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[hr][color=gold]Ezekiel [@Helo], Scratch / Vallena [@Apex Sunburn], Callandra [@princess][/color][hr]
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Callandra stirs...not fully, but enough. Her breathing evens. The trembling in her fingers slows. A hint of color returns to her lips. She does not wake, but the worst has passed. It seems Ezekiel’s prayers have been heard. The girl who threw herself into the blast now lingers on the fragile edge of life, stable but silent, a heartbeat tucked safely beneath his hands.

And then the wall behind you shakes.

The roar of the griffon tears through the hold once more...but this time, it's different. Angrier. Harsher. Desperate.

Somewhere out there in the smoke and wreckage, the battle continues.

You hear it before you see it: the clash of steel, the scream of feathers, a shriek that splits the dark like a blade. Then a figure crashes into view...armor crumpled, twin blades slipping from broken fingers as a hooded body slams to the floor with a sickening crack.

[b]Two Swords is dead[/b]. The griffon pounces a moment later, shredding through the wreckage like a god of winged fury. For a moment, it stands triumphant.

But the victory is short-lived. Sparkler is still standing.

He meets the beast head-on, sickle rising with the precision of ritual. The blade arcs once ...and connects. Flesh splits. Feathers erupt in a spray of red. The griffon screams again, this time in pain, wings spasming wildly.

And then Furnace steps forward.

Smoke coils around his hands, his incantation rising like a hymn to entropy. His fingers splay. The glyph at his feet flares to life...and with a deafening boom, a bolt of raw arcane force slams into the side of the cargo hold.

The hull explodes outward.

Wood splinters. Steel bends. Rivets scream. A gaping hole tears open in the ship’s flank, and with it, the air turns into a cyclone. Barrels, crates, and shattered gear are ripped from the floor, pulled into the void with a roar of rushing wind.

Everything not fastened down ...every piece of cargo, every unsecured crate, gone. Blown out into the sky in a storm of debris. The griffon howls as it’s caught in the blast, flung back with a crash of wings and vanishing into the open air.

Furnace turns, his cloak flaring like a shadow set on fire. He sees the turret. His hands begin to rise.

The runes on his palms ignite, and he starts casting ...something big.

And Sparkler?

Sparkler runs.

With a scream of fury, he activates a crackling arcane force shield from his gauntlet and begins to sprint full-force across the cargo hold. His sickle drags behind him, spewing sparks like lightning on gravel. His eyes lock on yours, blazing with rage.

“I’m tired of these fucking tricks...
Fight me, you cowards!!!”

The floor is still shaking. The elemental deep in the ship pulses once ...then again. You feel the pressure. The damage is spreading.

What do you do? [/color][/h3]