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[b]Words:[/b] 870 (+2)
[b][color=ea590c]Edward Portsmith: Level 10 (28 cells)[/color] [/b][color=ea590c]///////////////////////////////////[/color]///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (38/100)
[b]Location[/b] Frozen highlands - The Midnight Walk - Moon Mountain
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Though it had pained him to do so, Edward had taken Heismay’s advice and taken a step back and a breather after assembling his forces. Or, at least, he’d done so once his scouts had located the rest of the seekers, and he’d subsequently replaced them. Sitting atop the Ironclad wasn’t exactly a comfortable ride, but a bit of bone shaking was well worth the rest, and with the company of a cat and a wolf (even with their bone and metal edges) made it even somewhat enjoyable. 

His preemptive preparation also meant that when the seekers began to make their own in anticipation of the consequences of trying to reignite the sun, he had just a little more time to relax, ruminate and reflect. To let go, just a little, of the shame of and frustrations at his past failures. 

But only a little.

When the seekers struck a match to banish the dark however, it was time for the wizard tower to stand in defiance of the odds once again. The dark did not approve of their actions one bit as the face of the foe was revealed, its many eyes opened and its hands reached out to snuff out the light they had been seeking.

Edward had been anticipating some sort of consequence to their actions, and while his calculations hadn’t involved anything close to this, his response was still the same. 

[color=ea590c]”Open fire!”[/color]

At his will, the Ironclad that was the center of his formation raised its cannons towards the face of the man in the moon, and let him have what he’d come from. Three shells flew fourth in rapid fire, bursting into furious napalm as they impacted in and around the figure, adding fuel to the fire Blazermate had started. Edward’s smiting bishop thundered a moment after, hammering the spell slug into the man in the moon, and adding archfire napalm to the trinity of flames now burning in the area.

In retaliation a flurry of orbs sailed forth from the rise hands, only to be blocked by the spell tempered shields of two iron golem, leaving Edward confident his formation would hold. This confidence was ripped from under him as the man in the moon’s spike wave rippled across the floor, slipping under the shields and ripping at the golems, the snoruyo, and the ironclad’s undersides.

It didn’t rip through Edward or collared companions however, who leapt up onto the back of the ironclad, which Loona promptly froze solid with her cryo-heal at Edward’s command, restoring its vitality while giving them a (admittedly slippery) platform to fight from. It also didn’t rip through the three squads off Cold-Flame Antonarchs he’d summoned, the deadra simply floating above the spike wave as they returned fire with slowing and status vulnerability inflicting frost bolts. 

At Edward’s will they switched from sporadic fire at their closest target to an attempt to focus down one of the aberrated eyes, racking up debuffs before one squad attempted to use their freezing blast spell to immobilise it entirely.

Atop the frozen ironclad Edward began frantically hurling palspheres at the deployed snoruyo, whose stubby gait had just become a lability due to the floor spikes, in order to get them out of harm's way. Meanwhile he sent the doomed iron golems forward to try and wail on one of the hands with their clubs before they were utterly destroyed by that same said sorcery. 

The SomnaDrix charged alongside the iron golems, its leith leviathan body well adapted to leaping over the spikes, while its freezing antlers made decent enough demolition tools. Its ability to eat rocks to restore its health meant that it could sustain its own vitality using the debris from the floor shattering, and it wasn’t above trying to take a bite out of the hands themselves given their semi-stony texture. 

That left his other two collared companions to their own devices, which in Scrumpy’s case might not have been the best idea, as the tinkerer cat promptly had a Eureka moment. From next to nothing the cat managed to craft a [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/4a2cb7d421c3.png].22 Rifle[/url], and then, with a look of mania in his eyes, he promptly turned this new weapon right towards the nearest target. Fortunately for everyone involved, this turned out to be the ironclad he was standing on. As such, rather than a friendly fire incident, the result of this madness mainly caused confusion. Specifically confusion about how the cat was using a gun, and also why it had decided to fire said gun directly into the ground it was standing on.

Edward asked as much, demanding to know [color=ea590c]”What are you doing?!”[/color] while reaching for the weapon the feline clearly had no idea how to handle. This prompted Scrumpty to wind back a throw, intending to hurl its still loaded weapon at the Dreadnaught, only for the cat to freeze solid in that pose thanks to Loona’s intervention.

Briefly bemused by his subordinate actions, Edward had no actual time to assess what had occurred, instead swiftly moving on to praising the Lunarwulf with a [color=ea590c]”Good job”[/color] followed by a command to [color=ea590c]”Check on him once he’s thawed”[/color] before returning his focus to the battle at hand.