrier, and started to gather eletricity in a ball over it head with its wings.
Lugia uses エレキボール!
Instead of shooting it at Finch, Lugia shot the storm over them. Thunderbolts started to shock the clouds, and Lugia gathered another orb of energy over his head and shot it at Jacob.
Lugia uses エレキボール!
Wait, so this is his plan?
Jacob watched the orb move faster than the suns, but these were making a circle around Finch. Dodging the eletric orb would mean being hit by one of them. And being hit by one of them would be worst than being hit by the eletric orb. Jacob couldn't see, but Lugia grinned. And vice-versa. Finch raised in the air and picked up his sword. And before he could be hit by the sun, he used one of his powers.
Finch uses Magic Wing: Flame Wing!
Lugia's smile disappeared from its face when it saw Jacob passing through one of the flame spheres undamaged. But Finch wasn't done yet. His sword started to charge up with fiery power, but Lugia wouldn't let him stand a chance.
Finch flew up high!
Lugia uses Hyper Beam!
The bird's face was priceless. His shocked face when his attack missed Finch was one of the funniest things the latter had seen. And now it was defenseless angainst him.
Finch uses Dive Bomb!
"With the combinated power of my Finch's Fiery Blade, Wing Bomb and Flame Wings, I bring you..."
"FINCH'S LEVIATHAN!"
The burning power of Jacob's wings passed down to his blade, and this one's fire increased in size. Now it was roughly three times longer than Finch himself. It then cut throught Lugia's left wing, as the bird tried to run away.
"NOT SO FAST!"
Finch uses Anarchist Cookbook!
6 bombs appeared around the godlike Pokemon, very close to exploding.
BGM: This is the Moment: Jekyll and Hyde: The Musical- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31i-5F__1tw
THIS IS THE MOMENT! DAMN ALL THE ODDS!
Jacob reached into his inventory and pulled out his bow and an arrow.
THIS DAY OR NEVER, I SIT FOREVER WITH THE GODS!
He put the arrow to the string and pulled back.
WHEN I LOOK BACK, I WILL RECALL
The bow went back as far as it could.
MOMENT FOR MOMENT
"Steady..."
THIS WAS THE MOMENT!
"One..."
THE GREATEST MOMENT
"Two..."
OF THEM ALL!
"THREE!"
TWANG!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
By his back, Jacob was hit by a deathly cold. He started to fall down into a frozen state of mind, in more ways in one.
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Cain had trouble dodging the falling suns. After the Angel went to fight some sort of flying monster, Isaac simply disappeared and let him to run from the incoming fire by himself. And if that wasn't enough a giant eletric ball fell from the sky too. He dodge it just in time. If it wasn't by his eyepatch...
Wow! What's going on? Cain looked at the battle. The Angel used some sort of fire based power and attacked the bird, and then he exploded it. He must have used the Cookbook. Cain smirked. And he wacthed the Angel falls to one side and the Bird to another. Actually, the bird seemed to come at Cain's direction. Oh no!
The Bird crashed close to Cain. Even thought, he had the feeling it could attack him at any time. Okay, I need to fight it myself. He went closer to the beast. It was badly injuried. It seemed dead, but it still breathed. Suddenly, it started to stand up. "Oh, no! You won't be alive!" Cain got the Nail, and pressed it angainst his hand.
Cain jumped over Lugia and kept it laying down. Before it could react, he hit it with his horns and bit it too. After many hits, a cut was made on its back, and Cain put a bomb at it. He backed off and watched, and Lugia exploded and blood splashed all over the place, including on Cain's face. The effects of the Nail started to wear off, so he put it back on the inventory. Then he went to see the Angel.
He was frozen. And shocked at Cain's sight. Cain decided to try the potions he had on it, and the last one of them did unfroze him. But before he could say a word about Cain, a dreaded energy surrounded them. A dark sight of the beggining, of the end.
The kid stopped in front of Jacob, and helped him to stand up.
"Thanks, kid. Wait, what is this?"
The boy gave him a white book, with a red 'A' in the cover.
"Uh... Okay. Well, your spoon helped me back there, so, what does this book do?"
"It makes boom!" And just as the kid said it, he grinned. Not as crazy as Marisa, but even then, creepy.
Jacob got the book and turned to Lugia. No time for Box Time. Gotta go fight now.
Lugia uses Blazing Star ~ Ten Evil Stars!
Crap. Crap, crap, crap. Ok. Now I won't just kill Lugia. No. That'd be too good.
The look on Jacob's face changed. Now he was... Angry. No. He wasn't angry. He was... Furious. But also tranquil. Either way, Finch took flight, and doged the few suns from the previous attack, while watching over the new ones. Jacob then shoot a swarm of arrows at Lugia, who managed to dodge most of them, but took some hits. The bird got angrier, and started to gather eletricity in a ball over it head with its wings.
Lugia uses エレキボール!
Instead of shooting it at Finch, Lugia shot the storm over them. Thunderbolts started to shock the clouds, and Lugia gathered another orb of energy over his head and shot it at Jacob.
Lugia uses エレキボール!
Wait, so this is his plan?
Jacob watched the orb move faster than the suns, but these were making a circle around Finch. Dodging the eletric orb would mean being hit by one of them. And being hit by one of them would be worst than being hit by the eletric orb. Jacob couldn't see, but Lugia grinned. And vice-versa. Finch raised in the air and picked up his sword. And before he could be hit by the sun, he used one of his powers.
Finch uses Magic Wing: Flame Wing!
Lugia's smile disappeared from its face when it saw Jacob passing through one of the flame spheres undamaged. But Finch wasn't done yet. His sword started to charge up with fiery power, but Lugia wouldn't let him stand a chance.
Finch flew up high!
Lugia uses Hyper Beam!
The bird's face was priceless. His shocked face when his attack missed Finch was one of the funniest things the latter had seen. And now it was defenseless angainst him.
Finch uses Dive Bomb!
"With the combinated power of my Finch's Fiery Blade, Wing Bomb and Flame Wings, I bring you..."
"FINCH'S LEVIATHAN!"
The burning power of Jacob's wings passed down to his blade, and this one's fire increased in size. Now it was roughly three times longer than Finch himself. It then cut throught Lugia's left wing, as the bird tried to run away.
"NOT SO FAST!"
Finch uses Anarchist Cookbook!
6 bombs appeared around the godlike Pokemon, very close to exploding.
BGM: This is the Moment: Jekyll and Hyde: The Musical- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31i-5F__1tw
THIS IS THE MOMENT! DAMN ALL THE ODDS!
Jacob reached into his inventory and pulled out his bow and an arrow.
THIS DAY OR NEVER, I SIT FOREVER WITH THE GODS!
He put the arrow to the string and pulled back.
WHEN I LOOK BACK, I WILL RECALL
The bow went back as far as it could.
MOMENT FOR MOMENT
"Steady..."
THIS WAS THE MOMENT!
"One..."
THE GREATEST MOMENT
"Two..."
OF THEM ALL!
"THREE!"
TWANG!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
By his back, Jacob was hit by a deathly cold. He started to fall down into a frozen state of mind, in more ways in one.
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Cain had trouble dodging the falling suns. After the Angel went to fight some sort of flying monster, Isaac simply disappeared and let him to run from the incoming fire by himself. And if that wasn't enough a giant eletric ball fell from the sky too. He dodge it just in time. If it wasn't by his eyepatch...
Wow! What's going on? Cain looked at the battle. The Angel used some sort of fire based power and attacked the bird, and then he exploded it. He must have used the Cookbook. Cain smirked. And he wacthed the Angel falls to one side and the Bird to another. Actually, the bird seemed to come at Cain's direction. Oh no!
The Bird crashed close to Cain. Even thought, he had the feeling it could attack him at any time. Okay, I need to fight it myself. He went closer to the beast. It was badly injuried. It seemed dead, but it still breathed. Suddenly, it started to stand up. "Oh, no! You won't be alive!" Cain got the Nail, and pressed it angainst his hand.
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Cain jumped over Lugia and kept it laying down. Before it could react, he hit it with his horns and bit it too. After many hits, a cut was made on its back, and Cain put a bomb at it. He backed off and watched, and Lugia exploded and blood splashed all over the place, including on Cain's face. The effects of the Nail started to wear off, so he put it back on the inventory. Then he went to see the Angel.
He was frozen. And shocked at Cain's sight. Cain decided to try the potions he had on it, and the last one of them did unfroze him. But before he could say a word about Cain, a dreaded energy surrounded them. A dark sight of the beggining, of the end.
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