TheWendil

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Truth be told, Gradon wasn’t expecting the Cadets to actually sweep this all off like it was nothing. But seeing really was believing, and he saw with his own eyes the culminated effort every one of them had obtained during the past month. Some used the power of their newly contracted Spirits and enhanced Vessels, while the others relied on their own strength. It didn’t really matter how they went about it, because soon enough the foes Diana had left for them were all but black dust. Gradon hadn’t even needed to summon his own Spirit, let alone raise his weapon.

But those pair of eyes, the very same that had watched from a distance, were now making themselves known. As the last of the Dissonance collapsed into the snowy ground, Gradon whirled around to glare at the person who had snuck up on them. “Who are you,” he asked, hand slowly reaching for his blade. Friend or foe, people didn’t just didn’t sneak up on a bunch of kids without cause for intrusion.

“I can’t believe a bunch of kids actually took down those monsters. That old dragon girl must be getting soft if she threw a bunch of weaklings at them,” the man said, ignoring Gradon’s words. By now, he had made himself evident for all the Cadets to see. With a cool grin, hands in his pockets, he nodded in satisfaction at the group before him. “Not bad, not bad at all kiddies. I could almost mistake you for real, legit Imperial soldiers.”

Gradon traded a glance with Ires, wondering if she had any words on the matter. Assuming she would say something to address this stranger, Gradon watched and waited. Unfortunately, the newcomer wouldn’t be so lenient to just wait around for individual speeches to be delivered. One hand shifting out of his pocket, an ember sparked between his fingers. He idly played with it, letting it slide between his digits as he focused his eyes on the group as a whole.

“It’s good to see kids like you can actually hold their own in a fight. Cause I’m afraid you’re about to get one real soon,” the man said, suddenly turning his cool gaze on Chen. “Starting with you first popsicle. Come on kid, show me what you can do. It’s not like I’m letting you all walk scot free anyway.”

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@16 Bit

This is good to hear.

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I will post tomorrow. Assuming KoL doesn't want to do something first.

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@floodtalon

You need to post.

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@Hammerman

Your Spirit is fine with me.

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Who else are we waiting on.

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@16 Bit

Are you still interested.

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The metallic raptor tilted its head to the side curiously, chirping once more as Henry addressed it. It was weird, but by the blinking of its lights it seemed to be invoking the basic form of communication. In any case, it meant no harm and chirped all the louder to the scrap metal deposited on the ground. As Henry took off, the raptor tilted its head down and consumed the offered gift in peace; on the other side, Eos was confused herself. Since when did Roma send people out on journeys?

The machine dinosaur’s meal would not last however. The creature suddenly bolted upright in position, bits of its scrap meal dripping down the sides of its jaws. With a great heave and a twitch, the creature spat and snarled, hissed and screeched in mangled fury. From just a second ago it had bore no ill intent; but as its lights flickered to a dark red hue, it kicked about in an agitated manner, clawing the ground and kicking up a mess.

Acting as if someone or something had wrestled control of it, it turned its optic sight to Henry’s flying form. With a snarl, it raced upon the mountain with an eagerness to slash and maim. This was no new phenomenon, for the raptors attacking Titanica and Zyata had also undergone a transformation. Their lights sifting into a crimson spark, they continued to throw themselves at the Vassal and her pet with no regard for tactics or safety. Because despite Titanica’s efforts, they just seemed to keep coming.

Their numbers were endless, some beginning to surround the trio on all sides despite the distance between them. And the brighter their red lights glowed, the more of a transformation they underwent. Icicles began to sprout from the raptor’s teeth, claws, and backs in a rapid metamorphosis. With this change in appearance came new powers as well, some raptors opening their maws and shooting out large and sharp icicles like bullets straight at Zyata.

“Titanica, is that you?” came a voice from one raptor. It was quite clear to make out despite the interference and scuffle of the fighting. When the voice spoke again, it came from another raptor, one who had pounced on Titanica’s back with claws bear to shred. “Of course it’s you. Who else would be this angry. Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look climbing the mountain side? Of course you do.”

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The lingering sentiment completely ignored Diana’s words, its armored helm still pointed in Suparna’s direction. It spoke no words and made no gesture, as if it had suddenly gone back to be an inanimate object. Nor would it react to the maggot girl’s concerns of the flesh dissipating away or her mad scramble to reclaim it. It did, however, slowly turn its head when Suparna mentioned attacking it.

Only this time, the animated armor was looking at Diana now. Like a rocket taking off for ignition, the armored beast suddenly launched forward at the dragon girl. With its shoulder pointed forward, it barreled right into the heavenly warrior. The speed and strength of its take off jetted out plumes of ice and snow, a good deal of it launching at Suparna.

The armored sentiment only halted its momentum to grab Diana’s ankle. With its clawed gauntlet digging through armor and flesh, it spun back around and hurled the dragon away. Snow and rock would meet Diana’s barreling form, the armored warrior already manifesting a weapon in its right hand. All the while, it ignored Suparna, its sights only on slaying the dragon.

While one battle raged in place, another would occur deep in the throes of the Nexus’ Neutral Areas. For as Henry landed on the mountain, a curious chirping sound would resonate nearby. Something had spotted him and that something rustled the cliffside bushes like an animal. It gave him no chance to discover it because soon enough a metal head popped out from the undergrowth.

Henry could see its full shimmering body rippling beneath the greenery. So far, it didn’t seem like it was hostile. The same couldn’t be said for the ones slowly surrounding Titanica’s group. Scampering along the mountain’s rocky sides, claws digging into the earth, they crawled all around. Out of sight and out of sound, but no doubt catching Titanica’s, and perhaps even Zyata’s, alarm bells in senses.

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I have a sneaking suspicion we only have 3 players left in this RP.

So who's still in this.