In the thick of a marching horde of undead the only thought that popped into KaMara's head was that burning zombies smelled like hotdogs roasting over a campfire... She wasn't sure if she should be sickened by that or burst out laughing. Neither option she chose as Rextelian's orders boomed over the battlefield. If he wanted the line held, held it'd be!

Wary of her Mousekin companion's presence, she was careful to give him his freedom of movement to evade or attack as he would. Her movements were primarily defensive, covering herself and her Mousekin ally, keeping the Dead at bay.
Gripping her buster sword with both hands she swung it above her head in a great arc. The eerie sound of sizzling and popping growing louder as strange motes of iridescent green and void black surged around the oversized blade. Wielding it like a cricket bat, she slammed the encroaching zombie with all her strength intent on sending it as far as she could from the defensive line.

ACTIONS:

1 & 2): Step Off!!
3): Block (defend herself or Itsy)

• *STEP OFF!!*
Fighting Style D + Knockback F + Blight: Acid F + Superstrength F + Athletics F
Actions: 2, Cooldown: 2
Grade: D
This heavy strike leverages the weight of a weapon and the strength of the user to push an opponent back or knock them prone.

Cooldowns:
F- 0 | E- 0 | D- 2

Youko would charge at the shambling wights and begin to claw and kick at the creatures. She was definitely not biting the rotting corpses as she knew they would taste horrible. She moved like a feral beast ripping into a predator that was disturbing her lair. Her fighting style less refined and more primal savagery disguised as trained efficiency. She hooted and hollered as she fought every second a rush of adrenaline and pure joy. There was no fear only pure joy in the throes of combat. To someone watching outside she definitely seemed crazy, no sane person would willingly charge into a horde of undead without weapons or armor or any kind of magic.

Actions taken
All: attack

Yukan Koyake

The Tanuki fiery warrior was glad to see that his fire did actually seem to work on the undead, even if he didn’t show it on his face, which was seemingly affixed with a serious visage.

He did however look to Hiruq and give a nod of acknowledgement if albeit brief, before he saw him shift into a larger even more beastial form.

Given that there were so many enemies coming in from the East, Yukan knew that the logical place for him to position himself would be on the eastern front with Hiruq for a follow up.

“<I’ll continue to provide assistance on the eastern front!>”
Yukan called out to him in beastial.

Since it seemed like the others were handling themselves well enough for the time being with the smaller group being funneled in and systematically dispatched.

Yukan rushed forward again toward the central mass of the undead horde, trying to hit the most central one with his flame blessed su yari directly, this time he went to unleash a more powerful attack given that there were even more enemies than before.

The Flames looked even more intense this time as a ring of very hot sacred fire shot forth from his Su Yari and his central mass, engulfing all of the undead which he could in it.

He then once again was quick to assume a defensive stance, leveraging, his fire lord armor once more.

Yukan Actions:
1&2:
Charging Great Transcending Thrust: Cleansing Fire - [Specialize] Fighting Style [Fire Lord: Falling Spear Style] C,
Energized C, Selective C, Range C, Fire Blight C, Penetrating C, Contact [Fire] D, Area E, Hotshot D, Reach, Fast D

Yukan tries to charge up to 8x normal base movement before he attempts to pierce a target up to 100ft away with his flame blessed Yari, a radial ring of fire spreads around Yukan at enemies up to 50 ft away, selectively sparing those who he does not wish to harm. Deals 4 extra damage on fire blight successfully effecting target. Ignores up to 4 grades of target(s) fire resistance. Ignore up to 4 grades of target’s defensively used item. +1 effectiveness against enemies more than 5 ft away, -1 effectiveness against enemies 5 ft or less away. Deals double damage if target weak spot hit. C Grade ability - 2 round cooldown (Energized)

3. Defensive stance leveraging Fire Lord Armor B for defence if necessary.

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Titles:
Beastkin - Mundane, Small (4ft) - 6ecff6

"Its... its down b-but..." Itsy muttered as his quarry slumped to the ground. Yet the twitching movements told him a clear picture: it wasn't fully dead. "T-thank you for joining me." He told both KaMara and Varius briefly, but his eyes were focused on the undead group. He wasn't about to allow himself to get distracted.

The little shrew began heaving from side to side, excitement and nervousness growing as even more zombies joined the fray. And, seeing how the swordswoman was already engaging the one closing towards her, he decided to help Varius instead. Just as before, the small beast's movements were quick. He Fleched quickly, stepping forward with his full weight behind it and extending his arm in a quick, stab against Zombie4.

Afterward, he would cross-step and spiral around the creature, scurrying back into KaMara's protective shadow.

Actions
1/2 - The Shrew Charge! - Fast F + Fighting Style [Swords] F + Hot Shot F - Itsy covers up to 20ft in a lightning charge, attacking a target and trying to hit a vital part for critical damage - Grade F 0 Post Cooldown - STR E (2) + SWORD F (1) + ABL F (1) = 4 BE vs Zombie4
3 - Move backwards 10ft

Varius then reared back with his fist, his gladius reverse gripped to reinforce the punch as he then struck Zombie4 in hope to finish it off by completing the severing force by blunt force trauma, before Varius took forward position with Itsy and KaMara as he then struck Zombie5 on the ground with a hammering stab to it's head.

Actions
1. Lion's strike = Melee Technique F - Natural Weapon E, Generalist F, Knockback F, Energized F, Accurate F
2. Allied retreat
3. Lion's pride - Melee Tech F - Sword E, Generalist F, Energized F, Accurate F

The chaos seemingly crashed upon them in an instant. It wasn’t unexpected, but it was sudden… every bit as much as last time, Yume thought.

At first, her grip on her staff tightened, and she readied herself to fight back. All around her, blade were twirling, roars were… probably saying something in beastial, and an impressive display of fire was consuming what it could. Minds went into overdrive, and what once was a soothing sea of musings became a storm of frantic combat calculations.

Yume did what she always did in these situations: call upon the mythril inked into her skin to do some of the thinking for her. In one moment, the chaos seemed to slow down: the flurry of thoughts became manageable, the weave of battle sensible… and now, with several dozen extra IQ point slapped into her brain, she realized… Psychic magic on ZOMBIES!? What was I THINKING!?

Of course, she had the holy-spell-thingy staff. That had always been the secret weapon. A powerful, holy blast, wide enough to smite every zombie within a mile. She raised it up, about to end things right then and there, when her runes picked up something strange. A familiar voice. That voice…

The staff lowered again as she turned her attention to a particular corner of the woods. The commander was barking some kind of such and such at her. Yume tuned it out. That brain radiated precious love, pride, and most strange of all, familiarity. It was the best meal she’d ever sensed. A trap, probably, but what if… what if it was actually a person.

Yume took one step then another, slow and hesitant at first, before she broke out into a run. The sounds of battle grew more distant, dulled slightly by the wall of thick tree trunks. Like a trail of crumbs, she followed the thoughts, tearing through the thick snow and kicking it in her face ‘til her cheeks went red. "Not this time…" she murmured. "You’re not getting away this time!"

She weaved past a few straggling zombies [Basic Dodge — Speed A/Armor B] which seemed to be headed for the battleground. Finally, she saw her…



Yume recognized the face from the earlier nightmare in an instant, her eyes wide. For a long moment, she just stood there in stunned silence. Then, the staff slipped from her hand, falling into the soft snow, leaving Yume free to run forward and wrap her arms around the figure.

In that moment, nothing else truly mattered to her. Not the threats surroudning them. Not the staff she’d just dropped, which had a holy nuke etched in its mythril, ready to go. Nothing except getting her arms around the elusive, dreamlike figure, as if she might vanish any moment (she had last time, after all!). The figure that anyone with eyes could recognize as her mom.

"Who are you…!?" Yume choked, holding tight as she buried her face in the kind woman’s neck. "What am I? Why does everyone always forget!?" Yume tried to sound upset, but the tone of her voice was filled with more hope and relief than the anger she’d aimed for.

1. Cognitive Expansion | Grade B
Bolster B [INT & PRC], Magic D, Duration E, Feature [Lightning Calculator]
4 post cooldown (item — Mythril Light Armor)
Yume’s tattoo acts as a secondary brain, made not of grey matter and neurons, but mythril and magic runes. Until disrupted or forced to rest, Yume's dual-mind races with unnatural clarity, pushing her mental abilities to new heights. Can alternatively be connected via Telepathy to another mind nearby, offering it the benefits instead.

2. Move

3. Pre-emptive Basic Dodge

The grasping hands didn’t surprise her, but the twitching bodies behind her did. Yumi’s eyes flicked briefly toward the headless forms struggling in the snow. Decapitation should have been enough. In stories, it usually was.

So much for that, she mused with an annoyed click of her tongue.

Rextelian's warning about needing to burn them reached her ears as her attention snapped toward the two advancing figures. "Kuuso mendou da..." She muttered with another click of annoyance. Yumi's eyes flashed between the headless and Emily as the commander spoke to her about burning the remains. If I can't finish them off, I can at least make them easier to burn.

Having made up her mind, Yumi planted her feet, heels digging into the snow as she kicked into a standing backflip. Her cloak snapped in the cold air as she attempted to create some space.

As she inverted, she caught a glimpse of Yume running off on her own. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, but she had more pressing concerns. She made note of the direction Yume was heading and swung the scythe upward. This time, the blade slashed from the nearest zombie's hip to its opposite shoulder joint, seeking to bisect it diagonally.

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Actions:
1: Observe Yume wandering off

[Perception] F

2-3: Gyaku Kesa Giri | Grade D

[Fighting Style: Scythe] D [Technique: Reach] F [Acrobatics] E [Jumping] F
2 post cooldown
Yumi performs a backflip dodge while slashing upward at the zombie, attempting to bisect it from hip to shoulder.

Cooldowns:
E - 1/1 | D - 0/2

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As a few of their frozen undead foes fell to the frosty floor, Emily, still carrying a hint of hesitation, got to action, a firm nod directed towards Commander Rextelian's order to make sure the undead were merely just dead. Her attempts to cremation focused on making sure the cold, rotting flesh could catch alight at what could be considered the 'base' - which simply put, was just the low center point of the zombie's mass. Heat rises after all, and in such a cold environment Emily couldn't take any chances, especially since she still was likely vulnerable to being attacked by the same bodies she was trying to engulf in flame.

It was then that Emily felt as if she could hear the greater presence of even more enemies approaching. Her desperation grew, as a hint of adrenaline kicked in. Part of her could only imagine that the group wasn't going to make it, but it wasn't like she had a choice to do anything else. All she felt she could do amidst the burning was to ensure that her issued task would be a success, while the rest of the party handled the combat work.

'Wait, where was the rest of the party?' She suddenly thought to herself, anxiety setting in just a bit as even despite the comfort of her warm coat, she felt vulnerable. Briefly would Emily look up to check her own surroundings - and to make note of how her allies were doing. A friend here, undead there, all caught in this battle... the only thing confusing her was the echoing shout of that one cute witch. Just what was she doing?

But as much as she wanted to warn her, to protest, Emily decided otherwise. She needed these corpses turned to ash quickly and halting that just to check on Yume would have been too risky. Her goals to burn merely continued as she used her torch to instill finishing flames...

ACTIONS:

• Get started with the fire! Hope to god that the weather and the wind is kind to Emily's attempts to light these foes ablaze...

"Buurn'em?! Haa'mah s'pose'du tha?" Moo called out, annoyed that her brute force wasn't enough. To make things worse, more of them were coming out. She had to figure out how to do it and fast. Her first thought was to ask the small magical girl with the funny ears, but she ran into the forest, probably going to do magic stuff. Moo didn't understand but she understood.

She set her eyes on the dead but not dead but not alive either that she had taken down, it was still moving. How was Moo supposed to set them on fire? She couldn't shoot lightning like the sky did! She didn't have magic! Or did she?

"Ooo! Laik em, wachu'ma'killit, dra'goons? Yeh! Moo trah tha'!" She walked over to the zombie getting back up. It was simple, she had to scream so load that fire would shoot out of her mouth.

Moo took in a big deep breath and then, "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" She let out the biggest scream she could, even shaking the snow and ashes around her as she waited for fire to erupt from her. Then, all of a sudden, from her belly she felt something hot, boiling up and then, "BURP!"

Moo groaned, it hadn't worked. She looked at the zombie getting back up and punched it back down with a basic attack. She set her eyes on the army coming in after them and her team. Moo rushed to the new wave, jumped into the air and came slamming down, aiming to shatter the earth in front of her and create a hole to keep the monsters in.

Movement:
Moved towards the new wave
Ability:
Basic Attack
Tech Cores:
Quake
Flaming Burp, failed, it doesn't exist.

Steel struck rotten flesh and bone across the northern edge of the village.

One of the advancing corpses was hurled bodily away from the defensive line, its body tumbling across the snow before coming to rest in a crooked heap. The force of KaMaras blow left the ground gouged where it had landed. For a brief moment it lay still, then the limbs began to twitch again. Fingers clawed weakly at the snow as the body tried to gather itself upright. Varius successfully hack the creatures in front of him in two.

Another corpse collapsed where it stood after Itsys repeated strikes shattered the damaged bones in its neck. The head hung loose before the entire body folded into the slush. Nearby, another skull split open beneath a downward blow, the corpse dropping heavily to the frozen ground.

Across the line, more of the undead staggered under Youkos clawing blows and heavy impacts, their bodies tearing and splitting as they pressed forward. Limbs were ripped away, ribs broken open, yet several of the fallen continued to writhe in the snow where they had been dropped. Yumis sweeping arcs sliced her targets in half, Leaving a trail of twitching, crawling wights.

Further east, a burst of sacred fire from Yukan washed over a large cluster of the approaching dead. The flames burned fiercely for several seconds before dying down, leaving blackened shapes scattered across the field. Some had collapsed entirely into charred remains, while others lay smoking where they had fallen.

Beyond the burned ground, more shapes continued stepping forward from the treeline.

Within the eastern mass, a great white wolf tore through the front ranks of the dead. One corpse was dragged down beneath crushing jaws while another was sent sprawling under raking claws. The beast moved with brutal precision, running towards Moo who was burping over a twitching corpse. He charged at Moo, then leapt into the air. Sailing straight past her into another wight that had been coming from behind.

Around the perimeter, Nan Gau’s soldiers and the warriors from Mabaroshi-mura moved to reinforce the line. Several stepped forward with shields raised while others moved between the fighters, dragging fallen corpses aside to keep the narrow approaches clear.

Commander Rextelian stood near the center of the formation, issuing short commands as he watched the shifting lines. His voice carried clearly through the cold air as soldiers repositioned themselves along the fires and sharpened stakes.

Aya remained close beside him, crimson hair catching the firelight as she moved to intercept one of the staggering bodies that had come too close to the line. Her blade flashed once, severing a decayed arm before she stepped back into position with the soldiers around her.

Behind the line, torches were already moving.

A few of the fallen corpses had begun to burn where flame had been pressed against exposed flesh and torn cloth. Fire crawled slowly across ruined bodies, smoke rising in greasy spirals into the darkening air.

The smell spread quickly.

Burning rot carried a thick, greasy stench that clung to the throat and tongue. It smelled faintly like meat left too long over a fire, mixed with the sour sweetness of decay. The scent rolled across the battlefield as more torches were pressed down into the fallen.

Some of the twitching bodies began to thrash as the flames took hold. Their limbs jerked violently against the snow as the fire consumed them.

A few emitted thin, tearing screeches as the flames spread across their ruined forms. The sounds were dry and unnatural, like air forcing its way through something that no longer had lungs.

The fires burned brighter as more corpses were fed into them.

At the edge of the village, several of the wights still struggled to rise from the snow where they had fallen. One dragged itself upright despite a shattered torso, while another clawed forward on broken limbs toward the defensive line.

Further out, beyond the treeline where the silver-haired fae had wandered, a quieter scene unfolded. Its rhythm was different from the clash of steel and the crackle of fire behind them. While the others fought for their lives in the village, the forest held its own stillness.

The woman standing before Yume looked older, though only by a small margin. Such was the strange grace of the fae; time touched them lightly, rarely leaving the marks it did on others.

When Yume rushed forward and wrapped her arms around her, the woman drew in a soft breath, surprised but not resistant. After a moment she laughed quietly. The sound rang like clear bells through the cold air, strangely gentle against the distant echoes of battle.

Her arms lifted and settled around Yume in return.

The embrace was warm. Steady. Protective in a way that felt deeply familiar, as though Yume had stepped back into something she had always known.

“Look at you. You’ve grown so beautiful.”

Her voice carried quiet pride.

“But not right now, sweet girl. You can feel it, can’t you?”

She eased Yume back just enough to look at her properly, one hand lifting to brush the silver bangs away from the younger fae’s eyes.

“They’ll have a reason not to forget you this time, baby girl.”

One of her hands lifted and pointed off to their right.

Now that she had drawn attention to it, the sensation became clearer.

The wights scattered through the forest did not carry thoughts in the way living minds did. There were faint signals there, the dull mechanical pulses of movement that a telepath could still detect. They felt hollow and chaotic, like broken instruments trying to play music.

But something else lingered nearby.

It was not alive.

It did not hum with emotion or memory.

Yet it was not empty either.

From somewhere deeper among the trees came a presence thick with malice. Cold. Focused. Heavy with hatred that pressed against the mind like a bruise.

Nemuru’s voice cut softly through the quiet forest.

“There’s something off about this one…”

Her eyes remained fixed in that direction.

“But I bet if you take him down with that staff of yours…”

She paused and glanced back toward Yume, a faint smile forming.

“Oh… what did you do with your staff?”

Youko grins as she continues clawing and tearing even stomping on the heads of any corpses near her trying to crawl or get up. Even covered in rotten blood and gore she looks more alive. The thrill of battle more potent than any drug.......even catnip. She was born and trained for the thrill of battle. To fight so others that couldn't fight would remain safe. Her claws are the blade of her ancestors and the shield of the weak. The neko would occasionally give off hoots and hollers of excitement while she fought. There would even be an occasional shout of "THIS IS AWESOME!" or "I FEEL TRULY ALIVE!"

​
Titles:
Beastkin - Mundane, Small (4ft) - 6ecff6

It seemed that, for the moment, the most immediate threat had been dealt with. Itsy's pupils were already blown wide, the fear and excitement of combat pumping adrenaline through his veins. The small beast was hopping from one foot to the other, snow crunching beneath him as he tried to keep himself mobile. "B-better to let them come closer... than to charge them..." He murmured, perhaps to KaMara or more to himself. His rapier would zoom every so often, slashing the air in front of him, as he kept himself prepared.

At seeing his Flame's effectiveness Yukan knew that an obvious move was to let some of the forms from the treeline start to gather into a larger group before he struck again. So he'd ideally do that, but move forward after witnessing the bodies around him burn, so that he could get into a proper position to hit them again.

He took notice of his allies if he saw any from his current position. His nose twitched and he winced a bit. He did not enjoy the scent of burning flesh but it looekd like it was one which he would have to get used too. Since he hadn't really recieved orders to do otherwise and it didn't seem like anyone else needed his immediate support in Battle, Yukan just did what he generally did, and went in for another ring of fire when he was sure the enemies were far away enough from the forest that they wouldn't be burned, a fierey energy gathering over his body and shooting outward in a ring as he his flame blessed su yari lit ablaze while he aimmed it toward the central mass of enemies approaching.

Yukan Actions:
1. Wait for undead mass to get out of the tree line so he doesn't burn it down.
2 & 3. Move into position with a combination of Fast E and use an E grade version of Charging Great Transcending Thrust:

Varius moved with Itsy and KaMara "Good thinking, best we let them funnel in best to save energy while they get closer. You have my blade." Varius settled in with them as he stood ready his gladius dripping with remnants from the undead he killed to finish off. Watching as the others moved in closer.

"We're fighting a defensive action so you're right on the money." KaMara agreed with Itsy. "We got plenty of defensive power to even the numerical odds not in our favor. So let 'em walk into the meatgrinder." She appreciated the difficulty a mobility fighter like Itsy had to endure fighting battles that didn't exactly okay to the strengths of his fighting style. If the mystery man with the heirloom ever showed his face though, it'd be the Mouseketeer who'd be instrumental in taking him down. "Keep your eyes sharp, strike where you can and I got your six." she said, taking stock of the battle around her as she defended those around her.

Actions:
1,2 3: Guard self, Itsy & anyone else that needs it.

Cooldowns:
F- 0 | E- 0 | D- 1

"Gah! Sm'll laka'krap!" Moo shook her head, trying to shake off the nasty odor covering the battlefield. Moo wasn't about to let a stinky situation stop her though.

She watched as the big dog, that came out of nowhere basically, joined the fight and started tearing through the dead. The village had sent support to burn those that were not alive and not dead but still moved like if they were alive but smelled like the dead but they were neither alive or dead, which Moo understood perfectly well if you asked her.

"Das'wadda'akin'bout!" Moo cried out as she rushed to the wolf's aide. She jumped into action next to him, protecting his back as she punched anything getting closed. When it was two or more, she slapped her right bicep and then clotheslined them and sent them flying back. It was like fighting along her friends back home and she was loving it!

Movement:
Moved towards the new wave, teammup with big wolf.
Ability:
Basic Attack
Tech Cores:
Knockback

The sounds of battle rose around Yumi: steel, claws, the wet crack of bone. Somewhere nearby, she heard someone whooping. Probably Youko, she mused with the faintest of grins. Her attention stayed forward, fixed on the slow, relentless advance spilling from the treeline. The pattern was too clean, too consistent. They didn't wander or hesitate, but pressed forward in a steady flow, filling gaps the moment they appeared.

The Commander was right. Something's leading them.

Her eyes narrowed slightly beneath her hood, tracking the spaces between the trees, searching for something, anything out of the ordinary.

A shape. A pause. A watcher. Something—

A corpse lurched into her periphery.

Yumi's body moved before the thought finished. The scythe traced a perfect circle in the air, biting into the top of the wight's skull before exiting through the groin. The halves collapsed into the snow, twitching.

She didn't spare it a glance, her eyes still scanning the treeline.

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Actions:
1: Vertical Circle | Grade F

[Fighting Style: Scythe] F [Technique: Reach] F
0 post cooldown

2: Perception | Grade E

[Perception] E
1 post cooldown

3: No 3rd action (except maybe to perceive harder, or see if anything followed Yume)

Cooldowns:
E - 0/1 | D - 1/2

Yume felt a confusing mix of happy and infuriated. The woman was incredibly sweet, and more importantly, seemed to know her without having to be told. Someone to remember. Someone whose arms felt like home. Finally.

But the more she thought it through, the more it irked her. If this was so incredible, why did it take so long for her to have it!? Where was this woman the first few years of her second life!? You know… the scary, important ones.

"You think I haven’t tried doing anything memorable…!?" Yume’s voice came out more strained than intended. Almost a sob, despite her intentions. "That’s been every day, Mystery Mom! Every. Single. Day." She thumped Nemuru’s shoulder with her fist, emphasizing each word. Not enough to hurt, but enough to shove her slightly. "Like this would be any different!"

Pulling back, she looked up into the woman’s eyes. "So what makes you different? How do you seem to recognize me? And where were you when I needed all these questions answered!?"

From the looks of it, Yume was adamant on standing there, staring into her mother’s eyes until she got an answer. She was, at first, until a shambling sound resounded behind her, close to where she’d dropped the staff. Her reaction wasn’t one of fear, so much as irritation at the interruption.

"Fine," she sighed, holding out one hand. The staff leapt off the ground, landing straight in her hand with a solid thwack that almost looked like it hurt. "Just watch. One moment of awe, then they forget I was even here by the time we make it back to Nan Gau."

Closing her eyes, Yume stepped back and drew the staff closer, quickly whispering ancient script like a prayer meeting a mantra. Light gather, swirling around the base, cascading up, wind blowing the white fluff beneath like a snowglobe being shaken. A second in, the staff forced one to squint, a few, it was blinding.

Then, the golden sun on the top erupted into the overcast sky.

"I can’t see where everyone is, so I’ll spare the square where they were fighting. The moose lady should know what to do. Even if she can’t remember me, she should remember the spell…" In a way, Yume was speaking more for her own benefit than Nemuru’s. This very fear had held her back: anyone nearby, not in the safety zone, was a goner.

"Stay close, Mystery Mom."

1. Telekinesis F(C — maximum, concentration II) staff to hand.

2. Daybreak | Grade B
Magic B, Penetrating B, Blight [Radiant] B, AoE C, Selective C, Control Environment F, Affinity [Air] F
4 post cooldown (item)
Raising the staff, a bright cloud made of light pours out from the top, covering a half-mile radius. Moments later, it begins to fire devastating beams of destructive light across the area, dissolving whatever’s touched with radiant energy.

3. Nope.

The eastern approach did not hold for long.

Flame rolled outward in a widening arc from Yukans techniques, heat distorting the falling snow as it surged across the open ground. The foremost cluster of wights was caught in it fully. Dry sinew and rotted cloth ignited almost instantly, bodies collapsing into one another as the fire consumed what little held them upright. Several fell and did not rise again, their forms blackening and splitting as the flames took hold.

There were a few soldiers of Nan Gau that were hesitantly grabbing corpses from around Youko. Dragging them towards a pile that was being set alight with the torches. Commander Rextelian grimaced slightly as he watched the felines madness. Quickly turning his attentions back towards commanding the flow of the battle. His eyes searching for the one holding the strings.

“Burn everything that falls,” he called out, louder this time.
“No exceptions.”

Aya moved with him, already ahead of the order.

The red haired kitsune darted between soldiers with quick, efficient steps, a torch in one hand and blade in the other. Where something twitched, she was there. Where something tried to rise, she ended it. Her movements were sharp, practiced, and entirely without hesitation.

One wight managed to surge up in front of her, jaws snapping wide. Her blade took its head cleanly.

Itsy, KaMaras, and Varius's efforts won out for the most part. The trickle of wights that had been shambling in had grown to something manageable. And close to finished off. It almost seemed as if the battle was coming to an end.

Hiruq tore into another wight, as he fought alongside Moo. Snarling and ripping its head off. Several of the mabaroshi warriors also fought, though they all remained in their humanoid forms. The wolf chuffed, blue and gold eyes on Moo for a solid two seconds, before he bounded towards the next wight within reach. A Few of the warriors around them grabbed torches and started setting fire to what the pair left behind.



Just a little ways off; just far enough to be out of sight and ear shot, Yume met with her maker. Nemurus eyes widened slightly at Yumes outburst. But her eyes softened and she smiled endearingly.

"Oh sweet girl...I'm so sorry...I really wanted to be..but...And I know. I know you tried. I watched you. But I couldn't leave before. But now I can!" She smiled excitedly. The smile faltered only slightly as Yume pulled away and called the staff to her.

As the silver haired fae called her magic forth the power gathered around her at first. In a swirling shifting cloud of refracted light hat hovered above her. But it spread out quickly, shooting out towards the area that Yume had focused. And once it reached the limit of its expanse, it rained down beams of light that shot down in like burning rain.



For those within the village of Nan-Li, finishing off the wights that remained from the sudden surge; there was a strange vision to behold. Just a short distance away, above the thicket of the forest that surrounded the village mountainside, was a strange cloud. It was glowing, as if made of light, shifting with refracted colors. It spread across the forest in a singular direction, and almost spread out towards the village.

Since Yumi had been looking in that direction to keep an eye out for the troublesome Yume, she was the first to notice the cloud. And perhaps the first to see Yume standing in the sudden clearing that had been razed.

Beams of light fell down from the cloud above and burned down a good section of the forest, and a few outlying cabins. When the hellfire finally stopped, Yume was revealed to be standing with her staff pointed in the general direction of a charred form standing some distance away.

It was a heap of charred remains, but it twitched. Once, Twice. Then suddenly an arm reached up from beneath the pile of charred remains. It seemed the wight commander had taken refuge under the corpse of the undead horse it had ridden. It stood now, drawing its sword. Hollow blue eyes burning with a deadly vengeance. Its jaw unhinged, muscley sinew visibly cracking in the cold as it screeched and ran forward towards Yume.

Nemuru clapped her hands together with an excited sound.

"Oh! That's my Girl! You're so amazing!"

Youko seeing the commander rushes forward at full speed and as she passes Yume she laughs "holy crap that was awesome. Good work." At the end of her charge she'd go in for a swing with her claws aiming to get in one strike at least. She is here to beat the bad guys so that's what she will do. This guy looks strong and hopefully her and the group can beat him. This should be a better fight than those weak wights. She still had that crazy grin across her face but her gaze was more focused due to this foe obviously being a much harder enemy to take down than his minions.

Actions taken.
1. Move
2. Move
3. Basic attack