Beuce descended back onto the ground as Full Deck wore off, as he was no longer completely invincible and would most assuredly die if he stayed in the air. It seemed the goal he intended had been accomplished, and Stratos took out the sphere causing the lightning. The tentacle, reared its body, with lightning charging at the tip, and swung itself around. From the tip spouted two circular discs of lightning. Quickly rolling to the side, Beuce managed to avoid them. The bloticle, however, continued the assault and kept throwing the electrical discs. Beuce, being at least somewhat quick on his feet, began to dodge as many as he could. The attack looked fairly lethal if it made contact, so he did everything he could to make sure that didn't happen. Meanwhile, he returned the attack by shooting Fira spells st it every time he got the opportunity. Although, he felt as though he could be doing something more with these spells if it were a different scenario. Like...He could be unlocking his hidden potential he was on the verge of gaining or something. He put the thought out of his head, as it didn't particularly matter right now. Spoiler: count Wasteland 89% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 647/1000
Since lightning was now coating the ground, there was a much more limited space in which they could move. Taking advantage of this, the bloticle seemed to up the lightning spray. There didn't seem to be much they could do in terms of evasion, as it was only a matter of time unless they took out that orb producing it. Then, the pink light converged onto Beuce, and he felt something he didn't usually feel. Durable. Like, normally he could burst down things like it was nobody's business, but he could take a hit about as well as a wet slab of cardboard. Looking at himself, a black and red aura surrounded him, occasionally floating off of him into the shape of one of the four suits of cards. He'd provide the cover to take out the orb of lightning. Mounting his glider, he took off flying into the sky. Now, naturally, the lightning all arced straight towards him. Normally, this would have killed him. However, due to the effects of full deck, it barely tingled. Acting as essentially a human lightning rod, he was creating the perfect opening to go and destroy the orb causing the volatile lightning on the ground. also get dunked bloticle. Spoiler: count Wasteland 91% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 699/1000
The wielder panted heavily as he was released from his electrical prison, and looked up at Stratos. "Thanks, man. I owe you one." Slowly, he rose back up to his feet, and took his stance once more. The bloticle seemed to be stunned from the blow his friend had dealt it. Now was the perfect time to go all out. It couldn't say no if it was stunned. Beuce rushed in, coating his keyblade in ice as he performed a trio of empowered jumping attacks. This, however, caused the blotling to realized it was under attack and snap out of its daze. It once again turned its attention toward the duo attacking it (Because God knows no one else was). Once again, lightning seemed to be raining down from the sky, causing them to focus on evading. Which considering neither of their dodge chance was outside of the single digits, they were doing spectacularly at. However, as their enemy was weakening, the lightning seemed to be getting stronger, and differentiating in how it functioned. Before, they'd been simple lightning strikes and nothing more. However, as Beuce dodged a bolt, he realized that this one was different. Rather than simply striking and disappearing, as most did, it remained a constant stream for a moment. Beuce was caught off guard by it coalescing into a sphere from the ground, and letting out a rather violent explosion. A makeshift electric bomb. Though it wasn't much, and not as strong as Stratos', he erected a barrier of wind to shield him and soften the impact. Raising his spellbinder, a green light washed over him, closing his wounds and easing the pain. This thing was apparently not even close to out of tricks. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 92% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 801/1000
The Cheshire cat was wreaking havoc on both sides of the battle. At least it wasn't mutually exclusive to them. At this rate, it was turning into more a battle against their own luck than the bloticle. Not to mention, neither of the two were known for having such fantastic luck. At least the bloticle was also being assaulted by the madness of the thing he'd summoned. It seemed to be lashing out, throwing lightning every direction, trying to break out of the mad world to no avail as axes continued to drop and slice into its inky body. The lightning didn't even harm the ground. It seemed like, in this place, the Cheshire Cat's power took precedence over nearly any other. He hated using this, but it was effective depending on how you looked at it. The axes had stopped raining down for now, and the bloticle seemed to identify him as the source of the chaos. The Decree of the Thunderlord let its power over electricity flow, and from its tip, a continuous beam of electricity shot out. Beuce was about to dodge out of the way, but an invisible force pulled on him, drawing him upward. He looked up to see a sphere of magic pulling him into it. Powerless to do anything against it, Beuce was pulled into the sphere and assailed with a stream of energy. It didn't seem to do so much to him initially, but it was surely wearing him down. A look of pain spilled across the white haired man's face as he was slowly being electrocuted. Without help, he wouldn't make it. Spoiler: Can you spare...a count? Wasteland 92% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 853/1000
As the massive burst of speed wore off, he discovered that he wasn't the only one affected by the alteration of time. Stratos was actually moving in slow motion. It was thanks to the tentacle being mostly preoccupied with his incredible barrage of attacks that it failed to notice long enough for it to wear off. Dodged a lightning bolt with that one. The next thing to happen was a massive array of axes seemed to spawn from thin air, made of a solid version of the strange purple light that that coated the area. They raised up straight, and began to fall toward random targets. Some friend, some foe. Beuce had to let up on his assault and put everything he had into simply avoiding being chopped in half by the rain of axes. Although, they seemed to be dunking for the throat...He briefly recalled the Queen of hearts having a decapitation fetish, and realized that was likely why. However, the bloticle was somewhat rooted into the ground, so it didn't have the fortunate ability to move out of the way and as such, the axes did quite a number on it. Spoiler: count Wasteland 92% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 905/1000
Beuce had finally carved his way through the ranks of the blotlings and made it to Larry. He glared at the bloticle, and thought that it wasn't even bipedal. Now, he was accustom to seemingly random thoughts, as though it were simply referring to something that happened previously for the amusement of some kind of higher beings. He didn't like to question it, and simply went with the flow of things. Raising his keyblade, he put forth mana into it, and unlocked a hole in the lanes between, calling an entity from beyond it. "Well well, It looks like you're in quite the bind. You managed to work your way into the situations quite often, I find" Said a disembodied voice. It was like nails on a chalkboard and sent shivers down Beuce's spine. He absolutely hated that thing, but it would help in the fight. The only questions were how and who. "Cut the rhyming crap. We both know why i called you here." The wielder held out his arm. The Cheshire cat appeared and gave a sinister laugh. It placed its claws against that man's forearm, and began to rake down it, causing blood to run down as it took the power of heart Beuce offered. "You strike a deal with the devil so easily. I suppose we'll see if the gamble proves to be beneficial." The demonic cat began to fade out, leaving only its eyes and mouth, giving a massive grin. Echoic out, the cat gave one last word, before vanishing completely. "It's showtime." From the face had been, a light spread over the area, giving everything a magenta glow to it. The lightning had temporarily stopped. Beuce initially thought that it was due to the wait for what the cheshire cat would do, but realized it wasn't them, but him. His sense of time had been distorted enough so that everything else seemed to be in slow motion, only inching along. It wasn't every day that one was able to see lightning forming from the sky in a frame-by-frame rate. Beuce ran up to the bloticle unimpeded due to his unimaginable speed, and began striking it as many times as he could. Spoiler: Count Wasteland 92% Left Living -Blotlings: 900/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 957/1000
Beuce was cutting down blotlings left and right. Thanks to the cure spells, he'd managed to heal away any significant damage, and thanks to the blotlings being abundant and ready to kill, they provided him with plentiful MP. They'd almost reached the thing, and once they did, it'd be a trying fight. Though, Beuce was more than ready for that. He'd been through many trying fights, just the same as all the others here. Plus, he had his right hand man, Stratos, with him. They couldn't possibly lose. Some of the newer kinds of blotlings, charged with some kind of electrical power, came at him. Their speed was far beyond the normal blotlings, and he only barely managed to avoid being struck dead in the face by one. If he'd been any slower, it would have...Well given he was tanking lightning with virtually no repercussions he wasn't sure what it would have done, exactly. Nevertheless, it needed to die. It circled around to come at him again, but was met with a poison-coated keyblade, which dealt with it fairly quickly. Spoiler: Counter Wasteland 93% Left Living -Blotlings: 903/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured: -Blotling: 2/3
His charge was somewhat impeded by the fact lightning was now actively raining down and trying to kill him. Funny how that works. A bright flash of light appeared a split second before the lightning hit, allowing him to dodge to the side. For some reason, he felt the need to count the number of bolts he'd dodged consecutively. 'One...' Another bolt struck at him, which he promptly avoided. 'Two...' Yet another bolt struck towards him, only this time hitting dead on and exploding at him. 'Dammit.' Beuce cured himself, and got back up to his feet. Man, Stratos wasn't kidding when he said that any damage they took was completely arbitrary. 'One...Two...Dammit!" Beuce, thoroughly fed up with his inability to dodge lightning, decided to take out his frustration on unsuspecting nearby blotlings. Cherry blossoms floated down through the air, as he mentally prepared himself for an incredibly powerful str- "DAMMIT!" He screamed in frustration as lightning once again struck him, and proceeded to make a crude gesture at the bloticle. It now being personal, he cut an inky swath through the blotlings, as he wanted that tentacle dead. Spoiler: count Wasteland 93% Left Living -Blotlings: 920/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10
Now that their long battle with the rocky bloticle had passed, it was time to move onto the next one. Looking over at it, the element it possessed was abundantly clear. A massive electrical storm was crackling all around the thing. Stratos was trying to get through a massive horde of blotlings all while being constantly assaulted by bolts of lightning. There didn't really seem to be much he could do about the lightning, but he could carve a path for him. Funnily enough, Stratos just seemed to be a complete aggro magnet. Things always just seemed to be completely intent on killing him. Maybe he'd gotten notorious among big enemies as the giant slayer. Running into the horde, Beuce slid along the ground, his keyblade in front of him. Blotlings seemed to be taken out fairly easily, and as such, several of them were mowed down by the simple command. Continuing his forward charge, Beuce coated himself in a barrier of light and rammed his way through more of them. Maybe if he continued on like this, he'd manage to break through to the other side, at which point they would most likely stop bothering them because reasons. Spoiler: count Wasteland 93% Left Living -Blotlings: 938/1000 -Bloticle: 9/10 Injured -Blotling: 1/3
It seemed that the bloticle was now performing some kind of spinning attack. Beuce, being unable to get in close without being assaulted by an onslaught of rocky death, decided that unrivaled physical strength may not have been the most advantageous thing to have. So, a soft grey light enveloped his body, and eventually faded, revealing him to be in his base form. Now that he had regained the ability to use magic, he raised his keyblade into the air, causing enormous beams of light to rain down from the sky and assault their enemy. Being on its last leg, the bloticle was getting desperate. From beneath Beuce, the earth rumbled, and a spike shot up which he narrowly avoided. Quickly enough, the same thing happened again and again, with increasing frequency. Beuce was in full sprint, trying to avoid being impaled. After a few minutes of this, it occurred to Beuce that he had the ability to fly. Hindsight is 20/20. Mounting his keyblade glider, he raised himself high enough to avoid the range of the spikes. Spoiler: count Wasteland: 94% Left Living -Blotlings: 967/1000 -Bloticle: 10/10 Injured: Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 55/1000
It seemed the others had followed up his breaking of the meteor into six pieces by nullifying three of them. Though they were about to hit the ground, Beuce mounted his keyblade glider and raced over toward one of the remaining shards. From beneath it, he began to glow red. Placing his hand over his chest, he poured energy into his fist, and struck the meteor, sending it veering off course and into the bloticle. Though four of them had been stopped, that was all the time they had. The remaining two collided with the ground and caused an earth-shattering shockwave that blew the wielder off his glider. Tumbling to the ground, Beuce groaned and coughed through the thick cloud of dust and ashes in the air. He'd be feeling the impact for a while, but he was, all in all, alive. He'd managed to survive the impact. Rising to his feet, though unsteady, he quickly looked around to ensure that all of his other friends were alright. "Stratos! Raisor! Uh...damn no one else has really done anything...Base you were here for a bit! Base! You alright?" The bloticle seemed to be on its last legs, and now that its strongest move had failed, the pitch in its screeches changed. It was afraid. Flourishing his blade, Beuce went to go and try to finish it. Spoiler: count Wasteland: 95% Left Living -Blotlings: 967/1000 -Bloticle: 10/10 Injured: Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 205/1000
With his enhanced strength, Beuce was going to town on the bloticle. A series of gashes much deeper than any previously inflicted were surfacing all around its body, and the earthen armor was all but nonexistent at this point. During his strikes, he noticed something strange. While the rocks were still moving, he hadn't had to dodge one in a while. They were no longer aiming to hit him. instead, they were coalescing above the tentacle, which was now standing perfectly straight, pointed toward the sky. All the rocks and earth that had been thrown around at them was forming into one massive meteor. Awed by the sheer size of it, Beuce quickly began thinking of a way to survive it. Aerora would scarcely defend against something like that, and reluctancy couldn't stop attacks already in motion. Let alone something as earth shattering as that. The ground beneath them sunk in, as though moved from beneath their very feet, causing Beuce to fall over onto his side. looking around, a massive wall of earth had been erected around them, forming almost some sort of arena. At the apex of its size, the meteor was turned black by the ink of the tentacle, and raised much higher into the sky, before plummeting downward. As the meteor began crashing down, Beuce once again used magnify. At this point, breaking it back into the smallest amount of pieces possible was their best bet. The very center of the meteor was amplified, and made large through the bending of space because that wasn't magic somehow. An energy began charging in the blade of his sword, when Beuce broke into a full sprint, running up the side of the arena and leaping at the meteor. The very center of the attack was struck by Beuce's sword as he unloaded the energy into it, with an amplified brave shot. The clash of the two attacks caused a massive shockwave around the area as the meteor split into six pieces. Though the attack was far from neutralized, and those six separately would all do considerable damage, it was more manageable than the entire thing at once. Spoiler: count Wasteland: 96% Left Living -Blotlings: 967/1000 -Bloticle: 10/10 Injured: Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 306/1000
Once the reluctancy had worn off, Beuce had caught his breath. The sandstorm was gradually condensing. It wasn't really so much a sandstorm at this point as a hail of gravel. The rocks were condensing into larger and larger forms. If he had to guess, he'd say it was prepping for a desperation move of some kind. That being said, the two of them needed to step up their game. Stratos seemed to have a similar idea to him. Beuce reached into his pocket and grabbed onto an emblem, engraved with an image of the dream sword. Similar to Stratos, Beuce was enveloped temporarily in a black sphere, with a bright red aura around it. When the sphere vanished, Beuce's outfit had changed. He was now dressed completely in black and white, adorned with chains on many parts of his clothing, and short black fur adorning the lining of his clothing. His keyblade had been replaced with a long, pitch black blade without a guard. Stratos would be the back line, and he would be the front line. An aura of power radiated around him, as though he were the pinnacle of strength right now. His magic had been sealed away as a result, but he more than made up for it with the physical boost. Running toward the bloticle, Beuce decimated any rocks that came his way, reducing them to sand once more under the force of his swings. Upon finally reaching the bloticle, he did more than make a simple gash on it. He cleaved his weapon all the way through to the handle with minimal effort, making an enormous, open wound in the bloticle. Ink sprayed out from the opening in every direction. Made him wonder why they didn't do this more often... Spoiler: Count Wasteland: 96% Left Living -Blotlings: 967/1000 -Bloticle: 10/10 Injured: Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 357/1000
Damn. If there was one thing that could be said about them right now, it was that they looked cool. Standing on opposite ends of a giant enemy in a flood of storms and cherry blossoms, having left an X shaped wound on it. Between the two of them, they'd cut it down a considerable amount. They needed only keep it up, and it'd be brought down in no time. However, it didn't look like it was going to be dying without a fight any time soon. The rocks in the sandstorm were beginning to get larger, and more jagged. Though it was a slow process, the sand was beginning to solidify into solid earth and assault them. Which was no bueno. Keeping up his assault while attempting to dodge out of the way of the ever-growing rocks, Beuce coated his weapon in a thick purple smog, and struck the bloticle. The volatile substance coating the weapon surged into its body, spreading throughout the ink which formed it. Having rebuilt a fair chunk of his mana, Beuce went to go and unleash another faith spell on it, when a rather sizable piece of earth crashed into his back and sent him flying. It was only due to the barrier that he survived it. He got up onto one knee, panting, when another rock came heading his direction. Slamming his fist into the ground, space began to crack and distort into an amber dome around him. The rock immediately veered off course, so as to avoid colliding with it and potentially breaking it. Reluctancy was something which offered its user a brief moment of respite. A barrier which did not protect through its inability to be broken, but the combatant's unwillingness to break it. It fought against willpower, and forced all to withhold their attacks, so as not penetrate it. The white haired man cured himself and stood up once again. "Damn, those things are tough. Maybe it'd help if i were more durable than wet tissue paper...on fire." How can something wet be on fire, you ask? because its lighter fluid. Spoiler: Count Wasteland: 96% Left Living -Blotlings: 967/1000 -Bloticle: 10/10 Injured: Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 409/1000
He let down his arm as the wind magic shielded him from the assaulting wind. "Thanks for the hand. Azphel knows i need one." Beuce said with a slight chuckle. It was then that a rock came flying from nowhere and nailed his friend directly in the head. He didn't seem to be overly hurt thanks to his defensive barrier, though. While Stratos was regaining his mana through the nonsensical process they often used, Beuce decided to provide a bit of cover for him. Sticking close by the young keyblade wielder, he batted aside any rocks that Stratos proved unable to dodge while he was performing his attacks. Once he'd regained his mana, the two backed off slightly. Beuce closed his eyes, and seemed to be in a state of great concentration. Space seemed to warp in front of him, bending and distorting, until the wound they had inflicted, as well as the softest parts of the armor, were all enlarged and made much more vulnerable. Beuce didn't break his stance as cherry blossoms began to fall all around him. In an instant, Beuce had delivered a massive cut across the tentacle's body, causing it to screech in pain due to the increased severity of the already powerful attack. Spoiler: Count Wasteland: 96% Left Living -Blotlings: 967/1000 -Bloticle: 10/10 Injured: Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 461/1000
Keyblades, when thrown by strike raid, would always return to their wielder regardless of any trajectory that would otherwise make it impossible. So, the spinning keyblade seemed to do a 180 and immediately come spiraling towards its master. Holding out his hand, Beuce let the weapon return to his grip before dodging out of the way of the fists. Moving over to regroup with Stratos, as he wanted to avoid a situation like the one that had just recently occurred, he stood next to him. "Well, congratulations. We've successfully pissed it off. And if it's pissed off, that means its working." said the man with a slightly heightened confidence. If they could simply keep this up, the thing would fall to them sure enough. Picking his assault back up, Beuce extended his keyblade as the air at its tip began to chill, and then froze into a crystal of ice. At his command, the spell fired, and stabbed into the creature, as its protective armor had been thoroughly worn down. He followed this up by running into melee range and striking it with a regular combo, as his magic reserves had been more or less spent. It screeched in anger and thrashed around, causing sand to pick up around it. It lurched back, and began swinging itself in a circular motion. The sand seemed to follow its motions, and spiraled around with it. Beuce shielded his eyes from the small grains of earth now assaulting them. Their field of vision was now greatly reduced in the wake of the sandstorm, but the enormous shadow of the bloticle was still visible enough to read its movements. The real problem would be the attacks it sent that came flying out of the sand. "This could be a problem. Aerora should be able to shield us from the direct effects of the sand, but we've gotta be a bit more careful, unless we've suddenly got a fetish for being crushed under giant boulders. Which i mean, hey no one is judging but i don't think now is exactly the time to get your jollies." Spoiler: count Wasteland: 96% Left Living -Blotlings: 967/1000 -Bloticle: 10/10 Injured: Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 513/1000
Beuce, having set up a line of mines for the blotlings to go around, was able to break through the ranks toward the bloticle. He was coated with a white light, as a shield hardened and formed around him. using this opportunity, he plowed through the few blotlings still in his way. Though some moved out of his path to avoid being killed by the attack, others didn't. His charge immediately decimated the unfortunate creatures, and left an open path for Beuce to rejoin the battle. Initially, Beuce let out a rain of thunderbolts onto the massive inky tentacle. Next in his assault, he threw his keyblade spinning, and struck it into the creature. His onslaught utilized his strength and magic in equal parts. He began picking up speed as he dashed toward their enemy. His keyblade had struck its mark, and was now spiraling through the air back to its owner, but it wouldn't reach him quite yet. The white haired man waved his hand, and called upon his magic to halt the keyblade where it was. "Stop!" with the powers of time working under his command, the keyblade stopped midair, horizontal to Beuce. He jumped into the air and put his feet against its blade, before using kicking off it, using its inability to be moved to his advantage. Beuce too, glowed with a light. However, his was red. He placed his remaining hand over his chest, and drew out his power. Once it was gathered in his fist, he let it out in a singular, destructive punch against the bloticle. Spoiler: Count Wasteland: 96% Left Living -Blotlings: 967/1000 -Bloticle: 10/10 Injured: Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 565/1000
Beuce had been taken out of the fight with the Bloticle temporarily due to being somewhat swarmed by blotlings. They weren't overly threatening to him, but they were enough of a hindrance as to keep him from participating in the battle. "Out of the way!" He delivered a roundhouse kick to the body of one, sending it flying. He might not have been as strong as Karina, but he still took pride in his physical prowess. In addition to that, he was adept at one other thing. A white light began to glow around Beuce, as he poured out magic. Raising his keyblade toward the sky, he called down the most powerful magic he knew. One after another, four enormous columns of blinding white light pierced the clouds and assaulted the tentacle. The Faith spell seemed to burn away a bit of the earthen armor shielding it, but this was probably one of the most durable things he'd ever fought. They were only now starting to make a dent in the armor. "Keep it up, it's working." His brief assistance given, he returned to the enemies surrounding him. Quickly enough, he cut down the one directly in front of him. Turning around, a brownish energy cracked along his keyblade. Holding his keyblade toward the sky once again, five large mines appeared in front of him, one of which detonated immediately as a blotling had been standing on it, incinerating the unsuspecting creature instantly. The rest seemed intelligent enough to not immediately step on them. Spoiler: Count Blotling: 977/1000 Bloticle: 10/10 Bloticle 1: 727.5/1000
Beuce had been waiting to be able to hurt these things for a while. Running forward with the other wielders, he took a swipe at a nearby blotling, obliterating it instantly. It showed no sign of regenerating any time soon. "Finally." It felt good to be able to kill these things. Although, Beuce looked on the sheer size of the army and immediately had war flashbacks to the thousand heartless battle. He was hoping this wouldn't be repeated any time soon, but their luck wasn't so amazing as for that to happen. He just hoped he didn't lose any more limbs in the process. Although, if this was going to be a massive scale reenactment of the battle before, then he was glad of one thing, if nothing else. "Stratos! You look like you could use a hand with that thing!" He called out to the dark haired boy as he sprinted toward Billy. As he approached, the tentacle of ink seemed to slam itself against the ground, causing a massive piece of earth to fly upward from the ground beneath him, propelling the white haired man high into the sky. The dark blue mantle Ananta had given him fluttered above his head as he descended back down, toward the bloticle. Spellbinder keyblade in hand, he dove for the thing. It looked like it had a hard outer shell, made of earth. Seemed like this one had an earth theme, with how it had been performing so far. No wonder it was called The Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand. The real question was how he knew that. Plummeting toward the monster, he let his power flow through the keyblade. Clouds began forming in the sky, and a torrential rain began pouring down onto the area. While the rain wasn't enough water to actually wash away any of the ink creatures, it accomplished two things. One, it wet them, and made them more vulnerable to follow up attacks. And two, it made the battle look much cooler. Everything looked cooler in the rain. "Rain down!" Beuce performed the next two actions nigh simultaneously. A massive bolt of lightning struck across the sky, down at his target. It was a flash that would be missed with the blink of an eye, and Beuce rode along side it to match the speed. A red and blue blur was all that could be seen, slicing through the bloticle and chipping away some of the shell. In the same spot, the lightning exploded onto it, creating a massive boom of thunder. He rolled onto the ground, next to Stratos. "An ink tentacle that uses earth. Well, it's not nearly as weird as Shac the Clownmoth." After a slight shiver at the name, the wielder ran back at their foe. Spoiler: Count Wasteland: 99% Left Living -Blotlings: 990/1000 -Bloticle: 10/10 Injured: Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 940/1000
The yellow dog whimpered slightly, as his friend was running out of steam fairly quickly. At this rate, they wouldn't last too much longer. Though, it didn't have to stay at that rate. Pluto began sniffing the air. There was something around that would help them. Why it was there was anyone's guess, but that didn't matter right now. He pressed his nose to the ground and began sniffing out something of use. Finally, he found it. His paws dug into the dirt as he sent it flying behind him at an incredible rate. Buried beneath the dirt were healing orbs, which immediately sprung out and were given to the group.
