Fighting Headstrong in our Final Hour: Finale

[voidtreckermods]

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OUR FINAL HOUR: AND OUR FINAL FIGHT

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( PURPLE )

When the pieces come together, things move fast. On Chaos' world, to a background of lights and music, the life beacon is activated, the seals set, ready for the trap to be sprung.

"Be ready, Voidtreckers," comes through Anan's voice on their SCA's. "Fingers on your evacuation buttons. When I say go, you need to go."

All around them, another voice booms: the one and only Chaos's. LET THEM COME! LET THE SHOW BEGIN! Colours crash and swirl in the air as the world remakes itself, paths unravelling into day and midnight skies, trees dispersing into waterfalls with no beginning or end. A feeling of dread invades as the sky begins to darken with very familiar shapes.

"Good luck, Chaos! Now voidtreckers. Leave now!"

Hopefully they do, as Chaos begins fighting to keep the shapes occupied, creating illusionary world after illusionary world for them to chase; buying time for the voidtreckers to leave, and the seals to snap into place.

They evacuate, the familiar feeling of being taken... But they do not arrive in the luggage carriage...

( BLUE )

Those who travelled back in time to the previous voidtreckers had a much calmer time of things, successfully convincing Vian and her crew to travel back with them. Anchoring on the way back, they find, is even more difficult, as they must keep hold of the old crew at the same time as they swim back through that ocean of void.

In some ways though, it is easier to return - as if their tethers know the way to go. They travel through the colours, and those acting as the stationary anchors reach out to grab them, pulling them back onto the voidtrecker express.

They are there long enough to know that they succeeded, to see the previous crew be pulled into the present by the ministry helpers and then...

( RED )

Eventually the maelstrom of energy stops. Their heads are still spinning but the storm is over, the energy safely passed from one place to another. They can let go and as they move from the link they are back.

Back with the Inspectors in the void. A complete and healed void. There is no rift to be seen, no shapes to avoid, just the ever shifting void all around them.

There is a moment, to appreciate what has been achieved before they feel a pull, feel themselves moving, being dragged into the void itself...

( ORANGE )

Eventually the maelstrom of energy stops. Their heads are still spinning but the storm is over, the energy safely passed from one place to another. They can let go and as they move from the link they are back.

They are no longer in the terrifying space of nothing, but instead in space itself. A space broken and destroyed but existent in a way that might not be any better for those who once lived here but is fundamentally better in the grand scheme of things considering what it had been before.

They don't have much time to contemplate it though as they feel a tug, something calling them and the remnants of system #1015 disappear from their eyes as they are pulled somewhere else...

( EVERYONE )

They all appear on what seems to be a plaform made of void colours. It is large, with more than enough space to hold the voidtreckers and to allow movement.

However, off the edges is a dizzying darkness, a nothingness that is terrifying to look at. They know instinctively that to step off the platform would mean more than death.

And, unfortunately, they are not alone. The void itself seems to be taking form above them, shifting into a solid creature.

You should not be here. It's not spoken, but it's a message felt in the voidtreckers's very being. They know this manifestation wants them gone, to have them unravel completely. It towers above them, and an arm comes down, wielding what seems to be a whip of void energy. It tries to sweep at them, to push them closer to the edge.

If that wasn't bad enough, smaller forms made of void energy appear, with far too many limbs made of tendrils of void rushing for the voidtreckers.

If they want to survive, to exist in any form, then they must fight - and fight hard.

Comments

Boss Battle

[voidtreckermods]

The giant creature wields a whip that seems to be made of void energy itself, a large arm sweeps across the voidtreckers, trying to knock them to the edges of the platform.

(OOC: For this part please all reply in one single thread. Each round will be marked by an NPC tag and then each character may tag once before the next round begins. If you are late joining or miss a round don’t worry! Just tag into the most recent round and either assume your character was always there or got caught up with the smaller void monsters that are attacking everyone.)

[weifinder]

Wei Wuxian is initially swept aside, catching himself and anchoring to the platform as everything registers, his music temporarily paused. He tries to get a feel for what's even happening, what this immense void energy is doing to his senses, and ends up catching someone else who was swept off their feet in the initial attack, leading to them both being on the ground, but safely still on platform.

[4starlowclasshero]

Goku certainly didn't remember being here, but he didn't let that bother him. This thing, this creature. This is what was causing everything to be destroyed.

And now it was aiming at them. To destroy them. And their worlds afterwards.

Goku would ignite his Super Saiyan Blue form and, using the super strength he got from Chaos' illusions so long ago, collided with the arm to stop it.

"This ends here! No more killing! No more destruction! I WON'T LET YOU DESTROY OUR WORLDS!"

[healerscorned]

[Nia stands firm, a glowing shield of gold hexagons forming in front of her to protect both herself and anyone behind her.]

Who the bloody hell cares if we belong or not? We're here anyway, and no way are we going to let you kill us just for existing!

[jingyeets]

Meanwhile Jingyi stares at the headache inducing reality they're now in, and curses under his breath. He's out of the way of the initial strike, and starts to strip down even as he pulls at his qiankun pouch.

"Can you use a bow?" he asks whoever's closest, which ends up being Hythlodaeus. He barely waits for an answer before he's tossing the bow and quivers of arrows toward the other Voidtrecker, then leaping upward and expanding in silvered light into full dragon form.

That edge has him on edge; with a whip of his tail, he soars toward the platform lip, eyes keen on using wind and his own body to catch anyone in danger of tumbling off.

[unrecovered]

There always has to be some big climactic boss fight, doesn't there. In Wash's case, evidently said boss fight always has to entail some form of multidimensional Lovecraftian nightmare with too many tentacles, and about the only thing differentiating it from the Hunger is the lack of eyes.

For fuck's sake.

He's not about to tangle with that whip, and his motion trackers are useless in this crush of people, but he's got other skills to bring to bear here: namely, leadership experience in clusterfuck combat.

...and Thaumaturgy.

"If you can fly or teleport, watch the edges and catch anyone who falls! If you have super strength, stop that arm!" It's loud - loud enough to be heard over the chaos. "If you can fight, defend someone who can't! If you can't fight, do what you can or dodge! No one goes down, and no one dies! We're getting through this together!"

[nutkrusher]

Cassie smirks and shoulders her rifle.

"Mark me down for 'All of the Above,' then."

She leaves her feet, floating toward the edge of the platform, then looses a charged grenade straight at the elbow of the giant arm.

Esteban Drake | Purple Team | OTA (CW: potential violence / blood?)

[crowneddragon]

..:: I - Final Destination ::..
It's disorienting. A moment they are settled near the rift, charges set, minds touching across distance. The rift closes. Success tip the scales, even just a bit, in their favour.

The next is a churn, a drop-- and Esteban falls, arms bracing for impact onto-- onto colour and voices made material, onto a void that is more full of-- of-- whatever it is that makes the void. He's disoriented, he's startled, his back itches, and he's back on his feet before he can think of any better solution.

Grav-con in hand. He's surprised to have his rope-dart as well. The air cracks with the tension of something, of nothing watching them, its hostility seeping into every nuance that surrounds them. Esteban can't turn his eyes away-- something is approaching, something is coming their way. But he can't help the "you okay?" that comes out of his mouth, immediately stretching a hand out to his nearest companion.

They can't afford to be caught by this-- by whatever this is-- without being ready to face it head on. But he can't... leave this hanging so heavy on them either, and he grins, forcing his eyes back to his companion.

"Time t' get crafty!" he cheers, spirits up, sharing the ease that settles over him.

"What's the plan?" Time to make up one on the fly, because they don't have time to strategize carefully here.

..:: II - Children's Games ::..
He hasn't practiced enough.

The grav-con is his better weapon, and it clicks in his hand as he darts, quick and sure-footed, a sunny smile and a cheerful lilt as he tries his best to keep everyone's mood up.

"Time to jump!" he warns anyone nearby, as the snap-hiss of the whip crosses the platform, rolling across like a particularly angry wave. He catches anyone who might not make it with quick hands into theirs, voice lifting in a tease. "Dance with me!~" he encourages, and the tiny hop has them above the energy-flail in a single second, gravity shifting like a stone in their stomach. There's still laughter in his lungs.

"I haven't played skip-rope since I was a sproutling," he snickers, loud enough to be heard over the din of the void that sputters and screams each time the thingcreaturebeinggodno-never-gods Nothing rears up behind them. Void or not, god or not, Esteban isn't about to lose his enthusiasm, even when faced against terrible odds.

"How 'bout you?" He asks merrily, because this is the perfect time to talk about old and nostalgic children's games.

..:: III - The End's Just Beginning ::..
It really is like skip-rope. Jump-rope? He's forgotten. Light-footed, he leaps over the whip once more, leaves it to hardier fighters to take down this Creature-God-Nothing while he focuses on the small things-- crawling creatures of colours untold and unknown.

Those-- those are a danger. They're surprisingly swift, and ebb and flow into waves, single-minded and quick, but taper each time that the whip rattles underfoot. Flattening to the ground like puddles, only to rise again once the danger has passed.

He's seen more than one VoidTrecker get caught in their blow, or their arms, and be held down until the whip cracked across the surface. Snared, then stunned, then pushed. Closer to the edge of Nothing, the edge of Never. They can't let these be a distraction for the fighters.

"Watch out for the Wigglers!" Is there even a name for these? Things? Esteban doesn't really know, but he throws one out there, because they can't just leave them unnamed right when they're fighting them.

Five of them are getting dangerously close to a VoidTrecker focused on something else, and Esteban has to call out to the nearest person, can't get through them all fast enough to protect anyone.

"Hey! Gimme a hand with these!" They turn, squiggles of colour and long, slender tendrils reaching, searching, seeking. Limbs sprout and draw away into a formless body at will, and more than one of them reach out to snatch at the two VoidTreckers currently approaching. Esteban leaps to avoid them, grav-con clicking in his hand, rope dart whistling through the air in the other.

Ahead of them, the whip of energy is drawn back, quiet for the moment, but twice as dangerous as their current prey.

..:: IV - Where The World Ends ::..
It's a bad timing. A moment where he hadn't paid attention; focused on the critters of shifting colours, their many limbs flailing like vines about him while he ducked and dodged around them. Darting on quick feet and quicker heartbeats, thrumming like a hummingbirds wings in his ears. Sidestep and sweep around one tendril, leap over the other. Too focused, too wary.

The racket of the whip doesn't catch up with him until his toes touch the ground, and Esteban gasps.

It burns. Sides sting and hiss where it's slammed into him, his arm raised automatically to catch the blow. Pain lashes at him. He bounces, thrown off, and the platform beneath him scrapes like stone into his skin where it shows. Burns through his clothes where it doesn't. Limbs loosen, fighting instinct to absorb the bounce as best he can.

Hands empty. Hands empty and the grav-con skitters out of his reach. He rolls. He rolls, and breathes, and tries to control the shiver in his limbs.

Get up. Get Up!

His left side still pulses, pain coming in burning waves and sound that rattles and pinches between his eyes and burrows in his bones. He shivers, leans onto his right side. Scrapes of sound make their way through the silence, the ringing. Echoes and voices and his vision swims a bit as he gulps air, stunned and startled, and dangerously, dangerously close to the edge.

An arm's length away, the void prowls, an empty beast of darkness and nothing waiting for the unwary to miss their step.

..:: V - Wildcard? ::..
[OOC: Esteban will roll with anything!]

IV

[healerscorned]

[Then suddenly, his vision clears and the burning fades, replaced with a cool feeling like standing in the rain. Nia stands not far from him, hands glowing and wearing a cheeky smirk.]

Go on Est, you can say it, "Nia's the best."

[crowneddragon]

[It still takes him three big gulps of air before he's less rattled, right hand coming to press against his side, his cheek with the worried wince of someone who still expects pain. Nothing. Just nothing. Esteban blinks wide blue eyes up to his companion, and the grin that perches on his lips is genuine, and wide, and cheery.]

Thanks, Nia! Y're the absolute best!" [he praises readily. She'd healed him before, yes, but this blow had been far greater and-- and not now when there's still a battle that rages around them!]

[It's far, far easier to jump up and bounce back to the ball of his feet, a spring to his step as he glances around them. Still full of Wigglers, still dangerous. One of them darts from beyond Nia and Esteban calls out a] "behind you!" [as he still strives to get himself back together again. He's missing his grav-con, but he's quick with his rope-dart, though he doubts he'll have the time to do anything before her.]

[Tendrils of colours shoot around in an effort to trip the small healer, reaching for her ankles in an attempt at a grapple.]

[healerscorned]

[Nia turns, her sword materializing in a flash. She swings it in a wide arc, a crescent blade of water flying from it.]

Hydro Blast!

[However, focused as she was on counterattacking, she doesn't notice the trip attempt. She falls flat on her arse as they successfully manage to Topple her.]

Crap!

[crowneddragon]

[He hasn't practiced enough for this-- and Nia is in his path. He can't aim for it-- he can't strike.]

[Esteban yelps, a wordless sound of worry and fury as he darts the short steps between them and reaches, half-blind, half-reaction without thinking too much about it. His fingers hook into fabric, high on her back, and with a yank, he pulls the healer out of the way, only seeing the splattered ruins of her prey once he's tugged her back to her feet. There's still worry in his eyes when he turns to her.]

"You okay?"

[healerscorned]

Myah!

[Nia yelps as she's dragged back to her feet, but calms down when she realizes it's Esteban.]

Yeah, I'm fine. It'll take a hell of a lot more than just a bruised arse to give me trouble, that's for sure. Still, these things are bloody annoying. Water Flower!

[Sharp pillars of water erupt from the platform to pierce through a void creature that was getting too close for Nia's comfort.]

childrens' games

[blue_ice]

Seto really isn't in the mood to play. His entire body is thrumming with adrenaline, acutely aware that if they lose here, it's all over. He's just one small fighter on the edge of nothingness, but he's not alone. And he has to keep fighting.

He's generally able to jump when needed, and manages it the first few times...but he's had to move to give the stronger fighters space, and he finds himself near Esteban. Time to jump again.

"...how are you this calm?" Fond exasperation creeps into his voice once more. Seto's not winded yet, but...oh, he'll probably get there. Looks like this'll be a long fight.

[crowneddragon]

He lets go of their less-agile companion, giving them a small push to reach out to a corner where a few people try to shield them from the worst of the battle. There's a small shrug into his shoulders as he simply accepts the sentiment, grinning and amused while he darts out of the way while someone else rushes by.

He's not... particularly impressed by all of this. Is he supposed to be?

"Maybe it's just?" He shrugs again. "Bein' raised with a dragon?" It's a bit hard to get scared at Big Things when they don't even have teeth to threaten him. Or claws. Or-- or many other things that would mean pain and horror instead of... this. Besides.

"I'm glad y're here. An' ev'ryone's here." Compared to the silence of the suits, the rift that drifted near and far, the sense of time and distance and colours that warped in his mind-- this is better. This is easier. And Esteban worried about his friends while they were apart, the gnawing through that something might happen, could happen to them. Here, he is present. He can help. He can stop anything coming too close to harming them.

And he can help them play skip-rope if that's part of it, his grin returning eagerly across his lips as he listens to the tell-tale rattle-roar of the weapon.

"We're gonna be fine! We're not doin' this alone." He encourages, and the redhead reaches with a warm hand to tap at Seto's shoulder, a firm touch to reassure him. Then comes the grin, cheeky as always, as he adds a genuine "an' I'm glad y're safe for one. One less worry, y'know?" Rather than the giant Thing-monster-god-Creature, this, this had been his true worry. That others were in trouble. That his friends were in trouble, and he couldn't help.

"Daia was fine, last I saw him--" he adds, "though not since we got here. How 'bout on your side?" he asks-- because Lioriley was with Orange team last he'd heard.

[blue_ice]

Seto's still on high-alert, waiting for another tendril sweep or surprise attack. But they're watching each other's backs, and there's time to dodge---which he's grateful for. He smiles a little, warmly patting Esteban's arm as he takes in the sight of the battle.

His friends are scattered, but they're holding their own for the most part. His eyes drift over allies in orange, red, purple, blue...and even a few dragons, which gets a twinge of envy from him.

"I missed you too. Looks like most people are okay, but---come on!" There's something swinging low again. He jumps, glaring after it.

[crowneddragon]

This time, he was the one to almost miss the rattle-roar of the energy sweep, and Esteban startles into the air, back itching, a bit spooked from the sudden leap. He sends a grateful grin towards his companion, toes tapping back gently onto the void-shifting floor.

There's little to no surprise as Seto starts guiding him, and Esteban nods eagerly, himself worried about the people he hasn't seen in a few hours. He'd like to find Daia, Kitty and Allen. Names start pouring in, faces of the people he's come to care for, that he's gotten attached to. Najaran has to be around here with Knight and Thunderbeak. Romeo-- Romeo!

He pushes the feeling aside, knows that the small VoidTreckers are, themselves, well-used to these high-risks mission. It doesn't help the dryness of his throat, but he can hold onto this until he can see them for himself.

"D'you have any idea where they might be?" 'They' is vague here, but Esteban kind of knows what they're trying to accomplish. A quick tally of everyone they care about, because they need to make sure they're fine. There's a few shields seen here and there, a light shimmer that flickers on the platform of dancing colours, small spots of protections where the non-combatants might find some respite from it. But he is more than willing to watch Seto's back as they make their way through the battlefield.

[blue_ice]

Seto scans the battlefield as best he can. It's hard with the constant flashes of light, spells and swinging tentacles and all, but he tries to follow where the projectiles are coming from.

"Yugi was with an army of Kuriboh---round brown fluffy things. I think Jou's turned into a black dragon. I see other dragons---?"

So many dragons. Why is everyone a dragon except him? He frowns as he starts forward, and something flicks at him in the darkness. He throws himself to the ground to avoid it, but---ugh, gotta jump up and move! This is the worst. He scrambles upright and charges forward.

I. Final destination

[persona_non_ratta]

Madre Maria... what was he even looking at?! How... what... how could they fight something like this?! The question someone asks him seems almost idiotic under the circumstances, but it does snap him out of the panic spiral he was in danger of falling into. Kinda. "No, I'm not OK!", he said. "How are you... why do you think I'd have a plan?!"

[crowneddragon]

Oh, it's Bruno! Esteban grins despite his companion's erratic worry-- he's not entirely sure where Bruno was but he's fairly, fairly certain he hadn't been with red team last he checked. A glance along the platform reveals far higher numbers; blues and purples and oranges and reds, and people, people.

They're fine. They're fine, and the relief of seeing everyone out here far outweighs the creature that rises from the Nothing, that surges from the Empty like some disgruntled god that got woken up from their nap.

Esteban's not religious enough to care.

"Oh, I dunno," he snickers lightly. He remembers literally herding cats with Bruno, and from what he can tell, the stressed human hadn't the-- uh-- clearest plan ongoing. But that's fine. Just the fact that he's here is a good thing, and Esteban is not the best at planning, but he can help! Probably. Maybe.

"But hey. It's gonna be okay!" No plan, an entity from the Void's depths, a platform of colours that shift and sing under their feet, and still, Esteban finds relief in it all. "I'm with you!"

And it might not be much, but he's still glad for it, calm underneath his relentless enthusiasm.

"We should-- uh-- Find somewhere safe." First and foremost. He's not the best at making plans either, but he thinks Bruno could use a safe haven, a place where things are quieter. More than that-- more personal than that.

"Who d'you wanna find?" It's a bit of a gamble. If Esteban is worried about his friends, would find more strength and peace of mind to find them in the cacophony that starts growing around them, he bets Bruno could use the same thing right about now. People he trusts. People he loves. They are always at their strongest when surrounded by those they care about-- or at least, that's what the redhead believes.

47 | HITMAN

[rieper]

I. This is the Beginning

This whole mission had been disorientating and arriving unexpectedly at the new destination was no exception to the fact. 47 tensed his hands into fists as he looked around the new surroundings. Another void of space, crazy, impossible, yet real. And in the middle of it a form took shape. An aggressive one from the sound of it.

He didn't much care for what it had to say. It was meaningless babble to him. A rage that meant nothing to him, a petulant response to their presence here. A pity for it. There were many of them. And they all struggled to survive no matter what they were told, time and time again.

The hitman didn't waste much time getting to business. This was not his first rodeo diving into a chaotic battlefield and it would not be his last.

"Watch out," he said calmly as he threw out charges in a semi-circle around him. "Avoid them." Because they were made to be motion sensitive. As luck would have it, a void monster rushed directly into one and 47's point was made for him as an explosion blasted the monster to bits. He tossed one last charge to replace the one lost.

Defensive barrier created, 47 pulled out his blaster rifle and began to fire at the large entity. His shots didn't appear to do much damage but he kept at it anyway. Until he caught the sound of another monster coming after him. He swiveled around and aimed the rifle without hesitation, fired. It was hard to miss at this range. It also meant the shot went straight through with minimal damage. But that didn't deter the assassin. He aimed higher and fired again. This time the creature's...head, if it could be called that, broke apart on impact and the creature dissipated.

Thus the battle began.

This is the End

"Watch out!"

The shout was followed quickly by four rapid shots, two from a projectile pistol and two from a blaster pistol. He was duel wielding weapons at this point, having run out of ammo for the blaster rifle ages ago. He looked like an anti-hero straight out of a video game or action movie with the dual wielded pistols in hand. But his aim was dead on and not a single shot wasted. He was a pro at this, clearly having done it before.

The entity that had been attacking another Voidtrecker was destroyed by the precise attacks. 47 took a moment to glance over the other person. "Keep moving. Don't give up."

That was as good a pep-talk as one was going to get out of the hitman but at least he meant it. He was doing his best at this point just to keep everyone around him alive. The ones that weren't fighting the larger entity in particular. The ones that needed the most protection from all the smaller creatures on the battlefield. A job that he could perform.

He was running out of ammo by this point in time so his shots were becoming sparser. In the interim, he engaged in hand to tentacle combat. His movements were quick and agile, often beginning with a dodge and ending with a swift counterattack that left his opponent broken, disorientated, and easy prey for a final blow of destruction.

He fired his last round from the Silverballer into the heart of a voidcreature and dropped the weapon, now useless, letting it clatter to the unimaginable ground of this space. He shifted the blaster pistol to his left hand and drew a...rubber duck from a pocket. "Fire in the hole!" And tossed the yellow quacker out into the battlefield.

He held up a device (an old cell phone??) and pressed a button. The yellow duckie exploded and took out an enemy with it.

47 turned his head to make contact with a fellow Voidtrecker. He raised an eyebrow as if to say "what?" Don't judge him. It was his favorite kind of explosive. A second passed and then he returned to fighting.

Hopefully, the battle wouldn't last too much longer now. Even a super soldier trained assassin with enhanced endurance couldn't last much longer at this. Especially as he ran out of ammo and improvised weaponry to throw at the enemy. But he would keep going until his last breath anyway. It was all he knew.

III. Wildcard

[[Anything goes!]]

Garrett | Thief | CW: arachne/monster descriptions

[themasterthief]

I. First Attack

The mission was supposed to be over. But of course it wasn't that simple. It was never that simple. Garrett could lose track how many times he cursed the supernatural and magic and god-like entities for all the trouble they caused him over the years. It was becoming a ridiculously high number.

The sound was disorientating, the music disturbing, and the vibrations of this place were setting all his little arachnid hairs on end. It was really messing with his entire being. He had a hard time focusing with so much stimuli bombarding him all at once.

It threw off his game. He had no idea he was being targeted by one of the voidbeasts since he couldn't sense its movement through the ground. Too much interference. He was knocked prone before he could react to the sudden attacker. It left his head spinning, just one more disorienting sensation to add to the list. He spat on the ground and hesitated before getting up. He wondered if his venom would work on these monsters. He wondered if he really wanted to try...

He swiped his stinger across his teeth to coat it with venom and held his tail up high for an impending strike. Whichever the case, his own monster strength would help see him through this battle. He dodged another attack and moved in close, hissing between clenched teeth, and struck with the metal of his folded down bow at the creature's mid-section. As it staggered the thief's scorpion tail flashed forward and struck the monster in the throat. Whether it died from venom or a loss of...blood? essence? whatever, Garrett didn't care which, nor waited around to find out. He was leaving.

Time to do his best to stay alive in all this conflict. At least he was used to all the chaos. And slipping in and out of sight as needed. He might be inclined to help another out if they look more lost than he does right about now.

II. Clever Tricks

It was impossible to get completely away from it all. This void space was full of creatures that wanted to kill them. And a giant beast that was determined to see it through.

But Garrett found his way to the outskirts of the field of battle. It was easier to breath there. Possible to take two seconds to think and come up with a strategy. Time enough to come up with a few tricks to keep him, and anyone around him, safe for a bit.

He didn't have time for a full nest, but Garrett did spend time on creating some traps with his webbing. They were sticky and strong enough to stop a voidmonster in its tracks at least for a few seconds, enough to buy time to flee or attack while it was preoccupied. These miniture orb webs were placed on the ground and trapped whatever walked on top of them.

The master thief also created a few web bolos as well, two balls on opposite ends of a string of webbing that could be thrown to wrap around an enemy causing confusion and slowing them down. He handled these creations carefully, not intending to be caught in his own trap if he could help it.

And as for non-webbing traps, Garrett had a few other tricks up his sleeves. Or on his back to be precise. Trick arrows. And plenty of regular arrows, too. He was a very precise shot with his bow and arrows. Since these voidbeasts were mindless attackers, the moral thief had no qualms in striking them with full force to stop them. Killing them wasn't like killing a person, and it was necessary for him and the people around him to survive, so he justified. His strikes found vulnerable spot after vulnerable spot and took down many with just one or two arrows.

When there was an approaching horde of monsters Garrett decided it was time to peace out and find a new place to set up. He shouted a warning and then let fly a green tipped arrow from his compound bow. It flew forward and struck the ground around the horde of beasts' feet, shattered the vial on its tip and releasing a cloud of noxious gas into the air. As this disoriented the voidmonsters, Garrett let one more arrow fly towards the gathered beasts--one tipped with flame. The gas ignited as the arrow passed through its airspace and the ensuing eruption blasted all the creatures to dust. Garrett threw his arm over his face, all three of them on that one side, as the resulting blast of air rushed over him. As the explosion cleared he straightened back up.

The coast was clear. Guess he didn't have to leave after all.

"Well, that worked out better than expected."

He said, implying he hadn't actually known the combination would provide such a fiery result. Was that true? Only way to find out was to ask him.

III. Wildcard

[[Anything else!]]

Ryo | Orange Team | OTA

[fivemilesdeep]

1. Deep Dive (Only 2-3 takers, please)

Setting charges and connecting to his teammates - connecting in a way his magic wasn't capable of, in a way he wasn't prepared for, for a purpose he could only barely manage - had taken quite a bit out of Ryo. The energy had passed, and he'd hoped things would be over-

Until he felt something yank at his entire being and pull him here, into the riot of color and sound that he'd come to know as the Void. His Sense flattens immediately - his fellow Voidtreckers are here, and that includes a number of gods, but the voidborn creature before them overwhelms them all, smothering his Sense in an awful, empty nothingness-

You should not be here crashes over his soul, like being pulled down into a frozen lake, leaving him choked and gasping for breath as years of life in Eloe, every blow and harsh word and insistence that things would have been better if he'd never been born bubble up and wash over him, dragging him down, drowning him-

He does not get his bearings before the voidborn creature attacks. He's already unsteady when the whip collides with him, sweeping him off the edge and into the darkness. He's barely caught his breath- he manages a strangled cry-

It's Lagos, snug in his satchel as always, who lets out an earsplitting shriek as Ryo goes over the edge, screaming for them both. Help!

2. Battle Mercy

Ryo doesn't get much time to get his bearings once he's saved from his involuntary trip over the edge, but the few seconds he has is going to have to be good enough. It's enough to make sure the borrowed arms band and his mana drive are both secured to his arm, and for now, that's what he has to work with - this entire space is a battleground, and his magic is going to be useless until the battle is over, so stopgaps it is.

He darts through the battle, doing his best to avoid the masses of hostile tentacles and keep an eye out for injuries. If you get injured, you may find him next to you in the next few moments, directing energy from his mana drive into the wound or pouring a potion over it. "There. Are you good?" It's quick, nearly breathless - if he gets an affirmative, he's ready to move on.

Or maybe you've spotted a danger he doesn't and need to pull him out of the way of an attack. The healers keep everyone up, so they need to be kept up as well.

Deep Dive

[rolltoavoidpossession]

[Ryou narrowly manages to avoid being struck in the initial attack, scrambling to get out of the way while trying to ignore the idea that he shouldn't be here.

But you know what helps overcome all that soul messaging? His Jema'grethy bond picking up on Ryo's emotions. He looks around just in time to see Ryo go over the edge, and rushes for him, hand outstretched to try and grab Ryo.]

Ryo!

Zelda | LoZ:OoT | OTA

[wisdominshadows]

Not long after they all appear on the platform, a shimmering blue barrier manifests, a prism of safety in an overlooked area. And at the center is Zelda, face paler than usual. She has an arm extended toward the crystalline barricade, shuddering as a dark whip of energy beats down upon it.

Take the rest, if you need it, while you can. After all, who knows when her reserves will drain and Nayru's Love shatter entirely?