[center][abbr=Octopath Travelers][img]https://i.ibb.co/88KWNj5/OTbanner.png[/img][/abbr]
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[color=FFC6C6][u]Level[/u]: [b]10[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 183/100[/color] [color=2e2c2c]------[/color] [color=BC8DBF][u]Level[/u]: [b]7[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 234/70[/color]
[color=gray]𝙱𝙿[/color] [color=gold]●●●[/color]●[color=gray]●[/color] [color=2e2c2c]----------------------------[/color] [color=gray]𝙱𝙿[/color] [color=gold]●●[/color][color=gray]●●●[/color]
[color=lightgray]Word Count: 483 (+2 exp)
[b]Location[/b]: The Under[/color][/center]
It was hard to judge how long a battle would last. Despite the now numerous conflicts that Primrose had been a part of, she wasn't a warrior that could instinctually tell the strength of an opponent, nor could she calculate her and her allies' strength to compare it to. So it was more like a gut feeling when she felt her mana had recovered enough to last the remainder of the battle. 

She launched her fire and shadow magic at the Radiance when she could, completely unable to contribute anymore empowerment to the Seekers via dancing given everything the alien light was throwing at them. She side stepped the conjured blades when they fell vertically, ducked or flew when they came horizontally, and generally did her best to avoid the rays of light that shown out over the area.

Therion was in the same boat, along with most everyone else - keeping evasive and contributing when he could. After his use of Hellfire he caught on to Nadia's pun quickly and noted the elemental reaction, but felt the need to let her know his contribution to that trick of hers would be limited. [color=BC8DBF]"Yeah. Just don't expect it to happen again anytime soon,"[/color] he said just before the two of them split up to avoid the spikes. His fire spell was one of the more damaging options he had, but wasn't something he preferred to use all the time. In the mean time he was back to physical weapons, chucking his throwing knives and darts at the Radiance when it appeared close to him.

Both of them took a splash in the healing water of Jesse's striker to help with the damage they were steadily taking, but otherwise they kept on the move. With the arena half covered in spikes, getting out of the way of the Radiance's attacks was only getting more difficult - so it was with great relief that Jesse threw down the ooze and Sectonia summoned her antlers, providing more options for movement. 

Primrose's Baldur Shell had already been broken through and had yet to recover, so she was glad to use the cover provided by her allies to get out of the way of the light rays. She cast Moonlight Waltz on the Radiance when it stayed put for a moment to throw yet another barrage at them. Then she cast Luna, using her own Boost to strengthen it and letting the spell track the Guardian as it teleported around the area. 

Meanwhile Therion made use of the ooze rather than a teammate this time, having used it before. On the way up he barely evaded a flying sword and used Armor Corrosive again, on the Radiance itself this time. On the way down he intended to get another attack in, but it teleported away - not before conjuring another wave of searing light that began to wash over the area.
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[center][abbr=Pit][img]https://i.ibb.co/7VzgY22/pit.png[/img][/abbr]
Word Count: 1115 (+4 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]5[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 209/50
[b]Location[/b]: Dystopiascape - Midgar[/center]
Pit would have told Nox off for his actions (if he knew what he was doing was evil, why do it in the first place?), but very suddenly the man had an unexpected outburst. It would be the first time in Pit’s experience that words alone got through to a villain without the need for a fight, but that… didn’t seem to be what was going on. It almost seemed like the wail of someone who had already lost, but as far as Pit knew it was everyone’s first time meeting Nox. 

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"What’s he talking about?"[/color] the angel asked, genuinely confused about what was happening. What did he mean by ‘ten minutes’? And his strange cube that has spoken to him and told him he would succeed, what was that about? 

It was suggested by some that Nox actually [i]had[/i] succeeded, that he and his crew had defeated the Seekers and managed to travel back in time to this moment, instead of whenever he’d actually wanted to go. Pit blinked at that, not looking any less lost. There was no way the Seekers would actually lose, right? He discarded that explanation entirely.

After what had just happened, it wasn’t as surprising to see Nox cut and run. Karen Travers stepped up in his place with another alleged method of time travel. He still meant to fight, even with one ally deserted and the other two unsure. Maybe if they subdued Karen fast, they could convince the other two not to fight. Mephisto already looked about ready to give up like Nox had, and Sam didn’t have the light of Galeem in his eyes that would force him to keep fighting. Pit twirled the bow in his hand, as much a restless fidget as a sign he was ready for battle. But the one to kick things off wasn’t himself, or Karen or Goldlewis - it was Consul C.

All of a sudden the Seekers were contending with two big monsters on either side of them, and the Consul himself had joined the enemy team. 

Pit dashed into battle toward C's group at the same time that the rest of the Seekers moved. With Tycoon now activated it swung its massive arm across the area, nearly catching Pit in its path. When the angel noted the metal coming toward him, his head buzzed with thoughts of escaping the impact. He leapt up as high as he could, using his wings to go even farther. If he’d jumped even a moment later he wouldn’t have been able to clear it - but as it was Pit pulled his legs in so that Tycoon’s arm just barely passed underneath him. He landed with a roll on the moving metal and then popped off the side back down onto the arena as the machine god reset its posture.

It was the Guardian that Pit chose to focus on first. Everyone else was engaged already, leaving only Susie to pit herself against Tycoon and take the brunt of its attention. The angel started firing upon it, loosing light arrows as fast as he could nock them. He struck all over the machine, searching for any place he guessed might be a weak spot. Maybe it didn't even have one, as armored as it was. Still, this was their mission. Once it was taken town and one of them claimed its spirit, the fight would be all but won!

Pit had been bouncing around while firing to avoid what he could when he could, between Tycoon’s attacks and the stray offshoots from everyone else fighting. Robotic parts had flown off from the Guardian, firing lasers that seemed to have frozen in place that he kept an eye on too. He was doing a good job of playing keep away until the fog that had been gradually covering the area made its way to him.

He coughed, the clouds stinging his throat and skin. The longer he stood in it the more it hurt. So it wasn’t just a smokescreen, this stuff was actually doing damage! Pit beat his wings to clear a small area around him, looking for higher ground. Unfortunately the arena was mostly flat, so he had little choice but to use Tycoon for a lift. 

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"Be right back!"[/color] he said to Susie and Zenkichi as he passed them by, catching the side of Tycoon’s arm when it aimed at her. It pulled its arm back and Pit rode up with it, transitioning to the Guardian’s shoulder. From there, he could see a little better… but a lot of the battlefield was starting to become obscured. The smoke was emanating from the monster that Mephisto had turned into as it teleported around the area.

He also saw Roxas chasing it around. Last he’d seen the blonde boy had been talking Sam down, so he must have succeeded and moved on to another enemy. It was time to switch priorities and join him - especially if the fog was going to interfere with the others’ fights.

Pit dismissed his bow, replacing it with the rainbow orb that would become his Breaking Palm. He closed his fist around it and it began to adhere to his skin. The chromatic marks traced their way up his arm, and he opened his hand back up to unleash a helpful assault. Much faster and more homing than his arrows, the energy shots from his Palm could chase down even the slipperiest of foes. Since Pit couldn't tell where the Singer would appear next, he had to rely on the speed of his attacks to trace the battlefield and hit home. Shimmery rainbow energy blasts drove toward their target, piling damage onto the beast alongside Roxas’ attacks. When it disappeared and reappeared in another area, the energy blasts curved to chase their target if they were close enough. 

The barrage of light continued, raining down on the Singer especially when it moved particularly far from the Nobody, right up until Tycoon decided it didn’t want a hitchhiker any longer. It didn’t even need to reach up and swat him; Tycoon shook its shoulder and unbalanced Pit, and when it threw its next punch the angel fell from his perch with a yelp. Bouncing against the machine god’s body wasn’t particularly painful, but it wasn’t fun either. He caught himself before hitting the ground, his wings slowing his fall so that when he landed it was in an undignified heap rather than a nastier impact. The rainbow glow of the Breaking Palm lit up the remnants of the fog in this area, and then the same energy that had been chasing the Singer crashed against Tycoon.