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Final: Red
Again time seems to blur, the waves of monsters seem endless, the light out of reach until suddenly they are there. At the light that until then had been on the horizon.
Four columns of white marble stretch upwards into the sky, connected by a marble floor. Inside, floating in the air there are birdcages. Each one is filled with light, a light that sometimes shifts, looking almost like a person. A flick of hair, a scaled tail. But for the most part the light is formless. There is music, a mournful tune that ebbs and wanes. Wordless, a melody that isn't quite there.
But it may be the voidtreckers are more distracted by the form in the centre of the marble. A huge creature, somewhat resembling a jellyfish floats. Tendrils reach out to brush over the birdcages, making the song go sharp and jagged, dimming the lights for a moment.
Inside the mass they will see another light, faint but pulsing, struggling. Behind the creature there is an empty plinth. The creature shifts, blue energy rippling across the tendrils as it seems to sense the voidtreckers.
A skittering behind them will let the void warriors know they have more company. Crabs behind them, this beast in front, it is time to fight.
Even if part way through they might get a little distracted
Four columns of white marble stretch upwards into the sky, connected by a marble floor. Inside, floating in the air there are birdcages. Each one is filled with light, a light that sometimes shifts, looking almost like a person. A flick of hair, a scaled tail. But for the most part the light is formless. There is music, a mournful tune that ebbs and wanes. Wordless, a melody that isn't quite there.
But it may be the voidtreckers are more distracted by the form in the centre of the marble. A huge creature, somewhat resembling a jellyfish floats. Tendrils reach out to brush over the birdcages, making the song go sharp and jagged, dimming the lights for a moment.
Inside the mass they will see another light, faint but pulsing, struggling. Behind the creature there is an empty plinth. The creature shifts, blue energy rippling across the tendrils as it seems to sense the voidtreckers.
A skittering behind them will let the void warriors know they have more company. Crabs behind them, this beast in front, it is time to fight.
Even if part way through they might get a little distracted
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No, he has to keep fighting. Seeing Xue Yang and the young, knifed girl whose name Sven doesn't know rounding on the beast's underside galvanises him. Despite the muscles in his legs flaring with a completely different kind of burning sensation he keeps on running, dashing in different directions between shots as he tries to whittle down the thing's health and distract its tendrils from the others.
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The release of the captives seemed to be well in hand, even though rifle fire was an unorthodox but strangely effective method. The enormous jellyfish was proving to be the most trouble. If they could get a clear shot of the body, they might be able to end this. She decided that the best way to help was by adding another angle of attack and stealing even more of the jellyfish’s attention. She circled around the perimeter of the fight, stabbing the occasional crab that crossed her path, and found an empty spot out of tentacle’s reach to base herself. She darted in close, targeting the tendrils with her spear and trying to draw them away from defending the body.
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More goo is released in a wave as Xue Yang's sword drags its way down the body, the arrows thunk into it and it writhes again, tentacles once more lashing out, cracking with purple energy blasting out at Sven, Xue Yang and the girl.
One tendril lashed out at Lightning, towards her legs in an attempt to knock her off balance. More tendrils flashed towards Rose, trying to parry her spear, tendrils curling around it to fend off her attacks.
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So he launched himself at another cage, near missing, but it was his Light Buddies encouraging songs that helped give him the boost he needed to pull himself up and free yet another of their friends.
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Fire alighted from the top of the hilt and sprung up in a spiral along the polished wooden blade. Adrenaline pushed him forward and he dashed before Light, sweeping low with his blade and intercepting the tendril coming for her legs. The blade may look like wood but it cuts as well as any steel, slashing the tendril and sending embers spitting and steam coiling through the air.
"Not a chance!"
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Now, he was angry.
And also running on fumes, but mostly angry.
Rising up above the birdcages, he circles around the battlefield, building up speed and surging all the power he had left into his fists.
And then he charges directly at the jellyfish, planning on slamming a massive ball of ghost ice into it at a stupidly high speed.
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She grits her teeth into a snarl at the incoming tendril. If she dodges, the spells end, and she's not sure if she'll be upright for another round. If she dodges, Tobias takes the hit instead of her, and the gunfire and increasing number of lights spinning around them tells her that's not acceptable. But none of them are doing this alone, and her faith is rewarded when Sven cuts in, despite looking just as bad as she feels.
Everyone's doing their best.
She braces, and keeps going.
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The ice blast hit the jelly along with the fire from the sword sending it reeling backwards, more goo oozing from it as is whipped out tendrils again, trying to grab limbs and weapons and fling them aside into the marble columns.
It seems smaller than before though, as goo continues to ooze out of the cuts.
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Growling and sweating with exertion, Sven pushed his power into the Petals of Nil. He splashed gracelessly down on one knee as the glow inside of him dimmed, the weapon expanding into a huge shield with a wide, flared top and broad sides that taper into a shallow point. It was a good few inches taller than Sven. Flames flickered along the engravings in the charred black wood, and steam rose with a hiss when Sven rested the burning base atop the surface of the water. He hunkered before Light and 47, holding the shield at an angle above them. It was much lighter than a solid wooden shield its size had any right to be--though still heavier than Sven was used to, thanks to that damn block keeping the Petals of Nil from freely channelling his power. He whispered a prayer in the ancient language of the gods, keeping his screaming muscles alert and ready to slam the shield back against anything that tried to intercept it.
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He slams into one of the marble columns and slides down to the ground. And a ring of light passes over him as he loses his grasp on his ghost form, leaving him lying there as a human.
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Until he caught sight of Danny flying past to slam into a pillar.
He broke free of Nerdanel and stumbled his way over to him and crouched down to check his pulse... And then near burst out laughing. He quickly pushed down on that before it turned into something else. "Alright, Casper, lets get you outta here." He grabbed Danny under his arms and started tugging him away and to the side, as far away from the flailing tendrils as he could get. Then he stayed there, swaying on his feet, daggers in hand. The creature was nearing the end, it was clear... All he had to do was keep this one safe and soon it would be over.
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The hitman swiveled to blast a crab out of his way as he sidestepped past Lightning to Sven's side and then pivoted back around to face the jellyfish. He knelt down below the shield and, careful not to touch his cover for once, peered out from around it.
The assassin took careful aim and shot a burst of gunfire at the jellyfish. His intended shot: the main body, blasting through one of its open wounds, trying to get the blaster bolt to penetrate as deep as possible.
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All her bits seemed to be in working order and even though it hurt to breathe, she was used to working through pain. She’d lost her spear when she’d been sent flying, though. She considered one of the numerous crab corpses littering the floor with an appraising eye. She knew from personal experience that its claws were both strong and sharp. She could work with that. She stepped on a pincer, grabbing a single claw and separating it with a crunch.
Newly armed, she watched her teammate take aim. Attacks on the main body had proven to be most effective, but not if the tentacles were still able to block. She charted a path that wouldn’t get her caught in the crossfire and headed back into the fray, stabbing at tendrils with her makeshift dagger.
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She clings desperately to the emptiness, knowing it's the only thing keeping her up. Jellyfish are the most stupid thing she has ever fought.
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The song reaches fever pitch and as the dark energy flies out to strike the voidtreckers the lights shine ever so brightly, covering the whole area with an almost blinding glow, shielding the fighters.
Dark energy hits blinding light, the song stops as does the crackling, as if one has absorbed the other leaving a silence that is almost deafening.
The light inside the jellyfish moves for the first time, expanding to envelope Xue Yang as he makes his attack.
The attack from the inside along with the attacks from Rose, 47 and the others blasting it from outside hit the jellyfish solidly. It quivers and then explodes. Goo splatters everywhere raining down on the fighters.
The lights rejoice, their song returning. This time it is one of pure joy.
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Duo lifted his head to look only to find his little light buddies had shielded them...
And then it was quiet.
So quiet...
And then it seems like everything moves at once. Attacks hit the jelly, sound rushes back, and then goo. Goo everywhere. Duo gets splattered. They all get splattered, though since he was half covering Danny he at least escaped some of it.
Slowly he sat himself up, pushing himself up on shaky limbs to sit down on his butt as the lights sang for them... And he threw his head back gave a victorious whoop before he started to laugh.
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Huh, they did it.
"Not bad," she rasps, meaning to follow up with a good work, or something a little more inspiring. Once she can think of it... Her hands fall, now crystal up to the wrist, and a second later so does she, entirely unconscious.
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Joyous song surged around them and he drew slowly to his feet, turning the Petals of Nil back to an upright angle. Slime splattered around his bare feet, seeping between his toes, but he was too numb to pay it mind. They...did they do it?
The broad wooden shield before him collapsed in on itself, the Petals of Nil reverting back into an innocent decoration. Sven kept himself together just long enough to see the precious item safely back into his hair before his legs give out under him, bringing him to his knees. He sinks back against Light, drained but with a relieved smile on his face.
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He shook his gun once just to make sure any larger splatters of goo didn't cling to it and then slung it over his shoulder as he stood up. He would be the last to admit that he was even remotely tired after their hard days of near ceaseless fighting as they waded their way to this area and then fought the giant jellyfish at the end. There was one last piece of the mission to complete before he could call it a day after all: getting back out.
47 turned his vision away from the defeated foe and looked down at the two team members at his feet already passed out from exhaustion. He hummed softly in the back of his throat and knelt down by them again, reaching out first for Lightning and then Sven to check their vitals. He didn't think they were hit too bad but he wanted to make sure. After a quick check to confirm they were just unconscious, he began the process of gathering Lightning to throw over his shoulder.
That was when it occurred to him that they now had proper communicators. He could report in the team's success for once.
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His eyes glance over the other red team members, seeing that some are doing better then others. He isn't used to working with a team but he can't say it was completely unpleasant. Not that he would say such a thing out loud.
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She surveyed the condition of the others, noting that they’d lost some of their number to what was hopefully only exhaustion. The joyous song of the lights seemed to signal victory and boosted the mood, but did nothing against the fatigue of what felt like a days-long fight. Still, it was no time to drop her guard. They weren’t safely aboard the train yet and there were unconscious teammates to protect.
She stood and tried her best to remove the worst of the goop from herself. If her movements weren’t as quick or as smooth as usual? Well, it’d been a long day.
Rose gathered up her lost weapons, cleaning them of goo with a sharp flick of her wrists, and went over to check on the girl. She’d handled herself well but some of those hits were a bit much to take, even for the more durable adults. “Alright?”
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She wriggles her fingers and toes to make sure that that isn't the case, they still work and she starts to pick herself up. They aren't safe yet, the lights are singing but they are still in this place. Wherever it is.
She grinned at the woman exhaustedly. "Yes?" She doesn't sound sure and probably quite rightly as her legs all of a sudden decided they couldn't hold her weight after all and she fell back down with a crash.
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Rose had been told that the SCAs could teleport you back to the train in case of emergency. She’d never tried it herself and personally wasn’t eager to end up in a luggage, but she admitted that it would make things easier. Especially as she had no idea how they would make their way back to the island. It might be better for the girl to return to the train for a proper rest, but that wasn’t Rose’s decision to make. “SCA out or stay?”
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She had, it had been a hard fight and she wasn't the only fighter on the ground. That made her feel a bit better at least, even if it felt like her legs were made from jellyfish themselves.
She glanced at the SCA but the lights were beginning to move and she tilted her head. "I do be wanting to be staying." She wouldn't be much help, but it wasn't like they couldn't evacuate out later once this was over.
"What do they be doing?"
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I am so late on these I am so sorry