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[color=cyan]Level:[/color] 2
[color=cyan]Day/Time:[/color] Day One; Evening
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] En route to the Abandoned Castle (Arriving)
[color=cyan]Tag:[/color] [color=4be2a3]Naija[/color] [@DracoLunaris], [color=limegreen]Luigi[/color] [@Bright_Ops]
[color=cyan]Mentions:[/color] Team [color=steelblue]T[/color][color=orange]w[/color][color=a187be]o[/color] [@Zarkun], [@Lmpkio], [@ToadRopes] and [color=silver]Slayer[/color] [@Lugubrious]
[color=cyan]Word Count:[/color] 724[/center]



The feral flock of demonic raven-like were quick to retreat to their master for safety after three of their sisters fell. Fox was banking on them futilely overextending their reach, but they instead came to terms with their immediate limitations and fell back, which was the smartest thing they could have done. Though, whether their actions were determined by some remaining vestige tactic or just a matter of mere instinct was anyone’s guess, but it made little difference in this case. Clown car-ing behind Odin as they did would slow them to his pace, but it also kept them out of Fox’s sight. He wasn’t going to be able to whittle away at them as they had hoped; a fact Naija was sure to remind him of as she commanded that he redirect his fire to Odin himself. He had no illusions about doing any real harm to him, but he couldn’t argue with her thinking. If there’s anything they should know regarding potential defense mechanisms he might have, they would do well to figure that out ahead of time. The vulpine was mildly skeptical of yielding anything conclusive at this rate, but he wagered that it was better than doing nothing.

Naija was making good on putting fast distance between them and the Demon Lord, so Fox would be putting his marksmanship to the test. The Demon King’s image shrank exponentially as the seconds passed, and it was already difficult finding anything on him that wasn’t armored, save for his disproportionately sized wings and a pair of glowing yellow eyes leering at (or through) them through the small slit in his helmet. Starting with the latter, these would be his targets. Even the powerful and seemingly impenetrable still had to see and function - his experiences with Andross told him as much - but his marks would be harder to hit this time. He steadied his aim and took three seconds to himself to concentrate, breathing deeply before letting loose four five-round bursts meant for Odin’s eyes and the joints of his wings - in that order. The entire stream of laser fire would clear muzzle in no more than two seconds.

Chances were that the King would be largely unfazed, if Naija’s theory (or a simple guess) was anything to go by, but Fox took a gamble on the off chance that he could potentially affect him in any way. Assuming he did, this would naturally come with aggravating the monstrous berserker, which seemed to be a pattern with every action he’s taken throughout the battle. If there were any effects to be noticed, he would have scarce little time to pick up on them as they left the boss and his unit behind. It wouldn’t be long before he touched down after them, however, so they hadn’t time to waste assembling the others once they arrived.

The encroaching sight of the immolated keep where the other teams were assigned made clear the fact that they couldn’t have been doing much better on their ends. The sirenic aqualass took this opportunity to loudly, preemptively broadcast warning to anyone within earshot. Her announcement was a tad bit melodramatic for his liking, but she got the point across much quicker than he could have. Her voice carried farther than his, after all. As the two closed in, Fox would spring off the log, diving forward over Naija, tumbling into a reverse sault, and landing on both feet in a lowered position facing opposite to where he was before. He slid backwards to a stop between the group as he made his two-point landing. He then motioned to offer Luigi a helping hand up before restating the matter.

[color=cyan]“You heard her. Odin’s on his way… [i]with help[/i]. Be ready!”[/color]

There was a restrained tone of urgency in his voice; no signs of panic or fear, but enough to appropriately stress the serious nature of the impending threat. Under any other circumstances, he would have requested a status report, but he didn’t have time to hear them out. As dire as things looked, Fox felt slightly more confident that they would all be able to pull through together, but they would all but certainly have their work cut out for them. He redrew his blaster, holding it to with both hands, and stood poised for what was to come.