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He roared, emitting sound and magical energy outward. The car that was already brimming and bursting with flames and magic exploded outwards in a zooming blast that propelled him out like a bullet. Crackling and surrounding the car like armor, it made for a shield for the Berserker as he escaped himself with his disengage skill. 	The “car” was devoured by the light of the sun. The Loser King left the battlefield.

He heard a command from his master, and considering the fact that Archer was escaping just fine on his own, he considered his first task completed. 

The rattling of bones managed to somehow mimic the sound of burning rubber as he took a turn and made his way towards the DDD.

Various Anathanoi appeared on the streets with bows and arrows to strike at the Lyaeus. The Loser King was used to a fight in his wake even as he left. A sane man would expect the Lyaeus to simply give pursuit, or to transport themselves to another foe. But Berserker treated them as an army, depositing a few dozen to strike at them as if to tie them down. But soon the skeletons were either destroyed or left by their own… at which point they simply just stared awkwardly at each other until they faded away to be brought back to their king.

Attracted by the other army, Darius made his way to the Marshal. The wrongness of the army was shrugged off, ignored. Not that he noticed to begin with. An army was an army, whether they be ghosts, alien creatures, soldiers or the undying. To begin with his Anathanoi was hardly anything normal.

An army was its soldiers, but it was also their leader. If this Anathanoi was the immortal and yet dying army that represented his rule, taken form as skeletal beings. Then it was not strange for the army to be alien and odd with their leader being a gateway himself in his flesh.

The Immortal Anathanoi was brought forth, Darius presenting himself in his traditional manner, riding upon a Elephant of death and accompanied by his soldiers as they unleashed their own attack.

A raw charge. Chariots rode in, sometimes even struck down by stray cannonballs. Skeletal worms ruptured through the ground, burning with the raw energy of strife that fueled them from the tomb that was carried on the king’s elephant. The two armies clashed in a maelstrom in a sense. Arrows rained down on the Lyaeus and soldiers alike by happenstance and the charge of skeletal giants, the thrashing of the worms and soldiers would surely drag some of them down as well.

Yet what was lost would be regained, what was lost would be rebuilt and replenished. The focus of the army of Darius was upon the enemy, but the casualties that unfortunately happened on both sides due to each other would only strengthen him further at the least.

How chaotic.

Ths was indeed war.

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Teodoise

“The ground?” he mumbled to himself before beginning his work.

His mind took in the positions of the two, the trajectory of the roots, and the enemy.

Displacement magecraft was a thing that was hard to master.

They seem to not take mind of visual obstructions. It is likely that they have some form of pure eyes, or clairvoyance. Mhm, perhaps it is a sort of feed of data or the perspective of a higher level being? Their spiritual foundation is that of a non-human and they are all close to identical after all." He raised a hand. 

Various blows from the trees and plants were displaced, moved so as to strike the Lyaeus itself. The ones that he took care of were the ones he saw were the largest obstruction to Raikou’s possibility of movement. 

The chance that she would go this way, what she could manage if she leapt that other way… In a sense he was opening the path most likely to bring them an escape for her while counterattacking with the beast’s own attack.

If it were simply a matter of opening the path he could have shot and burnt past the plants. This was a test of their capabilities as he observed and analyzed  the reaction to the lightning of Gozu-Tennou. Yes. There were many that would not understand what was happening with that magical energy, but to one of Atlas... with the machine within his body… It was a matter of learning more about the rules of that process.

Nothing was concrete, nothing was beyond the creations of mankind. That was the hope of some. If one was prepared to fight the inevitable end of humanity, if one was part of that mad workshop, then even something like a magical defense that would absorb all attacks would be something they would work to conquer.

Speaking of.

Well, let’s see how this works.

The wind rushed across his face, carrying the smell of ozone and the storm of dust that caked onto his face. 

He turned the gun towards the Lyaeus. Analysis of enemy foundation and conversion of energy. Injection of Kamidoku and magical energy at the corresponding concentrations. Formation of prepared “bullet” by binding the formula to the nail. The gun was more a factory, built from his knowledge and his body rather than the weapon itself. Like a 3D printer that worked off the settings that came from Idris and his own processes.

Then what indeed was he fighting with?

What he held in his hand was a bullet meant to kill a Lyaeus and only an Lyaeus.

He squeezed the trigger.

With a blast of magical energy the nail flew, seeking out the Lyaeus, screaming for its death as the two escaped the grasp of the liberator.

“They’ll catch up!... with a 50-50 chance.”

It was not a calculation born from his mind, but rather a simple casual guess. He didn’t have the time to worry about that, nor the true ability to predict things with how murky the model of the future became with the fate-defying capabilities that were so concentrated in this city.

What a strange moment to be playful. But he was already being carried by a child.