The flex of her own calf muscles sounded like a jet engine’s roar, and with the cracking of the earth beneath her, Magpie leapt up into the sky, her hair and her clothes streaming back as she became a true human projectile. She was an arrow, no, a javelin, no, a goddamn missile of destructive brawn, and watching her ascent, the kannushi could only slap his flying boulder, bading it to rise. Could she make it though? Her hand reached out, five fingers splayed, digits tensed with unbridled might…only to strike the scalding surface of the sun instead.

Her skin melted, her flesh bubbled

The kannushi breathed out a sigh, placed his hands together f-

And Magpie tore the [i]Sun[/i] out of the sky.

Two Immortals and a Nuclei crashed downwards, leaving a crater in the aftermath. The kannushi fumbled in desperation, aerial advantage lost and a leg broken by the unexpected fall. Before Magpie could close in on him, a hexagonal barrier formed around her, each surface shining like a mirror. 

[b]“Microwave her, Tamamo!”[/b]

The downed sunstone gleamed brighter, and its rays focused solely upon the brawler, 600 points of fire damage scorched off her bare flesh.

Raime’s speed, augmented by Quickstep, sent him through the barrage of spearheads unharmed, his steam-powered hand cannon whipping out and sending another blast piercing into the bard with devastating effect. The twinned bonuses of Destructive Acceleration and The Alpha bolstered the damage by an extra 40%, but whatever extra he was expecting out of Leif’s Wild Hunt was missing: the wolves had targeted the spiked crusader, preventing a blast that may have proved lethal. The battle-axe bard stumbled back, however, still feeling the effects of the scout’s attack, but his own hands didn’t stop either, strumming another cord. A pink-hued wave shot out, too wide for Raime to evade, and he suddenly felt that his legs were no longer his own. They hopped in place instead, the scout jigging to the notes of the bard’s music, and without the ability to evade, Raime found himself being grasped by the crusader. His upper torso was crushed by his enemy’s titanic grasp, his lungs flattened from the force. 132 physical damage chunked at his HP, but the worse was yet to come.

As Raime struggled, the crusader drew its great cleaver back, ready to behead him in a single blow.

But Leif was in no position to help. The grass rippled from the shockwaves of Mags’s fiery descent, and yet neither combatant let their eyes off of each other. Steel rasped against scabbard as the samurai sheathed her sword, adopting a low stance. The world narrowed down, seconds split into milliseconds, every iota of focus put upon the density of a single moment.

Then, the Earthrot golem exploded, a poisonous blast of force sending her tumbling. Rolling onto her feet even as necrotic maladies blacked the veins on her face, the samurai spotted sparks of cursed lightning pulsating from Leif’s pecs moments before the Calamitous Revelation was unleashed. She leapt into the air at that moment, bringing her sheathed sword up to block. Black energies splintered against the lacquered wood, some dispersed but more snaking into her arms, locking the muscles in place. A grimace formed, but the warrior was undaunted. Seven meters up in the air, her armor clad by the lightning that circulated through it, she lowered her arms and bared her teeth, tearing her sword out with her mouth.

There was no rasping of steel this time.

Empowered by the dark lightning it had consumed, the blade unleashed an earth-cleaving slash at sonic speed, fully intent on disemboweling the wolfpack shaman that possessed knowledge of the profane arts.