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[b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 8[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color](112/80)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b] Kunad Highway
[color=Aquamarine]Warp Charges:[/color] 0
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Virgin Victory teleport room
Top of the Split mountain
Outside the Convent of Our Lady of the Charred Visage
Tostarena Town
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Midna’s combined volley had mixed results, but that in and of itself was very informative. 

[color=Aquamarine]”Oh, so you don’t like fire huh? Ehehehehe, well do I have bad news for you, because I have ways to burn you in spades!”[/color] Midna jeered from the back of her bear-based flame cannon. Unfortunately for her, instead of being able to put any of that arsenal to work, she had to endure a cavalcade of retaliation, and unlike her ground type Vibrava, she did not have the advantage of being immune to the electrical attacks coming her way (the ground typed pokemon fleeing not due to damage but due to the time Midna could sustain the enlarged mon in the world of light running out).

First, the enraged demon duke unleashed a scream that ripped through her party of minions, and though the frozen undead were immune, Midna found herself stricken when two of the initiates caught the hunger and, rather than being affected themselves, passed it on to her.

[color=Aquamarine]”Goddesses, worse than when I was banished”[/color] the princess cursed, clutching her gut that suddenly felt as if it had been empty for days, a feeling she had not felt since the days right after she’d lost her kingdom where she’d had to learn to live on her own, without the conveniences of royalty. Her own groan was joined by a loud rumbling beneath her, caused by her bear’s tummy, the cybernetic beast having simply lost the coin flip.

If there was any consolation, it was that the initiated not being affected by the scream meant that they had time to get off another psychic volley in retaliation, another set of three bolts hammering the demon. The next one they where far more vulnerable to however.

At the flush of a toilet, glowing balls of ice formed all around them, one for each member of her squad in fact, hovering ever so close and rapidly increasing in brightness, giving only a moment to react before they detonated.

[color=Aquamarine]”Chilfos, front!”[/color] Midna barked, as she raised her shield, stretched out her shadow hand, and put herself and the bear in-between the ring of ice and the initiates, who had the least defense. This turned out to be not the best idea. Icy shards bloomed, slipping past the chilfos’s thin forms illmade for body blocking, biting into the amazons where their cultist robes and weak energy shields did little to stop them. Hand, metal augmented bear, and shield took the blows better (the shield in particular unleashing a retaliatory burst of needles that swept round and harried the Duke) however Midna herself did not.

Thought guarding as bet she could, the omni directional burst was impossible stop all of, and though mask, helm, shield and shoulderguard all did their parts, shards of ice still snuck through and sunk into her exposed flesh, the cold spreading like poison and dimming an inner fire she had not know she had had till it was chased away from where the cold touched.

The princess cried out in pain because apparently ice, bane of dragons, hurt like hell. That would have made the following dance of ice and fire oh so swift and deadly, demon and princess both wealiding each other’s weaknesses. Unfortunately, that potential romantic battle was rudely interrupted by a trumpeter, who rained down nuclear fire upon the battlefield.

[color=Aquamarine]”What in the goddess- move!”[/color] Midna commanded, her minions rushing forwards to get out of the light, while the bear simply returned to the twilight realm. The princess herself, however, stumbled, a pain in her gut and one of her ice shot legs too much for a moment.

A few rapid fire life or death heartbeats later and nuclear fire bloomed. The slow Chilfos found themselves lagging behind and got clipped by the edge of the explosion, while the initiates, used to skirmishing, had time to get out of harm's way and get a third psychic spear out each before all of the striker’s time was up, their effectiveness highly debatable given the amount of aoe attacks they’d drawn.

And the princess? Well. Of her there was no sight for a good couple of seconds as the trucks continued to roll forwards … right up until they approached an occupied layby on the twisty turny roads. A lay-by occupied by a 4x4. A 4x4 with a massive machine gun on mounted on its back, and mounting the machine gun? Minda, her mouth chipmunked full of granola bars. 

As for how she was here: the princess had tossed herself off the side of her truck in a last ditch effort to avoid becoming atomised, landed in its shadow, and then jumped from that shadow into the ones of several lamp posts and street signs lining the road to get ahead in-order to get some breathing room, and to also set up an ambush.

That ambush she now sprung, the princess she opened up with the minigun turret, blazing the trumpeter, or any other demon not in close proximity with a hero, with bullets, making up for her ill-practiced aim with volume of fire as the whole convoy raced by her. Joining her hail of gunfire was her Vibrava, again summoned sized up, which unleashed tight blasts of dragonfire at anything that got close.

Then, once the convoy passed, and if no one came to stop her, the twilight princess tossed herself from the turret into the driver’s seat, short (and still burning with pain) legs hitting extended pedals and butt sitting on a mini throne mounted on the regular chair (no it was not a booster seat) so that she could see over the dashboard. Both of these were things that she had badgered Eddie Rigs into installing when she’d first claimed it, in-order to actually make it usable for her impish form. 

With a feral snort, the engine of the warthog would roar to life and the princess would begin racing after the trucks, a singing sandstorm building in her wake as she released the deserts of the twilight realm into the world, and her shadow hand pulled up over the windscreen of the car ready give anything that came close, or that she got close too, a taste of titanic dragon claw.

First likely thing on her agenda? A vehicular battle with the demon’s battle bus if it was still bringing up the rear of the pack.