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I can post tomorrow. Lychinus is going to take the hit and attempt some kind of grappling counter attack. Perhaps a bad idea against the Splatterer's superior strength, but he doesn't know that yet. If anyone else can post without knowing my exact response, feel free to do so.
The draconic being had been blown away from the Splatterer, that much was evident. There was no time to see if she was alright; with the distance created between her and the monster, Lychinus had a straight shot at him, without risk of collateral. He zipped closer until he could see the target through the thinning smoke. The Splatterer was about 50 feet below him, surrounded by broken concrete and smouldering car parts, recovering from the motion of the blow that had launched the dragon girl.

He halted for a second. Someone else was trying to catch the monster’s attention, the blue-clad hero below. Lychinus was aware of General Freedom, the well-known superhero, but his memory was cloudy on the specifics. Telling one human from another was hard enough, and he hadn’t been back long enough to remember the many new beings who protected or threatened the Earth. He could, however, be fairly certain that the man was an ally.

When General Freedom launched his blue projectile at the Splatterer, the opportunity was not lost on him. Lychinus readied his sword in two hands, the tip pointed down at his target. He waited just a moment, until the bolt would either hit or miss its target, before using his energy wings to launch himself downward at great speed, at about a 45 degree angle. He aimed a powerful lunge straight at the monster’s chest, hoping to exploit the distraction and pierce its heart, ending this carnage with a single strike.

If the attack was dodged, he was prepared to come to a similarly abrupt stop, halting himself from crashing into the ground and maintaining a position from which he could defend himself.
I'll post soon too. Guess I'll wait for you, lest I fuck up your post a second time.
I'll wait to see how Evvie takes the punch before posting. That seems like a logical series of events.
Steel screeched against steel as Obadiah missed his mark and merely scratched the knight's helmet. Squirmy bastard. His eye slit was a small enough target already, couldn't he just sit still for a second? A retry proved difficult when the knight fired another set of knives, at point-blank range this time. Reacting instinctively to the violent warnings of his spider sense, Obadiah awkwardly veered his upper body backwards by bending his knees, as if he were a trench-coat-wearing cyberpunk hero dodging bullets. Three of the knives whistled by closely overhead. The fourth would've sliced his mandibles, but was deflected with a bing by the two swords that he had defensively raised in front of his face.

What they don't tell you is that that Matrix dodge move wreaks havoc on your balance, assuming you're subject to the laws of physics. Instead of gracefully veering upwards after dodging, Obadiah stuck his other set of arms out behind himself, and awkwardly landed on the ground in a crab walk position. For a brief second his posture was more spider-like than ever, before he crawled a few feet away and pushed himself back up to stand upright.

That was when he finally noticed the carnage that was the Magna Pater, feasting upon Auz' supine form like a thrashing mass of flesh. Not only was its appearance obviously monstrous, but something about it seemed wrong. The Ethereal Web, the mystical force from which Obadiah drew his powers, seemed frayed and torn around it, as if it wanted nothing to do with the creature. "Dang y'all, who brought that thing in?" he couldn't help but exclaim to no one in particular.

Oddly enough, the knight was looking at it intently, and seemed to be attempting escape for the express reason of approaching the monster. Let him try, Obadiah figured, given that his attacks had been mostly fruitless against the knight anyways. If either of the two killed the other, it would probably improve the spider's survival chances either way. So Obadiah took a few steps back, to give the knight some space to rise, and awaited what would happen.
As I always say: When swords and claws prove ineffective, it's time to bring in a 25 foot monstrosity from H. P. Lovecraft's fever dreams.

Also, note to self: Don't stand behind Anom next time he topples. If he's made fully of steel, that puts him at about 3000 pounds.
No pressure, just wanted to confirm.
@LeeRoy Just for clarity, I'm thinking that it's your turn. Skallagrim and I could jump in now, since we haven't joined the actual fight yet, but our last post was after yours. Correct me if you had different expectations.
The new guy pulled out a lightsaber, and all I got was this dinky knife?

It may look like a lightsaber, but it's really just a very durable sword. It doesn't burn through stuff. I know you're joking, but just so everyone knows this.

I think it's my turn next, which I'll do tomorrow morning which means tomorrow afternoon.

Here's the beauty of Hofstadter's Law: Things take longer than you expect, even when you take into account Hofstadter's Law. So now that you've said that, it's probably gonna take you until the evening.
LeeRoy vs The Flying Brick Brigade
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