Zoey swiftly lept into action, having seen the giant water beam. She sprinted at Travis and threw him through a shadow, teleporting him to a part of the ship the giant compressed water cutter had already been. Unfortunately, due to the angle the beam would have to take, and the power to cut through solid steal, the cut caused massive damage to the ship, causing it to lurch and make her lose her footing. She tripped as the beam passed through her area, cleanly bisecting her. As she hit the ground, her corpse burst into silver flame, and the moon burned through the sky. Her body disolved into ash and burned away...
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Zoey had been concentrating on refilling Travis' mana recepticles when the world went to shit. Water pooling up on the deck made the ship lurch, and the overdramtic cyclone to display power was tacky. Unfortunately, the waves caused by this put Travis in danger. Travis was a good friend. Probably. At least, one of the few in the group that she'd had real interaction with lately. The other person she had interactions with was a criminal, serial murderer whod' lent her his gun. She'd have to give that back now.
She received her orders: distract the jack in the middle. Thankfully, Travis had managed to save himself. It was nice to have continued proof that creative use of small ammounts of mana can suppliment one's abilities. She Shadowported into his hidey hole and gave him his crystals back. They would feel cold, tingly, and foreign to him. He wasn't one of her brothers or sisters after all. Yet, I suppose. Though it is a little late in his life to consider him recruitable. Further, he has his own dedications and path. "Now, for the fireworks." She pointed to the sky, and it was lit up with: Fireworks. Big ones, small ones, ones that go boom. Brilliant flashes of greens, yellows, reds. Spectacular shapes. An american flag. An exploding cannon. Loud, bright, and flashy. Just about everything she hated in an illusion. But a distraction, none the less.
She received her orders: distract the jack in the middle. Thankfully, Travis had managed to save himself. It was nice to have continued proof that creative use of small ammounts of mana can suppliment one's abilities. She Shadowported into his hidey hole and gave him his crystals back. They would feel cold, tingly, and foreign to him. He wasn't one of her brothers or sisters after all. Yet, I suppose. Though it is a little late in his life to consider him recruitable. Further, he has his own dedications and path. "Now, for the fireworks." She pointed to the sky, and it was lit up with: Fireworks. Big ones, small ones, ones that go boom. Brilliant flashes of greens, yellows, reds. Spectacular shapes. An american flag. An exploding cannon. Loud, bright, and flashy. Just about everything she hated in an illusion. But a distraction, none the less.
Zoey teleported in beside him stretching, "I'm fine. I'm not sure she ever actually saw me. However, I felt my spell go out, so I think she was in cahoots with hypocritical magihunter retiree back there. I'm concerned about you though. You almost took some heat, and I've been watching you blow through your crystals. While it's of interest to me that, despite almost being shot, and constantly running near low, you aren't a mess, I would like to feel comfortable knowing your situated. Hand me a few of the empties you've got. I'm going to refill them in the moonlight for a bit. It will probably feel strange when you tap them, but consider them emergencies, yeah?" She holds out her hand expectantly, offering a small smile. She looked a little tired herself, what with all the magic that had been flying. But the moon was slowly coming up, and she knew that meant a fair bit of renewal in itself.
Zoey nods, Alright, here goes nothing. She reaches out with her magic until she finds the sniper, and casts an illusion around her eyes, effectively making her blind for as long as the illusion holds. It could be manipulated to make her see something like a bright flash and such, but for the moment it was just the worlds best blindfold. Zoey remains in cover and tells the other the sniper should be blind.
Zoey called down, "I can get the lights, if you can find where she's at. It'd be a simple trick to make her see nothing, much easier than cutting them all at once." She had relocated once again from where she was when Nemo showed up. "But I gotta know where she is. No guess work. And right now, all we got is guess work." She fires a slug off where she thinks the sniper's at and finds new cover.
"Right, I've had about enough of this," she mutters from her new vantage, on top of on of the cargo containers. She points towards the horizon, always knowing where the moon was, and closes her eyes. A barrage of bolts of solid arcan magic flies from the direction of the moon at Roy, each about the thickness of two fingers. There was one aimed for each limb, his head, and his center of mass. Each hit would feel like being stabbedd with dry ice, and persist, causing energy burns.
Zoey searched for Nemo's mana signature on the ship and sent an illusion his way. It was just a voice, it would sound like it was in his head. "Ran into some trouble on the deck. There's a witch hunter up here. Figured you'd want to know, in case you needed to add some fingers or whatever. Also, Zuri has become some form of shadow." She then teleported and relocated to a new angle, a little further back and off to the left, took aim at the knife shoulder, and pulled the trigger.
Zoey threw a shurikan at the grenade in flight, hoping to bounce it away from Zuri's location, and then two more at the hunter's knees. She haad said all she intended two, and she knew how to throw down with her fists. Plenty a magical creature could suck the mana from your bones, and this leecher probably didn't smell as bad. She pulled the shotgun back out from her 'locker' and stalked out from behind a new cargo hold. So far as she knew, witch hunters were high specialized, anti-magic warriors. Minimal magic of their own for the most part. Most probably don't stop bullets. 12 gauge slugs were pretty hard to stop, anyway. She fired at his left hip, hoping to lodge the bullet and, by extension, not hit Travis.
Zoey's eye's widened as she recognized the glow and very quickly swapped through the shadows of her own party members, tripping Travis so she could quickly come up in front of Zuri and kick the knife away. She thought it odd that a witch hunter, of all the factions, would aim at her directly while she was alerted. "Scum," she spits off to the side, "Should've known a leacher was on board. Wonder what your precious 'morals' say about working with the church. Especially for the end of the world. O'course, you were probably going to steal it and call your brothers in." She reaches into the ether and pulls out two simple knives. She reached into her pouch and pulled some familliar leaves from it, the ones she'd used for Travis's tea earlier.
"Let's see what you know, hypocrite. After all," she spreads her arms, illusion spell decloaked, "I am a witch." She disappears to a new shadow, out of site.
"Let's see what you know, hypocrite. After all," she spreads her arms, illusion spell decloaked, "I am a witch." She disappears to a new shadow, out of site.
Zoey rolled away from the explosive blast and reached to the throwing stars at her belt, throwing one at the shockwave coming down and one at the mage, before fading to another location and firing a short burst at him. She didn't tell Travis that she was going to try to take out the shockwave that way, though she hoped he'd handle it. Relocating again, she began looking for the jammer. She had hopes the other two could take out the mage. Most of the witches she'd worked with in her time could've.
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