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World of Light

Word Count: 495 (+2 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 94/80
Location: Edge of the Blue

With how wild and unpredictable the Orphan's attack patterns were, it was hard enough to keep his guard up let alone get any attacks in on it. Whenever he could, the Ace Cadet would strike as often possible - and still the Orphan shrugged off the weighty blows. In the thick of the continuous onslaught it was only a matter of time before the Cadet's stamina wore down, but his guard was broken long before that by a clever swipe of the child's weapon. Quick decision making on the hunter's part lead to an exchange of blows, and ended with the Cadet getting sent flying by a vicious uppercut. He expected a crash, not a catch, and though it could have been worse it still really, really hurt.

"Ugh, ow. Thanks," he coughed, extracting himself from Bowser's claws. It wasn't a pleasant experience for either of them, what with the king's hard shell and scales meeting the Cadet's rough armor, but they were both still in one piece at the very least. Now they just had to keep the others that way.

While they'd recovered, more Seekers took their place to challenge the Orphan head on. It screamed and thrashed against them, but between the ladies they managed to bring it halfway down. This was their chance then! The Cadet was already starting an approach again when the Orphan twisted and proved it being down was not being out by any means.

It had sent so many of them flying already, himself included, that when it deviated from it's favored pattern and put Nadia into the dirt instead the Cadet's mouth practically dried up in surprise, and fear. Bowser was well ahead of him, wrenching the Orphan away from the Feral and actually throwing it. At that point the Cadet wasted no more time and moved up to check on her, though when he spotted Kamek's clones he looked between them and Nadia, ultimately changing course so that they could take care of her.

Now, with the abomination emerging from Bowser's blast and about to go on a rampage again only to be stopped by Link's rune, the Cadet closed in again.

He'd go back to playing support soon, as the team desperately needed it, but right now it was time to capitalize on the opening while they could. Okay, round two! he thought, joining Sakura up close while Geralt circled cautiously, ready to dive in. He charged lance first, and as soon as the teeth of his weapon bit into the withered skin the Cadet pulled it up, back, and thrust it forward again in the familiar poke poke poke loop. With the street fighter at the Orphan's back, the monster hunter got up front to stab with the lance while it was momentarily thrown off by the stasis. He knew he wouldn't be able to rely on his shield's defense forever with the Orphan adapting to it, but for the moment it would do.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Gang's back together

World of Light

Hmm how many words were in my last post?

@Dark Cloud

494.

Cacophony Concord

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_{HP: 1920/1920 - MP: 1920/1920 - SP: 1920/1920}
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CHARACTER

Avatar Appearance
Username: Ames
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 176cm | Weight: 69kg

Classes:
Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
Animist lvl 50 (+10% HP | +10% MP | +10% SP)
Ascetic lvl 28 (10% MP | 10% DEX)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 4}

Attributes:HP – 55 (810)
MP – 60 (660)
SP – 60 (690)
STR – 65 (98)
AGI – 52 (74)
END – 50 (65)
DEX – 65 (80)
LUC – 70 (78)

Abilities:
▶ Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}
▶ Combat Stance _{Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown.}
▶ Double Strike _{Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
▶ Sundering Blow _{Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
▶ Reinvigorate _{Active. 100 MP. Regain 100 SP. Can be used in tandem with Power Attack.}
▶ Fluid Power _{Passive. Power Attack can combo into any offensive skill.}
▶ Harmonic Cycles _{Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round.}
▶ Art of the Split Soul _{Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects.}

INVENTORY (OUTDATED)

Funds: 15883 Rishi

Item Pouch (Common):

• Ankle Bells (dented)
• Common Health Potion x4
• Common Antidote x2

Equipment

• Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX
  • Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy.
• Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C
  • No extra effect.
• Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI
  • Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%.
• Armor: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END
  • Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15.
• Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END
  • Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames.
• Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI
  • 10% resistance to Restraint effects.
• Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX
  • 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain.
• Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX
  • x% chance of increasing ally’s damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack.
• Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory:

Current User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: Pixelated
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Stylish
Spell Incantations: Stylish

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Damn this yam guy was grating. Ames rolled her eyes at him and ended up stepping out of the booth to let the others in the party discuss everything with him. She wasn't that invested anyway, but she'd have her say once the rest of them sorted stuff out. She stood around next to Magpie watched the skeletons dance until the matter was finished and wooden boards with quests on them were in hand. Out of the options, Ames cast her vote for disrupting the supply line - which ended up the majority. Now with everything settled, they headed out of the city.

First thing was establishing the Sweet Maid. Not too close, but not too far. As the party moved Ames raised her hand to summon Britomart, and once the little knight was corporeal the red head tasked her charge with setting up their base camp. It was a little while before they spotted an area that was to Ames' liking, but once Britomart planted her flag in the ground the inn popped up behind it.

"Perfect." Ames popped inside to flip the window sign to Open for Business! then went to regroup with the others. "Alright, she's in your hands Bri. Let me know if something happens alright?"

Now in her maid's clothes, Britomart bowed deeply and waved the crew off. "Of course, sir."

The party went on. Into the designated area they enacted a slapdash plan. Ames herself elected to go with Leif, because motorcycles were cool. Also because her skillset was not very equipped to ambush or tracking. On the back of the ride he patted Leif's shoulder. "I'll be fine!" she assured.

If she hadn't already seen someone morph their face into a snout, Ames would have been more weirded out by it now. Actually, should she put Leif and that other guy in contact? She'd gotten his information at the time. Ames was thinking about this while Leif locked in the scents. Once the engine revved she came around, bracing her hands on the back of the seat.

She'd ridden on a motorcycle before, in real life, so she could probably handle it.

This nuclei was much faster than anything she'd experience before, and after nearly flying off at the kick of the bike accelerating Ames swapped to wrapping her arms in a vice grip around Leif's midsection. Normally she would have tried to hold back the wail of panic, but it was impossible to hear over the engine anyway. After a few seconds she calmed enough to cut her scream short, but she didn't let up her hold.

Just had to focus on the plan, and not on what would happen if they suddenly crashed at such a high speed.

World of Light

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Level: 6 - Total EXP: 63/60 ------ Level: 1 - Total EXP: 15/10
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Word Count: 2612 (+3 exp)
Location: Sandswept Sky - (Inner) Split Mountain
_{(ft. @Dark Cloud as Laharl)}

The climb was miserable, the fabric only giving the barest of protection for Therion's hands. At least his skin wouldn't be freezing to the metal. Therion was silent and stony faced all the way up the length of the chain, save for the moment he noticed Midna following them up to the ship where he sighed before continuing on. A babysitter for the babysitter seemed redundant, but whatever. They made it up to the frozen ship's level with no issue, which was a pleasant surprise. Like Therion had said back on the ground, he didn't think Raz had it in him to climb so high up. The kid looked scrawny and top heavy. But he made it, and the thief had to admit he was impressed. He just didn't admit it out loud. And when Raz slipped and dangled from the icy wood he almost took his thought back, but thankfully the psychic was able to pull himself back up.

Being impressed by his physical ability did not mean that Therion trusted whatever spell the kid was casting after he'd jumped over to the mast though. Therion took one look at it and raised an eyebrow. "I'm good," he said, declining the help and swinging his way over to the mast on his own. He felt the ship lurch slightly as he landed on the mast, and for several seconds he waited for any other signs that the vessel might fall. When it didn't he inspected the chain where it was iced over and stuck.

How simple it would be just to melt the ice. Therion snapped his fingers a couple of times in front of the frozen mass, but nothing happened. Not even a spark, again. Therion rumpled his nose in frustration, the expression clearly showing on his face when he cut a glance to Midna as the Twilight Princess joined them. "Besides freezing half to death, just fine."

They got to work on the chain after that. They being Raz and Midna. The former mentioned exploring the ship's inside while they worked on the ice, but Therion didn't really need an invitation. Plus because Midna had decided to come along too, there was an extra chaperone. With a little halfhearted wave Therion left them to it, dropping down and slipping into the ship's interior.

The cabin had all kinds of junk, ancient and iced over. Nothing too interesting yet. Therion noted that Midna's dog... thing had found it's way in as well and was sniffing at some bones. There did seem to be a lot of bones. Some skulls too, that looked like they were glaring. "Nice," the thief said to himself sarcastically. He'd long ago stopped feeling any remorse from stealing from the dead, so their glares, whether imagined or not, didn't do much to dissuade him from looking around the ship. Although when he noticed that some of the skulls had eyes of gold and gem stones, he took a much closer look at them. He repeated the word without the facetiousness as he pried a few jewels from the bones. "Nice."

A deep chill swept through the cabin, the kind that raised the hairs on the back of Therion's neck and made it hard to attribute to just the inner mountain's temperature. He turned around just in time to side step a moving skeleton as it dove out a hole in the wall and down in the cavern. What the hell? So it didn't like opportunistic visitors, but was it really trying to fling itself off and take Therion with it? The rattling of more bones drew Therion's attention away from the hole and towards a few more complete skeletons forming. They took a few staggering steps towards him, then crouched slightly in preparation to pounce. Come on, give me a break.

He dodged the first assailant, putting him in the path of the second. It reached out with it's cold fingers, but in a flash Therion's sword was out and severing the skeleton's arm at it's elbow joint. That didn't stop the skeleton's advance, it pressed itself close to Therion and wrapped it's hand into his shawl. It was stronger than it looked, dragging the thief a couple steps toward the opening in the wall - but with only one arm it's grasp was easy to break out of, and Therion back stepped away quickly. He vaulted over a desk that would have already rotted away if it weren't frozen solid, putting a barrier between himself and the jump-happy bones. They could throw themselves off the ship as much as they liked, but they weren't taking Therion with them. Especially so after Raz appeared in the cabin, immediately drawing the skeletons' attention and raising a few more.

Therion's eye twitched. Are you kidding me? Raz rushed out, the skeletons rushed out after him, and Therion rushed out after them. His sword cracked at the legs of the straggler bones, sending them tumbling into the cavern. He'd just cleared the exit when he saw Raz jump back onto the mast, and the rest of the skeletons whiff and dive into oblivion. Therion sighed and dropped his head against the wood of the ship - which he immediately regretted because it was so cold it practically burned the skin of his forehead. He sheathed the sword, pushing the scabbard under his shawl again and went to regroup with the other two.

"Finished?" He thought that it must be considering the kid had come into the cabin, but that actually didn't seem to be the case. It was close though, somehow Midna got a fire going with some kind of accelerant given the stench, and as soon as the chain was unstuck it flew away from them while pulling the pincers up. Therion's eyes widened, seeing the collision that was about to happen, but it was coming up too fast to do anything about. The pincer smashed into the mast, destroying it and sending them into a free fall.

There was a rush of air exiting Therion's lungs, because falling from this height was terrifying no matter what, but he forced his brain to work. They had gotten all of those gliders for just such a fall, and he had one. Hopefully it worked. Hopefully it could hold the weight of two people if needed, at least enough to slow them so Therion to throw his grappling hook. He felt someone grab onto his scarf and he looked over his shoulder at Raz. Good, now he just had to maneuver the kid so he was holding onto his front or side so he could deploy to glider. He felt Raz resist the attempts to shift, and then say he got this, which set off all kinds of warning bells in Therion's mind.

"What? No, let go!" Therion twisted, aggressively trying to reverse their positions as he couldn't even try the glider while Raz was clinging to his back. The ground was coming up fast, and panic gripped Therion's heart. He probably wasn't going to walk away from the fall this time. They were both about to die. Self preservation was telling Therion to just shove Raz off of him to try and save himself, then at least there would only be one casualty and not two, but the attempt was aborted about halfway through when their fall was suddenly halted - without them being splattered on the cavern's floor. The whiplash stunned Therion for a few seconds, but once he recovered he detached himself from Raz and landed. Immediately he rounded on the boy.

"What the hell! We both could have died if your little -" he waved a hand at the odd bubble floating next to Raz "- spell didn't work. Not to mention you could have broken my damn neck." Therion readjusted his clothes, and while he was at it he pulled the glider out and waved it around. Kind of a dick move but his nerves were frazzled, he didn't even care that the thick metal manacle and chain link on his wrist was clanging. He tucked everything back away, beginning to calm down. His eyes flicked over Raz to make sure he was alright. He seemed fine, so Therion didn't feel bad about chewing him out. There wouldn't be a "thank you" this time. "Be. Careful."

Midna arrived shortly after, floating down beside them to ask if they were okay and to rub in the fall, apparently.

"Do not even start," he growled, jabbing a finger towards the imp. Thankfully any further conversation was cut off because of the fire from two fronts. One where the ship was beginning to catch, and the other where flares of flame were helping to light a scuffle. Therion scrubbed a hand down his face. "What have I gotten myself into..." he grumbled to himself. Damn dancer, dragging him into this. He beat a hasty retreat from the area along with the other two before remnants of the burning ship fell on top of them.

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Seeing the Phantom Thieves in action so many times already, Primrose was glad to have them backing her up. Or the reverse really, as the dancer planned to back them up, but regardless the teenagers were a formidable force. She smiled at Panther and nodded. Together they awaited any danger that might present itself. For a little while it was all quiet. Then, there was a great crashing noise - and following it, disturbed by the sound, came the monsters. The large golem with crystal-like spikes of ice and a skeletal face was obvious, but there was something else skulking around the cavern. Something fast, and there were multiples of this something according to Necronomicon.

They dashed around, clinging to surfaces, leaping, and sticking to the shadows. Before anyone could try anything, suddenly the cavern was enveloped in darkness, the light of the flare dying out. The light of the fire in Primrose's hand didn't illuminate farther than a foot or two in front of her, but she could hear scuffling and the general sounds of battle. With Joker's call for fire, Primrose turned the small flame into the much larger Fire Orb, raising it over her head for whatever light it could bring for a few seconds before she hurled it, letting the bal of fire explode and spread whatever wasn't too frozen to burn. She caught sight of the creatures, brief glimpses of them jumping from wall to wall. They were much too fast to get a good read on, but Primrose tried anyway, tracking them to the best of her ability with her eyes until a beam of light shone out from Poppi. She glanced over at the Blade and noted that... she was missing an arm?

Fast, and strong enough to cleave not only through bone but whatever metal Poppi was made of? That was not good. Spurred into action by the threat, Primrose started to dance. First, Sealticge's Seduction. If the creatures were this speedy it wouldn't do to dance for one party member at a time, no matter how fast she did it. With that finished, on to the next. Power, speed? Or maybe in this case defense would be best to bestow upon the others? Primrose made her choice and was in the middle of her first turn when she heard Panther cry out. She looked, eyes wide as she caught sight of a vicious face lunging at her. Knowing it was too late to even get out of the way at this point her face paled. She just hoped she survived.

A second later the monster slammed into her, a blunt force instead of the claws she expected thanks to Panther. She crumpled, hitting the ground hard on her side. She shoved at the wendigo, trying to get out from underneath of it. The monster let her, recovering enough to raise it's claws and attack, but it was warded off by the Phantom Thief's gunfire.

"Panther," Primrose gasped once the creature was away from her. "I'm alright!"

The sound of her name drew her attention again and she braced herself, hoping there wasn't another wendigo on it's way, but instead she found Laharl jumping down to defend her.

Primrose blinked up at the little demon, surprised to see such blatant emotion in his eyes. Though her abdomen - exposed as it was - was hurting badly she offered Laharl a smile. "Thank you, I'm... I'll be okay," she repeated, pushing herself up onto her knees with a pained sigh. Gingerly she placed her hand on the boy's shoulder and nodded towards where the wendigo had run. "Someone needs finish that thing off. You can do it, I can support you with a spell," she said.

Laharl opened his mouth to protest that she in fact was not 'okay' as much as he was convinced otherwise, or that almost anyone else could finish the last of the gaunt beasts off.

However he begrudgingly agreed "Fiiiine!" he groaned gently brushing the dancers hand off his shoulder and turned slightly hesitating for a moment to glare at Primrose one last time before rushing into the darkness, searching for any sign of the creature when suddenly he spotted movement in the corner of his eye. Now he was the one attacking from the cover of darkness, summoning both his draugr and scourge to join him in gleefully murdering the beast.

As Laharl moved, Primrose's hand became engulfed in dark flames. She slammed her palm into the ground, casting the Black Serpent spell. The black fire rushed along the ground ahead of the demon, headed straight for the wendigo. The monster would surely see it coming - or maybe not due to it's dark color - but at least it would give Yoshitsune and his demonic ally a little room if the wendigo backed off.

Laharl swung his axe furiously over his head, while the draugr hacked at the creatures limbs with it's own axe and the scourge slashed the wendigo across the back with it's steel sword.

Not content with just that spell, Primrose stood up in order to continue her dance. The Lion Dance, granting those in the area an increase to attack power thanks to her earlier set up.

At this point Therion arrived at the scene alongside Midna and Raz. Thanks to the burning ship and the debris the others had already set fire to, he could see a good chunk of the group was missing and the rest were in dire straits. His eyes immediately locked onto Primrose, doing her best to hide the pained expression on her face as she danced. Hurt, but standing - and if she was standing then she was okay. For now, anyway. He shared a brief look with the two he'd gone up to the ship with, and then it was into the fray. After the scare earlier he was really keen on not seeing anybody die today.

The thief set his sights on the golem. Moving swiftly over to it's back he grabbed hold of one of it's spines, pulling himself up just enough to get a decent position in which to dump the Armor Corrosive over the thing. He uncorked one of the vials, letting it splash over Kelvin and weaken it's defense before he hopped right back off. It certainly looked tough, so it wouldn't hurt to soften it up a bit - especially since he'd felt the familiar power up of Primrose's dance right after, granting the attack buff.

"Let's see what you've got," he said, drawing the short sword and twirling it in his hand. If this thing had a weakness hopefully he'd find it soon enough. Though Therion put emphasis on his speed, he was stronger than he looked - even so, it was sword versus ice and stone, or whatever this thing was really made of. The power up combined with the debuff helped, but alone he wouldn't be able to take it down. Even so he continued to cut into it.

Meanwhile, with Primrose's dance ended she made a move to Joker and Panther's side, intending to offer help where she could. While she did, she summoned a little more help.

"Makami." The wolf spirit poofed into existence, circling it's mistress until she pointed at the golem and commanded it. "Go, Tarunda!" Like before, it's abilities came to her mind as she summoned it, and the Makami gave a short bark of understanding. It's paper-like body snaked through the air towards Kelvin to use the attack debuffing skill on it.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Monster Hunter Rise? If so I'm hesitant to purchase the upcoming DLC, I know whinging about "I don't wanna pay $ for extra mechanics & monsters" is a little silly but I don't want to have to pay for mechanics that should already be in the damn game.

@Dark Cloud

DLC for G-Rank is a good thing though, because the MH team has never thought that G-Rank should be in the base game. Starting all the way back in 2005 they have been releasing the G-Rank expansions as completely separate games, full retail price, which continued until Iceborne. If they continued the trend then Sunbreak would be a separate game for full price. I guess some might prefer it that way, since skipping the base game and just buying the G-Rank version saves more money than base+DLC, but the release model they had before was always something I saw the community complain about so they "fixed" it.

World of Light

Word Count: 781 (+4 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 92/80
Location: Edge of the Blue

The Ace Cadet had three arrows held against the bowstring, intending to go right into a Triple Volley while he had the opportunity. He took a steadying breath as the frontliners approached the Orphan and as the guardian slowly turned to face them, casting it's eyes on Link. It was tall, gaunt, and it's front looked pretty much as one might expect after staring at it's back. As it moved the sickly moonlight caught on the sharp end of... whatever it had in it's hand, making it particularly dangerous looking as well. The Cadet took a steadying breath and pulled back on the drawstring, about to loose the arrows.

The volume and viciousness of the Orphan's scream surprised the monster hunter. He could only imagine how it must have felt to get a front row seat to it. The shock affected his aim, sending his shot a little off course and only one of the three arrows making contact. No time to mourn the waste however, 'cause the thing was already on the move - and quickly, too. It took a lot of concentration and effort to try and hit this thing as it bounced around swinging it's weapon. He especially had to take care not to hit his allies, when dealing with the relatively small target. Still he stuck with it though. Nock, aim, shoot.

An issue became immediately apparent to the Cadet, and he grit his teeth as he pulled another arrow back. The Orphan was shrugging off each of his hits, whenever he could actually land a shot, and they weren't even slowing it down! Instead Galeem's guardian simply ignored the arrows sticking out of it, as it's wild movement shook them out or broke them off. And these arrows were meant for monsters, each several feet long. It just went to show that the Orphan was just as much a monster as any they'd faced so far. Maybe even more so.

"Okay, new plan," the hunter said to himself, quickly weighing his options. He could stay in the back line doing what little fire support he could and try some arrow coatings on this thing, or he could swap to one of his swords and get in there. Having Blazermate's little target painted on the Orphan was nice and all, but if he couldn't hit it then it might as well not even be there. So which option would give him the best chance to actually deal some damage?

He watched his friends get tossed about, his heart leaping into his throat whenever one took a particularly nasty hit. Then he watched them get exploded with whatever the Orphan had just ripped off of it's weapon.

Alright screw it, I'm going in.

It worked out, sort of, as Bowser had left a gap in the front line that the Cadet could slot himself into. He tucked the bow away fast, fingers brushing against a piece of equipment he'd all but forgotten about after the time attack tussle.

It was big, it was goofy as all hell, but it was perfect.

The Cadet ran down the beach until he was in range of the Orphan of Kos, intending to utilize his Punishing Draw and rip the Sharq Attaq's teeth into the monster. Instead he forced to draw into a guard as the Orphan spotted the approach and lashed out wildly. It slammed it's weapon down once, twice, thrice before it set it's sights on the other melee fighters once more. Despite it's appearance, the shield was deceptively sturdy. It was made to withstand the claws and teeth of giant monsters after all. Even so there were deep gashes in it. But it held, and the fact that it did emboldened the Cadet. As soon as the Orphan turned it's blade away from him, the Cadet thrust the mouth of his own weapon up and out, catching the Orphan in the shoulder before sliding off and into it's fleshless jaw for all the good that did. He wondered if he could lock it down while playing defense, if even for a moment to give the others some breathing room. Guess we'll find out!

He made one backhop, putting precious little distance between himself and the Orphan. He thrust the lance out to nick it again. Then he opened his mouth. "Alright ugly, you've got some moves, but we're still going to kick your Lunasstr—"

Honestly he couldn't tell if the Orphan could even understand what he was saying, but the heavy, hardened placenta came down on him all the same. He could forget about trying to counter it, he barely had time to block before the Orphan rounded on him.

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