Gardevoiran

The War of the Three: Exodus

@Floodtalon@Lmpkio

Amaterasu rode alongside Castellum as the group approached the Oasis, her eyes fixated on the opposition. Ahead of everyone, Saef Harken and two Machina units were engaging eachother, trying to likely get ahead of the rest of the rabble so they'd have no issues. Ahead of them existed the two most tantalizing targets of Mephilies and that dragon of the demons. Disgusting scum, they were, but how close they were together made them particularly vulnerable to Amaterasu.

With a stoic expression on her face, Amaterasu raised her free hand towards the two demons and prepared an attack, smirking as a large beam of pure holy light fired directly in front of the demons, aiming to not hit them directly, but cause them to rush into the mighty beam, smiting them and taking them out entirely. That dragon looked like a problem, and when your problems were addressed, you could continue on unhindered. Having the demons exhausted completely was an answer to this problem.

All problems had an answer.

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@Floodtalon@Sho Minazuki@Lmpkio@Silvan Haven

Bonesword continued grinding on the vines below him as Saef chased him, trying to cut Bonesword off his path to success. He wasn't the only opposition in this, either, as Mephilies fired a blast at the skeleton that had exploded just a tad too late to do anything but drain the skeleton's shield completely, leaving him vulnerable but dangerous.

The bit of the blast that Titania didn't block with her body caught against the vines Bonesword rode, causing him a bit of trouble but overall not hindering him in the slightest as he rode into the Oasis. It was there that the skeleton took into account of everything going on, including the massive hydra off in the distance and the sudden appearance of Lucifus. Holy Eos that hydra was terrifying, but it was also distant. It didn't threaten Bonesword just yet.

"Titania, check your 6." Watching behind him, the skeleton snapped as Charlie the Basilisk shot up from the ground, catching the skeleton upon his back. Then Charlie began riding the vines that Bonesword was already on, going even faster than the skeleton was before. Behind the two, both Vulcan Yew miniguns attached to the combatant's backs fixated their aim upon Saef Harken and Lucifus, opening fire in attempts to get both birds out of the fight. Additionally, to minimize damage reception, Charlie began to swerve and move in jagged patterns, looking to make the target of Bonesword all that much harder to hit as they continued forth to the First Pyramid. Bonesword himself had even begun to sprout leafy plants on Charlie's back behind him, possibly to use as cover in case of any unwanted attacks.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Ursaren winced as he felt the fireball singe his clothes and skin, but he quickly stared back towards the assailant that threw the fireball and simply laughed. He had felt the fire of dragons against his beard before, this was merely a sting compared to that! Ursaren rushed forward towards the sorceress before he saw her figure fade away, along with the other elf that proved to be a nuisance in this area. As shameful as it was for Ursaren to admit, it was likely for the best that he didn't continue on. He wasn't exactly what he was before, even if he had tasted the flaming passion of a dragon's breath.

The old man kneeled down on the ground, raising his hand to his wound as he winced again, the flesh weaving back onto itself like a knit blanket. He was definitely running out of juice at this point, what with the healing and the transformations. He needed a bit of a break if he was going to continue, or else he'd have more than just a burn on his chest.

Glancing over his comrades, he decided that he was the man who got the most damage inflicted, so he deserved the healing the most. He wouldn't mind passing it up onto someone else, but he really did need to handle himself before others, as painful as it was to be selfish."Is everyone alright?" the old man questioned as he noticed the one remaining Dorcha among the crowds, moving over towards the 'prisoner' carefully as to not make his wounds any worse. After all, he was just patching it up for the time being. He already spent his good spells on his allies, and he was more fond of potions in any case.

Ursaren gazed at the Dorcha before he simply smiled and returned to tending to his injuries. He felt something about her, though he didn't know what that was exactly. Maybe it was fake? Maybe it wasn't. Only time could tell.

The Narrow Path

"What can ev'ryone in yer' squad do, exactly? If we get a grasp on that, we can use it t'get appropriate things." Stride immediately asks a question before he fidgets with his head, spinning 360 degrees around before it's secured tightly.

The Narrow Path

"Aye. Shotguns do a lot of damage. 'seen plenty o' men taken down from a point blank blast..." Grodlar takes the thing before he turns it off completely, placing on his workbench and turning back to you. "I'll return this to you shortly. The day is still young, my friends, and they don't call me the Iron Fist for nothin'! Bahaha!" You notice Grodlar's own metal arm as he chortles, beginning to work on the arm while you and Stride walk off to find other things.

"That's Grodlar the Iron Fist, the man who once wrestled a giant n'won. He's my main supplier of illegal goods outside of Yashar, and honestly, I trust him more than the smarmy fuck of Yashar. Pretty soon, yer arm'll be shootin' more than just fireballs."

The Narrow Path

"Hm... oh damn, is that... OI! GRODLAR!"

You see a stout, but broad dwarf, setting up his market stall before he looks up at you and Stride. "Westley? I thought you had died years ago, chap!"

"I did, but that's besides the point, mate. Mind helpin' out my friend here with some good armaments?" Stride pulls you over and shows Grodlar your arm, carefully dislodging it from the socket before Grodlar stares at it, stroking his mighty beard.

"How'd he lose the arm? Very important for me to know, chaps."

The Narrow Path

"Very few that I actually trust. Y'remember that orc y'killed near Magdalene's house. He was my second-in-command enforcer, right behind the skeleton I've called 'Loud'. Otherwise y'have Bob the suicidal Goblin, the grunt I called 'Wizliz', and this... new thing that I met, said his name was 'N' or somethin'." Stride walks beside you before a small saucer flies up to his side, his hand petting the beast before he talks again. "Oh, and meet Flyboy. He's m'pet."

The Narrow Path

"Fair shit. Go get your bird, as well. She's fun to hang around, or so I've been told by my replacement before he met my patron deity." Stride kicks by the door, waiting for you as he stares over at the rising sun.

The Narrow Path

"Fair," Stride says as he stands there, putting his hands in his pockets as you can see the stitches of a scar along his neck.

"Listen mate. I don't like you, you don't like me, but I was recently fired by my employer because I couldn't hold up my end of the bargain. Instead, he hired a hitman to replace me. Now, I might've stolen your kill, but I can guarantee that the news of my unemployment doesn't spread as quick as the blood of Nigel. You have my word on that."

Stride smirks before you see his pupiless eyes and his dark scowl. "Ever heard that expression 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'? Just know that Yashar fired me and became my enemy. Y'followin' along well so far?"

The Narrow Path

You see Nigel's smarmy face there, but it's definitely been more alive.

"'How's it goin', Toby? You're gonna die now!' said Nigel if he was actually alive."

Holding up the head of Nigel by the hair stood Yashar's hitman, Westley Stride, with a smarmy look on his face.

"I came to talk, mate. And I brought you the gift of my failure to hire a proper hitman."

The Narrow Path

"I talked with Abigail while you were asleep. We have food and shit that we can take for the journey ahead," Brock calmly says before stopping, as a knock was heard on the door. You hear a low roar from the other room before Brock pulls out his sword, looking over in the other room to calm what just roared. "Charlie, shh. Toby, get the door. If things go awry, I'll get your back."