[center][img]https://www.mariowiki.com/images/thumb/b/b2/Koopa_Troop_artwork.png/658px-Koopa_Troop_artwork.png[/img] [h2][color=FD0000]The Koopa Troop[/color][/h2] [b][color=FD0000]wordcount:[/color][/b] 1,492 (+3) [b][color=FD0000]Bowser: Level 9 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=FD0000]//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color] (147/90) [b][color=SpringGreen]Bowser Jr: Level 8 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=SpringGreen]///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color]////////// (72/80) [b][color=DeepSkyBlue]Kamek: Level 8 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=DeepSkyBlue]/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color]////////// (69/80) [b][color=FD0000]Location:[/color][/b] Bottomless Sea – the Maw - the Depths Feat: Rika and Glen [/center] [color=FD0000]”SLAM DUNK!”[/color] Bowser yelled as he smashed his hammer head into the base of the Nail embedded in Moreau’s flesh, driving the metal spike deep deep inside the monster's body. Yet still the beast would not yield. As Nadia soared up and away towards Mirage’s magnetic personality Bowser (after taking a moment to be annoyed about how the magnet had never been that strong when he was using it) gave their foe a few more smacks with the hammer head, but it really wasn't doing much more than give him a few black eyes, of which the mutant had many to spare. Struggle, flight and impatient button hammering came to a sudden end mere moments later as the elevator arrived at last, announcing itself with a delightful dissonant ping. It was time to go, that much was clear to everyone, including Moreau who had been holding back a festering finale for just this moment. Or had just remembered he had a trump card up his sleeve. In a desperate bid to prevent the children (and one robot)’s escape he rolled onto his back, tipping Bowser off in the process, and wretched up a vile torrent of acidic bile which flew up and then began to rain down upon them. [color=SpringGreen]”Ewww, gross!”[/color] Jr complained out as he hopped into the elevator, ducking out of the acidic rain right before it started tearing down out of the sky. He was joined a moment later by Rika who hopped across the southern gap to get herself out of the rain. Both of them promptly deposited their burdens: one tank of nano machines, and one porcelain doll which wound up sat on top of it. Their shared rush to get to safety had unfortunately resulted in far more important burdens being left behind. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Young master? A little help would appreciated!”[/color] Came a shout from Kamek from across the small gap separating him, and the two baby behemoths (who were running amok in a panic as the first of the acid started splashing down and singeing their soft pink bodies), from safety. Small for the two gravity defying youngsters at least, not so much for the magic-less mage and the two horned piglets. Help came in the form of a hand on the back of Kamek’s shell. “Tuck thyself in, Kamek.” said Glenn as he stepped past the two toothed pigs, the bundle of wires coiling around him offering him some light protection from the oncoming rain and still possessing a full tank of boyish stamina. “I shall toss thee across to safety.” The mage did not need to be asked twice, indeed he was already in the process of retreating inside his shell on instinct as a result of the surprise of being grabbed from behind. [color=SpringGreen]”Hold this”[/color] Jr told Rika urgently, tossing her the other key which she caught after accidentally whacking it back into the air with her gauntlets twice, and then moved forwards back to the front of the elevator. [color=SpringGreen]”To me!”[/color] he instructed/added to Glenn’s plan, taking up position with arms outstretched to catch the shell, because if he didn't the koopa might simply hit the deck, slide across the floor, bounce off the wall and then sail out of the elevator again, as koopa shells where want to do. Glenn nodded. Taking the cooped up koopa in both hands, he did a quick spin and tossed him much like he had his own shield earlier. Like the most high stakes game of frisbee, Jr’s grandfather came sailing right at him. The boy, having been expecting more of a lob than a hammer throw, peddled back a step before catching Kamek in both arms with an [color=SpringGreen]”Oof!”[/color] when the shell bonked against his shell. [color=SpringGreen]”Please, don't throw the horry boys that hard”[/color] Jr requested as he set his grandpappy down, and informing him [color=SpringGreen]”Your safe, now give me some space”[/color] As the mini koopa picked himself and hurried out of the soon to be pig receiving zone as quickly as possible, Jr stepped back up the plate to receive the next delivery. Glenn glanced down at the little behemoths, the same drops as acid he was struggling to ignore boiling on their exposed skin as they huddled near him for the slight protection he provided, and was careful to pick one up from behind. Immediately the panicked thing began to wriggle in his grasp, jabbing backwards with its horns in it’s panic as Glenn leaned away. It wouldn't be possible to throw this one as hard if he had tried, but he still took a brief running start before lobbing the little monster to Jr. The boy put skills learned from Olympic rugby matches to good use, backing up a bit intentionally this time to catch the passed pig while avoiding being stabbed by its ridiculously oversized horns. [color=SpringGreen]”Gotcha. You're in the clear so stop panicking!”[/color] he demanded before depositing the baby behemoth, which ran off to cower in a corner, and moved to receive the final hopeless burden from Glen. The last one only seemed to become more agitated from the disappearance of its counterpart, and Glenn was only just able to keep it from running off by literally grabbing the behemoth by the horns. He pulled it up into his arms, keeping its head over his shoulder so he didn't get jabbed, and gave it one last throw across the gap. Backwards this time. [color=SpringGreen]”Gotcha Tyrant!”[/color] Jr cheered as he caught his own pet without having to worry about being speared by its horns this time (though the last near miss had given him ideas for later). The squealing minion was also set down and allowed to run off to hide behind Rika’s leg while jr stepped forward one last time with a hand outstretched to the helpful and rather scorched Glen [color=SpringGreen]”Now you, come on!”[/color] Without a single moment to lose the boy ran up and launched himself over the gap, catching Jr’s hand and letting himself be pulled inside by the young prince. He stumbled a few steps before collapsing against the back wall in a tangled heap, breathing heavily. As the northern and southern arrivals piled into the elevator, there were still people coming in from the east who were still having to leg it while being hailed by the acid rain. Bowser was the closest, but he was also having to contend with the fact that he was right next to the source of the acid, having just been dunked down into the drink from which Jr had previously had to escape. Unlike his son, however, Bowser knew exactly where his exit was, and that was a staircase he’d seen right next to the elevator. Pulling himself up out of the water he’d been dunked into, he took one look at the projectile vomiting fish freak, wretched and then started moving. He scooped his hammer under on arm, stomped towards the closest pile of junk, grabbed a wall panel out of it and then started moving, first thumping through the water and then, when the acid rains started to raise both the ph and the water level, of the fluid filling the ground floor he moved to jump from junk to junk, acid sizzling of his metal umbrella and unfortunately exposed scaled fingers. With a thump Bowser landed at the base of stairs out of the pit and then with rapid steps clambered his way to the top. He moved towards the elevator across the catwalk and upon his arrival peeked in to find his family safely inside along with several of the others, only to have to dart his head back out when the Nail he’d hammered into the fish freak came sailing out of the beast and into Geralt’s hand, almost braining the Koopa King in the process. [color=SpringGreen]”Wow cool!”[/color] jr said with amazement at the nail, who’s power was worthy of legend, before spotting his dad and shouting [color=SpringGreen]”Papa! Get in quick!”[/color] [color=FD0000]”One sec. Here”[/color] Bowser called back, before tossing his hammer head to his son and then taking a glance in the opposite direction to check if anyone was still trying to catch up. If they where, and especially if they were, say, Peach, he’d hop out and lend them an escort with the cover of his metal plate (and he’d switch the hand holding it to reduce burns it got even as his body was exposed to the rain) if not, or when his escortee was safe, he’d ditch the panel and then hop right on in with the others into the rapidly becoming packed elevator. Inside it Jr had picked up Kamek again, and the former and future mage was in the process of reading/handling the internal control panel of the elevator, to both set them off and up as soon as they were in and, if he could/needed to, making sure the doors don't close till everyone was inside. [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5r7OTIh.png[/img] [b][color=Aquamarine]wordcount:[/color][/b] 857 (+2) [b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 6[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]///////////////////[/color]//////////////////////////////////////////// (19/60) [b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b] Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc. [/center] Midna’s rescue attempts both worked out, much to her elation. Reinhardt was shoved clear as intended, while Sven seemed to notice what was up anyway, not distracted like the siren had been, and so her bug summoning only added some extra encouragement to his dodge. Unfortunately, the princesses actions were misinterpreted by the perpetrator of the pair’s foiled execution, Ciella simply looking down her nose at the princess and judging her as having incompetently ruined her attempt at a twin deathblow, rather than listening to her threat regarding not killing people. Instead she dropped a diss/threat of her own with all the usual pseudo philosophical draping and then decided to up and leave this particular part of the battle. [color=Aquamarine]”What does that even mean!”[/color] Midna yelled after Ciella, tired of the woman’s egotistical beliefs and nonsensical turns of phrase. Midna was quite sure she’d been relatively clear what she wanted on multiple occasions, but Ciella rather than disagreeing or refusing she wasn't even reacting to Midna’s instruction that they were to take people alive. Was she stupid? Willfully ignorant? Not deigning her worth listening too? Midna was quite done caring. Whatever the case, Ciella was leaving her behind with the two large gentlemen nearby, but rather than go and assail them Midna followed the harpy. She couldn’t let the woman go unsupervised and instead danced after her, pumping her power up even more in the tiny moment of space she had, and while she did so took in the rest of the battlefield. On the plus side, she didn't see any spirits that would have spoken of death, just knockouts, even from the people she’d been worried about like Jesse and the Thieves. Even better was the fact that Mao had actually freed his opponent and recruited him to their cause by the looks of it. However, not all was well. Midna’s heart stuck in her throat when she saw the worst of the complications that occured while she was getting her butt kicked, and that was that Braum performing his iconic leap to the rescue for Nastasia, blocking Fox from ending her life and controle in one fell swoop. She prayed that the friend heart’s de-mindcontrolling effect would still work even on those free of Galeem, because if it didn't she might have doomed the brave and handsome man when she freed him before the fight. Above the central fight was where Ciella went, and the princess quick stepped after her. The harpy rose high above the battlefield and then addressed those assembled with words that sounded profound but which Midna found entirely empty. Well, no, there was meaning in there. She was aware of what once was, and that they, like her, knew about the worlds that had come before this world, but the wording was needlessly profuse, and worse, there was no empathy to be found for those who were as she had been. Midna wondered if she didn't know, or if she just didn't care, that they too could be free. It didn't really matter. As the ice crashed down, threatening to crush friend and foe alike yet fortuitously finding neither, and then the waves rose to wash them all away, Midna looked up and saw something horrifyingly familiar had replaced the red that had glowed in Ciella’s eyes. Or perhaps it had always been there, merely hidden by the light of Galeem. Something she’d seen before in the eyes of the false twilight king. Madness. As Jesse sent her take-downs and then herself to the sky with balloons Midna could see where this would lead for the rest of them. A knife-fight in the only cover from the wave they had no guarantee of winning and that would definitely get ugly fast, and death/damage by wipe-out for everyone who didn't get into/stay inside the resulting brawl. It was reckless, bound to harm allies and would have indiscriminately ended several lives had Jesse not intervened. Enough was enough. Midna's dragon claws spiked the ground for a second, only for her to push off of them like starting blocks as she raced for the central iceberg. But not to use it as cover. She dashed past all the others, weaving between them and dodging attempts to strike her, her only offensive action flicking a Sand Tomb at Nastasia, instinct telling her that the localized swirling sandstorm would prevent escape from battle, even via teleportation. Something that it might be necessary to prevent given her next move. [color=Aquamarine]”I know exactly what I am, and that's someone who’s sick of your self assured bullbo shit!”[/color] she shouted up at the madwoman as additional dragon claws spiked into the frozen monolith like ice climbing boots as she sprinted up it at maximum dragon fueled speed. Then, at the very peak, she launched herself cealingwards with might and magic, rising up while forming a massive shadow hand and using it to try and slam Ciella into the roof or the arena in an attempt to knock the daylights out of her and, should the goddesses be kind, end the arena filling spell before it could end anyone’s life.