Stratos had successfully dealt with the death rays through the power of religion. Man, who'd have thought. Having to dodge one less thing was always nice, though. Hm...If light trumped fire...then maybe so did darkness that wasn't actually darkness but was a totally different element which was poison but was still labeled as darkness on the wiki even though its actually poison which is a different element but its darkness they're apparently the same element and not different. Poison edge. Its a darkness command. Coating his keyblade in a thick purple liquid, Beuce held his weapon backhand. He couldn't get in close himself, but his keyblade could. He hurled it like a javelin into the bloticle. As soon as it touched the flames which coated it, the poison in it ignited into a rather flashy and potent explosion. After having successfully turned his keyblade into a makeshift grenade, he had the brilliant idea of summoning it back into his hand then immediately dropping it. Somehow, he it didn't occur to him that a metal object just in the center of a large explosion may be hot. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 81% Left Living: Blotlings: 800/1000 Bloticle: 8/10 Injured: Bloticle 3, Conflagration of the Stake - Joan: 709/1000
Huh. Well that was different. This one seemed by far the most threatening bloticle they'd faced yet. "Whoa you almost got hit by a laser. Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it?" He called out to the black haired boy. Leaping out of the way of a laser himself, he looked toward the ground. It had been completely immolated. Wow. Those things were pretty deadly. Getting hit by one would certainly prove to be no bueno. So, he made a point to evade all the ones he could. The heat certainly made it difficult to combat this bloticle. They could keep using Blizzard and Water magic, but they could only go so far with that strategy. They needed a way to permanently put out the fire so they could go into melee range and perform physical combos. For now, though, magic was really all they could do, so they just had to keep up the offensive. Ice crystals began to form at the tip of Beuce's keyblade as he fired a blizzara spell in the direction of their foe. The ice crystal began to melt nearly the instant it approached the bloticle, but it still hit its mark and dealt a bit of damage. Sweat was pouring down Beuce's face from the heat. Though he was used to temperature shifts. Hell, in one are of asmodae, there was a tropical forest right next to a desert right next to an arctic mountain range right next to an active volcano. Man was that world's topography fucked up and nonsensical. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 81% Left Living: Blotlings: 800/1000 Bloticle: 8/10 Injured: Bloticle 3, Conflagration of the Stake - Joan: 761/1000
Sensing that his powerline was about to run out, Beuce set a full collision course for the bloticle. Once he was headed directly towards it, Beuce leaped from the line and sent it crashing into the beast. A current of electricity ran along its body as it cried out in pain. Without getting close to it, there was a limit as to what they were actually able to do against it. No sooner than he'd thought that, a window of opportunity presented itself to the man. The purple light coalesced around him, forming a black and red aura. Full deck. With this, not even the flames that coated the bloticle would be more than a slight warm sensation. Charging in with a battle cry, Beuce immediately slashed through the bloticle with Zantetsuken. As he'd suspected, the flames posed no threat to him. So, he turned around and unleashed a string of combos for as long as he could, before he sensed that the effect was about to wear away. So, With a final Vorpal Blitz to Joan, he retreated just in time to avoid some fairly major burns. Now that his MP had been adequately recharged, he decided it would be a good idea to blow it all by launching a long ranged assault with the Faith spell. And so, at his command, four blinding pillars of light shot down from the sky at the apparently female bloticle. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 84% Left Living: Blotlings: 800/1000 Bloticle: 8/10 Injured: Bloticle 3, Conflagration of the Stake - Joan: 911/1000
Holy crap. Didn't see that one coming. This was the FIRE bloticle! Man, this was a completely unforeseeable turn of events. In any case, the heat radiating from the bloticle was making it too hot to approach with melee attacks at the moment, without some kind of protection. So, for the moment it was out of the question unless they could get rid of the heat, if only temporarily. Beuce kept on the move to avoid the balls of fire spawning all around him. They'd stall for a moment, and then detonate, so remaining in motion would theoretically be enough to nullify damage from them. Leaping into the air, Beuce pressed his feet against a small orb of light that had manifested, and began the powerline command to remain in a constant state of "gotta go fast". With his keyblade in hand, he launched a jet of water from the tip of his weapon. Sweat had already started to run down his face from the heat. "This one might actually prove to be a bit of trouble...." He noted. Though, without the ability to do much at the moment, he simply continued to fire off cold and wet spells at the tentacle. Spoiler: count Wasteland 84% Left Living: Blotlings: 800/1000 Bloticle: 8/10 Injured: Bloticle 3, Conflagration of the Stake - Joan: 963/1000
While Stratos was lucking out all over the place with basically his enemies killing themselves at him, Beuce faced down a separate cluster of blotlings. These seemed to be a bit more competent. And by that i mean he didn't literally stand there while they just kind of died without him doing anything. They seemed to be of what was considered the most powerful two elements, Light and Darkness. As well as the two most godmoddy elements, Time and Space. The light ones were a bright gold, with an angelic theme. The dark ones about what you'd expect. They looked pretty similar to shadow heartless, only more inky. The space ones were like the universe in a blotling, and the time ones had a gear-like theme to it. Man this was like fighting a much less threatening version of spectrum. Luckily Beuce had a basic understanding of elemental weaknesses. And so, he raised his keyblade into the air and called down a series of enormous light pillars to decimate the things before him. Now, they attempted to stop him, but all but the two light blotlings were completely decimated by the attack. Turns out, faith was basically all he needed for most of them as it was just kind of absurdly overpowered magic. Now, the light blotlings had survived, and appeared to be a bit more powerful than before from the spell, but they didn't get much of a chance to use that power. In addition to magic, he was the only mage to also be physically adept. Or was he the only warrior to be magically adept...Breaking this train of thought, they were immediately dispatched by a Zantetsuken. They were nearly at the next bloticle. All that was left was for stratos to exist at a few more. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 84% Left Living: Blotlings: 804/1000 Bloticle: 8/10
The blotlings around him had been defeated. Though, the next ones guarding his path seemed more demonic in appearance, coated in fire. Fire? What the hell were those doing here? Their bloticle was miles away. Man, they must've been lost. They were probably scared to death...Poor things...Welp time to kill 'em! Beuce fired a large amount of water from his keyblade due to the effects of Aqua splash, but it wasn't used as it ordinarily would. Instead, it coated Beuce, creating a stream in front of him as he ran at them. "Scontro Di Rondine!" He called out, for some reason speaking in Italian. As he reached them, Beuce delivered a massive slash which immediately decimated all of them. "Man. That was cool. I just invented a new skill command. Welp time to never use that again." The white haired man continued on his genocidal path of carnage. The bloticles were tough cookies, and i'm not just talking chocolate chip either. But these blotlings? They were easy pickings. They were about the difficulty of a common soldier heartless, which is to say, not very difficult at all. One could say they didn't stand a ghost of a chance. Speaking of which, Beuce, as soon as he thought this, was attacked simultaneously by a lightning and a darkness blotling. Huh. Well that was weird. Good thing we just got over how easily they were killed. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 86% Left Living: Blotlings: 838/1000 Bloticle: 8/10 Injured: Blotling: 1/3
Now that he'd stood from his rock and dusted himself off, Beuce gave a heavy sigh. This was going to be a long fight...At least the others had already started plowing through the path to their next bloticle. He could see it from there. It was coated in a roaring inferno, emitting heat in all directions. The next element of bloticle they were fighting was clearly time. Man, that'd be a rough one to go through. However, they had the power of ice, as time could not stop what was already frozen! Newly invigorated by the knowledge that they had the element to counter their upcoming bloticle, Beuce charged into a cluster of Blotlings. One moved at him in something of a blink, likely of the time attribute, but he dealt with it fairly quickly because if there's one thing Beuce does, it's damage. A few more regular blotlings follow up, but they were quickly defeated with an Aqua splash. They were nearly halfway to the next boss. Funnily enough, there seemed to be exactly one hundred standing in their way. Odd. Spoiler: Count Living: Blotlings: 855/1000 Bloticle: 8/10 Injured: Blotling: 2/3
Beuce sighed from his rock. So it was. So it was...It seemed the storm no longer required their gravitational field as it kind of just disappeared. Man, it had been a while since it wasn't raining. The bloticle directed its attention toward Beuce, in one final last ditch effort. It charged up as much lightning as it could into the tip of its body. Given the lightning was more or less its life force, it would die with this attack either way. Rather than a bolt, it was more like a concentrated beam of raw energy. With this, the true strength of Larry was put forth into the attack. As soon as the beam fired, Larry collapsed, fading away into a massive and lifeless puddle of ink. Time seemed to slow down as the beam headed toward him. It was coming at him too fast for him to simply dodge out of the way, when something miraculous happened that caused a great revelation to dawn on him. With the large tentacle of ink no longer being there to impose itself as the main threat, a blotling jumped at Beuce. A single blotling. As it leaped towards Beuce to...blot at him or whatever it is blotlings do, it happened upon a very convenient path. The beam struck into the blotling and knocked it out of the air, to which the blotling responded by getting up and dusting itself off. "Hey Stratos. You know, rain amplifies lightning damage by like...tons right? I was able to just kind of tank most of that lightning for no real reason. So now that it's not raining...That last hit just failed to kill a blotling. If you think about it, Larry was actually completely piss weak among these things. Probably got made fun of a lot for it too." Spoiler: Count Wasteland 87% Left Living -Blotlings: 889/1000 The survivor (1/3) -Bloticle: 8/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: gg ez get rekt kid/1000
"Man, Being a black mage sucks for this kind of fight. Like, it's actually pretty useful and all, but it's really boring to limit your actions like this. **** being asmodian for a while i gotta get me some variation in skill commands." The man said aloud. And so, a grey light enveloped him as he reverted back into his base form. Torn off right sleeve and flowing mantle and all. Alright so now that he was back in his physical-capable form, He decided to start off with a good old fashion Zantetsuken magnify combo. Now that a massive gash had been made in the Bloticle, it seemed like it was more or less running on empty. Just another good hit from each of them, and the fight was over. Then they could move onwards to the next bloticle yay! Briefly contemplating suicide, Beuce sat down on a rock to question his life decisions. Meanwhile, The cheshire cat had been going to work with those axes. Funnily enough, they'd all but stopped hitting the two wielders. Huh. Maybe that's where everyone else went...Did they get killed by giant axes of purple light? Now that the fight was remotely winnable, it didn't really matter as much, but still. That'd kind of suck. It'd also be a personal problem **** them! Spoiler: Count Wasteland 87% Left Living -Blotlings: 889/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 50/1000
So Beuce was just like flyin' through the air like he just don't care and throwing ice and fire and probably some vulgar language around. The bloticle was very offended at his language. And so, Beuce used all his BP in destroying its emotional state. To add insult to other insults, Beuce began laughing as a rather large golden crest assembled itself above his head, before disappearing a few moments later. The bloticle was now fighting from a wall due to being tilted by him. While i'm not entirely sure what wall it would be on, it was there. The whole time. You just didn't notice it. Wow. Unobservant much? So Beuce, now that he had destroyed their opponent's morale, fluttered down onto the ground next to Stratos. "Hah. What a scrublord. A sucky scrublord. Lets point at him and laugh." And so he did! However, since he stopped to BM the bloticle, he was immediately struck by lightning and under most circumstances would have died, but Stratos' expert dodging skills allowed him to evade death itself at the hands of the lightning, similar to Eon tanking being dead. Not something that would have killed him. Being dead. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 87% Left Living -Blotlings: 889/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 102/1000
After seeing Stratos leap around in action, dodging lightning like it was nobody's business, Beuce decided to just leave him to his somewhat odd elation and keep on attacking the bloticle. It was...Kind of creepy honestly but you know what he wasn't one to judge. He called over to him. He was able to tell because of that innocent face "You just...Keep dodging that lightning there bud...I'm sure great rewards will come from it if you get your count high enough." LITTLE DID HE KNOW WHAT TRULY AWAITED HIM. Anyways Beuce was still in his black mage form, so his magic was through the roof despite it not actually increase the magic stat rip So with a wave of his hand, a blizzara spell launched a larger than normal crystal of ice from his hand to impale the bloticle. It stabbed into it, causing it to screech in pain. Weaving in between lightning bolts as he flew, Beuce continually fired off various elements of spells, but was a little bit frustrated he couldn't use faith because nooo that was a light command and black mages can't use holy powers. Gah. What the hell? White mages could use the strongest magic command! But noooo. He sacrificed the guardian so he can't be a white mage. "also what the **** stratos you used strike raid in black mage form rip ****ing tanks" Spoiler: count Wasteland 87% Left Living -Blotlings: 889/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 154/1000
Man, he was teaching Stratos well. That almost sounded like an idea he would have come up with himself. "That sounds...Really stupid." A sphere of black fire engulfed Beuce. Once he emerged, he was in a long black flowing robe with a blood red chest plate, with his hair having grown out significantly which extended into a mane down his back. He wore a sinister looking mask, to complete the appearance. "I like it. Let's do this!" And so they did! Gravity began to alter and warp at their command, inverting itself. The rain ceased to fall altogether, halting under their magic, before floating gradually upward back into the sky. Now that they weren't being pelted by rain, vision became clearer, and the bloticle came back into vision. Stratos well thought out and original idea had worked wonderfully. Since they were in their mage forms, they may as well use their magic for the offensive. Beuce stretched his wings, flying up toward the bloticle. Upon getting close enough, he touched his hand to it, laying five explosive traps of earth on the bloticle's body. Though, they weren't triggered from beneath. If they could set up enough, they could take it out in one fell swoop by causing the mines to trigger one another with the explosion. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 89% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 251/1000 (20 BP worth of mines)
The lack of vision was greatly hindering the wielder as he tried to fight against the battering wind. Thunder roared as the lightning cracked the sky. A flash of light exploded, and the shockwave resonated through the man's bones. He barely had any idea which was was up in this place. There had to be some way to get through this and find the bloticle. Faster than he could react, lightning streaked past him, presumably being one of the bolts that was headed for his friend. He followed the direction of it, until he came across something. Had he been any less observant, he would've stepped on him. Looking down, he'd found Stratos, shrunken by mad world. "Well, at least we know where the other one is now." He said casually, before looking around. He could hardly keep his eyes open without having to shield them from the constant downpour of rain. "This is seriously starting to get in the way. Once you're back to full size, we've gotta figure out something to do about this. For now, we should just try not to get killed." He heard a string of slashing noises and a screech, indicating that it had been injured. The Cheshire Cat seemed to be doing a number on it as well. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 89% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 283/1000
Sure enough, Beuce was right about the oncoming desperation move. Similar to the earth bloticle, The Decree of the Thunderlord erected its body, standing straight up. Only, instead of forming a meteor, a bright yellow line, crackling with electricity formed a large circle around the area, as though it was claiming the area as its own. Beuce's skin began to crawl at the sheer rise in energy in the area, as thought the entire arena were crackling with an electrical power. He didn't know how he knew, but this was known as the Thunderlord's Domain. Beuce was a tactician. He'd be able to see through this ability, if given the time. But...It was getting hard to see. He looked at the sky and it occurred to him. This was no longer april showers causing the downpour. It was the work of the bloticle. Lightning arced through the sky as the rain pelted down, obscuring their vision. This storm was one unlike any other. He planted his keyblade into the ground as the storm seemed to reach its apex. He began to back up, ensuring his steps were all the same distance. "Five meters. We can only see five meters through this." Beuce muttered to himself. "Stratos!" He called out to him, unable to see where his friend was. They'd blinded it with Pink Elephants, but they were in no better a situation. No sooner had he thought that, a bolt of lightning nailed him square in the chest, sending him flying. He gasped and cured himself to try and heal the injury before getting back to his feet, heavily panting. Was its vision no longer obscured? No...It had something to do with this area they were in. It was like it could attack them with such minimal effort, it barely had to will the lightning for it to strike. The fight so far against it hadn't been overly tough, but this was going to prove to be quite the trial. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 89% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 335/1000
Apoop Stratos and his elephant companion had continued their watery assault on the bloticle, it seemed like it was certainly being worn down. The only thing that worried Beuce was that it was approaching the point that Billy had begun to use its desperation moves. He didn't know what was going to come out of it, but he knew it probably wasn't going to be good. In any case, there was no point worrying about it, just so long as they kept a weather eye out for it. getitweatherbecauselightning Running up, Beuce timed his assault to be right at the moment between the electrical pulses it released. He struck it twice, and backed off just in time to avoid the pulse. It looked like he was right about the timing of the thing. For now, they just had to keep up the pressure and it would go down quick enough. Meanwhile in top lane, axes seemed to be raining down all over the place. One nearly hit Beuce, as he may or may not have completely forgotten about them, but he managed to dodge roll out of the way just in time. Spoiler: count Wasteland 89% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 387/1000
Shortly after Beuce's ears were assaulted with an overwhelming amount of Asian, a second summon limit seemed to come into play. And boy, it was nearly as strange as the first one. Pink bubbles began floating in the air, and eventually took the form of elephants that seemed to confuse the hell out of the bloticle and caused it to just kind of fire lightning randomly. They still had to be careful as it was certainly possible for it to get in a lucky shot. So, cautiously, Beuce approached the bloticle and decided to start swinging at it with his basic combo. Man, it'd be really handy if his keyblade were like...a gun or a bow. Something with range. Unfortunately, he hadn't fought anything worthy enough to be considered a large fight, despite all of this and the thousand heartless battle being a totally large scale fight. The bloticle, sensing it wasn't going to be hitting them any time soon, decided on a change of tactics. Rather than only firing off lightning, it sent electrical pulses all down its body, shocking those nearby. Beuce immediately backed off when this happened, and decided to take a moment to size up the skill. There was a clearly defined pattern to it. " They come in bursts. Four seconds of charge before the electricity vanishes. Five second intervals. It seems like the lightning bolts are weaker while it's doing it, back to what it was originally firing. The bolts are at random times and places, but there's a pattern to this one. Stratos! You've got time to get in, hit it twice, and get out before the next shock is sent." Spoiler: Count Wasteland 89% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 439/1000
Stratos was some kind of prodigy. he'd give him that. After seeing a completely altered version of a command once, he was able to replicate the normal version with minimal effort. Although, he sensed the boy's wallet get lighter. Come to think of it, how did he know how to do that? Looking into his wallet briefly, he discovered about half his funds had mysteriously vanished as soon the commands had clicked in his head. Funny how that worked. He didn't bother to question it and just continued to assault the bloticle, albeit in a much less flashy manner. Rolling out of the way of lightning, Beuce fired off a few blizzard spells at it. Realizing that he had built up enough CG for about three trips around the sun with that display, he put his hand over his chest, and was coated in an orange flame. He extended out his hand and fired off an enormous ball of power at it, causing it to screech in pain as its health dropped below the halfway point. They were getting there. It just was going to take a bit longer for it. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 89% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 491/1000
Well that was pretty awesome. Stratos had come through and made use of his attack. He looked over as Stratos called from him to finish it and hurled both keyblades at him. Wait, both? Beuce caught one of them with minimal effort, and just kind of waved his stump at the other one as it struck him square in the forehead and bounced up into the air. Making a pained groan as the weapon nailed him, he opened his mouth. Once the weapon started coming back down, he put his mouth around the hand and bit down. "I goh ish!" He responded. Now despite what Zoro would have you believe, using a weapon from your mouth was stupid impractical. Now, Beuce remembered that Keyblades were manifestations of the users heart, and could change form to more or less anything at will, all it took was practice. He raised his left arm up across his chest, to beside his head. The keyblades were now parallel to one another, and he pressed their ends together, hoping his idea would work. Sure enough, a small glow appeared at the hilts as they joined together, a single bar forming the handle for both. He spun the new weapon briefly, getting a feel for it. Now that he'd gone from Zoro to Darth Maul, he was ready to let this thing have it. Gaining a double ended keyblade seemed to increase Beuce's acrobatic skills by about tenfold because that made things look much cooler. The wielder leaped into the air, kicking off an axe made of purple light to jump even high. Jumping from another, Beuce flipped in the air as a sphere of bluish white light formed. Upon Beuce landing on it. It stretched out into a long line, Beuce skating along it as it formed. Passing by the bloticle, he spun the weapon, striking it several times. It seemed the line wasn't able to make curves, but each time it made a change in direction, another orb of light formed to create something of a joint between the lines. Being somewhat low on the bloticle, he hurled the weapon with all his might in some kind of super strike raid. It tore through the bloticle as it spiraled up, along its body. It circled around over and over as it climbed, Beuce following it on his powerline the whole way. Once it finally reached the very tip of their enemy, it returned to Beuce. His powerline was essentially going straight up at a 90 degree angle, extending high above the bloticle and into the clouds. Finally, the light stopped, and the powerline disappeared. Now in a freefall, Beuce used the fact his weapon was made of two seperate keyblades. One was set ablaze with fire, and the other had an icy mist around it. Spiraling it in front of him, the man vanished in a storm of cherry blossoms. He reappeared on the ground, and twirled the weapon as a spiral of ice and fire trailed down behind him. Throwing the weapon into the air, he split it into two weapons once again, and threw Starseeker back to Stratos. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 89% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 543/1000
For the purpose of this post in particular Buying fire strike for 400 munny and Powerline for 2,500 that brings me down to 3,580
Beuce was trying his best to avoid the discs of lightning, but they were coming at him fairly rapidly. If this kept up, They wouldn't last. He looked over at Stratos...They needed some kind of combination move! That was usually pretty badass. Now, he had precisely zero idea of what they would actually do outside of Symphonia, and it wasn't time for that yet. So, he'd just kind of do something and hope Stratos figured out something with it. "Stratos! Get ready! We're going in!" And so, dodging another disc, the white haired man charged in toward the bloticle. Once he reached the base of the creature, he managed to propel himself into the air with a vertical Zantetsuken, creating a long gash up its body. Following this, he kicked off it and summoned four white pillars of light from the sky to assail it, before tossing his keyblade to Stratos. "You're up! Go for it!" Would this have worked much better if they'd had a plan? Probably. Were plans for scrubs? You know it. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 89% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 595/1000
