Xindai gave a slight smirk when Xander knelt to him. He looked over to Dane, with Alisia. So, in order to earn the loyalty of this man, all he had to do was free her from Dane. It wasn't long before the man in question approached him. They both knew who the other was. He asked two questions. The one spoken, asking if he were up to the task of killing the goddess. But the second, the one in his thoughts, was the one that Xindai found the most entertaining. He looked to Alisia, and nodded his head toward Xander. "Come on then. No harm will befall you." His eyes turned back onto Dane once more, with a smirk. He was daring him to do something. To try and stop her from leaving with Xander. 'Well now, I'd say that depends on you, doesn't it Dane?" Before that confrontation could continue, some idiot decided it was a brilliant idea to bum rush him. He scowled and glared at Hunter. Another one of those...He'd had enough of it with the white haired fool and his poptart cat. Samsara had deflected the first punch, with some difficulty. At least she was willing to fight for him. However, as for the second punch, Xindai took it into his own hands. Raising an open palm, he caught the first and channeled a surge of telekinetic power through the bone of his arm. The bone splintered evenly outwards, all the way up the arm. "Man, even you should've been smart enough to know that you can't punch through that kind of plot armor." Beuce said, walking over to hunter. "And don't you even think about getting some kind of magic arm to replace that. Then they'll have to invent an item called the swagger jacker just so you can change it your title to that." Nonsensical interruptions aside, Xindai was pleased to see the next person to greet him. One of the few people he'd ever enjoyed the company of. "Ah, Noir! I could say the same to you. You as well, Xross." He said to the two. They'd been beside him millennia ago, during the first keyblade war, and even before that. When he'd still been his somebody, before darkness was a concept any of them knew. It was a shame Dain was missing. Renna, if all went as planned, would be around somewhere in this time period. "If all goes as i have planned, then I believe i might finally be able to cure that ever gnawing boredom of yours."
Before Beuce could even open his eyes after being absorbed by the ink, he felt a foot connect with his ribs. Then he heard her voice, telling him to get up. He groaned and used his keyblade to help himself up. "Well, i can't say much for your punch, but your kicks are sure okay." He looked around. They'd just reunited with the group, only to be mostly separated once again. Well, at least he didn't mind these two. He could've been with Ananta and Karina. That would have been like going to a dog fight and sitting in the middle of them to watch. He was already missing an arm. He'd prefer to keep his other three limbs. "Man. I've had enough of being inside books...Although, i think we might've found our mouse that took Yen Sid's book."
Aias sat silent and expressionless in the bar beside Rho. This place unsettled him. I felt wrong. Not as though it were dangerous, but more as though it were dirty. He could feel sin. None of the others seemed to notice this, or if they did, they didn't care. He wasn't even sure what it was. Just an odd feeling. It wasn't unlike what had happened when the spirits had been summoned at Nessa's palace, though that had been more extreme. Just a feeling that was not his own, telling him something. This place didn't seem dangerous, but it seemed unclean. He was brought from his thoughts by two blonde women bringing Rho and himself drinks. The accents both of them had were thick, but not to the point where they couldn't be understood. It would be rude to refuse the drinks, especially when they were invited here and given them for free. Picking up one of the mugs, Aias pressed it to his lips. "We've never been to this Tavern before. This would be the first time." He said without making eye contact. Beucette explored dead end 1, then decided to book it back to the others. Quinn was exhausted after that fight. He'd managed to land a perfect shot at the end, the one that put Erigor down. Although, Kageyama wasn't so changed as one might think. He made off with the flute, and headed down the tracks. When they arrived to where he'd gone, they found him with the guild masters, and he surrendered. Quinn glared at him as Alessia threatened him. He liked her. She didn't put up with any shit. Almost reminded him of himself. She'd done well in the fight against Erigor. He'd have to remember to congratulate her on the way back to the guild. So far, out of the new members, she'd impressed him the most. He watched Kageyama, waiting to see what he'd do. His finger was on the trigger of his still drawn Aequitas, in case he tried something again, like using lullaby. If he put that flute anywhere near his lips, he'd have a bullet between his eyes before he could get a note out.
Quinn immediately wondered why he'd used sacrifice then. In fact it seemed like a really bad idea to do and he didn't get to yell jackpot when he did so. Although it was k because iron dragon's foot blade and blocking. Beucette had been standing there while they had proceeded onward. She was told to come back and join them but thought about it. "Hm....Nah **** that noise. There's a grey square down there. I'm gonna go explore that. we can't have unexplored map."
RA SMITED SHEEPTARD WITH FIRE AND BRIMSTONE he used an ability. Fira, probably.
It had worked. As Lexcifur plunged the key into the final lock, the magic binding him away fell apart. By the keys he'd created, he'd been sealed away. By the keys that he'd created, he was free. As the seal binding him broke, a wave of power blew back the onlookers. The locks on the chains shattered one by one. Standing, The hero walked out of the shadows, into the which washed over his face. Spoiler: Act surprised or something "Stop them all, you say? Since you released me, I'll grant your wish. Just don't regret asking for it." Xindai said to Lexcifur with a slight chuckle. Now that there was nothing sealing away his powers, his mind flooded over that of everyones present like a flood. Objects would stand in its way, but would be powerless to stand against the rushing tide. It swept up everything in its wake, leaving nothing untaken. The Dark Creator begun to walk out of the cave. So, even several of those who had been trying to free him meant to kill him. This would be interesting. Ghost was cornered, with a number counting down to his death and an extremely powerful enemy. Though, his attention was immediately torn away from them by an overwhelmingly dark presence. He'd felt it before, on that day three hundred years ago when what was to be the final war had come to its climax. He knew how dangerous this man was, but even his presence back then hadn't been as powerful as it was now, in this very moment. He was the hero they sought. He'd tricked them all, and it had worked. He was free. He didn't have time to worry about the two before him. He didn't have time to worry about the doom count. All that mattered was that Xindai was taken out. Melding into the shadows, Ghost was gone. The confrontation was over in less than two seconds. Ghost emerged from the shadows behind Xindai. He had to end this with a single strike. "Tsubame Gaeshi!" He performed the technique of his creation, and performed four simultaneous strikes, each coming from a different direction. Xindai didn't seem surprised by his appearance. In fact, he was still. He didn't move an inch. Ghost's breath left him at the following events. His sword from all four directions was stopped by an invisible force, knocked back and away from him as he was lifted into the air. The first to go was his shoulders. The joints connecting his arms to the rest of him were twisted upside down inside him. Second, his ribcage. Each of the bones shook within him before crushing towards one another. Finally, his neck. The fragile bone simply crumbled under the sheer pressure of the telekinesis. Ghost was tossed aside like a ragdoll. Defeated by a man who hadn't so much as blink to do it. Zavion barely had time to turn his head before Ghost was defeated. Lexcifur...That damned idiot. How could he be so careless and stupid?! He was using the power of Chaos, but to see the legendary assassin put down like he was nothing like that...Just who was the hero? If he could supposedly rival his mother, then there was no way they could defeat him. Seeing that display...He could almost believe it. A cold sweat ran down his face as Xindai's gazed turned onto him. His eyes seemed like they were staring far deeper than his skin. What's more...There was an empty space where his heart should have been. Even nobodies had remnants of the hearts that were there, but him....There was just an unsettling emptiness. He could see nothing about him, while he could hide nothing. He could feel his mind being clawed at and dug up relentlessly. Xindai gave off a slight glow, and vanished. The next thing he knew, he was right in front of him, taking advantage of his distraction. Leaping back as quickly as he could, Zavion fired beams of pure energy at Xindai, though he evaded them one after another. He knew exactly where they were going to strike before his eyes even caught sight of them. He knew it because Zavion knew. He could have done it with his eyes closed. He was using Zavion's eyes to see regardless. Calling forth a massive burst of power, black flames encircled the ground around the son of the goddess. "Shinryu duality!" Two massive pitch black dragons formed from the embers, encircling their master. They charged forward, attempting to incinerate Xindai. He extended a palm to each side and grabbed the burning dragons by their faces when closed in on him. Zavion's eyes widened. "Law of Origin: Reprisal of the Inferno." A darkness unlike anything Zavion had ever seen flooded from his palms. The beasts howled as they were overcome. They were made of the same substance. Darkness against Darkness, but for all his power, he may as well have been trying to fight the flames of hell by rubbing two sticks together. His darkness twisted backwards through the dragons, spiraling through their bodies and overcoming Zavion's darkness, conquering it, and using it through its sheer inability to resist. It didn't take long for it to reach their source. The spiral on the ground erupted in a burst of flames that scorched every fiber of his being. He let out an ear piercing scream as the fire tore away at his body and heart. Beuce ran to Ghost's side while Xindai was shreking Zavion. "Come on. You can't go back to your old habits of dying every ten seconds." He reached down, and the ground began to glow with a bright light, channeled through his arm. "Salvation!" The powerful healing magic worked its way through Ghost's body. Mending broken bones, restoring lost blood, stitching torn skin. Looking at the number counting down above his head, Beuce removed something from his bottomless pocket. A small greyish colored sash. He tossed it on the ground next to the assassin. "Keep it. It removes debuffs. If you can QSS a zed ult, you can QSS doom."
Cult pride
Quinn shielded his face as the massive force of wind struck against him. Erigor was a powerful one, but he'd been able to withstand the attack without too much difficulty. It helped when Ander healed him. He was no Caliborn, but it would do. "Thanks, kid." Still in his invincible form, Quinn went in for another assault. This time, a blade coated his foot as he swept his heel across the wind mage's jaw. Quinn used Iron Dragon's foot blade woohoo dead end loot let's go.
Beuce looked at Karina beating up Glen disapprovingly. He let out an annoyed sigh and shook his head before walking over to her. "Karina, what the hell do you think you're doing?" He began. "You're doing it all wrong! You gotta swing with the punch! I'm missing an arm and i could beat him up better than that!" He said, mimicking the proper form of a punch. It was then that Kaida walked up and tried to talk them out of killing each other. "You can beat up Glen later. She's right. Actually he gave me booze. Try to leave him like...at least two teeth. maybe one and a half."
Ra used binding strike because apparently it scales off magic, strength, speed, AND weapon AND has a status effect
Zavion looked up at Dane as he readied an enormous attack. There wasn't really much they could do in the way of evasion. They would have been dead then and there were it not for a barrier his sister had conjured. While it was a far sight off of blocking it completely, it made it so they could survive the hit. Even still, the explosion blew him off his feet. As he collided with the ground, he looked around. Freya was spent, Ghost had defeated his opponent, but was now cornered. Lexcifur was dazed and confused, Xero was too injured to fight further. They were losing this fight. He could turn it around but... Dammit! Why was he such a coward? It was pathetic. He couldn't do anything by himself. He'd been hiding behind his mother his whole life. He'd tried to fight, to stand on his own, but there he was, laying on the ground defeated. The only thing he could do now to avoid the death of him and everyone he cared about was hide behind the power that wasn't even his. He slammed his fist into the rock. Dammit! Why couldn't he do anything by himself? Hell, he wouldn't have even gotten the chance to do it if Freya hadn't stepped in. He looked once again to Freya...If he didn't do something, she'd die. Her, his mother, Lexcifur, they'd all die. Unsteadily, Zavion rose to his feet. "Lexcifur...Take Freya. Get her out of here. I'll deal with Dane. I'll deal with all of them." His breath was heavy, but he walked forward toward Dane. With every step, he cursed his weakness. His utter helplessness without the presence of his mother. He hated it, he despised the fact, but he knew it had to be done. "Chaos, face of the end, i call to you. Through me, unleash Pandemonium." In Lexcifur's mind, a smooth voice called out to him. "He'll die, you know. If you run, then they'll kill him. You've seen Dane's strength. The two of you together were nothing against him. There are only two forces alive that have the power to stop him. The Goddess, and myself. You've seen how much help she's given you in the fight. So, that leaves you only a single option to win your fight." Rienzel swore under his breath as the girl pushed Stratos away from his attack. Had it been just the two of them, he'd surely have won. However, she'd been enhancing him since the very start of the fight, and seemed to give him one last surge of power. The pace at which Stratos now moved was far beyond what he'd displayed before. For a moment he could have sworn his hair was pink and he'd gone into behemoth force. Shaking the thought from his head, he tried follow Stratos' movements. When stagnant orbs of wind appeared one after another, he knew what was about to happen. He didn't have enough energy left to become intangible for the attack, and there was no way he could deflect all of them. He'd lost. After a moment, the wind hit him. The force of the air crushed down onto him from all sides, and he cried out in pain. Falling to his knees, he knew he was defeated. "Jose...phine..." Was all he could get out before he fell unconscious onto the ground.
On this note, it might actually be better to wait on choosing your magics. There will likely be a different healing specialization, and nearly all of the skills will work differently than you see them now.
Quinn glared at Erigor, then looked to each of the newer guild members. He hadn't seen any of them except for Alessia fight, and that hadn't been much of a fight. He'd basically beaten the guy before he had time to blink. This would be far more arduous of a battle. He'd keep an eye on them during the fight, and see how they held up against a strong dark wizard. "Machina Soul: Invincible!" Changing into his bulkier invincible form, he was a walking fortress. Even Erigor would have a hard time breaking through his guard. Following it up, his fist extended into a large iron pole, which he thrust forward into his gut. Quinn transformed into Invincible and used Iron Dragon's club. "Well, we're already headed down this path, why don't we keep goin'?" Beucette suggest, implying they see the hallway under the cubby hole.
Ra let out an exasperated sigh. Why was it that on these missions in which they were escorted by a more veteran member of the guild, some incredibly stupid foe arose, disabled said member, and then they were left to fight it? First it had been a random giant mouse that had stuffed Dale into the folds of its cleavage, and now a sheep that he had a feeling was accompanied by a very stupid name and demanded to be praised? Nevertheless, it still had to be defeated. There was a look of blood in its eyes. It had killed many before, he could tell. "Let us show this beast the power of true kings." Ra swiped his staff, cloaking his body in fire, then rushed toward the sheep king.
Ezekiel sighed. There wasn't much he could do at this point. She wasn't going to let him leave. "Alright Fae. If you don't want to risk it, i'll stay here for the moment." Though, that was hardly the end of it. He knew he could handle it by himself, but he would do it while she slept, late tonight. He looked up at her. "I'm afraid i'm a bit tired from my time in the desert. Would you be able to show my to my bedroom?" If she thought he had amnesia, then it wouldn't be too odd of a question to ask. He'd tell her who he really was eventually, but for now he would keep up the guise of being Fiyero. He'd rest for now, and later tonight, he'd sneak out and search for the missing residents of the castle.
Ezekiel remained quiet for a moment. The nanny suggested that, under the guise of Fiyero, he could order the troops into battle, and mount a rescue operation. Could he ask them to risk their lives on his account? He wanted to help Fae, but there would surely be casualties if a battle broke out. Before, he would have done it without hesitation. Before, he was ruthless. No, he wouldn't be that man anymore. Ra had helped him down the right path, he would stay true to it. He looked up at Fae. "We don't need the troops. I'll go alone. All i need is information on where they are. " He announced. He'd likely get an odd look from Fae, as though he were insane. Perhaps he was, but he wouldn't risk the lives of strangers to repay his debt. Besides, there was no guarantee they'd even believe he was Fiyero. "If they're still alive, I'll bring them here." Beucette followed behind Lucia after being cut out of a Manticore. The thing dropped some good loot. It was a shame she didn't get it. As they regrouped with the others, she heard Lucia say that they should look for the monsters, and take their treasure. "Yeah. I'm with her. Ya know, if we wanted to know the right path to take all the treasure we can, someone could use their question from the Oracle to take us along the proper path, right by all the treasure and to the end. 'course, that'd mean usin' yer only question on that. We'd probably be able to do the same thing without it, it'd just be more of an ordeal. I already used mine, so it's up to anyone who's got theirs left to decide it."
The entire inhabitants of the castle had been...kidnapped? Ezekiel was visibly surprised by this. "Where have they gone? Can we go after them? Do you think they're still alive?" He asked, but the old woman hadn't finished her story yet. She told of the resistance that each of them had put up, but in the end they all failed and were captured. He was silent for a moment, thinking it over. Evidently, they seemed to think Fae could rescue this royal family of theirs. Though, they didn't have much to go on. "Well? Is the trust misplaced? Do you intend on going after them?" Ezekiel questioned. He'd leave it up to her whether or not they wanted to pursue. For all they knew, they could already be dead by the time they got there. Though, she'd saved his life. If she wanted to try and rescue them, he'd do everything in his power to help her. Perhaps then, his debt to the woman would be repaid. He was confident that, should they have to fight their captors, that he'd be able to handle most of them. He wasn't Ascended anymore, but he was still a powerful wizard. Alright, so, turns out they picked the right path. Well, not the right path, but it was the path to the right, and the path she wanted because there was a monster there and...you know what there was a monster and they got experience so strike raid.
Beucette looked to one side as Malkira walked off, going left. Meanwhile Mizuki trailed off to the right. "Uh, i dunno about all y'all, but i don't think splittin' up is a very good idea. I mean, it IS a maze in an ancient ruin, and one of the ways has gotta be wrong. I know that we can like track each other and everything, but still. Wrong turns usually lead to like...pits to hell or somethin'. God knows why they're in here. No wait that's the desert...Probably giant axe blades or spike walls or somethin' like that. But you know what Black X means trouble, Trouble means things to kill, the oracle said that i need to kill **** to upgrade my sword." So, she turned right and ran after the two, putting her arms around their shoulders. "Heeeey~" Now, one of them was probably considering killing her. The other probably wasn't. Yet, anyway.
Ezekiel was a bit disappointed that she didn't know anything about Fiyero. He sighed, and listened to her explain what she knew. Evidently, she'd been grieving for some time. This woman had been caretaker to her sister, Nessa, who hadn't been able to walk. Whether it was due to an injury, or she was simply very young wasn't specified. He sat in silence for a moment, before remembering when they'd first arrived. "When we came to you, you seemed afraid of something. You had the door barricaded. Is there some kind of danger here? I may be able to help you, especially given that Fae saved my life." He offered. If there was something he could do to help them, then perhaps he could repay the debt he owed her
Ezekiel entered the room along with Fae. Immediately, she asked who he was, and Fae introduced him as Fiyero. Fiyero? Ezekiel looked curiously at her, though said nothing for the moment. He simply watched the interaction between the two. It wasn't long after that Fae had been sent away, to fetch some water and the old woman turned to him. "Someone who's traveled far as you... all the way from earthland oh boy, needs some pills for sure." He considered taking the pills, but decided against it. There was nothing overly wrong with him at the moment. Nothing rest wouldn't fix, at least. He shook his head. "It would seem she's mistaken me for someone else...That would explain her reaction when we first met. Tell me, who is Fiyero? It must be someone important to her."
