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[Ignem]

IGNEM ASHPHALT​

Ignem was recovering from the hit he had gotten from the rocks. He was able to move his arm freely now with some pain that he could easily ignore. He eyes fell on a shadow coming from the fog. He found out it was Adrius with Zima in his arms. Adrius handed Zima to him. He set the girl down on the floor against a rock that was there, broken from the rampaging Worduken.

"Damn it!" He heard Adrius say. Ignem turned to see Adrius on one knee clearly having a look of frustation on his face.

"Its not the time to be frustated, " black haired magician said, "The plan was to bury that demon under the ruins of those pillars. But none of that is possible if the ruins do not fall or the demon doesn't come here."

He continued, "If you have the stamina in you, you can go and be the bait for the Worducken to come here or help to break the pillars." Just as he finished telling what they could do, he noticed the fog getting cleared off the ruins. He noticed Euphemia being the one clearing the fog. Though her windwall soon transformed to a protection spell for Ayer who was on the ground as the Worducken approached him. The spells from Euphemia's demon was able to stop the Worducken from attacking.

Ignem quickly sprinted into action running towards the demon. He stopped somewhere near Euphemia and brought his hand up.

"Essence Rack!!!" He yelled. A blue bolt of energy shot out of his hand.

Dice roll d10- Outcome: 9
Final Outcome: 14

The bolt struck the huge demon as it roared in pain. Ignem knew that the spell did not had enough power to kill the demon, but it would surely cause intense pain to the demon.

"That will definitely get its attention, " he muttered.

Lekiel Mqueserasera Wilder28 Ace Cream Euclid Leaf

 

[Ace Cream]

ZIMA

Zima gasped for air. For a few moments there she fell unconscious and now she was panicking, thinking that she was still in the middle of the battlefield. Only when she caught a glance at the exhausted Adrius that she knew what was actually happened. She took a few deep breath to regain her composure.

Her body was bruised in a lot of place, especially the right side where the demon slammed her. Fortunately there didn't seems to be any particularly fatal injuries, just some open wounds and a slightly dislocated shoulder. Ah, dislocated shoulder. Zima sweared as she prepared herself for a temporary fix. She grabbed the wrist of her right hand and slowly but surely pulls it forward, popping her shoulder back to where it was supposed to be. Not perfect, her right arm was trembling and it would likely swells tomorrow, but the ongoing adrenaline rush would help her to keep going for now.

"This reminds me of a time when my gramps accidentally punched my face for real in a spar, but ten times worse." Zima said to Adrius while she took a moment to let the worst of the pain subsides. When the pain finally dulled she stood up and grabbed her imprifle, she also noticed a rather bulky imprifle next to them and after checking that the canister still had some silverite she slung Loftgarden's imprifle across her shoulder.

"You rest, I'm going in."

Gritting her teeth to fight the continous pain, Zima ran towards where the Worduken was getting bombarded by Euphemina's demon and Ignem. She was rather trigger happy during the early phase of the fight so now she was left with three impcanister left. One in her rifle, one in Loftgarden's and one in her pocket, but none of them were in full power so she was thinking to use an alternative. She didn't carry any offensive petricigacio and she can't use evocation. That leaves her with some basic conjuration spells and... uh, some transveratus.

Zima didn't like using transveratus for combat, too unreliable. She was mostly used it to discipline her demons or some laid back fun experimentation. Still, she shouldn't be picky right now. As she arrived behind the demon, she pulled a small vial of black liquid and threw it towards the demon head. She was hoping that it would turns into fire or other destructive reactions like it was usually do but instead it explodes into glitters. Sparkling glitters.

"Huhh.." She really didn't have much luck right now, huh. Zima scoffed at the result and turned her gaze away as if trying to unacknowledge it. Instead she ran towards the pillar in the distance.

"Ignem, to the pillar!" She yelled as she passed the boy.

Ignem Wilder28 Euclid Leaf Mqueserasera Lekiel

 

[revior]

Finn Arland
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It was only the first trial, the first of what is sure to be many to come. And yet, here they are, beaten and battered, the supposed best of the best from each school. Thanks to the dark mist, Finn couldn't see everybody, but for those that he can spot, most are injured and worn out in some way. It almost made him feel bad about staying at the back this whole time. Still, if he went with them, he wouldn't have survived, much less lasted any extent of time. Thinking about it like that, perhaps it's not so surprising that they're in such a terrible state after facing down a singular Demon. If someone like him got chosen, how much better would the other's be?

"Haaa..." Finn takes a inhales deeply. Now is not the time to be self-deprecating.

"Huuu..." he exhales, feeling a painful soreness at the back of his throat.

It's getting harder to breathe and his eyelids are heavy. Cold sweat is dripping down his back and he could feel his body temperature rising. This has nothing to do with the mist. If only it was something so magical, then his condition as a Nullreiwmer would have dampened its effects. No, this is just something he was born with, the frailness of flesh that he somehow managed to survive with till this moment.

How much longer? He asks in silence, daring not to speak it out loud. It's hard to see through the thick mist. Can I really land a shot like this?

Xi climbs up his back and stands upon his shoulder. There, he whispers into Finn's ear, speaking words intended for only Finn to hear.

"A plan relying on so many others is in many ways, precarious. If even one of you fails, the plan may fall apart. Let us hope it is not you who will fail it, Master Finn."

The accursed familiar. Of all things, it took the form of a rat, the very symbol of pestilence, his eternal plight. From the very moment Finn had summoned Xi, the Demon had blighted him so. Always ever so subtly taunting him, testing him, chipping away at his will but never allowing him to break. The fun ends when the Magician breaks, after all. The Foliot pays his master like an instrument in the hands of a maestro, knowing exactly where and when to push and pull at Finn to his very limit, but never past it. It was also Xi who pushed Finn into the path of becoming a Master Magician. There was once a time when Finn had considered taking over his family's business, but Xi pushed him, provoked him. He accused the young Finn of taking the 'easy way' out when he had the potential for so much more. The Demon had seen through the boy, behind all of his pretense of responsibility and paying back his 'debt', there lies the guilt of being born frail and worthless. The Demon saw through it all and made them into its strings, the boy his puppet, dancing upon its palm.

Finn clenches his fingers upon the Silversling tighter than he ought to, though he had little will left in him to even click his tongue, much less send back a retort. At this point, there is only one thing he can do, one thing he is even capable of doing. In that case, nothing is simpler. There's no need to overthink it. When the time comes, all he has to do, all he needs to do, all he intends to do, is to take aim and shoot.

Roll 1d10 = 8
Final Score = 12