Kings and Queens of Wishful Thinking [Saga/DE] Feb 9, 2017 23:46:51 GMT
Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 23:46:51 GMT
Another of the Wild Hunt members died, consumed by flame, leaving only three of the original five. They had known this was probably suicidal when they arrived. None of them cared. They had, to a one, inherited their father's cavalier attitude towards death. If their aid kept their father alive, good. If not, they would meet each other once more in the afterlife. After all, they were born from one being, and to that being they'd return. Scattering, they withdrew from Accordio, bringing their staffs to bear, and attempting to flee the scene. Their job had been done.
As Jala interposed herself, Bastion snorted. Reaching onto his back, the tree withdrew a massive, cleaver-like blade. Nobody there would recognize it, or understand it's significance. It was forged by Walker's own hands, on the floating island of Avalon, on the day he first decided that he could no longer sit idly by. That decision had finally culminated in today's events. As the roundhouse shot towards him, he barely managed to bring the flat around, stopping the strike. Fully unsheathing it, he whirled it through the air, then dove towards Jala, the humming steel burning with the tree's own Ki. "Have at thee. You fight for your ideals, I fight for mine."
As Habana dipped out of the way of the tail attack, the kick struck her across the side, and the follow-up slammed into her jaw, sending her careening around the battlefield. It was also apparent, however, that the woman was managing to at least retain some semblance of control. That would just have to be dealt with.
As she began better handling his barrage, Walker decided to up the Ante. She had dealt well enough with 5 limbs. Now she would have to deal with 7. His arms seemed to crack in half, quickly reforming into two distinct sets of limbs, four arms in total.
In that moment, however, the queen took the offensive. She had apparently been waiting for, and received, and opening. Her Ki blade stabbed towards the tree, and if he had not had a reach advantage on her due to his height and build, it might well have been perforating him. As it was, he was taking a slash or stab that he did not block, with slightly more damage on his hands where it managed to slip past his own ki-infused claws. That tail was quite annoying, though. Frowning, his eyes narrowed, and as the whipping limb came flying towards him, he responded to the whip in kind, bringing his own tail up and around.
The tail whip that he delivered, however, was intended not to block, but to cut. The tree's significantly stronger ki had sharpened his tail like a blade, and he moved to de-tail the ruler, his hands suddenly lashing out to grab her arms and attempting to stop her from moving out of the way. He did not fully understand the cultural attachment, but he did know that unlike himself, Saiyans did not regenerate limbs quite easily. Zuccetta's robotic arm was proof of that. He could feel his energy returning, just like Habana's likely was. On either side, Dion and Shemha's energy was charging, almost on the level of his own.
Considering the situation, he flared his energy slightly, the crackling of the purple flames increasing for a second. There were several things he could do, depending on how they responded. It seemed Shemha was not going to leave, nor was Accordio. In this next clash, however, one of them would be eliminated. A shame. He was not about to hesitate, however. When his dream was accomplished, and nobody could stand against it, perhaps he could let them understand why he had done this. Not that they were likely to forgive him, but for Order, sacrifices had to be made. It wasn't as if it was that much of a sacrifice, after all. It was only Heaven or Hell. Most likely Heaven for some of them. After all, they were good people. That was precisely the problem.
Walker: 3/3 KP
[(UT)Four Witches Activated]
[(UT)Four Witches Activated]
Bastion: 2/3 KP
Wild Hunt Soldiers: 2/3 KP