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Within every rational person, there is a certain...hesitation, once their life becomes threatened. An instant where disbelief overtakes the rational mind that orders one’s self to move. For a moment, a person feels a disconnect from their nerves, their limbs; A phantom feeling overtakes them, as if the body they inhabit is not their own. To the brave, this hesitation is something negligible, ignored not even a moment after. For the weaker of mind, it was something that knocked them on their backs, forcing them to cower. What was especially strange was at this moment, the brave, the cowardly, the foolish…

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxvJqXaJFbI]None applied to Morgan.[/url] Not as the lead bag surrounding her head applied by Mamoru’s double was broken in an instant. Nothing could describe the sight of a countless number of snake heads lashing out, consuming Mamoru’s double’s arm in chunks, traveling up in order to decapitate her. And nothing could describe the eerie [i]crack[/i] that sounded as Morgan flexed her hand. All-in-all, the amount of damage that many powerful attacks from the combatants had barely left a scratch on her. It was the equivalent of a max level RPG character fighting enemies from halfway through the game. There was no challenge. There was no satisfaction in victory. There was no hope for a special 1/168 chance drop that was necessary for an end-game weapon. There was just annoyance.

The Chateau’s residents were just a random encounter that was getting in the way to her.

Just tedium, as Morgan arched forward, eyes glowing red as a viper’s nest poured out from her backside, countless snakes manifesting and bearing her hair’s color as their scales. Her eyes as their eyes. And her eyes were glowering. Within an instant Mamoru’s clone’s body, whatever remained of it, was blindly assaulted, consumed, and gone without a trace. Craning her neck at an unnatural angle, she would point at Chuunitrixx before a snake that had slithered onto the foot that had stepped onto her throat slithered all the way onto her chest, before biting into her heart. Right at her slime core. Light would suddenly feel her hand be devoured by a snake crawling beneath Morgan’s armor, the snake soon losing its mind, but quickly having its life extinguished as it turned hostile. It seemed that they ran directly off of Morgan’s MP, and once no longer fed, withered and died. Looking up, she would smile ever so slightly at the sight of Rodias being carried away, Mamoru’s panacea working to remove the stone starting from his feet. Reaching her hand up, the girl’s mania would break for the slightest moment as she proclaimed: [color=9370DB][b]"Don’t worry. I’ll save you!”[/b][/color] 

With her declaration made, she would look to Butterfly and tilt her head. [color=9370DB][b]”Out of my way,”[/b][/color] she said, swiping her hand in his direction...an indication for her snakes to attack. Before one could reach however, a gust of wind would pass by and collide metal with fang, Ratta’s spear managing to bisect the snake, landing beside Butterfly as Ratta’s body descended without her head. Moving to a defensive stance, the body would autonomously defend Butterfly, the spear inside of the snake being struck by lightning as Ratta’s head, carried on a strange bat-like familiar, shouted: [color=B5FFFC][b][“Odin’s Smite!”][/b][/color]

Ratta would slay the snakes, all the while Morgan would casually approach Chuunitrixx, the blunted bullet that had first struck her in her hand as she shuffled forward, eyes focused on Chuunitrixx as gold as ever, a smile on her face. [color=9370DB][b]"Go on. You still have bullets, right? Or can you only shoot when someone’s right in front of you? You stunned me once. The second shot? Barely felt it. I’m going to kill you all. And then, I’ll take your master where he belongs. With us. Not in a house full of hollow people, trapped in hollow dreams,”[/b][/color] Morgan said, eyes shifting to charge her petrification skill. Something however would change, as Chuunitrixx vanished without moving. Looking to Butterfly, both Morgan and him would realize that Ratta had vanished completely as well...only to return a moment later, dropping from atop the Chateau, spear at the ready. 

[color=9370DB][b]"...Oh, I forgot that class existed,”[/b][/color] Morgan said eyes narrowing on Ratta, caution now evident in the way she carried herself. [color=9370DB][b]"...I always hated Chronomancers.”[/b][/color]

Proudly bearing that class title, Ratta would hurriedly draw a glyph in the air before Morgan could react, shouting: [color=B5FFFC][b][“Time Displacement!”][/b][/color] she shouted, causing Morgan, for all intents and purposes, to move only at half speed. 

If Butterfly didn’t have a chance now, he never would have one. Especially since Ratta was rapidly preparing a [Haste] spell for him, while she weathered the still-swift-medusa’s strikes, managing to barely block a number of attacks with her spear before her left arm flew off from the bite of one of Morgan’s snakes. Then, the covering fire of the Team Leads of Graft would provide more support, albeit a number of them were to be immediately assaulted by Morgan’s snakes. 
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[@Xaltwind][@IceHeart][@ArchmageMC][All Characters present in the Climax Hour]
[hider=Helplessness]
Whatever response Talim was hoping for with his cheeky taunt, he’d receive an eerie silence from the Sable Lord, even as his petrification ended in its entirety. An unmistakable look of fear had taken hold of Rodias.

Their leader was terrified out of his mind. 

The effort of Light and Talim would manage to bring Rodias to the Climax Hour, and, what a sight he was. Covered in the stone dust that his body had partially become, and wearing a look of absolute defeat, Rodias was only spurred to move by the message from Charme echoing in his mind. It was only then that Rodias would react to Talim’s breath having been in his ear, the Sable Lord, blinking a few times before shaking his head. [color=f7976a][b]"Thank you, Talim, Light...after this, I’ll have to reward you both. Charme...things are going badly. I won’t lie,”[/b][/color] Rodias said,  standing to look out the window at the ongoing fight. The Gashadokuros were forming...but still, Rodias couldn’t just sit on his thumbs and wait. As much as he wanted to. 

Exhaling, Rodias would look to Light, saying: [color=f7976a][b]"Light...I need you to bring me something. I need you to get [u][i]E Plurubus Unum[/i][/u] from its vault, and bring it to me,”[/b][/color] Rodias said, his tone sounding measured, controlled...but also, fully of hesitation. Whatever the World-Level-Item of Bandersnatch did, it was clear that Rodias didn’t even think it would beat Morgan outright. Just that it might help. Even now, any gathered in the Climax Hour could see the fear in his eyes. [/hider]

[@Xaltwind][@Rockin Strings][@BurningDaisies
[hider=Trees of Flesh and Fruits of Eyes]
Gromgard stabbing the ground would cause blood and pus to pool beneath his blade, trickling out of the hole as a low groan escaped the very earth itself. Graft’s attempt to appear less threatening was met with roots binding his feet, just before Ashara’s barrage of bullets would assault the tender of this nightmarish garden.

Stepping forward, the man would take the first one square in the chest with virtually no reaction, before dodging a number of them in quick succession, before all at once stopping as one stray shot hit the tree behind him, causing a face on it to grow bloodied and wail. A tense moment followed where the cultist didn’t move, weathering Ashara’s bullets of magic before he suddenly cried out in agony, running his claws along the length of his lightly armored form.

[b]”I. I. I. I...FORGIVE ME! YOU...You…”[/b] he would wail, as thin streams of almost pinkish liquid dripped from under his mask, the man stooping low before charging at Gromgard, kneeing him square in the chest.

[b]”ARE NOT WORTHY OF HIS GLORY!”[/b] he would scream, sending the goblin lord flying for his blasphemous proclamation of questioning how to help in a land filled with His radiance, with His glory, as if anything at all needed to be done. Save for water the plants.

His eyes would glower at Ashara, before he stopped low and charged forth, intercepted by Chompy Bits’ Living Nightmare.
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[@DracoLunaris]
[hider=Zouyu is still banned from using Triple Maximize]
Zouyu was already drooling at the prospect of such delicious looking seafood, and especially loved the idea of grabbing treasure to impress Rodias. Just as his bare feet hit the sand however the weretiger would lurch, as if startled, and listened to Graft’s message. A look of fear crossed his face as he looked back to Kaldorna, who was likely getting the same message. It wasn’t a question of what was more important to Zouyu it seemed, as the weretiger dropped to all fours and got to running, his extremely high agility meaning that he could keep pace with Kaldorna’s beasts no problem. 

As he ran besie Kaldorna’s mount, Zouyu would look to her with fear in his eyes, saying: [color=fff79a][b]”T-They’ll win, right? Nobody ever beats Bandersnatch! E-Especially not with a Sable Lord at home. ...Right?”[/b][/color]

The weretiger was clearly afraid, not liking the idea of his home being attacked. Even if he was always the first one to fight off invaders, his garden was something he always tried to keep in order. A garden that was now being torn apart as everyone’s lives were on the line.
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