Main Story [Kingslayer Arc]

[Illusionus]

Aden Bourne

"Card Magic: Feather Touch! Iron Defence!" Aden looks over at Jessie to see that she had thrown some cards at her. Despite not knowing what the spell she had cast, he felt a change in him and knew what the spell had done. He smiles and gives a thumbs up to the girl, acknowledging and thanking her for her spell.


"Card Magic: Explosion!" Once the two cards strike and explode upon the demon, Aden dashes forward with speed that he could never imagine. He slashes straight through the demon and skids to a stop a few feet away from it. Standing bacck upright, he looks back to see what he had done to the demon. Instead of seeing the creature defeated, Aden only saw a giant fist rocketing towards him. Not having time to requip to a shield, he instinctively tries to block with his sword. Thankfully he didn't recieve the complete force of the beast's attack, but is still thrown back a few feet onto his back and breaking a couple chairs.


Aden stands back up after being throown back. Thankfully, due to Jessie's magic, he wasn't harmed nearly as much as he could have been. He sees her behind the beast and call out to her. "Hey! Go find the other girl. I think I should be able to handle this thing on my own. Just make sure she's okay." Aden revs up his sword once more and prepares for the monster to strike, awaiting a response from Jessie.


@DreamBeat

 

[DreamBeat]

Jessie O'Pure


(Jess)

"Hey! Go find the other girl. I think I should be able to handle this thing on my own. Just make sure she's okay."


Jessie hesitated before answering. Her gut instincts, no matter how cowardly they were, said that she wanted to stay with a person who could fight with her. She had no idea where Vaiya was. And as much as she didn't want to think about it, her thoughts deep inside threw out the possibility that Vaiya could even be dead. In short, Jessie was afraid that she wouldn't survive out there on her own.


So that was why she answered him with a shout, "No!" and pointed another card at the monster. "Card Magic: Thunder Boom!" From the card, a flash of yellow appeared with a crackle and struck the monster, paralyzing it for only a moment. It turned to face her and raised its hand, as if to smash her. The monster was a bit slower due to the paralysis, allowing her to barely dodge the attack.


Thank goodness for her support cards! She would've been flat toast if she'd been any slower! Jessie landed somewhere near Aden. "How do we get outta here!?" She shouted over the battle sounds.


@arcaneSentinel

 

[Ivory Witch]

Millie Thorrin

Millie’s little face flushed red in adorable anger at the Rune Knight. “I’m not the ONLY one who needs to be kept safe, ya know!” she yelled at him roughly. “I can HELP too! And there’s people in there! Adrianne ran back in there, Drake’s in there! ...Master Cyan’s in there!” She looked back up at the man’s outfit again as another thing clicked in her mind. “You said you’re a knight and knights charge into danger to save people!” Of course, she was clinging to children’s books that she remembered being read to her.


Suddenly, another man walked outside and Millie looked up at him curiously. He was actually a rather funny looking fellow; he had strange glasses on and his outfit looked like half of a fancy dress suit. “Umm… hello?” Millie muttered softly although it already seemed like he was ignoring her. He only looked at her once and even then, he didn’t say anything. Millie harrumphed. She was being ignored.


Not caring if they tried to stop her because they didn’t seem to care, Millie started walking back towards the entrance of the guild hall. Her eyes occasionally flickered back to the Rune Knight and to the strange looking man as she tried to be sneaky, hoping they wouldn’t notice her start to leave. She didn’t get very far though before she jumped harshly as she heard someone call her name. Millie’s head swiveled and she saw Drake beckoning to her.


“Drake!” Millie called out his name with great enthusiasm as she ran towards him, completely forgetting how dizzy she was which meant she started to fall forward just as she got close enough to him to catch herself. “You’re ok? Is everyone else ok?” Millie stood herself up a bit, leaning against Drake.


@Peaceswore @Hellkite @DaughterofAthena

 

[AllHailDago]

Wyatt Verlock and Cipher and Caleb Augustus Malachi

Collaboration With: @Mad Prince of Sanity and @DaughterofAthena

Wyatt Verlock’s eyes turned as a man walked out of the guild hall, and he recalled having looked at that same man through his archive eyes only a moment prior. Ken Xen - yes, that was his name. He watched as the little girl ran to him and Wyatt almost laughed at how peaceful it looked to see the two of them. Too bad it wouldn’t last long.


He turned his attention quickly back to the Rune Knight who he had asked a question. Wyatt was trying to figure out how he could best be of assistance. He heard more chaos coming from inside and he took a step back from the line of guards for a moment, putting a hand on his ear, clicking a button that activated his communication. “Mimic, status report?”


Meanwhile, Cipher calmly rose a hand to a similar device in his ear. Speaking in a calm, level yet strained tone that Inventor would recognize easily as meaning he was…. less than receptive to speaking right now. “Firstly, my cover was blown by the woman, Sora I believe, who started the slaughter. Though I have evaded her and since then I have found a few targets to prepare my spell with. One Ein Silverhand in particular and Rex Ourano should do fine by themselves, though others are in the immediate area, and a little extra ‘oomph’ only hurt a few more mages.”


A small, fanatical grin spread Cipher’s lips beneath the crystalline visor of his helmet and a low chuckle escaped him, his voice becoming notably more level and calm as before “Likewise, would you mind telling me how Stormchild and Command are fairing? Their vitals and energy levels if you please?” Cipher removed his finger from his ear and noted with distinct amusement how the targets fighting the Godhand already seemed to be fighting amongst themselves. A particular small girl with paper vultures catching his particular attention on this as a single word crosses Cipher’s mind ‘fiery…’. This passing thought immediately vanishes and he awaits inventor’s reply.


Wyatt stopped, considering for a moment before his archive eyes scanned the building, looking for a familiar energy signature that he would recognize above all the others simply because he had been around it more often, and it was surprisingly easy for him to pick up on. “The kid’s doing fine. Vitals are stable, energy levels rising. I saw Command only a few moments ago. Energy levels and vitals are… promising.”


Wyatt took in all of the other information his contact had to offer although he didn’t comment on it at all. He was too busy thinking of what he needed to do at that moment in time.


Cipher nodded slowly at Wyatt’s information, sighing just a bit before beginning to think again. His reflexes still tensed and ready despite the slight relaxation he felt at this information. “Do make sure Command stays safe when you come back in, I have a request.” Cipher’s eyes flit about briefly in observation before he continues to speak. “It suddenly occurred to me how… vulnerable Stormchild may be. Which is why, with your job so professionally executed, I would ask you see to his being completed in a similar fashion “


Wyatt nodded. Of course, there was no way Cipher could see it, but he did add a simple, “Got it,” along with his nod before he disabled his communication with his team and turned back to the Rune Knight he had previously questioned. “I do apologize. I know I offered my help but it seems that I am once again needed inside. Someone got into trouble and I’m uniquely qualified to assist them,” Wyatt explained before he turned and walked back into the guild hall, his archive goggles still over his eyes as he actively tried to locate his new charge with a sour look on his face. He really didn’t want to be on babysitting duty, however, that wasn’t for him to say.


Caleb only caught snippets of the conversation through his earpiece. He was truly trying to concentrate and hold a lot of magic at the ready, but his mind was also elsewhere. A moral dilemma had been eating at him since he first learned of this plan. And it was only amplified after he befriended a couple of the mages since he had arrived. When he heard Rex being mentioned over the com he bit his lip, refraining himself from telling them to leave him be. They had to do this after all. It was what they came to do in the first place. Caleb had agreed and he never went back on his word!


He shook away from his thoughts to address his… partners? Coworkers? Colleagues? He wasn’t quite sure what to call them. But regardless he needed to talk to them real quick. “Yeah. I’m doing fine. A little physically tired, but otherwise doin’ great. Although yeah, protection while I prep this would be appreciated. Although regardless of who guards me, when it comes time to cast the spell…. I’d suggest standing clear of the door. Also make sure your mouth and eyes are covered safely.” He was pretty sure they were both well smart enough to account for that. But Caleb wasn’t fond of hurting his.. comrades? Compatriots? Anyways, a reminder wasn’t what he’d call a bad idea. “Also stop calling me a kid.” His annoyance was clear and one could easily imagine his face, even through voice alone.


Cipher mentally noted the advice Caleb gave and responded in his usual cordial tone of voice, speaking to Caleb as an equal in this instance “The advice is much appreciated. Also, alert me when you are about to release your spell; since I wish to time my own actions shortly after yours…. but unlike you I have some…. “distance” to cover. You’ve done exceptionally well thus far, so I expect this should be easy for you.”


Caleb in all honesty, was practically beaming after such a seemingly honest compliment. Unlike his other teammate, Cipher seemed to know how to deal with other people professionally. “Thank you, Mimic. I will definitely give you advance warning. I’m holding the spell at the ready at a small size for now, but when it goes live the whole building will be affected. So advanced warning is definitely something I planned on.” He smiled down at the basketball-sized, spherical vortex of sand between his hands, chiding himself over thoughts of how they might not be good guys. Bad guys don’t compliment you after all.


Wyatt made his way up the stairs of the Blue Pegasus guild hall before he started navigating expertly through the halls - halls that he had never once set foot in before. He came upon a room and he could sense the kid’s energy flowing wildly inside. Deciding it would be better not to disturb him while he was busy concentrating, Wyatt took up the position of a guard outside the room before he allowed his mechanical takeover to wash over his body thus shielding him from any stray sand that might have managed to trickle out of the room.


@Hellkite

 

[BLUR]

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Apparently, not every girl enjoyed being called cute, as Rex learned when the girl who had alerted him to the arrow that pierced his arm had snapped at him.


“Are you mad!? Screw you!”


Rex smiled, scratching his head through his beanie. "Well now, aren't you a feisty one," he laughed. His laughing would be cut short though, as the girl walked past him while shoving him to clear her own path.


"Woah we're all on the same team here," Rex said, holding up his hands defensively. Soon after, another mage brushed past Rex to move toward the archer.


"What the hell, does it say 'don't walk around' on my damn back or something?" Rex complained.


"You should go get that checked out, buddy. Let someone who can actually take on this guy fight."


Another mage called out, "Don't be rude, Dusty!"


The man so called Dusty responded promptly, "Blah, blah, blah...Fight if you want. But it's not my fault if you get another hole in your other arm."


Rex frowned. He had no idea who these people were, but he wasn't gonna let anyone look down on him.


"I can take anybody in this whole guild hall if I wanted to, so thanks but no thanks, this is my fight!"


...And...as soon as Rex let that be known, the mage in front of him charged. He chanted something about an earth dragon, but the archer dude was able to block it with a huge shield.


"You are all making a terrible mistake going up against me."


Rex looked back towards the man who had shot at Caleb, shooting a confident grin. "Yeah, that's what they all say," he teased.


Maybe Rex had pissed him off, because in the next instant, the man had disappeared. With the smoke from Caleb's escape tampering with everyone's sight, Rex couldn't see what had happened to the archer, until he felt the presence of someone right behind him.


"Aw fu-"


A sword dug into Rex's back, sliding across the length of it until it had no more body to tear through.


Rex looked back and smiled at the guy. "Just kidding!"





The sword had cut through sand, as grains went flying into the air following the archer's attack.





"I used to be vulnerable to attack, but then I took an arrow to the arm," Rex joked, though his joke would be lost on all around him. "I had my sand body prepared from the moment your arrow put a hole in me. Now let me return the favor, yeah?"





At least he was gonna be polite and respectful about it. But before Rex could make any moves, he would notice a bunch of flying origami surrounding his opponent and himself.





“That’s what happens when you attack a weak link first,” the girl from before sneered. “You leave yourself open to someone who’s strength you have CLEARLY underestimated!”


Rex grimaced. Gosh, these people were harsh. "Alright lady, sure you can ignore my charm and act like you're not attracted to me, you wouldn't be the first. Girls try to fool themselves all the time around me, it's whatever. But! WEAK LINK!? I'M THE WILDEST DAMN MAGE IN THE HOUSE!"


A magic circle appeared directly below each one of the paper vultures, before emitting a pillar of sand that carried the vultures upward until it smashed them against the tall ceiling of the guild hall.


Rex then jumped away from Ein, trying to create some distance. "I said mano a mano, I don't need anyone else, just you and me pal," Rex said, addressing Ein.


"Sand-Make: Bow and Arrow!"


As was typical of molding magic, Rex's chant produced exactly what it called for. Now in his hands were both a bow, and an arrow to fire. The arrow was much larger than a typical arrow would look. He drew the arrow, taking aim at his opponent.


"Sand Magic: Condense!"


The grains of sand that made up the arrow began to pack as densely as possible, enhancing the arrow's physical properties. The arrow was now the size of a normal arrow. Rex lowered his aim just a bit. He didn't want to hit a vital area, he just wanted to slow his opponent down. As composed as he had been through the brutal murders, he himself did not condone such acts. Besides, killing someone was a cop out, or so, Rex believed it to be. Taking a person's life in battle would mean that you were too afraid to allow them the chance to grow from the experience and come back stronger, and Rex was not afraid of anything. He released the arrow, shooting at his opponent's leg.

 

[Refaulted]

Donald 'Dusty' Houns


Monster of the Earth



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Dusty frowned at his attack easily being cast aside by Ein. He looked down at his hand where he had launched his attack from, flexing the stone skin. Sand and dust still swirled around it very faintly, before disappearing into the air. He still had difficulty with attacking from a distance, even after training his ranged strikes.


And it really pissed him off.


He clenched his fist hard, looking back up to his opponent. But he had vanished from sight. Quickly, Dusty sniffed the air, pinpointing the mages location as fast as he could. No matter who it was, no person could escape the nose of this Slayer.


He turned quickly and watched the borwn-haired boy get impaled. Dusty stared in shock for a few moments, and was about to charge when the victim of the attack quickly avoided the attack with...a body of sand? Dusty had heard of Elemental Body magic from Jacob, who had run into a Fire Body Magic user in the past. It was a useful magic for evading attacks, but that's all the usefulness Dusty saw in it. Dusty had a solid defense, so he relied on that more than having to dodge attacks. Also, his rather large size didn't help him become a small target.





As the Sand mage completely destroyed the other girl's attack, Dusty scoffed. 'What a rude guy. Then again, who am I to judge? I wouldn't want someone coming along and interrupting a fight between me and someone.' Dusty's eyes slid over to the paper girl, looking her over. She had a strong scent of pine tree, so he attributed that to her magic type. 'Of course, he's probably doing this just to pick up girls. And that's what makes him weak.'


Crossing his arms over his chest, Dusty watched him ready his attack. "Gods, I can't wait to see you fail at this..." He snickered a little bit, then waved with his clawed hand. "I'll be over here for when you wanna tap out! Either of you, Godhand and Sandy!" He then stalked over to the girl, standing a few feet away from her. "Hey, Papergirl. How long do you think it will take him to get knocked out? I'll bet 5 minutes at most." Dusty began undoing his tie, pulling it off of his neck and throwing it to the floor.





@BLUR @DaughterofAthena @Red

Jacob Arkonious Foles


Warden of the Fog



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Jacob watched as multiple apparitions surrounded him. He had been standing still, trying to look for Olive in the fray of the battle, as well as Russell, Heather, or Werner. But, he had no avail. Most likely, Russell had gotten out, or was helping out some other mages. Heather and Werner were probably together fighting against one of their enemies. Jacob didn't want to be the resident babysitter of Blue Pegasus's mages, but he didn't want anything to happen that he could prevent.


Unfortunately, that had taken his attention away from his own safety, and he had allowed himself to be caught in the center of three goblin creatures. He silently swore at himself, before reaching out and gripping Zegysto, bringing it in front of him in a defensive position. He held his weapon with one hand, keeping the other free so he could keep his spell on Dusty active.


His body swiveled as the first creature lept forward. Bringing up his staff, the thing's hands wrapped around the pole, and it began trying to wrestle it out of the mages hand. Grunting, Jacob pulled one segment of the staff apart carefully, and cold fog sprayed into the creature's face. It let go as the frigid fog enveloped it's entire upper body. It's body began moving slower, and Jacob spun his staff in his hand once before swiftly swinging it, the speed and strength in the swing enough to knock the thing over in the air before it crashed into the ground. Spinning the staff again, he quickly plunged one end through it's head, dissipating it.


The other's took this chance to leap next, both going for his back. Jacob let his legs go limp, his body falling closer to the floor as they flew over his head to the front of him. He tensed his legs once more and stood back up, holding his staff in front of him. And just in time as well. One of them threw a punch at him, which he blocked with the pole and countered with a quick flick of his wrist, pushing it away with the simple movement. The other creature swung at him, and Jacob blocked the attack again, this time shortening the staff to two segments, and swinging it hard like a baseball bat.


Unfortunately, he whiffed his swing, and the creature dodged under it, aiming a punch at Jacob's gut. Frantically, Jacob activated two more magic circles around his ankles, and mist began pouring out as he lifted himself off the ground. The punch just barely skimmed his leg as he flew backwards. When he landed, he lifted his staff up again, the magic circles at his feet breaking as he landed, and he prepared for another attack.


But it never came. Instead of seeing his two enemies in front of him, they were disappearing, cut down by a man standing where they both had been a moment before. He wore rather odd clothing; a black cloth tunic with sleeves that reached down past his elbows and the hem reaching past his waist, white cloth pants with a belt around each leg, and black boots on his feet. He had three sword sheathes attached to each belt on his legs, where five swords were still sheathed. One was in a single gloved hand, the silver katana glinting in the light of the Guild Hall. Silvery hair sat atop the man's head, and when he turned around, silver eyes matched the hair.





Yuura Xoren, the Silver Hunter, walked up to Jacob and held out a hand in greeting. "I apologize, my friend. I guess that I am a little late to the meeting. But it seems it is not so much a meeting anymore?" Jacob just shook his head at the Wizard Saint, not surprised at his presence since his own Master was a Wizard Saint of higher rank than Yuura. But it still was surprising that he had shown up. Yuura was known for going on numerous monster hunts around Ishgar, sometimes not returning for up to a year. The fact he had shown up at all surprised Jacob.


"Seems things have gone from bad to worse, as you can see." Jacob let Zegysto go, and the staff floated on it's own, and he saw the interest in the Wizard Saint's eyes as he looked at it. Jacob also knew that Yuura collected strong weapons. "It's not for sale, Mr. Xoren."


Yuura laughed. "Please, just call me Yuura. No need for formalities in a battle, even as small as this one, my friend." He turned, sheathing his sword, surveying the fight. "If you'll excuse me, I think I should find my Master and make sure he is okay in this mess." Waving, the man walked away from Jacob. Once he was a far enough away, Jacob let go the breath he did not know he had been holding. Yuura had always scared him whenever Jacob saw an article about him in Sorcerer Weekly, as he sounded like a strength-hungry fighter, similar to Dusty. And Dusty was enough trouble as it was.

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[BLUR]

Celia Lodine

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"This sucks," Celia pouted. Unlike Sora, Celia was no assassin. She had very little experience killing people. In fact, the only times in which she had taken a life where the times when her demonic urges would get the better of her. Otherwise, there just wasn't any reason to. However, this was her assigned task, and after all, this was war. Flicking her wrist back and forth repeatedly, she consistently knocked away random mages that were charging at her with strong gusts of wind.


However, her routine was interrupted by a drop kick to the back that sent her face first into the ground. She lifted herself, separating her face from the marble floor just enough to speak.


"Well that was just rude," she scoffed, returning to her feet as she attempted to brush off the dirt on her clothes. She looked at her assailant, a tom boy, Celia noted.


"Hey now, don't start picking fights you can't win sweetheart," Celia said. She waved her hand as if to shoo the girl away, but the simple hand gesture actual held magic behind it as a rush of wind carried Adrianne off the floor, tossing her back to where she had attacked from originally. Celia sighed, what an awful day this turned out to be.


@Hales @Red Thunder

 

[Hales]

Lowell Thrice

At Adrianne’s suggestion that they attack the blonde haired woman - the one who seemed to be managing quite well to keep everyone at an arm’s length - Lowell smirked. “Sounds like a plan!” he grinned. “I’ve got your back.” Finishing that statement, Lowell followed Adrianne in as they charged their newfound target.


The Quatro Cerberus mage even went so far as to celebrate when Adrianne’s attack seemed to hit although that celebration - a fist pump, really - didn’t last quite long. Their target seemed completely unfazed by being knocked onto her face and she proceeded to get right back up. Hearing the woman’s statement that Adrianne had been rude, Lowell retorted firmly, “And interrupting a meeting of the mages of Fiore by slaughtering some of them like pigs wasn’t?” His eyes glowed with fury at the mere thought that someone would think that action wasn’t rude.


When Celia blew Adrianne back, Lowell was quick to jump behind Adrianne, catching her before she hit the ground hard enough to do any damage although he quickly lowered her to the ground, glowering, “My turn.”


A casual glance at Lowell would show an obvious change. His skin seemed to harden, emitting a golden glow that almost seemed reflective like scales although it wasn’t quite close enough to that for the connection to be made. His eyes narrowed. His nails sharpened. It was almost representative of claws. Despite his apparent ‘transformation’, Lowell still charged in, katana in his hand still engulfed in spindles of electrical energy, as though he intended to do nothing more than merely attempt to drive his blade right through her.


However, at the last moment, just as he expected she would try to swat him away the same way she had tossed Adrianne back, Lowell smirked as he teased, “Too slow! Lightning speed!” Lowell vanished in a blur of speed that may have seemed all too familiar to Celia; she had encountered a mage with a similar ability quite recently.


In his speed, Lowell was very quickly directly behind her and he slashed at her with his lightning-consumed katana.


@BLUR @Red Thunder

 

[Lady Warlock]

Ryannan “Ryan” Costice

“I’ll be as feisty as I need to be,” Ryannan snapped back to Rex without a second thought. “We may be on the same team, but that doesn’t mean I need your help!”


Ryannan couldn’t help but release an inaudible sigh when Ein’s attack only slipped through sand as the sword hit Rex’s back. The Quatro Cerberus mage was really beginning to annoy her, and she didn’t have time to deal with being annoyed at that point in time. There wasn’t much she could do about it outside of the magic attacks she had already taken though.


Holding her bow still aimed at Ein, she wanted to slap herself when Rex said, "Alright lady, sure you can ignore my charm and act like you're not attracted to me, you wouldn't be the first. Girls try to fool themselves all the time around me, it's whatever. But! WEAK LINK!? I'M THE WILDEST DAMN MAGE IN THE HOUSE!" He had completely misunderstood her and there was no way she was even going to try explaining it. To further complicate things, he destroyed her vultures instantly.


“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!” Ryannan exploded in fury, her face flushing entirely red with anger. “He’s the target! Why are you destroying my spell directed at him!?” Even in her screaming rage, Ryannan’s eyes remained focused on Ein and her bow - a replica of Ein’s - remained trained on him.


"Hey, Papergirl. How long do you think it will take him to get knocked out? I'll bet 5 minutes at most."


Ryannan hesitated, hearing the voice although she didn’t glance in Dusty’s direction. Her eyes were too busy focusing on Ein. He wasn’t going to make a move that she wouldn’t see. At least, that was the plan. “They’ll both be out the minute I start shooting,” she replied bluntly. “As long as no one else decides to be an IDIOT…” Ryannan did everything in her power to make it clear that she was referring to Rex with her last, a bit over-emphasized, word.


@Red @BLUR @Refaulted

 

[Solarknight]

Aubrey Lorrisk


Almost as quickly as all hell broke loose, Aubrey’s mind began racing. No… they’re… they’re killing Fairy Tail mages… Her thoughts were lost in a stutter within her mind although her expression contained only sorrow as she watched on, feeling completely and utterly helpless. Her smoke couldn’t stop anyone from attacking; it couldn’t form a barrier between her guildmates and their attackers. There was so much that, in that moment, Aubrey realized she just couldnt’ do and it made her rather upset.


I AM NOT helpless! God dammit! I’m Fairy Tail’s Smoke Queen!


Aubrey watched as more mages jumped into the fighting all while she remained in her seat, slightly hiding behind the seat in front of her because she was still trying to figure out how she could help. She didn’t mind the fact that no one noticed her because they would soon enough; that much she knew with certainty. There was no way a queen would go unnoticed, especially with all of this hullabaloo.


Finally, Aubrey realized what it was that she really wanted to do. She wanted to stop all the fighting and she wanted to stop it simply because she hated seeing her friends get hurt. And she could see plenty of them jumping into harm’s way. Olive, Gurren, Toketsu, Mavis… they were all people she cared about and they were all people Aubrey wanted to protect.


“Smoke make: Cloud!” It was a simple spell; nothing overly fancy, but the more of her magic Aubrey poured into it, the more vast and immense it became. It started out as a single puff appearing on the ceiling but slowly it expanded, growing wider and thicker although it still remained one enormous fog of smoke. She had planned to lower it, to smash it down onto the ground in such a way that it would disrupt everything that was happening, if for no other reason than the fact that people wouldn’t be able to see anymore.


However, Aubrey also noticed something as she was expanding her cloud of smoke. She noticed that something was in the way of her cloud - there was a person who seemed to be hovering in the sky. How odd…? What is he doing up there? Aubrey glanced up to see a person who she had almost consumed in her cloud of smoke as she realized he was watching… just watching things. Hmm… he might not have a bad idea.


“Smoke make: Pillar!” A pillar of bubbling smoke appeared under Aubrey’s feet and carried her up so that she was standing right next to the man; it almost looked as though she was floating on a cloud although it was not the kind of cloud that looked like it had any chance of just being water. It was noxious fumes.


“Mind if I share your vantage point? It’ll actually be quite helpf.." Aubrey got lost in what she was saying as she realized quickly that the smoke pillar holding her up in the air was fading and fading fast. Before she even realized it, Aubrey Lorrisk was falling out of the sky and no matter how much magic she tried to throw into the pillar to keep herself from landing hard on the ground, the magic always seemed to be gone before she could concentrate it enough. "Ahh!" Aubrey was falling off of her own smoke pillar.


@Mad Prince of Sanity

 

[BLUR]

Layla LeClerc

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"Why?"


The tiny Crime Sorciere mage with the pale blonde hair had not noticed the other girl before, but her attention was now captured. Her bored, crimson orbs remained quite lifeless as she stared back into the scarlet eyes that glared furiously. Layla tilted her head to the side, confused as to why the other girl was looking at her the way she was.


"Are you here to play?" She asked. Holding her hand out, Layla awaited as her scythe appeared to move itself from the strap that attached it to her back and into the hand that called for it.


"Excuse me," Lilith whispered apathetically, before instantly creating a golem with the rubble that surrounded her. It stood around 7 feet in length, and quickly got to its task, which was shielding Layla from a mage who had sprung into action after a little bit of wailing. The golem stood its ground as the Fairy Tail mage (@Leone ) crashed into his stone arm. Instead of shattering as one would expect a rubble construct to do from such an attack, however, the golem simply withstood the attack, before swatting the mage into the near wall. This was a direct result of the strength behind Layla's magic. She was a young prodigy who was constantly playing around with her natural talents due to her loneliness, allowing for her quick growth despite such a young age.


At the same time, without saying a single word, Layla compelled her scythe, name Guillotine, to wrap around her. Guillotine grew rapidly in length, completely covering Layla before the fire chains were able to latch on to her. Guillotine then proceeded to quickly unwrap itself, knocking off the chains just as they had began to touch the scythe. Layla grabbed a hold of her scythe once again.


"You all wanna play? Fun!" Layla cheered, delighted she was able to find three willing participants in her games. Her previously lifeless eyes began to sparkle, as a grin made its way onto her lips.

 

[Red Thunder]

Adrianne Harrow

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She felt her feet touch the ground again, breathing a sigh of relief as she did. The Tachyon Wing mage had done something ( flicked her wrist maybe?), and Adrianne had found herself thrown back faster than the Seer could assess what had happened. But just as she had shoved a hand out to catch herself, her flight path had been interrupted. Lowell set her down and turned back to their opponent, his expression hard. A glance was all Adrianne was able to get of him before he rushed off, but it only served to affirm her decision to fight with him. So, this was what a dragon slayer looked like when they devoted themselves to a fight. She smiled.


"Nice."


But their opponent, expression and behavior so blasé, still stood, and Asrianne knew instinctively that she would not go down easily at all. In fact, now she stopped to think about it, the Tachyon mage didn't look to have sustained any damage from her kick, nor from the impact against the floor. The thought bothered her. But a yell from the Lightning Dragon Slayer brought her back. Determined to aid him somehow, Adrianne threw a hand toward their enemy just as Lowell went in with his blade. Four black magic circles appeared, one under each of Celia's feet and one below each of her hands, and the ground within each circle dented, crushed downward by the sudden intense gravity. Celia would be effectively shackled to where she stood, and only extreme strength (or speed, if she'd managed to move before the magic was cast) could pull free.


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[Mad Prince of Sanity]

CIPHER

After speaking to Caleb and Wyatt, Cipher completely refocused his gaze on the many battles happening below. Intent on a particular battle taking place between a group of bickering mages and a single man, until a sudden light voice caught his attention and he blinked. His eyes turning to fall on an unknown girl rising on a pillar of smoke, immediately confusing Cipher to no end. 'Does... she not see the...?' Cipher never had the chance to finish his confused thought as he girl quickly found out the frightening and uncomfortable way that going inside the glow-y silvery stuff that he produced equaled bad news for mages. With a resigned sigh, a brief wish he had some Tylenol, and the oddest urge to laugh he could remember, two of Cipher's chains shot out at high speeds down towards the falling girl. Cipher simultaneously lessened the magic-draining properties of the chains to near-nothing as they caught the falling Aubrey, before Cipher simply set her safely on a balcony not occupied by the green-haired serial killer and turned his attention back out over the room without a single spoken word.

@Kyra




Glancing back to the group of mages battling Ein, Cipher narrowed his eyes in aggravation at having missed the opening he wanted to take in order to keep that nobody from falling, his aggravation furthering as he scolded himself for knowing that she could have saved herself. Turning his attention around the room with a slow, resigned sigh, Cipher spotted Celia Lodine... getting off the ground and send a girl flying, only to be caught by a mage with rather impressive speed. Though to be honest compared to Sora's rush he had narrowly escaped earlier, tracking his movements proved notably easier by comparison. In the moment Adrianne and Lowell made their moves, Cipher made his own. Collapsing his field of Ethernano draining magic for a moment, so as not to give any of them any sort of warning he was coming.

Field: 0 Ft.

Thus, preparing his chains with as much draining potential as he could muster, Cipher used the gathered crystal behind him to launch himself at high speeds through the air. Aiming to, quite literally, land right amongst the melee and possibly atop Celia depending on how accurate his aim was. In any case, if nothing else he had a substantial amount of surprise on his side. Encased in this armor as he was they would not sense him coming magically, and he wouldn't get within eyesight until it was far too late given his speed. Then, Cipher found himself landing perilously close to where Adrianne had aimed a gravity magic attack with a dull thud, his field re-expanding to it's twenty-foot diameter instantaneously and engulfing all involved combatants in it's wake. Cipher would then lash out with pre-prepared means of attack. Most notably, the six Ethernano-sapping chains that currently lashed out at the three combatants. Of course, it didn't take a genius to know the dispersion of this attack would not at all be equal. Three of said chains were reserved for Celia Lodine alone. While one chain only going towards Lowell due to his close proximity, aiming regrettably for an attack Cipher truly felt bad for using. In fact, he felt so bad the chain wasn't lashing out as hard as it could be, as it was arcing straight up between the man's legs. Incapacitation at it's most efficient in this sad case. After that, he would simply have the chain slam the man to the ground for good measure, and restrain his limbs, not expecting much fight after that.

Field: 0 -> 20 Ft.

The chains currently arcing towards Ms. Harrow also had a specific pattern of attack. One aiming higher on her person, it's first goal not restraint, but to strike the seeress between the eyes with the very end of it's length before aiming for the throat like a constricting cobra. The other aimed to encircle both her ankles and should the restraint succeed, slam the girl to the ground face-down. The trickiest attack and the one that engulfed Cipher's planning, were the four chains only travelling two feet or so at Miss Lodine. As with Adrianne, the neck and ankles were targeted explicitly, as well as both her wrists with a chain each.Making sure to have the chains avoid Adrianne's own magic circles and their downward pull, actually hoping her attack would land to make this process easier. However, for her he also had something special in mind. With as much speed as he could juster he had crystal grow between the Eye and his hand, holding it there before thrusting the Ethernano-devouring lacrima at Celia, it's own magic-draining effects life-threateningly severe for most mages, though for someone as famously powerful as her, it seemed very much necessary.

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[Lady Warlock]

Olive Kittana

“You think this is a game?!” Olive was completely baffled by the mere suggestion that anyone could ever think of killing people as a game especially when killing people caused so much pain.


Her head turned back briefly to Gurren as she whispered, ”Cover me.” She didn’t say anything more; she didn’t need to.


Olive charged in at Layla LeClerc without a second’s hesitation, drawing her gladius from its sheathe with one hand while her other reached into a pouch and pulled out two chakrams. ”If you think this is a game, you’ve got another thing coming,” Olive yelled in her charge at the girl with the scythe. The scythe, quite honestly, was her biggest concern at the moment and so Olive slipped her mind into the girl’s own consciousness. She wasn’t trying to read thoughts; she wanted to predict movements. Wherever that scythe went, Olive would be prepared to block it without a moment’s notice.


Olive’s charge carried her around the golem that Layla had made and Olive didn’t even cast a glance at Mavis although she knew he was there. She could sense his mind and she knew Gurren could handle explaining the situation if he hadn’t already.


At the last moment before Olive sent one of her chakrams flying at the girl though, Olive’s presence in Layla’s mind alerted her to something - the girl’s magic. Doll magic… Olive couldn’t throw her chakrams, not anymore. If she did, it would be the same as giving the girl another weapon that could later be used against her. Alright then.


That didn’t mean she stopped her charge. Olive was still intending to engage Layla with every ounce of her willpower. All she needed was a single touch and she would have everything she needed to fill in the puzzle of what was going on - at least, that’s what Olive was hoping for.


Slashing down with her gladius at Layla, also paying attention to the girl’s thoughts with every effort to be prepared for any counterattack the girl threw at her, Olive’s eyes flooded with fury. ”You never answered me! WHY? Why are you fighting your own brethren!? You’re a guild mage too!!”


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[ACHA]

Ein Silverhand and Ryannan Costice



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Collab with: @DaughterofAthena


After connecting with his slash, Ein was able to find out it was indeed a clone. Surprising, but not something out of his expectations. He was after all, an S-rank mage. This much should be expected. Without as much as a pause, Ein proceeded with his next step, allowing the trio to their banter and bickering. It was all beneficial for Ein.


"You're perceptive..." he complimented Ryannan. "But not perceptive enough."


If Rex hadn't intervened, they would've been successful in limiting his movements, but alas, he did. With the speed of Sylpharion, he quickly blended in with the smoke again, leaving behind his after image from when he attacked the sand mage. It was perfect. The perfect decoy to have their eyes trailed on one spot as he moved to another. But he had to move fast. This wouldn't work for long against someone with a dragonslayer's nose. He would not fight, unless he was forced to.


Just as the sand mage's arrow seemingly landed on Ein's leg, his image blurred and disappeared altogether, revealing it's true nature. It was this quick moment of surprise and weakness that Ein needed in order to dispose of them quickly. He knew Ryannan was tracking his movements with her eyes. But it was this close attention that she failed to notice what was around her.


Ein would appear from the smoke beside her, quickly lunging at the man beside her. He quickly grabbed hold of his face and spun his body, throwing Dusty towards Rex in quick succession.


"You're in the way." Ein said as he sent Dusty flying towards Rex.


Ein immediately pointed his Sylpharion at Ryannan’s neck.


“You wanted to ask me questions, so here I am.” he said confidently. “Though I may not be able to answer all of them.” he added.


Ryannan’s scarlet eyes glared at him although she didn’t flinch at his blade on her neck and she didn’t move back. Her bow dispersed in her hands, disappearing in a puff of clouds because it wouldn’t be any more use to her while he was this close to her. “Well, for starters, you could explain why you’re attacking guild mages,” Ryan’s tone was dry and she sneered it at him.


Just as Ein was about to open his mouth, the purplish scars appeared. For a moment, Ein struggled, but then relaxed the next.


“Attacking?” he said. “It’s more like we’re just defending ourselves, love.” Ein said in an almost carefree manner.


“From who?” Ryannan raised an eyebrow at him. “That boy you shot at… he did nothing from what I could see.” Her eyes meandered in the direction that Rex and Dusty were although she didn’t turn her head away from Ein. “And neither did the sand mage you did wind up hitting, although he’s an idiot anyway.”


Ein paused again for a moment, with obvious effort on his expression. “Hard to say.” he said at first. “There lies the problem, girl.” he added. “You’re perceptive, but you’re also blind at the same time.” he told her. “Just as I said before when this, what you can call a fight, started.” Ein tried to hint at their previous conversations.


Ein stopped for a moment again. “Just… just give this up.” he said to Ryan. Ein’s face could almost show distraught despite his best effort to hide it.


“You keep telling me I’m missing something,” Ryannan commented, “and that’s the last thing that’s going to lead me to give up. I want to know what I’m missing, and running away isn’t going to show me that. Plus, who knows who else you’d hurt in that time. Why should I leave? Why should I risk allowing another person to find themselves on the end of your arrow…” her gaze shifted down to the sword still at her neck, “...or your sword, for that matter?”


Ein let out a deep sigh. “Then you leave me no choice.” he said regrettably. He slashed Ryan, knowing full well that she was merely just a clone.


“Equip: Blue and Crimson.” Sylpharion disappeared and in its place were two swords. One as blue as the sea and one as red as the sunset. The two swords gleamed as the light touched them. “Release.” As he said those words, power started to surge within the twin swords. Ein was about to fight at full strength.


As Sylpharion slashed at Ryan’s neck, her body dispersed into paper birds, flying away before they reformed some distance away from Ein. “Paper make: Shards!” Ryannan clapped her hands together and almost instantly, Ein was surrounded with sharp shards of paper - like glass - that all aimed at his center. “Now, are you actually going to fight me, or continue to treat me like a weak link?!”


With one swing of Crimson, great fires circled around Ein before dispersing, burning all of Ryannan’s paper shards. He started walking towards her, with each step sounding heavier and heavier.


“Who said anything about treating you like weak links? As I said, you’re all vastly mistaken about going up against me.” He told her. His eyes were fixed on her. “I didn’t want to fight, but you’re forcing my hand.” Ein said as he prepared to slash the floor with Blue. “Ice Wave!” as soon as the sword made contact with the floor, a wave of ice started making its way towards Ryannan.


Ryannan didn’t back down, even as he started to approach. “I’m forcing your hand by refusing to let you harm others?” Ryannan questioned. “That’s pretty messed up, if you ask me.” She watched as his sword slashed against the floor and she slid across the ice, actually making her way towards him as she skated across the ice. Snapping her fingers, her body dispersed again, origami birds flying around him as she landed on the other side, transforming one of her birds into a paper shard that jabbed at the back of Ein’s neck.


Without turning back towards Ryannan, Ein blocked the attack with Crimson, burning the shard as it made contact. Slowly, he looked back to where Ryannan was now at. Ein was unimpressed. For her to fall for his trick. Ein raised Blue and in an instant, ice climbed from the floor covering Ryannan’s lower torso. “Ice Mine.”


With a few more steps he made his way towards Ryannan. Crimson’s fire grew brighter and stronger as he got closer. Ein’s expression didn’t change. It was now a cold one. An expression that spoke volumes of his resolve. “This could've been all avoided” he told her. "Are you ready?"


Ryannan did not flinch as she froze. She did not remove her gaze from Ein and she did not try to break free. Even paper couldn’t escape ice. And as the flames moved towards her, it would only take a second for her to realize how truly terrible this actually was.


“Surt’s Breath” Ein chanted as he slashed Crimson downwards. Great fires engulfed her.


Ryannan screamed as the flames engulfed her. The ice melted leaving her body collapsed, covered in the red blistering skin of burns.


Just as one of his opponents lay on the floor unconscious, he recalled Blue and Crimson, returning them to their own space. The fire that engulfed Ryannan, disappearing with them.


“One down. Two to go.” he said as he fixed his gaze on the other two.





@BLUR @Refaulted

 

[Stormborn Targaryen]

Malakai Grave and Lowell Thrice

Malakai had way too many things he wanted to do in the chaos that had formed in the auditorium. He wanted to attack the woman who slaughtered more guild mages than he could count. He wanted to attack the demon man - the one who generated the demons that were now holding all the guild mages down in combat. He wanted to follow Rex and attack the requip mage called Ein. He seemed like he would’ve made for a good opponent. However, as his eyes continued to scan the battlefield, he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to join in on any of the fights he wanted. One of his guildmates had gotten into something likely way over his head.


“Carbon Magic: Ultimate Shield!” Malakai cast the simplest and yet the most powerful spell in his arsenal and his body hardened. His skin turned black as he felt his weight shift, adjusting to the spell as it always did. It was only after a moment that Malakai charged through the auditorium, darting for the corner in which his guildmate, Lowell Thrice, had gotten himself into a fight.


Absorbing in all of the sight that he could, Malakai noted that there seemed to be two opponents he had to be wary of. One of them was a woman with long blonde hair and the only reason why he would’ve picked her as an opponent was because at that particular moment, Lowell was attacking her. Already, he realized Lowell was in over his head. There also appeared to be another woman although if Malakai had to guess, he would peg her as an ally. And then the third one was Malakai’s main concern. It was a man who seemed to have generated chains of magic energy that were sent flying at all three girls involved in the situation. Only one of them went for Lowell from what Malakai could see and although Malakai wasn’t sure what he could do about it, Malakai knew one thing he could do.


Malakai continued his charge, all of his observations being captured while he was on the move, and as he stepped into the odd looking field that surrounded his target, Malakai could feel something already off about the whole thing. His ultimate shield was fading, his skin softening although he focused all of his magic on maintaining the diamond hardness in his right fist. Continuing his charge, Malakai drove a firm right hook right at Cipher’s cheek.


Following through, regardless of whether he hit anything or not, Malakai continued his dart forward, grabbing Lowell underneath his arms as he swatted away the chain that was aimed at his guildmate. “Things went to hell pretty quick, didn’t they? I don’t know about you, but I don’t think this is the best time to be engaging in situations you can’t handle, which is why we need to leave.”


The lightning spindle on Lowell’s katana faded as he was pulled out of the field that had been draining his energy although Lowell only now realized it. He was hungry and not for food - for lightning. “Fair enough,” Lowell replied before he started running towards the exit. “You should grab Adrianne.” Before he continued running, Lowell offered his katana to his guildmate and Malakai took the blade with a courteous nod.


Malakai nodded and gestured for Lowell to keep running while he turned and went back for the girl who, at the moment, seemed to be on their side. Feeling the drain on his energy as he stepped back into Cipher’s field, Malakai relied solely on the fact that he was an S-Class mage - and a guild ace, at that - so it would take more than a few minutes of this to drain him completely. Malakai swung Lowell’s sword expertly in his hands, slicing at the chains Cipher had sent flying at Adrianne before he offered his hand to the girl. “You don’t look like the type to seek to get involved in a three way fight, and that’s exactly what this looks like it's turning into. Let’s get out of here.” Malakai’s gaze flickered between Cipher and Adrianne, wondering who would move first.


@Red Thunder @Mad Prince of Sanity @BLUR

 

[izayoiix]

Kingslayer: Act 1


Excruciating pain wracked her insides.


Sora was prepared to jump after the imposter, but at the worst possible moment she was hit by a wave of nasuea and collapsed onto her knees.


She coughed violently into her palms. It felt like a fire had ignited inside her, burning away at the organs inside.


The ex-assassin opened tear-stricken eyes to glance at her red-stained hands and the puddle of blood that formed around her knees. Most of it coughed up from her own internal bleeding.


It was painful, but there wasn't enough time to sit around and wait for the misery to pass. She needed to be moving. Now.


So she grit her teeth against the agony, and reached into her pouch to pull out her last resort: a small, sparkling white crystal.

Brighter than a glowing diamond and humming with radiation, the crystal was a manifestation of pure Eternano. Once it had been part of a larger collection, remnants of the radioactive waste following the last known use of the since internationally-banned superweapon, Etherion.


A.M.B.E.R., the Associated Magical Bureau of Experimental Research and the Magic Council's most top secret agency, had been doing research them the past few decades. For centuries the crystals had been an unstable mass of energy and particles, annihilating nearby environments and exploding at random intervals. Now, however, they had stabilized enough to be relatively safe to study.


What the researchers discovered was that these crystals, dubbed Etherions in remembrance of their origin, were vast deposits of magical energy. A single gram of Etherion held over a million Edeas of magic power alone, nearly the same capacity as a powerful Wizard Saint. A.M.B.E.R. was interested in adapting these crystals for battery uses, and then, towards military applications.


The results of the research were inconclusive. For unknown reasons, the director of A.M.B.E.R. had ordered the study abandoned and the crystals safely stored away underground.


But Crime Sorciére foresaw other uses for the Etherions. And here Sora was with one in hand, and according to her guildmaster's research, she was of the few with the unique physiology capable of making full use of them.


Without hesitation Sora immediately bit into the Etherion, chewing on it with her sharp fangs and swallowing the pieces whole. Her throat churned with pain. She tasted iron.


In a few moments her body's incredible metabolism had reacted to the unconventional food. Energy resurged through her body. The pain drifted to the back of her mind in the presence of such overwhelming power, heightening her abilities to unprecedented heights.


It was exhilarating. Sora had never taken any drugs before, but she had spent a lot of time in the criminal underworld. This, she imagined, was what it’d be like to get high.


Still, Sora closed her eyes. She needed to focus; she'd already wasted too much time, and couldn’t spare any more relishing in her dangerous power.


The wind currents inside Blue Pegasus immediately responded to her call. She could see her guildmate, Ein, engaged against multiple dangerous S-Class mages; her Tachyon Wing allies fending off the guildmasters and guild mages to buy her time; the rising heat and pressure of a machine in the open basement...


She opened her orange-tinted eyelids. The basement, of course! How could she be so stupid?


Her figure immediately disappeared off the bloody balcony and veered into a green blur.





A’den’s eagle-like eyes followed her path of descent into a newly-opened hole in the Blue Pegasus floor, courtesy of a guild mage named Bailey. He frowned, and took a brief moment to glance at the fellow guildmasters beside him who’d managed to escape from the Crime Sorciére wizards that’d been trying to hold them down.


It was simple to determine that the Tachyon Wing wasn’t fighting with the intent to kill. Only to delay. But for what purpose? A’den’s best guess was to buy Sora time, though for what reason he didn’t know. Whatever it was, it was imperative they figured it out before she executed whatever murderous plan she had in mind.


Gregory, Myla, Felix, and Cujo all stood with him.


“The basement?” Felix frowned, glancing at his comrades. “Is she trying to escape?” he demanded, jumping down after her. There was no way he’d let a murder escape! Landing roughly on the balls of his feet, he tried to scan the area. “Where are you?!” he bellowed.


A’den followed, pistol raised. After him, Cujo, Gregory, and Myla each plopped down onto the basement floor. Though it seemed like overkill, it was obvious the true threat here was Sora, as Tachyon Wing seemed to be defending her rather than initiating an offensive strike on the guild wizards. For that reason, the guild masters wasted no time with them, hoping that taking Sora out of the equation would be enough to end this massacre.


“Hold on,” Myla said, holding a finger up to her lips. The rest of the guild masters understood the signal, promptly shutting up as Myla began to concentrate with her sound magic. After a short moment, her eyes widened, and she bolted towards the left.


A volley of swords erupted from the darkness and embedded themselves into the wall where Myla had just been standing, boring into the stonework up to the hilt. A figure advanced into the light emanating into the basement from the hole in the ceiling. Its skin was a ghostly mass, constantly shifting, ethereal. Its armour wasn’t. Erza Scarlet’s Wingblade armour, a golem retrieved by the Kuruko Corporation from Skyhold. Now it barred the guildmaster’s way.


Myla didn’t waste time in being surprised, rather, she drew her short sword and began to attack the golem with a flurry of sword strikes. Little did she know that this particular golem had been created specifically for battle with a sword wielder, and a legendary one at that.


Her attacks were rendered ineffective, and the golem simply swatted her away with the back of its hand. Myla crashed into the wall, and though she felt a lot of pain from the impact, she continued to stand, not allowing herself to show that she had taken a tough blow.


Watching his fellow guild master and long time friend be swatted like a fly did not sit well with the guild master of Blue Pegasus. It had been an extremely long time since Greg felt the need to go all out, but if ever a situation called for it, now was the time to flex his muscles.


“You guys go ahead. I’ll take care of this one,” Gregory said. The guild masters didn’t need anymore persuasion than that, as they ran ahead, passing the golem.





Back in the Atrium, Alicia steadied herself against what had once been an ornate pillar, beautiful as the guildhall it was situated in. Now it was chipped, covered from the dust that the reverberations of distant battles had dislodged, and spattered with flecks of Alicia’s blood. She wiped her face again with the sleeve of her coat, glad to see that the flow of blood had finally stopped. She still had no vision in her left eye, and its loss cut the world in half for Alicia. But that was no excuse not to carry on with her duties.


“Bloome.” Alicia called to the Rune Knight from across the room. her voice was low, but sharp with authority. “Get over here.”


He stomped across the room, mustache bristling. His white coat-tails flapped at his legs as he covered the space in only a few brisk steps.


“Ms Spearheart.” He growled. “I am not a pet to be summoned at your whim. I am-”


Alicia waved a hand.


“Later. Help me stand.”


Bloome hauled Alicia’s arm around his neck, supporting the woman. He was far taller, had Alicia not been wearing high-heeled boots she would have been on tip-toe.


“You want to go back in?”


“Yeah.” Alicia replied. “I need to check on things. Can’t afford to sit this out.”


“With that eye you’ll be a liability.” Bloome started to walk towards the auditorium door, where Rune Knights still maintained their defensive position. They were managing the situation, if only tentatively. He held Alicia’s arm around his shoulder with one hand, with his other arm wrapped around her waist to help her along.


“Good thing you’ll be helping me then.” Alicia stumbled slightly, but Bloome caught her and kept moving.


“Works for me.” He replied.


They crossed the rest of the auditorium in silence, Alicia cursing under her breath from the exertion and Bloome maintaining stoic, professional silence. Alicia drew in a sharp breath as they reached the doorway, taking a moment to drink in the scene.


“We need to get those Guildmaster’s out of the basement.” She took a half-step forwards. “I think Sora’s trying to lure them into a trap. We can’t afford to lose them.”





Wingblade gave an eery, mechanical screech, stretching out its wings and sending a trio of disembodied swords whirling at the Guildmaster from all sides.


Several small pillars of diamond would rise from the ground, each colliding with the golem’s attacks, attempting to slow it down. The creator of these pillars was decked out in diamond armor, attempting to evade Wingblade’s attacks.


“Well you’re a pretty tough one, huh?” Greg asked rhetorically. His usual attitude and style of speech was missing, replaced with a serious tone and determined expression. “Diamond-Make: War Pegasus!”


A blue magic circle appeared before Greg, and soon after, a plethora of diamond pegasus constructs shot out from it, speeding towards and swarming Wingblade.


Its Wings folded across its body, taking the the pegusi full on. Sparks lit up the darkness for a heartbeat as diamond grated against metal, illuminating for the barest moment bare stone walls, wooden crates stacked in the far corner, and a whirling pile of machinery pushed against the far wall, ticking.


With an sudden explosion, Wingblade launched a barrage of blades in all directions, scattering the pegusi. Its chassis was now scarred, gouged by the diamond horns. The golem charged, a sword gripped in either hand, the dark mass of its flesh boiling in ghostly rage.


“Diamond-Make: Double Caliburn!”


In each of Greg’s hands appeared a nice diamond longsword. Now matching his opponent’s style, Greg charged back at Wingblade, preparing to match his blows as well.


The two clashed, as swords would meet swords, metal meeting diamond. There was no doubt which of the two was physically stronger, and yet, Greg managed to hold his own for the time being.





Sora tore through another scrap of metal in the extensive basement, smashing the machine’s innards to bits and shorting out its internal circuitry in the process.


Dozens of golems littered the floor around her, some large and tough and others lean and agile. They were formerly the lone denizens of Skyhold’s ancient halls, but now, were recovered, repurposed, and refitted by the Kuroko Corporation just as Wingblade was.


Dozens more of them clattered towards her, weapons raised, but Sora’s attention was focused on the eerie ticking subtly counting down. She wanted to scream in frustration.


Some of the machines were real, and she was able to minimize their damage with the quick application of air pressure, but many more were fakes or duds. She couldn’t disable all of them in time, not with these golems in the way and the guildmasters hot on her tail.


“Sora?”


Her heart stopped. Sora turned around towards the voice that called her name, hoping that it wouldn’t be who she thought it was.


The ex-assassin drinked in the girl’s features before her, towards her raven hair and ice blue eyes. Part of her fluttered at the sight. The other wanted to cry.


“...Isanna,” she quietly said. The greenette’s eyes widened. “You have to leave. Now.”


Isanna’s eyes lit up slightly at hearing Sora’s voice. She hadn’t responded earlier, and that had made her fear that something had happened or she had been injured somehow. “Leave? Sora, what is going on? Please, I’ll leave if you want me to but at least tell me what’s happening!” she begged.


“Tell her,” a voice echoed. A’den stepped out from beside a nearby shadow, once again pointing his pistol towards Sora. “Don’t try to run this time. In a confined space like this, I have the advantage.”


Sora looked between the two, also carefully keeping tabs on the silhouettes of Felix and Cujo appearing at the edge of her peripheral visage. Her eyes watered.


Turning at the voice, Isanna’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?” she cried, looking towards A’den.


No. No. No. This wasn’t happening. The plan had gone so well without a hitch, but now it was all going down the drain. The breadth of sounds and sensations she now experienced threatened to overwhelm her. Her screaming inner body. The clunking steps of approaching golems. Magical runes and deep breathing originating from the guildmasters prepared to strike. Isanna’s confused expression. The rapid ticking that seemed to being growing louder.


She buried her face into her blood-stained palm, wiping away the water in her eyes as she did. What was she going to do?


The guildmasters were strong. They would survive. But Isanna was a different story.


That wasn’t to mention any of the other wizards in the guild hall, nor her guildmates, the Tachyon Wing, and Ein.


She could hear the gears clicking closer to the finish. There were less than twenty seconds left. In the time she had, Sora morbidly realized, she could help one: Isanna here, or all the mages left fighting up above.


Sora swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. An orange aura lit into existence around her as the guildmasters stepped closer. Her face, stricken with a combination of dry tears and blood, looked towards Felix with a desperate plea.


“Barrier. Isanna. Now,” she choked out, even as a purple, cross-shaped scar intensely seared into bright light across her throat. Fresh red lifeblood dripped out of a new laceration appearing on her throat from the scars, but Felix narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Suddenly she disappeared into another green blur while A’den fired after her and Cujo struck her last position only to hit thin air.


Felix stood still for a moment, analyzing her words. He wrapped his arm around Isanna, who he severely wanted to scold for jumping into a dangerous situation like this so recklessly, but was more relieved she got out alright. Sora had killed several of his children already. What could she be scheming?


The answer he would discover later. For now, his last memories were instinctively wrapping his body around Isanna like a parent and shielding her from a massive, blinding blast.





Up above Sora appeared like an angel of death over the battlefield, interrupting the fierce standoff taking place inside the Blue Pegasus Guild Hall. Many on both sides of the conflict paused inside upon noticing her brightly glowing orange hue, wondering what in the world she was going to do.


“I have a bad feeling about this,” Vaiya Kandosii said, following the serial killer’s motions with eerie curiosity. For some reason the air felt heavier...as if there was a greater pressure exerted on them.


Sora’s concentration, meanwhile, focused every bit of Magic she had left into a single spell.


“Windrunner.”


The woman’s soft, mellow voice was the last thing Vaiya heard before her vision exploded into white light and her ears filled with a single, deafening…


BOOM!

One Minute Later…


Vaiya awoke. She groaned, trying to recover some sense of where she was or what happened. An jolting ache made itself known as soon as she tried to sit up, so the blonde yelped in pain. Everything hurt a whole lot.


Somehow though, despite the discomfort, her curiosity pushed her to open her eyes, but upon doing so she really wished she hadn’t.


The Blue Pegasus Guild Hall, and the surrounding neighborhood, was no more. Now all that stood was burnt rubble and shattered concrete.

“W-what?” she stuttered, eyes wide. “What happened?”


Vaiya looked around in shock, seeing other of her fellow guild mages struggle to gain their bearings around her, and a few who still laid still on bloodied debris, lifeless.


Something grabbed her shoulder, and she screamed, “Kyah!”


“Hey?! Are you alrigh-- Vaiya? Long time no see,” a violet-eyed young man spoke, surprise evident in his voice. He was a bit out of breath, and beads of sweat embellished his skin. “What happened here, how did the guild hall explode?”


“You...Ryos,” Vaiya enunciated slowly, nerves still frazzled. Only then did she realize what he said. “The guild hall...exploded?”


“That bad, huh? Yeah, a few others and I saw it clearly from the outskirts of town, an explosion took out the guild hall and a bunch of structures next to it. How did you all manage to get out of the guild hall?” Ryos asked, looking around. Each and every one of the guild wizards that had been at the guild hall were lying on the concrete ground of Los Ichiyasco, about a block away from the now ruined Blue Pegasus Guild Hall.


“Uggghh…” a green-haired woman groaned, trying to push herself up. Blinking a few times until her vision cleared, Alyssa slowly turned her head, scanning the room. “...Ryos…?” she mumbled, just starting to make out the form of her guildmate.


The dragon slayer responded to his name, turning around to see that his long time friend was seemingly okay, which allowed him a breath of relief. “Alyssa, you’re looking pretty beat up,” Ryos stated to his guildmate. Though normally such a thing would be taken as a joke, there was no humor in Ryos’ tone.


“Shut up poison breath…” she muttered darkly.


It took Vaiya a second to judge pull herself together again, quietly taking in Alyssa’s appearance and the devastation around her.


“The last thing I saw was Sora with this weird aura around her,” Vaiya said. She struggled to pull as many details as she could recall despite how broken she suddenly felt. “Then everything turned white and I woke up here...no idea how I got here though.”


It didn’t seem strange to the blonde that she was so far away from the epicenter when she was just right inside the guild hall a minute ago. If she was thinking clearly rather than trying to recover from the shock, Vaiya might’ve thought differently, but for now she was just surprised she was still alive. In the future, she’d also probably wonder how in the world she only had a few major bruises and cuts on her body when the explosion should’ve immediately disintegrated her right then and there.


“So then Sora must’ve done something,” Ryos surmised. “When I find her…” he started, but that was a statement Ryos wouldn’t finish, “Where is Master Myla?”


Vaiya paused to think for a second. “I saw her jump into the basement just before the explosion,” Vaiya said. At the time the blonde had been fending for her life against a demon after being separated from Aden and Jessie, but she’d been able to catch glimpses of the rest of the battle.


“Basement.” Alyssa confirmed, climbing to her feet, forcing herself not to wince in pain as she stretched her now bruised muscles. “Let’s go then.” she said, glancing at Ryos, starting towards the now larger hole in the floor.


Ryos nodded, appreciating the toughness on display from the two young women. It couldn’t be easy pushing yourself like that after surviving an explosion of such magnitude. He followed behind Alyssa as she led towards an area that was once the marble flooring of the extravagant guild hall.


“Wait for me!” Vaiya called out, pulling her aching legs one step at the time. “A’den’s down there too. I have to see if he’s okay.” The blonde fell in line with the two S-Class mages of Lamia Scale, moving a bit slowly and with a limp, but otherwise keeping up.


Ignoring her slightly sore frame, Alyssa sat at the edge of the hole and pushed off, dropping down to what was left of the basement in a crouch. Wincing as her legs absorbed the impact, she forced herself upright and out of the way so that Ryos and Vaiya could follow. Not bothering to wait, she continued on.


Gingerly stepping and climbing over all the debris, she kept a sharp eye on where she was stepping, unsure how far in the guildmasters had went. She doubted it would be a good thing to step on an unconscious and injured Wizard Saint. Shoving at a large piece of fallen wood, Alyssa gasped at the strain on her muscles, watching as the wood fell slightly to the side, revealing the fallen form of Master Gregory.


“Oi Ryos!” she called back, a bit breathless. “Found one.”


Ryos jogged over, the expression on his face showing that he was a bit upset Alyssa left so eagerly while he was still waiting to join her. “Crap,” he uttered. Ryos ran to Gregory’s side.


“Well….if it isn’t….Delmora,” Master Greg barely managed. His clothes were almost entirely singed off except for the tattered remains of his pants. Underneath his exposed skin was badly burnt, and several open wounds on his body freely poured blood out onto the rubble nearly.


“What happened here, Master Gregory?” Ryos asked of the badly injured guild master.


“Not sure...check on Myla…” Gregory muttered once more before laying his head back on the floor.


At his words, Alyssa nodded, glancing at Ryos. “I’m going on ahead.” she told him. Ryos wanted to see his guild master as well, but it wasn’t in him to leave Master Gregory alone. Luckily, at that very moment...


“Master Greg!” Jacob ran forwards, Dusty hot on his heels. As he got closer, he knelt down and placed a hand on his Master’s chest. He looked between Ryos and Alyssa, fear mixed with confusion overtaking his face. Dusty stood behind him, looking around in awe, his mouth agape.





“What...why…” Dusty had some blood dripping down his arm from a scratch during the explosion, but he wasn’t paying any attention to it. He turned back to his Master and knelt down, looking over his wounds. He looked over to Jacob. “I can use my breath to cover the wounds...go check for the other Masters, Jacob…you too, Ryos. I’ll try and get him out of here safely…” His eyes seemed dead as a magic circle appeared in front of him, and he blew air through it. A thin cloud of dirt came through the circle, covering the wounds with a thin layer of stone, slowing the bleeding.


Jacob didn’t want to leave his Master’s side, but he would just get in the way of his friend’s work. He stood up and walked past Alyssa, limping slightly. “Let’s go find the other Guild Masters…”


Alyssa turned, watching for a moment before sighing. “I’m going.” she announced, starting forward again. They didn’t have time to waste standing around here.


“Alright, I’m coming with you,” Ryos added, following his guild mate once more.


Trying to push at the next piece of rubble she found, she huffed, finding she didn’t have enough strength to lift it on her own at the moment. Sending a glare back at Ryos and Jacob, she let out a low growl. “Get over here you idiots and lift this.”


Jacob and Ryos approached the rubble Alyssa was trying to lift. Jacob looked at it for a moment before he he lifted his hands up, magic circles in both of them. Fog began to pour out of them and seep underneath the rocks. He then slowly began lifting his hands, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. Slowly, the rocks floated upwards on top of the mist, and he began moving it over to a space where nothing or no one was.


“Neat trick,” Ryos said. He had been fully prepared to lift the rubble with his arms, but this was much nicer.


“Yeah yeah, now let’s go.” Alyssa snapped. “We don’t have time for pleasantries.” she growled, striding forward, annoyed with her fading strength. Climbing over another piece of rubble, her eyes widened. “Shit…” she mumbled, trying to hurry at the sight before her.


Ryos jumped over the rubble with relative ease, seeing as how he still had all his strength and energy. “You want me to carry you?” he asked Alyssa. There would be no need however, as once they had passed that last large piece of rubble, they would quickly spot four guild masters lying injured on the ground.


Though she wasn’t the only one that needed attention, Myla would be the one to get the attention, as Ryos and Alyssa ran over to her side.


“Master!” Ryos yelled. The sight of his master, the woman who had basically raised him, with tattered clothing, bloodied and burned, was one that brought out all the emotions from the usually calm and collected dragon slayer. He lifted her head off the the ground just a bit, holding her in his arms. “Master, speak to me!”


“Is that you...Ryos? Alyssa? You’re so loud, you brat,” she squeaked.


“Shut up you idiot,” Alyssa hissed at Ryos, crouching beside her master. “Are you alright?” she asked.


“I’ll be fine…” the older woman murmured, wincing in pain as she tried to move. “Go...go check on the others…”


With a heavy sigh, the green-haired woman complied, biting her tongue as her body screamed at her. Heading towards the fallen lump of Master Felix, Alyssa knew that she’d make Sora pay for what she’d done.





“She’ll pay…” she muttered under her breath. “I’ll make sure of it.”





“You okay?”


Ein, just before the explosion, a soft hand pulled you outside the guild hall in a burst of speed that sent chills up your spine for some reason. As you recover, you notice the softly regal features of a brunette looking at you, amused.


“Come on, Ein,” she said. You recognized her: Hikari. Your boss.


“I hope your brain hasn’t turned to goo from being a creep to all those poor girls yet, playboy.”


@Red





Cipher, Wyatt, and Caleb, just before the explosion purple magic circles suddenly appeared around you! Arising like a cylinder, the magic circle formed a prism around each of you. Runes and ancient letters ran up and down the magical structure which surrounded your body, safety separating each of you from the attacks of the mages nearby, but also preventing you from interacting with them any longer.


A lacrima had activated on you, Cipher, that also disabled your anti-Magic field for a few seconds to ensure the matrix wasn’t disrupted.


In a moment you felt the pull of a teleportation spell being cast, as agreed upon earlier. You wouldn’t have much time to fight or continue your plans it seemed.


With only time left for one last one-liner for your farewells, you’d only be in real world for a couple more seconds before your vision turned into the purple haze of the inter-dimensional teleportation medium, and then, in the lush interior of a hotel lobby.


A woman equipped in a set of powerful armor greeted you, lines of blue light running down the sides of her glowing suit. “Tempest here. Job well done,” she said in mock radio-speak, smiling with red lips. “Let’s go home.”


@DaughterofAthena @Mad Prince of Sanity @AllHailDago

Oh no! Just as your battle was getting into full swing, you were suddenly interrupted by the appearance of Sora once more, and this time she was exuding way more power than ever before.

Before you could realize what was going on, you were blinded by light, deafened by sound, and likely overwhelmed by the tingle of overwhelming heat. By the time you recover, whether that be in a few seconds, minutes, or longer, you’ll find yourself with a few new bruises and cuts, and in the midst of a devastated city block. Blue Pegasus has been destroyed! For those of you who are observant or not in shock, perhaps it might strike you odd that you only sustained comparatively minor injuries despite the explosion. And strange that you woke up a significant distance, a whole block, away from the center of the blast in the guild hall. What in the world happened? Furthermore the Tachyon Wing is nowhere in sight. Where’d they bugger off to? Of course, for those of you who are looking to also tend to the injured, you may find a few lifeless bodies of your comrades among them.... Many of the guildmasters are also missing. Can you find them? In honor of those who’ve died from the explosion in this post Velexus Reigo, A-Class member of Fairy Tail: Killed in action Masaki Yamamoto, A-Class mage of Fairy Tail: Killed in action Karla Van Houser, A-Class member of Blue Pegasus: Killed in action Grif Tullister, D-Class rookie of Silver Phoenix: Killed in action Suzu Inoue, D-Class member of Lamia Scale: Killed in action Ruvick Mair, S-Class member of Sabertooth: Killed in action Revan Lupus, B-Class Guildless Mage: Killed in action Aiden, S-Class Guildless Mage: Killed in action Sophia Jarvinia, A-Class Guildless Mage: Killed in action Until next time on the Kingslayer arc of Fairy Tail: A New Beginning…

 

[shadowdude505]

Lynn Aquari

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Before her skirmish with Damian began, Lynn noticed the arrival of Light, Jamke, and Sarafina. "I'm the Water Maiden, of course I can make more," Lynn replied dryly. "Water Orbs." Small spheres of water floated out of her hands and toward Light's storm cloud. She kept her gaze on Damian in case he tried something. He may end up trying to deal with one of the Lamia Scale wizards, but it payed to be cautions. Lynn was doing a good job at staring Damian down until a bright orange light took her attention away.


Lynn felt heat and heard a terrible noise before blacking out for a couple seconds. When she came to she found herself in the city streets. She had cuts and bruises on her arms and legs. Her shirt was also torn, reveling the fabric of the one piece swimsuit she was wearing. Lynn slowly stood up and surveyed the scene as she brushed herself off. The Blue Pegasus guild hall was just a bunch of debris now.


Deciding that regrouping was the best course of action, Lynn started to look for her guildmates. She knew Rose, Tori, and Bunny escaped the earlier chaos. They'd probably be worried about her after seeing the explosion. After minutes of searching, Lynn found her companions. "Are you three alright?" she asked.


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Sarafina the Exceed

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"Right behind you!" Sarafina exclaimed to Light and Jamke. She slashed at more goblins as she charged after her guildmates toward Damian. Her battle ready face showed her determination in helping her guildmates and the water mage that introduced herself as the Water Maiden. Her battle grin expression quickly turned to a look of confusion as an orange glow filled the room. She felt the heat and heard the rumbling of an explosion before she was knocked out of her battle form and sent flying.


@Hales (again) @utdfan22 (again)

Gurren Simon

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Gurren didn't look happy as Lilith blocked Mavis' attack with a stone golem and broke his fiery chains. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. He nodded to Olive after she asked him to cover her. Gurren ran along side her and turned his attention to the golem. "Fire-Make: Drill!" A fiery drill appeared in front of Gurren's right hand. He wasn't much of a miner, but he was good at breaking stuff. With this drill he was intending to break the golem, unfortunately he didn't have the time to use it.


The sound of the explosion was the worst part for Gurren, as a Fire-Make: Wizard he was trained to withstand the heat. Gurren found himself laying in the city with minor cuts and bruises across his body, not to mention a cat in similar conditions holding a sword laying on his chest. The cat quickly came to. "Ow....ow...ow....," the cat grunted as she stood. The cat looked like she was blushing from embarrassment as she quickly leaped off of Gurren's chest.


Now that he saw the cat in motion, she seamed to be similar to descriptions of Happy. It wasn't everyday that you meet an Exceed, but now wasn't a good time for introductions with the Blue Pegasus guild hall being a smoking heap. He couldn't see Mavis or Olive. "Dammit..." he growled.


"You should look for your friends," Gurren said to the Exceed before running off. He didn't wait to hear a response, but he did fainstly hear her tiny footprints as she called out "Light, Jamke, Libby," and other names from Lamia Scale. "Mavis!? Olive!?" he called out out. As he searched for his companions he found the limp bodies of a couple more Fairy Tail mages. Gurren clenched his fist at the sight of his fallen guildmates.


"They're going to pay for this."


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[Red Thunder]

Adrianne Harrow

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@Stormborn Targaryen[/URL]

Tommy O'Shay

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A piece of the old guild hall's roof shifted from where it had fallen. It moved back to where it had been, as if whatever had tried to lift it had failed to do so. Suddenly it was blasted up and away, the gust of air the lifted it rushing upwards from underneath. Tommy stood up slowly, wincing as he did. The suit he wore was cut and dirty, and one of his glasses lenses was missing. His left arm hung limply be his side, his shoulder broken by the debris, and he cradled it with his right hand.


"Hell..." he muttered then looked around. Zeke wasn't in sight, and he was concerned for his strange friend.


"Zeke! Ezekial! You still alive? Talk to me, kid!"





@GoldenBlight

 

[Peaceswore]

Drake Silver, Mille Thorrin


and Stacy Xen

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Drake let out a sigh as he looked behind him as Millie asked him if everything was alright. ‘Alright? If you ignore the fact that a blood bath is happening inside the guild hall then yeah, everything is alright.’ He thought before shaking his head. “I’m not sure Millie, people are hurt and fights are still going on. I don’t know how this is going to pan out.” He said as he looked down at Millie, staying silent for a bit he rubbed his temple as he tried to clear his head of all these cluttering and worrisome thoughts.


He was about to suggest that the two go into the hall to the area Marcella and Asher were so he could keep an eye out on his spirit and see if anyone else would need their help. However before he could, he was completely blinded, and he felt an intense sound behind him almost making his ears burst from the force of it and he felt intense heat around him. ‘What the hell!?’


On instinct he covered his face and closed his eyes while his other hand had reached out and grabbed Millie’s hand pulling her to him and leaning down a bit as if to simply shielding himself, believing this was some sort of attack. Though, just as quick as all this pain came, it left...sort of. His body was still rather hot and his ears were ringing non stop, and his eyes hurt. But most of it was over. Confused and slightly wounded he straightened up his eyes looking around for a moment before they widen in surprise. The block...it was decimated. “What’s going on???” He asked out loud before looking down at Millie. “Are you okay?”


Even in the moments that Drake pulled Millie in tightly towards him, her entire body was shaking because she heard and felt the exact same things that he did and it terrified her to no end. Her arms wrapped around her guildmate, clinging to him tightly as she braced herself for the worst thing she could possibly imagine. Her eyes closed tightly and Millie honestly didn’t expect to be opening them again anytime soon.


However, Millie also heard Drake’s voice again and she blinked quickly, confused. Lessening her grip just a bit, she nodded. “Mhm.” It was only after that that she looked around to see that everything was destroyed and Millie’s jaw dropped in shock. It didn’t make sense - any of it. Why were they still alive and how? She did know one thing though and as Millie turned her head back to Drake, one question came out. “Where’s Adrianne?”


When it was confirmed that Millie was okay Drake looked up and around trying to figure out what was going on. A huge explosion must have done all this damage, that being said he and many others should be in tiny bit right now. ‘Stacy… I didn’t see her in the fight, is she even still alive?’ He wondered the briefest feeling of worry passing over him however he quickly dismissed it. ‘Miss f-ing perfect better be alive.’ He thought his eyes now going over to Millie at her question. “..... Hold on.” He said as he closed his eyes for a bit before opening them.


Now they were emerald rather than a sapphire color and he gazed around. He kept a blank face as he looked around, he saw many souls...many of them that were simply floating away, leaving the bodies which they once commanded. He didn’t address this in the least and continued to survey the land till he came to a stop. “Found her.” He said when he had located her soul out of the people that were around him. “Luckily she is not to far, and she’s alive.” He looked down at Millie and sighed. “Let’s go to her. We need to regroup.”


Millie didn’t need any second suggestion. Her eyes followed Drake’s as she looked for their guildmate and once Millie saw Adrianne, she grabbed Drake’s hand and pulled him along behind her while they half ran towards the third Raven Tail mage. Millie was wavering with her steps, still tired from the magic she had used earlier, but she didn’t seem to notice that much and once she got close enough to Adrianne, Millie stopped running and yelled out, “Adrianne! Are you ok!?”


Even as she did so, though, another thought occurred to her and Millie’s head jerked around as she realized they were missing another important person. “Where’s Master Cyan?”


When Ken saw Millie run off to his guild mate he didn’t follow instead he looked around as his mind went back to the earlier fights. ‘....Not once did I hear her annoying voice… There’s no way that women Sora payed any attention to Goldylocks, so where is she?’ Letting out a sigh he activated his soul eyes. ‘I sigh a lot… I should work on not doing that.’ Once more scanning the area for a familiar soul.


And with his luck he found her, when he did he didn’t do a thing as it looked like the soul was getting close to leaving her body. ‘She better not even think about it!’ he bolted off without a word. He went down an alley and turned to a crumbled building about two blocks away. When he got there he fell to his knees and started to dig into the rumble. He saw her soul was trapped under this pile, so he kept working. It didn’t take long for him to see that same dirty blond hair he saw earlier when the girl had entered the guild hall.


Checking her pulse he smirked seeing she was fine. ‘I can’t leave you can I…. Or can I?’ With a simple shake of his head and lifted her up giving her a piggy back ride. Using his own souls he placed the chakrams back onto his feet and used these to fly quickly back to his guildmates before another f-ing explosion could happen.


He wasn’t gone for more than four minutes before he jumped off the chakrams (which all flew back into his jacket) and went next to Millie and Adrianne. “Damn you are heavy.” He stated as he adjusted Stacy weight on his back. “Is this everyone?”


Millie glanced curiously at the girl on Drake’s back before shaking her head quickly. “No, we don’t know where Master Cyan is,” she replied although her gaze kept drifting back to the girl on Drake’s back.


She turned to look back at Adrianne again, only to realize that the seer had fallen from her feet and Millie rushed up to her, and placed a steadying hand on Adrianne’s shoulder. “You’re not ok, are you?” Millie didn’t even wait for an answer, though, before she cast her spell. “I cast the blessing of stamina.” A rush of energy drained out of Millie and flooded into Adrianne although Millie almost immediately became unbalanced at its effects on her own body before she collapsed onto Adrianne’s lap.


When Drake saw what Millie did he just shook his head. He didn't have time to stop her to inform her he could have used his spirit. But it was already done and at least she wasn't psychically hurt. "How are you holding up? Think you are going to kick the bucket soon?"


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[Sergeant Sass]

Asher Novine and Marcella Novine

Pre/Intra Explosion

As Drake’s healing spirit poured magic into Marcella’s body, slowly her body began to put itself back together while Asher watched. His gaze drifted from his sister to the doorway and anyone who came through who looked even the slightest bit threatening would’ve been attacked without a moment’s hesitation. Fortunately for both Asher and whoever that might have been, no one ever came through who appeared to be a threat. Marcella’s body slowly began to move again, testing the movements although she hadn’t quite regained consciousness.


That was when the spirit left. That was also when the explosion went off.


Asher had about a single moment’s notice to prepare for it and he made as much use of that moment as he could. “Water Dragon Pulse!” A small bubble of water surrounded Marcella’s body completely. It would absorb the impact of the blow. And Asher’s control of the water was expertly precise. None of the water would so much as dare to trickle into her airways and yet every single inch of her body was cushioned.


“Water Dragon Whip!” A stream of water stretched from Asher’s hand as he reached for anything that could pull him away from the rapidly expanding energy so that he wouldn’t take as much of it as he would if he remained on his exact current spot.


The explosion hit. Asher’s body was sent flying back while Marcella’s body merely bounced within the water cushion Asher had created. The magic served his purpose and as Asher lost consciousness when his body impacted the ground, the water dissipated, lowering Marcella’s still fully intact body to the ground.


Post Explosion

“Asher? Asher!” As the water dragon slayer’s eyes blinked open, he was quick to notice the one person standing over him who was really the last person he expected to be fine and dandy after what had just happened. It was Marcella. Memories flooded back to him as he remembered what he had done and exactly how draining it had been. It was only at that memory that his eyes flickered to what was in Marcella’s hand - a canteen.


He smiled weakly as he pushed himself into a sitting position, feeling slightly dizzy although there was strength flowing through him again. He briefly wondered exactly how much water Marcella had dumped down his throat before he had woken up and he dared to ask, “Any left?”


“Nope,” Marcella replied. “You must’ve done something pretty stupid if you needed that much.” She was just teasing, and Asher knew that. Marcella was fully aware that Asher had probably saved her life only a moment ago and she wasn’t about to ignore it. Her teasing was her thank you - in a sense.


Asher chuckled slightly. “Anyone else up and moving around?”


Marcella shook her head. “A few, although I haven’t seen Raito or Yuura.” Marcella held a hand out to Asher and helped him get to his feet. It was only standing that Asher got a better look at her. She had found her bow and her quiver was back in it’s rightful place which was certainly a step in the right direction.


“Well, I guess we’ve gotta find Raito,” Asher sighed. “He should know what to do because I haven’t got a clue. Do we carry on with that mission the council was assigning, do we investigate this mess, do we…” he trailed off. “You know what? Thinking isn't my job. I’ll leave that to Raito. Raito or Yuura.”


Marcella nodded, smiling once at him before she turned and started leading the way through the rubble. The Novine siblings occasionally called out the names of their guildmates, Yuura and Raito, and Asher added in Bailey’s name as well although that did earn him a glare from his sister just once.


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[Hales]

Light Ethereal

Even though Lynn had offered more water to fuel his storm, Light hadn’t been able to sustain it against the growing heat of the explosion was made even louder by the rumbling thunder that echoed through his clouds even as it was sucked into the expanding energy field - the expanding energy field that should’ve knocked Light onto his ass and left him dead in the dirt and rubble that remained.


However, that was not what happened. Light had closed his eyes in preparation for that, but when he opened them, he reappeared on another block nowhere near where he had previously been standing. And sure, his skin had a few bruises and burns, but it was nowhere near as severe as what it should have been. He should’ve been dead.


Shaking his head slightly to bring himself back to thought after the terror washed away, Light stood up, brushed himself off and looked around. The entire Blue Pegasus guild hall was destroyed and Light couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming urge of sympathy for the members of the fabulous guild. As far as he could tell, everyone had lost this battle, but only Blue Pegasus had lost their home in the process. He couldn’t even come close to imagining how awful he would feel if it had been his home instead.


It was Sarafina who broke him out of that train of thought. Light heard her calling out the names of the Lamia Scale guild members. “Oy!” Light called out. “Over here!” Even as he called out in reply, though, Light began making his way towards Sarafina, wherever she was.


“Well, that was intriguing,” he remarked.


@shadowdude505

 

[Lady Warlock]

Olive Kittana

Olive’s mind went wild. Even as she moved her blade to slash at Lilith, she couldn’t actually do it, and it wasn’t because she couldn’t bring herself to hurt another human being. It was because there was something else going on - something so vast and immense that it consumed the minds of so many more people than Olive could keep track of at one time. There was one mind that Olive could pick out of it, though - Master Gregory Maximillion Victoria. However, before she could even try to make any meaning out of the thoughts she could sense, everything went white as a sound louder than thunder rang through her ears, disrupting any concentration she had.


When she opened her eyes again, no longer blinded by a seemingly magical brilliance, Olive had to seriously reorient herself to the situation. People were up and moving around; conscious minds were quick to make themselves aware to her. There was an explosion… and people are already up and walking around as though nothing happened? She glanced down at her own body, completely and utterly shocked that she hadn’t sustained any major injuries.


She heard Gurren call out to her. Well, she heard him and she sensed him. She heard in his thoughts that he was looking for her long before the sound of his voice ever reached her ears. Olive made her way towards the Fiery Fairy although she didn’t stop once she got to him. Instead she was walking right back towards the center of the explosion. “The guildmasters were in the basement,” she explained. “They were following her.” Olive didn’t really feel the need to say much more than that. Her tone made it obvious that she was concerned and the rest of her was simply flooded with questions about what had just happened. There was no reason for her to voice those questions to Gurren because he would not know the answers.


The closer she got to the center of where the Blue Pegasus guild hall once stood, the more distraught she became. Although she may not have said it much, Blue Pegasus was her home and before too long, Olive was quite literally crying - crying because now she had no home, crying because she didn’t understand, crying because no matter how much she tried, she still hadn’t been able to solve the riddles before everything blew up in her face. That didn’t mean she stopped walking though. Olive was determined to get to her guildmates and to get to her guildmaster.


Making her way down into the basement, unsure if anyone was following her or not, Olive stumbled upon Master Gregory and upon her guildmate, Dusty. From the moment she stopped in front of them, Olive knew they would see her tears and she didn’t care anymore. “Wh-what happened? I don’t… I don’t understand… our home. I-It’s g-gone…” The young Blue Pegasus mage knelt down beside her injured guildmaster, sensing that there were more mages in deeper searching for the others.


Looking up at Dusty and Gregory, Olive could only ask one question. “What now?”


@shadowdude505 @Refaulted @BLUR

 

[BLUR]

Rex Ourano, Ryannan "Ryan" Costice, and Lowell Thrice

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“Oh man, the hell was that light,” Rex Ourano croaked, lifting his head from the cold ground it laid on. Supporting his elevated back with his arms, essentially putting him in a seated position, he looked around to see what had happened and where he was.


To his surprise, he was outside of the guild hall he previously stood in, and said hall was no longer in the shape it had been in upon his arrival.


“I know I smashed the door down, but I didn’t do THAT,” Rex uttered to himself. The damage to the Blue Pegasus home was quite extensive, and nothing like what Rex would expect given the battles that had been going on inside it. Obviously, whatever light had blinded him had been a part of something greater, something Rex couldn’t figure out despite the blatant answer.


Finally, he lifted himself off the ground. As if his eyes were magnets with an attraction to the first female form they could sense, he spotted the girl from earlier, the same one with the paper magic who had also alerted him to the arrow that almost killed Caleb.


Walking over to her, he would quickly notice that the girl had lost consciousness. Rex scratched his head, once again wondering what had happened to cause this, before scooping the girl off the ground and into his arms. He began to shake gently.


“Hey, up and at em!”


As Rex picked her up, Ryannan’s body flinched at first, her face curling into a grimace before she made a sound. “Eehh…” Blinking twice she finally looked up and realized that Rex was holding her. It looked as though her eyes were going to shift into a glare, but a pained expression quickly prevented that from happening as Ryannan’s teeth gritted together. She was trying not to scream.


Simply by looking at her, Rex would notice a few things. One: her shirt was scorched. Holes were burnt through the fabric in several places and others were merely charred black. Two: her skin was entirely reddened and in some places already blistering. It seriously looked as though she had been caught in the middle of the explosion even though now she was lying a block away from where it would’ve happened.


And if Rex was perceptive enough, he would notice that her skin felt warm to the touch and that it was tight, like leather. Rex wasn’t sure what he could do for her at the moment, and he wasn’t aware of any healing mages present, especially considering he only knew his own guild mates and a couple select others. He was aware that she was dealing with burns, considering he had witnessed her battle, and so he was probably the worst choice to help her anyway.


Therefore, the sand mage decided he would have to carry the girl to a hospital, where she could be treated.


Not too far away from the sand mage and the paper mage, Lowell was sitting up and scratching his head, very confused by what had just happened, why he was waking up when he didn’t remember falling asleep, and where on earth his katana had managed to run off to in the whole ordeal. His nose picked up Rex’s scent before he saw his guildmate and he wasn’t slow to call out to him. “Oy! Rex!”


Rex’s head snapped towards the direction of the sound of his name. Once he saw Lowell, a grin plastered itself onto his lips.


“Hey buddy! Good to see you’re still in one piece, can’t say the same for her though,” Rex said, his eyes moving down as if to point towards Ryannan.


Lowell got to his feet and closed the distance between himself and Rex, eyeing up the girl in Rex’s arms curiously. “You got a girlfriend now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at his guildmate.


Rex laughed. A bit too hard actually. “Na, not even close. But what kinda guy would I be if I didn’t help her get help. That day’s coming though,” Rex joked, before continuing, “Wanna come with?”


Lowell smirked at Rex’s joke although in the end he had to shake his head. “Can’t. I’ve gotta search through this rubble and figure out where my katana wound up,” he explained before his eyes lit up, briefly remembering something. “You know what? I’m an idiot. I left it with Malakai. I suppose that means I’ve gotta go find him.” Lowell shrugged. “Good luck though.”


Rex nodded. “Thanks man! You should probably come through afterwards. Looks like everyone could use a check up at least,” Rex surmised, looking around at all the other bodies that were still trying to regain consciousness.


Giving Rex a thumbs up before he ran off, Lowell called back, “Will do! I’ll send any pretty girls I find your way, too!”


Rex began to take his own leave as well, smirking as he turned away from his friend, "I couldn't ask for a better guild mate, Lowell," Rex laughed as he began his trek to the hospital, girl in arms and all.





@Hales @DaughterofAthena

 

[BlackknifeVane]

Bailey O'Hara


Bailey woke up more confused than anything else. The last thing he remembered he kicked a giant monster in the stomach and hung out with his new mage friend. Now, he was somewhere completely different. Slowly but surely, he began to completely regain consciousness, and this confused him even more. He was supposed to be at the guild hall, but all he saw around him was rubble and fire. 'What the hell is going on?' he thought. He tried getting up, but he immediately fell back down. He was so tired, he was ready to just collapse once again, but he stubbornly refused, even though going down was arguably the smarter thing to do. With all of the chaos and destruction around him, he couldn't live with himself if he didn't at least try to make sure his friends were alright. Even though his magic power was incredibly low, he could still walk, and that was enough for him.


After walking for a minute or two (in his condition, it felt like hours), Bailey reached some different looking ruins, and began searching for any of his comrades, trying to make sure they were still alive. He stumbled through the ruin and ash further and further until he heard some familiar voices. It sounded like Asher and Marcella. Bailey ran (at this point it was honestly more of a quick hobble) to find them, to make sure they were OK (although if they weren't there really wasn't much he could do about it, except maybe wave his arms around a little).


After some more searching, he found the Novine siblings, and Asher was calling out his name, as well as those of Raito and Yuura. He knew they didn't exactly adore him, but they were his first friends at Sabertooth, and he cared deeply for both of them, even if one of them hated his guts. He was so happy at seeing his friends relatively unharmed, that he ran over to them as fast as he could (which wasn't very fast at all).


"GUYS! YOU'RE OK!"


Bailey charged at his friends with his arms open, ready to give them the biggest hug he could possibly give. He knew Marcella would probably shoot him with an arrow and knock him unconscious again, but he just didn't seem to care. Seeing the two of them alive and walking around was all he needed.


@Sergeant Sass