[center][h3][color=0aaaff]Banjo[/color] & [color=f60000]Kazooie[/color][/h3] [b]Level:[/b] [color=fed428]3 (19 -> 22/30)[/color] [b]Location:[/b] Dead Zone - Charnal Lane; Cathedral Plaza [b]Word Count:[/b] 1603 [/center] [center][h3][color=lightblue]Donnie[/color][/h3] [b]Level:[/b] [color=lightblue]4 (11 -> 14/40)[/color] [b]Location:[/b] Dead Zone - Charnal Lane; Cathedral Plaza [b]Word Count: [color=lightblue]1603[/color][/b] [/center] [h3][center][color=0072bc]Blazermate[/color][/center][/h3] [center] Level 5 - (27/50) Location: Charnal Lane Word Count: 1603 [/center] [center]This was a collab between myself, [@Archmage MC], and [@Dawnrider].[/center] [hr] Donnie didn’t have much time to get out of the way he heard a groaning noise and everything went black. When he came to, he was lying on the ground and the fight was still going on, but everything felt hazy at best. He had a searing pain everywhere in his body. Probably multiple broken bones, likely a ruptured or pierced organ. The only part of his body that seemed to be able to move was his left arm. This was bad. Really, really bad. He wasn’t afraid of dying: After all, he’d gone to the other side many, many times. He expected to die at least once per raid. As it turned out, there [i]was[/i] an afterlife on the other end, but he never got beyond his initial arrival before he was inevitably resurrected, so he couldn’t comment on what it was like. All he could say was that it looked beautiful. Wait, where was he again? Oh, right, trying not to die. Dammit, he must have gotten a concussion! He had no time to waste. Soon enough he wouldn’t be [i]able[/i] to save himself! Vivify was out of the question. It would drain what little strength he had left. Instead, he summoned the Luggage and rummaged around in one of the outer compartments. He [i]knew[/i] he had a healing potion in there. He managed to get it open and fished out a glass bottle of red liquid. So far, so good. But with one hand, he couldn’t get it open. He thought fast. In desperation, he smashed the bottle against the pavement. Liquid started to leak out at an alarming rate, but it would have to do. About half of the bottle’s contents were drained, but he managed to guzzle most of the rest, even though some of the medicine dribbled down his chin. That was enough to stabilize him. He felt his strength returning, to the point where he could sit up and take stock of himself. The armor had held up, what with it being magic and all, but, like with the car the Tank had hurled at him, it had done nothing against the blunt force trauma. He was lying in a pool of his own blood, and as he sat up, he could feel blood that had pooled in the bottom of the armor pour out of it like it was a tub of water. His brain still felt woozy, and he still had residual pain throughout his body, largely centered on his left side. The armor had held up even from that impact--armor in his world tended to be rather durable--but he really needed to invest in some kind of cushioning system for it. A few casts of Vivify later and he was back in fighting shape, but while the Disc was nearby, it had gone careening into a nearby brick wall at terminal velocity. It could probably survive that impact, but Donnie wasn’t going to try the same strategy twice against an enemy that had wised up to it. Better to leave it there until the treant was dead. In any event, that tree was going to [i]die.[/i] He ran up to the Ent as fast as he could and put all of his strength into a [i]devastating[/i] Blackout Kick to its left leg. “Thought you’d offed me, didn’t you?” he called as he then performed a chi-enhanced leg sweep to try and knock it over. “It takes more than that to kill a grandmaster!” He drove his elbow into its calf. “Now let’s see if I can count the rings after I’ve chopped off your leg!” he finished, punching and slashing at the wood repeatedly with his handblades. He noticed all the rubble heading his way just in time, jumping away to dodge an incoming shower of cathedral and merely getting glancing blows at worst. The armor was still intact, but even glancing blows from heavy stone chunks caused significant bruising and welts to develop across his body. And he couldn’t stop to cast Vivify with how many were raining down. When they stopped, he decided to attack the Ent’s other leg, to reduce his chances of hitting the gas reservoir. Meanwhile, Banjo and Kazooie, while not destroying the Ent’s leg as intended, were pleased to have knocked enough bark off of it to destabilize it, causing it to fall backwards into the front of the cathedral. Imagine their summary disappointment when they realized that it was just more or less using the steeple and the buildings entire front face as a back scratcher to ward off its assailants and punish them in kind. After swinging high for flying targets, it stomped again for grounded ones, more forcefully than before. This time, the bear and bird were too close to avoid it, and for their troubles, Banjo caught a faceful of exploded brick wall as they were knocked away by the blast. Kazooie, having plenty to conceal herself with, was rattled by the concussive force, but remained mostly untouched. Banjo, on the other hand, had only his arms to shield himself, and was resultantly left with bits of rocky shrapnel in his hyde, indicated by the red splotches that dotted his fur from where he now bled. While regaining their bearings, the duo noticed the monk’s Disc lodged into the wall next to them instead of under his feet holding him aloft as it had been doing. Now, its rider was afoot, hacking away at the treant’s other leg. With the circular vehicle not in use, maybe he wouldn’t mind them borrowing it… With that in mind, Banjo pried the saucer from the brickwork and began rushing back toward the sapient tree, making the closest thing to a beeline he could around the scattered clouds of paralytic biochemical. Fortunately, even if it did cause some additional Rot fume spread that couldn’t be helped, Jak and Kamek saved them the trouble having to watch out for or take out any minions that might harass them, as the duo were presently ill-equipped to handle such a thing from a safe distance. Though, the latter of their allies did present the hazard of stray minigun fire for which Banjo wouldn’t blame him too much, having obviously not intended to endanger his teammates. In response to this, Banjo simply placed the monk’s mount between himself and the trigger happy wizard to shield him and Kazooie from the storm of gunfire while he kept running. Once he was close enough to be sure of his aim, Banjo spun twice, taking the Disc in both hands, to hurl it like a frisbee as hard as he could at the Ent’s legs, aiming for the one him and Kazooie damaged before, but not too picky about hitting either. With their energy continued forward, he crouched and slid lower to the ground, and with a hard whip of her wings, threw them both into a Flap Flip gainer, intended this time for distance rather than height. As they sailed forward at speed, Banjo tucked, aimed his feet for the embedded Disc, and shot them out like a hydraulic piston, dropkicking the saucer hard enough to flip himself over to fall on his face, striking it with every intention of forcing it through the other side of the treant’s shin. Whether they achieved their desired effect or not, they couldn’t stay where they were. They still had the raining rubble from the top half of the cathedral to worry about, so Banjo scrambled to his feet to recover the Disc once more and umbrella themselves and whichever ally in need they could reach with it first. Blazermate meanwhile had found some cover against the rain of debris from the destroyed cathedral under the roots he was nearby, being careful not to get tangled up in them like the robo-medic victim she had just taken a spirit from. Her new form didn’t really feel too much different from what she was before, although losing her backpack to a slightly more cumbersome medipack did disappoint her a little bit. And thanks to the combination of the engineer vanishing and the ent’s focused shockwave at the sentry gun, Kamek had to pull more tricks out of his sleeve to keep up with the minions the ent kept summoning. She wasn’t as disappointed at the loss of her undead minions, as more were still coming, the ones from her previous call still making sounds as they made their way to the area. When the hail of rubble ceased, Blazermate scanned the area to look at her allies that might not have been able to find cover from the falling debris. Apparently Donnie was in a bad condition with some other team mates damaged in varying degrees. Going up the injured list, Blazermate made her way to Donnie, healing Nero as she passed by him in order to get to the Azerothian monk. When she got there, Donnie had healed himself a little but he still wasn’t in the best of shapes. Both Donnie and Banjo were pretty close to each other, so at least when she started healing one, she didn’t have to move much to heal the other. While she healed the two melee fighters, She kept a bit of distance from the roots of the ent, ready to take evasive action if need be, a direct hit from this big tree would not end well for her. She did notice though, that as she healed the pair, power was welling up inside her. It almost felt like she was building Medaforce, although it wasn’t quite the same thing. She kept a note for herself to examine this further after the battle.