Realmatic

Myriad Reality

[@Attack Team]
*The remaining mercenaries form into a layered battle line in front of the spire's entrance*
This is the last of them—if we get through these, we can get into the spire and find the last access points, so long as X, Martyn, and SPirit succeed.
*Oranges, Blues, and Reds make up the front line; the Oranges begin strategically shooting a multitude of dagger-like items wreathed in raw, chaotic, destructive energy; the Sky Scribes also target the fighters with an onslaught of elemental attacks and plasma blasts*

@Realmatic

*Resists the movement of the daggers with opposite-facing force*

Myriad Reality

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*It branches outward in order to push toward its destination*

@Nimda

*This is not expected; some of the Greens are hit and struck down by the lesser lightning before they reach the ranks; the rest of the branches are absorbed*

Myriad Reality

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*Starts drawing a large landscape*

@Nimda

*The light from the landscape becomes heavily diffracted so that the drawing is visibly incomprehensible*

Myriad Reality

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Alucard: *grins, and draws both of my pistols, firing high caliber, Blessed rounds at the enemies, which deal a load of spiritual and physical damage*

@souleaterfan320

*The motion of the rounds is strongly resisted by force in the opposite direcition*

Myriad Reality

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*The statue crumbles and the toxins dissipate*
Bass, battlechip in, download!
*Thousands of orbs fill the room and move from one side to the other rapidly, heavily damaging anything they touch*

@Source

*Battered, the demon cannot withstand the assault; the Greens flee around a corner, calling for reinforcements*

Myriad Reality

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*Creates an angular yellow rune, inducing great bolts of lightning to strike them from the sky*

@Nimda

*The lightning is redirected away from the Greens as the mercenaries form their main line*

Myriad Reality

[@Attack Team]
*The remaining mercenaries form into a layered battle line in front of the spire's entrance*
This is the last of them—if we get through these, we can get into the spire and find the last access points, so long as X, Martyn, and SPirit succeed.
*Oranges, Blues, and Reds make up the front line; the Oranges begin strategically shooting a multitude of dagger-like items wreathed in raw, chaotic, destructive energy; the Sky Scribes also target the fighters with an onslaught of elemental attacks and plasma blasts*

Myriad Reality

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*Creates two converging lines and the pillar reduces to a concentrated point at each of them*

@Nimda

*They move back faster, their vines barely able to keep up; some escape into the spire but some turn and flee toward a line of mercenaries, including Blues, who put out the fire*

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Zazriel: *growls then sighs before dispelling the orb and returning to the ground, eyes still locked on Simon* You're right. It would be unwise.

@ZAVAZggg

*Looks at Simon* I don't understand who he is or how he got here. Unless he is inclined to help us we may have to remove him promptly.

Myriad Reality

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*Instead of doing damage on impact, the shards shatter into dust and rise up in front of those scribes, impeading their vision slightly. From over where I launched them I utter a short phrase that the scibes can't hear.*
Delayed illusions.
*To those looking at the dust from both within the clouds and outside of them, they seem to melt and vanish with no harm done for now.*

@Darlit Glitch

darlit I do not understand fully what the scribes inside of the cloud are seeing

Myriad Reality

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*The tail passes through me and the aura flickers, as if I were a hologram*
Anubis, battlechip in, download!
*A statue of a jackal materializes and poisonous air fills the room*

@Source

*The demon strikes the statue to smash it and the vines suck up the poisonous air, decaying and disappearing quickly; the Greens quickly raise up new vines*