TheWendil

The War of the Three

Within the endless strife that was Valhalla, a battle most grand was taking place. The Lingering Sentiment was motionless and speachless, even with Diana’s words and movements. With the dragon girl having put some distance between them, her weapon changed form and a new tactic was implemented. But like the foolish child she was, she believed these new strategies would have any effect. Such as it were then that the armor only stood still even as fiery chains circled it.

“……” At once Diana’s flames sizzled out before being overcome with a rusting, icy metal. Every one of them were snuffed of their light and the chains were easily broken like tattered tools. In response, the Lingering Sentiment held out its free palm once again, aiming at the circling dragon girl. Its own runic symbols, incantations alien to both of its enemies, would form along its hand.

And with a sudden burst of motion, chains of its own began to sprout forth. They snaked and snared, catching Diana by the ankle and halting her motion just before the last of her lines could be completed on the ground. Each energy bullet bounced off its armor and with a mighty heave, the Lingering Sentiment forcibly dragged Diana’s form closer to its waiting blade.

But Suparna was making this difficult, much more so than it needed to be. With globs of maggots flying toward it, the living armor instead suited its blade best to swiping at the crawling things. It was just enough time for the maggot girl to strike, her blade landing into its helmet with more of her hellion spawn crawling in. “……….” Unfazed, the armor slowly began wrapping its sword arm around Suparna’s waist, applying enough pressure to keep her still; and possibly break her spine if she wanted to still be feisty.

Back inside the Nexus, the battle between Vassals was becoming more intense. Archorus’ machine was working in double layers, focusing on the two enemies attacking it on either side. Keeping note of Titanica’s blazing fists, the machine lurched backwards with a boost of its rockets. Moments later, a wide swipe of flame would just barely graze its chest as it dodged Titanica’s uppercut.

This left the AI to scramble against Henry’s pressure, the missiles it fired at him being returned in no less than a few heartbeats. Stunned and rocked by the impact of it, both Henry and Titanica would see a massive construct of ice forming on the machine’s shoulder where its left launcher had originally been. “Not bad. This model is starting to become obsolete,” Archorus’ voice mused, optic sensors seeming to narrow on Henry.

Some damage was done by his attack run but not much. With its free hand, the machine broke off a hunk of its iced shoulder and moved to slam it into Titanica’s face. The Machina soldier could be dealt with any time, but it was her fellow Vassal that interested Archorus more. As the machine continued to use the massive ice spike as a weapon to bludgeon Titanica, that same ice structure suddenly grew and bended, eagerly stretching out to impale and stab the flying Henry.

Below them was a battle that rocked the very oceans, ancient creatures of the deep beginning to resurface into the light once more. And the great snake that studied Bonesword, Khaine, and Saef was as impassive as ever. There was something familiar to it that might have been noted by Khaine; but it didn’t seem like it would attack. In fact, it was unconsciously scaring away the other creatures from this location, its serpentine eye never once blinking. A monster that belonged to no Faction usually resided in the dark crevices of the Nexus or deep into Neutral Territory. But this one, this massive snake, chose to swim up and abandon the battle below it.

Its slithering form was large enough to be seen by all in the underwater ruins, its scales somewhat glinting in the lowlight of the water. It would be breaching the surface soon, eager to seek out the purpose it was tasked and given. And as it did so, entering the open world of the Nexus anew, every Faction Leader was watching very closely. What was the meaning of this.

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@floodtalon

We need to discuss your character. There are things that make me go, "Hmm."

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@floodtalon

A different text color would make it easier to read.

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@thewizardguy

Khaine might be taken out of battle, but you're not out of the RP.

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@thewizardguy

Why would you be kicked out.

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And so a battle of great devastation had begun upon the Nexus’ land. Two Vassals had clashed, rocking the earth of which they stood. Still, Archorus had some sense not to devastate the world, lest she earn herself a lecture from Iona and, worse yet, Harley. After all, this was only just a test run and as expected, Titanica was performing beautifully, if a bit predictable.

A loud sigh echoed around the mountain as Titanica grabbed the machine’s throat, holding it in place. “Not bad. But this is just the tip of what prior data shows you can do,” the voice of Archorus boomed from the mecha. The blast to its chest would be nullified by a solid layer of hardened ice forming around it. As atomic power made contact, the ice shield shattered, doing its job with defending the weapon for now.

“Is it just coincidence you brought this inferior lifeform with you? Or do you require assistance in defeating me?” the robot said. At once a chill would overtake Titanica’s hand, ice quickly forming over her grip on the mecha. Rooting her in place, the machine raised its own arm to deliver a rocket-powered punch into the other Vassal’s gut. But whatever power it had in its blow was weakened because Archorus soon noticed said inferior creature buzzing about her machine.

“You reek of the Machina,” the mecha boomed, opening panels along its sides to fire off missiles aimed at Henry. Some were meant to take care of the fiery hell he rained down while others sought to seek the demon out personally. All exploded into constructs of icy shard with each impact, Archorus keeping focus on both her enemies now. “If you survive this demon, then perhaps I will modify you as my own herald. A being like that is better serving me than your false queen. That obsolete model, Eos.”

But there were battles on both sides, happening at all paces within the contained Nexus. Much like how a battle between Vassals was bound to be revolutionary, so too were other events occurring that would ultimately change the Nexus. Such was the case down in the inky depths below, a battle being waged between the three Factions of the Nexus.

In the wake of the massive monster of the sea, all sorts of horrors had emerged to wreak havoc and mayhem in the submerged city. But something else had awoken in these shadowy waters. Something intrusive and coiling; something wrong. And as the natives of the ocean were busy with their hunger, something more had slithered its way into the fray.

In the skirmish of Saef, Bonesword, and Khaine’s fight, something large loomed over their forms in the water. It greatly outsized the rocks they stood upon, let alone the city beneath them. If either of them dared to look up, they would see a great, feral eye staring back at them. No malice or hatred, only a great stare that belonged to an equally fearsome creature. Just what was this new monster?

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A dragon was expected to fight to the death and use all its abilities to the fullest. The lingering armor expected no less as a stream of burning, seething plasma was fired from Diana’s downed form. Walking closer, it raised an armored gauntlet up. Diana’s flames crashed against the surface of the metal, bursting in all directions except where the intended target was.

The crunch of snow indicated the armor was unfazed by this barrage, closing distance between itself and Diana. All the while, the stream was held at bay by its hand, melting the snow beneath in whichever direction it was splayed off to. But there were two combatants in this fray and the armor turned its helmeted head to the wave of maggots heading right for it.

So Suparna intended to fight back. Unfortunate, but it would not stop the Lingering Will. With movement from its hand, it slowly shifted the direction of Diana’s flames back to Suparna. If the maggot wanted to continue her foolish plight, she would be rushing right into the wave of Diana’s plasma. As Lingering Will held the stream in Suparana’s direction, its other hand revealed itself.

The weapon it had conjured up was now revealed with full splendor. Hefting the massive blade like it was a mere toy, it launched in a downwards strike at Diana. Both girls were not going to be defeating it so easily, of this much was for certain. But what was it? And where did it even come from? Did it matter?

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“That is you, isn’t it? Always hot-headed and charging into the throes of action…it’s this intuition that makes you so weak.” The voice echoed all around the transported Vassal and her demonic companion, the mechanical raptors halting in their ascent. They were left to cling to the mountain sides, jutting their heads upwards in an attempt to watch the coming spectacle.

To Titanica’s chagrin, the immediate threat was not present; why would they be? Yet there was a voice coming much closer than the raptors and all either she or Henry needed to do was look to the skies. Something was slowly descending atop the flat mountain’s peak; something huge that seemed to rival Titanica’s own size, if not eclipse it entirely.

“That’s the problem with you….things. Flesh and blood can only work so much until finally, finally you slip up. You make a mistake, and your intuitions are rendered obsolete,” the voice boomed, its carrier finally landing in front of Henry and Titanica. To the demon prince, it was an unfamiliar machine that somewhat resembled Titanica’s own frame. But the Vassal should have known her opponent, the robot empress’ amplified voice as chilling as the cold that crept over both their shoulders.

Icy winds and buffeting skies gave way to the great machine that landed with a thud upon already frozen ground. “Yes, it’s been a long time my fellow Vassal,” the voice of Archorus, Vassal of Ice, spoke from within the massive machine. “To think you wouldn’t recognize your own spawn kind…more foolishness of the flesh and blood. Mayhaps you enjoy what I have done to them.”

The mechanical saurian swept an arm towards the raptors down below in indication. “I did do well in making their adjustments. To think they would believe I was their goddess….it is a tremendous glory…and my machines tell me you bring a soldier of that malfunctioned trash as well,” the mecha continued, sensors scanning Henry.

“An informant spoke of your appearance here. I intend to run some tests on this model using your combat abilities. Crushing the servant of that false queen will also be due reward….” Eyes gleaming, the machine opened fire at the both of them, chest opening up with a blast of icy bolts. If they were to fall to this, then all the failure to them. But at least Archorus would have her precious battle data.

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@thewizardguy

Come to the Discord, as there are things to be discussed concerning your post.