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[color=cyan]Level:[/color] 2
[color=cyan]Day/Time:[/color] Day One; Evening
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Abandoned Castle - Exterior
[color=cyan]Tag:[/color] [color=4be2a3]Naija[/color] [@DracoLunaris]
[color=cyan]Mentions:[/color] [color=a187be]Hapu[/color] [@ToadRopes], [color=f49ac2]Quina[/color] [@Hylozoist], [color=8882be]Oswald[/color]/[color=ed145b]Velvet[/color] [@Holy Soldier]
[color=cyan]Word Count:[/color] 1004[/center]



Fox drew forth his shield just in time to ward off the incendiary bombardment, but not quite to the effect he had hoped for. Each returned blast only made it as far as the next one behind it as the chain of projectiles rapidly collided with one another in overwhelming succession, detonating right in front of the barrier that narrowly separated him from it. With a muted flash and a bright, piercing blare, Fox’s reflector burst violently under the pressure of the explosive impact it had just sustained. The resulting concussive shock from the combined two forces blew him off his feet and sent him soaring over Hapu, a trail of grey smoke lining his features and following him in a gentle arc as he flew from the fiery cloud. He bounced once as he hit the ground sideways into an uncontrolled roll that so happened to put out the wicks of flame that lit the ends of his tail, ears, and jacket like the corners of a burning letter, coming to a rough stop in the form of a face down skid.

Fox let out a single panged, ragged breath as he slowly, weakly pushed himself back onto his feet, reeling from slight disorientation that would soon pass. He reached down to pick up his reflector that he had dropped during his tumble, but his hand soon jolted back from it after finding out the hard way that it was hot to the touch. He hadn’t noticed initially that its vents were open and active, so he waited a few more seconds for them to die down and close as the device finished cooling off before picking it back up again and looping it back to his belt. How his trusted tool for defense had failed him here after having previously combated Rayquaza with it in the past probably would have confused him a little had he any time or attention to spare to the thought. Perhaps it was in need of a tune-up, or he simply overestimated its capacity, or some degree of both. Either way, it was going to be of no further use to him for the duration of the battle while it was recharging, and he was lucky enough to have survived with it as is.

His clothing and fur were singed and smeared black - mostly on his left side - patterning his form in a way that resembled the defined shadows on a well drawn model, but as far as he could tell nothing was broken or missing save for the left sleeve on his now tattered flight jacket. He held his side with his right hand and observed the fight while taking a moment to let the pain subside. He hadn’t realized in the literal heat of the moment that Hapu had taken cover behind him during the last wave, but it was good to know that she remained unharmed, thankfully. The rotund connoisseur whose name Fox couldn’t remember arrived with unexpected backup just in time to make a conjoined effort with Oswald to topple the Demon Lord. Oswald struck Odin in the back, as per his own advice, while the scarlet clad stranger tethered down the titanic king using his own strength against him. The chef acted to capitalize on this by... summoning a giant pumpkin... and dropping it on his head? The ludicrously oversized crop was large enough to cast a shadow over its intended target, Odin, so as farfetched as the idea was, it may have actually been able to damage him. Regardless, they now had an opening, and now was the time to make good use of it.

After regaining himself, Fox took off into a progressively hastening sprint as the gargantuan vegetable was mid-fall. The battlefield was littered with fragmented squash meat and rind as it crashed against Odin’s crowned helm. This should suffice to keep attention off of Fox long enough for him to move to Odin’s right flank. Naija had begun raising the fearsome morningstar above its wielder, her intentions being clear, but an assist would be welcomed. The overlapping noise of two sharp swipes and starry ringing raced past Oswald’s ears as Fox rushed through the king’s dark wings that surrounded the Shadow Knight. Fox slung himself back around by Balor’s chain to plant his feet on it while it was still taught at a right angle and began an ascending run up the steepening improvised tightrope. As he approached the spherical end, he attempted to disconnect it from its metal bonds by shooting the last link that held it. Assuming it would work, this would ensure that Odin wouldn’t yank the weapon back down in the likely event that he desperately attempted to do so.

Fox leaped from the chain up to the massive cerulean mace as it reached the apex of its carry, which would be conceivably greater should he prove successful in severing it. He placed a hand flat against the glowing orb for leverage, using his upward momentum to twist and forcefully throw himself over it feet first. Fox briefly rolled through the air above Naija whilst sailing around the mighty flail until he unfolded at the height of his jump. He remained suspended overhead for two seconds before fast falling backwards into an adjusting flip to deliver a straight kick downward in unison with Naija’s. With a whipping smack, the flat of his right foot met the top of Balor to help send it crashing down onto its accursed user.

Comparing Fox’s strength to others, it wasn’t much, but it was obviously better than what Naija would have gotten on her own. Fox had kicked off of the weapon with enough force to send him into a retreating back tuck to place some margin of distance between him and the Demon Lord in case he got back up. He snappily raised his blaster to the ready the instant he hit the ground in vigilant preparation for whatever came next, which he hoped would be nothing.