Zodiak stood in his own little corner, completely surrounded by the Hastur clones. As each approached, he slammed crushing blows into them, causing them to either back away or crumble at his feet, before making follow-up attacks, either with his own body or with the body of another clone. He had a few cuts and scrapes, as well as bruises, but it wasn’t slowing him down. He kept his eyes dashing between his foes, adeptly taking each one on with precision and accuracy. After a bit, he started getting a rhythm to their attacks and they seemed to become easier to crush instead of harder.
Exhausted, beat to hell, and desperate, Ledono and Birusu looked at each other and nodded. “I think it is time, sister,” Birusu stated.
“I agree. Without me, there might not be another way to bring us back,” Ledono warned.
“Oh, there is a way. We trust in the mortals.” Birusu grinned. “But if that doesn’t happen, know that through all these years, after all our feuding… we are still sisters, and I wouldn’t want to go out with anyone else at my side.”
“Agreed.” Ledono gasped her sister’s arms, and the two rose up, slowly spinning around eachother. “Ranseca! Take care of everyone!”
The messenger goddess’ eyes widened, and yelled to everyone, “Gather in a circle around Sancros!”
“Can it be a sphere?” Faith asked sarcastically from above the circle once most of them had gathered.
“Easier said than done!” Titania called out, a cut to her cheek in the exact same spot as her bullet wound caused her to lash out at Jerindek with a kick, and dashed away towards the circle grabbing Mags and Kva along the way. “You and I are cuddling after this, Kva…”
Ranseca started circling around them, moving faster and faster and faster. Any of the Hastur clones that tried to get at them were simply knocked away. Jay had to cut off his attack to prevent it from bouncing back in, giving Yog a chance to recover and prepare a strike, but it was too late. A torrent of power was erupting from the rapidly spinning sisters, electricity and energy blasting off them as they spun in a blur. Ranseca moved even faster, and faster, and faster still. She looked into the circle, and noted one person was missing. Searching the room, she found the God of the Hunt slowly making his way through the storm.
“What are you doing?!” she cried out.
“Just trust me!” Reht'nar called back. As the sister’s power reached its peak, he leapt at them, grabbing Lodono. “They’re going to need you when this is over.”
“No!” Lodono cried out before being hurled into the top of the protective cone Ranseca was making just as everything went white.
Everything seemed to disappear in a void for a few moments. All about, the group found themselves in a serene field, flowers and trees abound, a fresh smell on a cool breeze passing by. Had they been transported to another place? Another time? They had little time to speculate as everything went white again, and they then found themselves back in the throne room.
The destruction was incredible. The walls were charred and barely standing, the roof had been completely blown off. The Hastur copies around the room all crumpled into dust, and the King and Queen of the gods fell to their knees, looking as they should, like they had taken an explosion to the face. Even Yog look winded, parts of his body breaking off and dropping to the ground. Birusu and Reht'nar were nowhere to be found, evaporated into less than dust.
Runseca stopped her running in the worst way possible, tripping and slamming into the ground with a crash. Moving so fast while weathering the explosion had left her frail and broken, looking on death’s door. Her hair had even turned white.
Titania arrived at her side, tears staining her face. “Why? Why did you…? When this would happen…?” She choked out, cradling her mother’s head.
Ranseca coughed and smiled weakly. “I’ll be… f-fine… please, he’ll be up any second. Go… kick his...ass…”
Titania nodded, before briefly disappearing only to reappear to put Faith next to the near dead God. She charged angrily, her speed increasing as her body began groan at the exertion, raising her blade to cut the Older God down with a flurry of blows.
Faith radiated power, as she had just devoured her beans like they were candy. The resistance the wind put up against Titania’s attacks seemingly disappeared and her strikes seemed a lot faster and hit a lot harder, not to mention how it made the rest of her body feel more powerful. As Faith simultaneously casted all of these ridiculous magics, she was also healing Ranseca’s wounds. She grimaced at the noticeable drain of her mana and the few remaining beans that she had, not entirely efficient with her Light magic as her Wind, but she seemed to be managing well.
“Elma, get your ass over here! Now!” Jay called loudly as he added his own healing magic into the fray, knowing it would likely take the three of them to heal the dying Goddess.
“I’m kinda drained, that sorta happens when you make a lightning storm and make a conjured dragon!” Elma sad weakly walking to the goddess, she kneeled down and used her healing magic or at least as best she could with how little magic she had.
Faith looked out of the corner of her eye to Elma, not wanting to remove her main focus from Titania. “Come. Grab my hand. I’ll give you some of my mana.”
“Keep safe!” Skye yelled out, “I'll do it!”
“Skye what're you doing!?” Scathatch protested but her daughter has already flew over to Ranseca's side, using her powerful healing magic to recover her wounds.
“I do believe that a Goddess such as Ranseca doesn’t deserve this sort of fate. I will lend my own hand as well.” The White Knight calmly walked over, overpowering the healing capabilities of all four mages with one touch to the Goddess’ arm.
Her breathing steadied, and she gave them an uneasy smile as she slowly sat up. “Thank you all, but you should have saved that energy for yourselves,” she warned as Jerin and Xia slowly started to walk over, intent on taking out the healers.
Shadows slowly crept out from a certain individual as he stepped forward. Unsheathing his tanto with his good arm and raising his face mask up, he whispered. “Charter, you fight Jerin’dek. Erin, fire support. Ahusirra, help Titania.” With that brief bit of ordering, he was off his tanto trying to slip under the Queen’s guard and toward her neck, his shadows trying to deflect any attacks the Corrupted Goddess threw at him.
“Well… Good to know where I stand.” Zodiak commented, a little discouraged.
“Good I’ve been meaning to get my hands, and the man that harmed my sister!” Charter pulled out his sword, and charged the king of the gods. As he swung his sword the god blocked every blow, until Charter did something that was unbecoming to him. In the middle of attacking with his sword and his shield Charter kicked the god in the groin, catching the god off guard Charter then slashed his sword across the gods eyes blinding him. As Jerin yelled in pain he started to swing wildly not knowing were Charter was. Charter went behind the god and thrusted his sword into the gods kneen bringing him to the ground, and started bash his head repeatedly with his shield.
Jerin let out a blood curdling roar, nothing a sane man would expel, and a blast of energy knocked Charter away. He slowly rose to his feet, his bloody and mangled mess that was once his face very slowly recovering as he prepared for the next assault, relying on his ears while he waited for his eyes to recover.
Magdalene didn't want to allow him any rest, her hair inky black as she charged at the God, swiping at him multiple times a second. Even so, the God parried most of them, only a few superficial wounds getting through. Frustrated, Mags summoned another Scythe with her mind, the weapon attacking him autonomously from behind as she continued her pressure.
He wasn’t able to predict the attack, and even with all his power, he couldn’t defend from to sides at once. The Scythe pierced his chest, and he coughed up a mouth full of blood. Even so, he reached out and grabbed Mags, lifting her by her wool in one hand and punching her repeatedly in the stomach with the other.
The Sheep spit up a spatter of blood, feeling her ribs crack as she concentrated on Baphomet in her mind. Suddenly, the room went dark as the Nightgaunt took shape over her, his massive form only growing bigger as he manipulated reality. He slammed Jeren'dek off of Magdalene with a Savage backhand, bringing a fist down to try and crush him. Jeren’dek raised his arms to catch the fist. He grit his teeth, his boots scraped and the ground itself started to crack under the incredible pressure. He was pinned, and slipping.
As the Nightgaunt began to raise his other fist, his eyes caught a beam from Hastur, aimed right for the now vulnerable Mags. Acting quickly, and mostly on his instinct to protect her, he raised an obsidian wall out of nothing to stop it. However, something about the power of the Old One cared little for the physical barrier put in it's way. In a brief second it was disintegrated, Baphomet's last action being to block the attack with his body before it hit her. The attack slammed into his arm, the black limb crumbling into sand, then the shoulder, then the chest, and then there was nothing but a pile of fine powder. The fabric of the dreamspace crumbling much like he did.
Jerin slowly stood up. Yog’s laugh echoed through him as he slowly walked over to the downed Sheep Thrope to finish her off. “Baphomet, no!” Methos suddenly charged the King of the gods, her fist a burning white as she punched him. He slammed into the ground with enough force to crack both it and her skull, and Methos kept punching him, over and over again with tears in her eyes.
Eraqus rushed in and grabbed Mags, running away with her. “Faith, Elma! Lend me your energy!” Erin cried out, then started chanting softly.
Exhausted, beat to hell, and desperate, Ledono and Birusu looked at each other and nodded. “I think it is time, sister,” Birusu stated.
“I agree. Without me, there might not be another way to bring us back,” Ledono warned.
“Oh, there is a way. We trust in the mortals.” Birusu grinned. “But if that doesn’t happen, know that through all these years, after all our feuding… we are still sisters, and I wouldn’t want to go out with anyone else at my side.”
“Agreed.” Ledono gasped her sister’s arms, and the two rose up, slowly spinning around eachother. “Ranseca! Take care of everyone!”
The messenger goddess’ eyes widened, and yelled to everyone, “Gather in a circle around Sancros!”
“Can it be a sphere?” Faith asked sarcastically from above the circle once most of them had gathered.
“Easier said than done!” Titania called out, a cut to her cheek in the exact same spot as her bullet wound caused her to lash out at Jerindek with a kick, and dashed away towards the circle grabbing Mags and Kva along the way. “You and I are cuddling after this, Kva…”
Ranseca started circling around them, moving faster and faster and faster. Any of the Hastur clones that tried to get at them were simply knocked away. Jay had to cut off his attack to prevent it from bouncing back in, giving Yog a chance to recover and prepare a strike, but it was too late. A torrent of power was erupting from the rapidly spinning sisters, electricity and energy blasting off them as they spun in a blur. Ranseca moved even faster, and faster, and faster still. She looked into the circle, and noted one person was missing. Searching the room, she found the God of the Hunt slowly making his way through the storm.
“What are you doing?!” she cried out.
“Just trust me!” Reht'nar called back. As the sister’s power reached its peak, he leapt at them, grabbing Lodono. “They’re going to need you when this is over.”
“No!” Lodono cried out before being hurled into the top of the protective cone Ranseca was making just as everything went white.
Everything seemed to disappear in a void for a few moments. All about, the group found themselves in a serene field, flowers and trees abound, a fresh smell on a cool breeze passing by. Had they been transported to another place? Another time? They had little time to speculate as everything went white again, and they then found themselves back in the throne room.
The destruction was incredible. The walls were charred and barely standing, the roof had been completely blown off. The Hastur copies around the room all crumpled into dust, and the King and Queen of the gods fell to their knees, looking as they should, like they had taken an explosion to the face. Even Yog look winded, parts of his body breaking off and dropping to the ground. Birusu and Reht'nar were nowhere to be found, evaporated into less than dust.
Runseca stopped her running in the worst way possible, tripping and slamming into the ground with a crash. Moving so fast while weathering the explosion had left her frail and broken, looking on death’s door. Her hair had even turned white.
Titania arrived at her side, tears staining her face. “Why? Why did you…? When this would happen…?” She choked out, cradling her mother’s head.
Ranseca coughed and smiled weakly. “I’ll be… f-fine… please, he’ll be up any second. Go… kick his...ass…”
Titania nodded, before briefly disappearing only to reappear to put Faith next to the near dead God. She charged angrily, her speed increasing as her body began groan at the exertion, raising her blade to cut the Older God down with a flurry of blows.
Faith radiated power, as she had just devoured her beans like they were candy. The resistance the wind put up against Titania’s attacks seemingly disappeared and her strikes seemed a lot faster and hit a lot harder, not to mention how it made the rest of her body feel more powerful. As Faith simultaneously casted all of these ridiculous magics, she was also healing Ranseca’s wounds. She grimaced at the noticeable drain of her mana and the few remaining beans that she had, not entirely efficient with her Light magic as her Wind, but she seemed to be managing well.
“Elma, get your ass over here! Now!” Jay called loudly as he added his own healing magic into the fray, knowing it would likely take the three of them to heal the dying Goddess.
“I’m kinda drained, that sorta happens when you make a lightning storm and make a conjured dragon!” Elma sad weakly walking to the goddess, she kneeled down and used her healing magic or at least as best she could with how little magic she had.
Faith looked out of the corner of her eye to Elma, not wanting to remove her main focus from Titania. “Come. Grab my hand. I’ll give you some of my mana.”
“Keep safe!” Skye yelled out, “I'll do it!”
“Skye what're you doing!?” Scathatch protested but her daughter has already flew over to Ranseca's side, using her powerful healing magic to recover her wounds.
“I do believe that a Goddess such as Ranseca doesn’t deserve this sort of fate. I will lend my own hand as well.” The White Knight calmly walked over, overpowering the healing capabilities of all four mages with one touch to the Goddess’ arm.
Her breathing steadied, and she gave them an uneasy smile as she slowly sat up. “Thank you all, but you should have saved that energy for yourselves,” she warned as Jerin and Xia slowly started to walk over, intent on taking out the healers.
Shadows slowly crept out from a certain individual as he stepped forward. Unsheathing his tanto with his good arm and raising his face mask up, he whispered. “Charter, you fight Jerin’dek. Erin, fire support. Ahusirra, help Titania.” With that brief bit of ordering, he was off his tanto trying to slip under the Queen’s guard and toward her neck, his shadows trying to deflect any attacks the Corrupted Goddess threw at him.
“Well… Good to know where I stand.” Zodiak commented, a little discouraged.
“Good I’ve been meaning to get my hands, and the man that harmed my sister!” Charter pulled out his sword, and charged the king of the gods. As he swung his sword the god blocked every blow, until Charter did something that was unbecoming to him. In the middle of attacking with his sword and his shield Charter kicked the god in the groin, catching the god off guard Charter then slashed his sword across the gods eyes blinding him. As Jerin yelled in pain he started to swing wildly not knowing were Charter was. Charter went behind the god and thrusted his sword into the gods kneen bringing him to the ground, and started bash his head repeatedly with his shield.
Jerin let out a blood curdling roar, nothing a sane man would expel, and a blast of energy knocked Charter away. He slowly rose to his feet, his bloody and mangled mess that was once his face very slowly recovering as he prepared for the next assault, relying on his ears while he waited for his eyes to recover.
Magdalene didn't want to allow him any rest, her hair inky black as she charged at the God, swiping at him multiple times a second. Even so, the God parried most of them, only a few superficial wounds getting through. Frustrated, Mags summoned another Scythe with her mind, the weapon attacking him autonomously from behind as she continued her pressure.
He wasn’t able to predict the attack, and even with all his power, he couldn’t defend from to sides at once. The Scythe pierced his chest, and he coughed up a mouth full of blood. Even so, he reached out and grabbed Mags, lifting her by her wool in one hand and punching her repeatedly in the stomach with the other.
The Sheep spit up a spatter of blood, feeling her ribs crack as she concentrated on Baphomet in her mind. Suddenly, the room went dark as the Nightgaunt took shape over her, his massive form only growing bigger as he manipulated reality. He slammed Jeren'dek off of Magdalene with a Savage backhand, bringing a fist down to try and crush him. Jeren’dek raised his arms to catch the fist. He grit his teeth, his boots scraped and the ground itself started to crack under the incredible pressure. He was pinned, and slipping.
As the Nightgaunt began to raise his other fist, his eyes caught a beam from Hastur, aimed right for the now vulnerable Mags. Acting quickly, and mostly on his instinct to protect her, he raised an obsidian wall out of nothing to stop it. However, something about the power of the Old One cared little for the physical barrier put in it's way. In a brief second it was disintegrated, Baphomet's last action being to block the attack with his body before it hit her. The attack slammed into his arm, the black limb crumbling into sand, then the shoulder, then the chest, and then there was nothing but a pile of fine powder. The fabric of the dreamspace crumbling much like he did.
Jerin slowly stood up. Yog’s laugh echoed through him as he slowly walked over to the downed Sheep Thrope to finish her off. “Baphomet, no!” Methos suddenly charged the King of the gods, her fist a burning white as she punched him. He slammed into the ground with enough force to crack both it and her skull, and Methos kept punching him, over and over again with tears in her eyes.
Eraqus rushed in and grabbed Mags, running away with her. “Faith, Elma! Lend me your energy!” Erin cried out, then started chanting softly.