[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]: 187/100[/color] [color=2e2c2c]------[/color] [color=BC8DBF][u]Level[/u]: [b]7[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 238/70[/color]
[color=gray]𝙱𝙿[/color] [color=gold]●●[/color]●[color=gray]●●[/color] [color=2e2c2c]----------------------------[/color] [color=gray]𝙱𝙿[/color] ●●●[color=gray]●●[/color]
[color=lightgray]Word Count: 757 (+4 exp)
[b]Location[/b]: The Under[/color][/center]
When the Radiance fell, both Primrose and Therion ceased their chasing and casting. The dancer still held a spell in her hand, and Therion his blades in his, but both of them glanced around at the others and waited for the telltale crumbling of the light being's body. The Orsterrans used the break in the endless onslaught of light to catch their breaths, but once it was clear that the Radiance wasn't dissolving they steeled themselves for battle once more. Neither expected the dreamscape to shake and change, or a bubbling blackness to appear and attempt to take the Guardian for itself. Ultimately it did not succeed - and the Radiance fell up and away until it was but a bright light in the sky.

None wondered for long about their next course of action. Logic didn't really apply, this being a realm of dreams and all, so when a train appeared with the Magikrab heading it, it wasn't as big a shock as it could have been. When he gave the call for an all aboard though, Primrose's mouth curved upward in amusement.

[color=BC8DBF]"Is this gonna be a theme?"[/color] Therion wondered aloud. He didn't provide any context, just glanced at Primrose, Jesse, and Sectonia who had all fought the desert Guardian together. It seemed this time, at least, they'd be the ones in pursuit. 

As everyone piled in (or rather climbed on top), Kamek brought up some information about their foe. With its weakness to the dark confirmed, Primrose knew what to focus on. If it was dark magic they needed, she had that more than covered. Her small, amused smile turned into a smirk as she responded to Sectonia just before the train set off. [color=D34C25]"Let's."[/color]

They set off, the scenery around them becoming blurred as the train hurried to catch up with the Guardian. When it finally did, the group had to suspend their disbelief a little in order to get back into the fight. Everyone with projectiles got started right away, especially after enjoying some buffs from Kamek's clone. Naturally Primrose joined them.

[color=D34C25]"Dusk, fall!"[/color] She conjured her Dirge of Dusk, three whirling spheres of shadow that shot towards the Radiance. If it really was vulnerable to darkness, this spell would hurt - and further weaken its resistance to shadow. After casting she devoted her energy to evasion, getting out of harm's way as best she could while nimbly maneuvering around her allies. The platform they fought on now left much to be desired, but it was all they had. She didn't complain, especially when the largest of their group hopped to the back or disembarked entirely and left more room.

Even before they'd caught up with the Radiance, Therion had decided that he was putting himself purely on support duty. He had a good throwing arm, but didn't even consider trying it out in this situation when they were hurtling through dream space - and Aeber's Reckoning would be a one and done thing. Instead, he'd put his SP to better use. 

First he used one of Sectonia's crystal walls to project him while he summoned his Striker. He conjured it in the space between train cars, getting it stuck snuggly so it wouldn't just roll off. Then he patted it and bid it good luck as the crystal crumbled, and it starting to fire its blood red lance at the Radiance, repeating as it grew back until its timer expired. And where Primrose chose to continually user her Moonlight Waltz spell in between dodging, accruing cuts and burns when she had to cast, Therion kept moving nearly non-stop. He equipped his shield for once to help protect him against the raining swords, but while one hand held it the other was conspicuously empty.

[color=BC8DBF]"Tag,"[/color] he said, his voice lost to the wind while he darted around the battlefield and touched some of his teammates with that hand. Primrose, Sectonia, and once they caught back up Junior and Kamek. With his ability to donate his own mana, he could keep the casters doing what they did best - and Periodically his body would glow as he activated Battle Boost while sharing his energy. With them he could try and make it last however long the fight would. 

When the train lurched at Ganondorf's command and rammed into the Radiance, it seemed things may not last much longer if it couldn't escape. Primrose used the opportunity to cast a stronger Moonlight Waltz, using her own Boost to empower the spell as it erupted against the pinned Guardian.

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[center][abbr=Pit][img]https://i.ibb.co/7VzgY22/pit.png[/img][/abbr]
Word Count: 886 (+4 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]5[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 213/50
[b]Location[/b]: Dystopiascape - Midgar[/center]
As the battle continued, Pit quickly decided that if he was going to stick with the few trying to keep the machine god at bay, the Breaking Palm wasn't the way to do it. It worked well enough against the Singer, or any mobile target, but even though their shots could be powered up just the same as those of any of his other weapons they were not suited for punching through hard metal. An overwhelming amount of shots might slowly chip away at Tycoon, but how long would that take even when accounting for Susie and Zenkichi's attacks? Way too long. The angel would be better served swapping to something that packed more of a punch so that he could better contribute. On that he dove out of the way of one of the Guardian's laser arrays that had resumed its firing, and took a moment to dismiss the Palm and glance at how the rest of the Seekers were faring before he went back on the attack.

Everyone was engaged in the fight, but with Karen's team whittled down to just C and himself the odds were in the Seeker's favor. Even so the arena was still a chaotic tangle, with everything from fist fights to fire fights to exchanges of magic going off all while Tycoon bared down on the two groups vying for the chance to take its spirit. So far Pit had been spared any major damage, and Sandalphon's healing put him right back into perfect condition as the Singer's smoke faded away. 

[i]We can do this![/i] Pit thought as he felt the grip of his bow materialize in his hand. With a team like this, how could they lose?

When the markers of Artificial Gravity first appeared on the ground, Pit hardly noticed them. Just before, a light brighter than any of the elemental skills Karen was slinging shone in the arena - one that drew Pit's attention, since from within the light a huge draconic angel-like being had appeared. Of course, Pit didn't have a spare moment to really admire this form Sandalphon had mentioned to him before; not if he didn't want to be struck with a stray projectile or a swipe of Tycoon's arm. Or the magic mortar that was now a more pressing threat, as the indicators on the ground swelled up in size. The distraction, however momentary, had him scrambling to get out of the marked area when he heard the great crackling sound from somewhere above him. 

The mortar came down on him with monstrous force, pressing and ripping. But when the particles of the attack dispersed, Pit was still in one piece. He hadn't been able to completely avoid the Artificial Gravity, but it would take a lot more than that to put him down. He looked battered, more worse for wear than he actually felt, but the sparkle of determination in his eyes made it obvious that he wasn't in dire straits. 

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"Is that all?"[/color] he shouted at the Guardian, finally getting back into the fray for real. The Palutena Bow was the perfect balance of offense, defense, and evasive ability - he hammered Tycoon with arrows until he was close enough to start slashing too. It was good timing when Zenkichi gave him a power up, as the angel was in the middle of leaping in with a series of quick spinning cuts. He had no clue what the man had called out when he did it, but it was probably something cool. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"What he said!"[/color]

Pit back dashed away from a stomp, letting a charged light arrow loose to crash against Tycoon while Roxas began his own light barrage. When the arena began to really shake, from more than just the giant robot moving around it, Pit hopped into the air and used his wings to stay there for a moment while continuing to shoot. [i]A quake?[/i] He glanced curiously at the other battles again, noting is long as he couldt was probably C or Karen's doing since Tycoon wasn't acting much differently. Both battles looked ferocious, something that meant they were probably nearing their end. Pit grinned, confident it was the Seekers who would emerge victorious. 

He landed and went right back into melee with the machine god, and called a encouraging response to Zenkichi. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"Can do!"[/color]

Those doing battle with Tycoon gave it all they had, and their efforts were paying off - after enough boss battles Pit could practically sense it, even if it was hard to see. Then he felt something strike his right shoulder. It was painful for sure, but not debilitating for him. Crossfire? He winced but didn't cease his attacking until the second hit. It struck his right wing, and instinctively Pit jerked away and pulled the limb in close, spinning around to see what was going on. Around the Consul there was a bullet storm going on, which was probably where the crossfire had come from. This time he didn't let himself stay distracted for long, instead making use of one of Tycoon's punches to get farther away from the potential projectiles. He redoubled his efforts, slashing up the Guardian's arm and then swapping to shooting when it pulled back. He felt there had to be close, they just needed to push a little more!