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[color=FFC6C6][u]Level[/u]: [b]6[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 95/60[/color] [color=2e2c2c]------[/color] [color=BC8DBF][u]Level[/u]: [b]2[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 38/20[/color]
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[color=lightgray]Word Count: 717 (+4 exp)
[b]Location[/b]: Sandswept Sky[/color][/center]
With Tora's assurance that they didn't need to wait for the shells to be loaded, Primrose and Therion set to do their part. The Travelers found out quickly that the opposite turning stations were just that: opposing controls to move the cannon's barrel either clockwise, or counter-clockwise. They shared another look with each other; a silent, seconds-long conversation that terminated with Primrose slamming her hand onto the panel to move the hulking gun, and Therion leaning out from his station with throwing knives tucked between his fingers. The whole crew had been doing a good job of keeping the little flying monsters at bay, but those that found their way through were put down by a few well placed blades. Quick and precise, Therion picked them off until the platform itself lurched and the gun swung around. He clung tight to the console as a trilid he'd been aiming at took it's chance and dived at him. Twirling it's body like a drill, the akrid cut into the skin of the thief's arm as he deflected it, and subsequently finished it off with his dagger.

[color=BC8DBF]"Careful!"[/color] he complained to Primrose without much bite in his voice. She scoffed in reply, then looked toward Jesse who'd taken over the task of actually firing the massive weapon. She also didn't know what Jesse referred to when she mentioned a "high" school, but judging from her tone it was likely a joke anyway. [color=D34C25]"You'll do fine,"[/color] she told the red head, [color=D34C25]"take it from here."[/color] 

The FBC Director made the finishing touches on the cannon's aim, and then she fired. The whole train shook with the force of the shot. To Primrose it felt like it had rattled her heart around in her chest. The roar of pain let loose from Red Eye was the only proof that the shot had even hit it's mark. Relief spread through the Seekers, a general low level of cheer that said they might really have a shot of beating this thing, and Therion went ahead and voiced the thought aloud. 

[color=BC8DBF]"Might actually have a chance,"[/color] he said, though there was still a hint of skepticism in his words.

[color=D34C25]"Don't get too cozy now,"[/color] Primrose said, just as Red Eye decided to pull up alongside the train. Primrose started the process of turning the cannon again while the others started their offensive on the Guardian's weak points. It was just about on target when the monster launched something at them in retaliation. The spiked pod slammed into the train and knocked the cannon off track, and Primrose from her station. 

[color=D34C25][i]"Ugh..."[/i][/color] She pushed herself up as the pod opened up, letting dozens of bulbous red monsters skitter free. Explosive monsters, as it turned out. She watched the group contend with them, drawing up a spell in her hand. It seemed the easiest way to deal with the explosions was to get them off of the train, and so she lashed out with her dark magic to try and shove any that she could over the edge. She noticed a creature approaching her fellow dark mage, and focused her attention on that one. [color=D34C25]"Moonlight Waltz!"[/color] The spell struck the Bolsepia and toppled it, and a follow up sent it spiraling off of the train. 

Back on the gun's platform, Therion had held fast when the pod struck. With his fellow operator flung away, it was now on him to get the cannon aimed properly again. He had some unexpected protection in the form of Raiden, who'd climbed up and was fending off any of the little creatures that drew near. Because of course this would happen right after they'd made some progress in the battle.

[color=BC8DBF]"Gods above,"[/color] Therion muttered, hesitating at the panel's control. It was only for a few moments, but it was long enough for one of the Bolsepia to duck the metal man's blade and crawl it's way toward him. Therion growled and kicked the thing off of the platform, toward the group's Psychonaut who was using them for impromptu ammo. [color=BC8DBF]"Heads up,"[/color] he warned, before he went back to shifting the main gun. Thankfully Tora hadn't been mistaken, it really was simple enough to control. The Railway Gun and it's platform moved again, on track to face down Red Eye again.