Live Game Finale Cycle 2.5
Roland moved to the closest guard slashing at it with both his blades.
Ashiore saw most of the people around begin to freeze around her, their skin turning smooth and gray. Out of panic, she attempted to get rid of whatever condition was on them, targeting the others with healing abilities: Cain, Ilusa, and Alphabet.
Cain, Ilusa, and Alphabet have been cured of Petrification and regained their turn.
Abel readied an action, shouting. "Hey, open the way up for me, I'll go in and try to prevent him from casting the big spell!!!"
Cain coughed, spitting out a stone. Gratitude shone in his eyes towards Ashiore before he spoke his own incantations, cleansing Eleanor, Ursa, and Corvella.(edited)
Cain: How was the statue experience, Ursa?
Astor changed his mind and decided to prepare himself to mitigate damage coming at the group.
Ursula gritted her teeth as the stone curse faded away thanks to Cain's cleansing spell. "It felt like stone? What else!" After a thumbs up, She readied her pickaxe and mined the hell out of the closest guard.
As the stone eye passed over them, Gwyn was quick to avert her eyes as she saw others do the same. The hand not currently curled in a death grip around the longbow offered it a rude gesture before it was safe for her to look back up. Just in time to see the wave of fire wash over. Her position was exposed without any of the stone statues or other bodies in the way and it bit across her skin furiously. She snarled lowly and pulled back against the bowstring that fought her for every inch. The burn in her shoulder only meant a good fight was starting and Gwyn let loose a sharp bark of a laugh as she fired off a Precision Shot toward the Warden. More blood, more pain, more wrongs righted.
There had been moment of dread as she felt the spell take root and then- Then she was blinking and feeling like she slept very uncomfortably, stiff and sore. Then she felt that the time has.. passed since she last blinked. Odd sensation. But it seemed that an attack was being mounted. Thus Ilusa decided to mitigate the damage, by making a barrier of light between them and the enemies.
Eleanor was not the type to get competitive. Usually, she left that sort of thing to the people who had something to prove. But in this moment, inspired by the display put on by the powerful archer she had seen on multiple occasions, but had yet to speak with, Gwyn. The rare, fiery presence of rivalry flared in Eleanor's core. Squinting her eyes, she focused her gaze towards the greatest of their foes, the warden, Eleanor held her hands close to her stomach, the ebb and flow of the arcane energy swirling around her. Her palms, skimming across the surface of this culmination, gathered it up, like the rolling of a snowball, before before packing it all together. She lobbed it, as though the mass of arcane energy was a grenade, towards her enemies.
A moment later, she detonated the projectile, a flash of purple-blue scattering through the air around it. The success of her attack overwhelmed her very briefly with a bit of ego, and as her arms returned to her side, she felt a smirk make attempts at creeping across her face. "Ehh?!" Unfortunately for her, her all too observant eyes had, at that very moment, found purchase upon the stony eye. As her gaze flickered around for a way to escape the imprisonment, her muscles tensed. Panic, adrenaline... But there was no escaping it. Her flesh became enveloped in stone. Luckily for her, she was freed from this imprisonment an instant later by one of her teammates in the ordeal! What a total boss-champ-mvp! Woo! She breathed a sigh of relief, looking for someone to thank, but eventually remaining silent.(edited)
Corvella was not ready when the warden unleashed the stone eye. Everything was clear but she couldn't move an inch of her body at all, was she turned into a stone? Luckily Cain freed her and the others from the petrified condition with a spell. Corvella: "Thanks" She lifted up her shield and rushed to the front, hoping to bash one of the closest guard but missed.
The party has finally realized that each end of the warden staff looked rather different. The head with fire magic was shaped like a golden phoenix, while the end with earth magic took on the shape of a stone shard. The warden remained cool throughout the entire fight, keeping a leveled head even when his force was starting to thin out. With the fire-end of the staff up, the warden called on his familiar, a massive boar composed entirely of raging, wild fire. It began charging directly at the group, intending on spreading fire everywhere it runs to. However, it needed to get past Astor first, who had the backing of Ilusa. Meanwhile, the warden turned his staff upside down to the earth-end and formed an earth dome around himself, cocooning himself within. The dome slowly morphed as time went on… you can see a number of spikes beginning to form on the surface of the subtly expanding and contracting semisphere.(edited)
Astor attempted to hold the boar in place so it does not go on a rampage.(edited)
Ilusa supported him, light spreading around them, sinking into Astor in order to help his effort. The strength of his defensive action became strengthened.
The flaming boar began to break into a frenzied run, goring everyone in its path and spreading fire everywhere it went. People were being launched left and right or impaled by a tusk.(edited)
After he failed to stop the boar, Astor clicked his tongue as he saw that it was far too late. The damage has already been done. He cast rain in silence, hoping it would be enough to stop people from catching fire.(edited)
"...Naixi...?"
The lion lie motionlessly, not responding to Ashiore's call...
Gwyn suffered the blow of the charging boar with a furious growl, ignoring the dome for the moment, and moved to strike when she caught sight of a familiar shape trampled under the hooves of the beast. "Ash..." She closed her eyes for a moment in mourning before forcing herself to take in the scene lest she be caught next, offguard and distracted. There was no time yet for funerals. She couldn't help the woman or her kind, fallen companion.
Alpha lost a dear companion once. He was a sweet little dingo who loved to play and hated battles. He loved eating fish sticks and, although he was prickly at first, he quickly fell in love with everyone he met. Never had his loyalty wavered, even at his last moments as he suffered a brutal death, protecting one of Alpha's cherished friends. There was never a hint of regret in his eyes from the moment Alpha had found him as a pup, from the times she had spent with him as he grew and, finally, the moments they spent together when he was a large, proud adult. As she watched the lioness fall, burnt to a crisp and motionless, she was scared. When Ashiore, the woman who had saved her, cried for her dear companion, she felt misery. And, when the creature failed to answer, Alpha saw that the scene was remarkably similar. She remembered the exact second of the exact minute of the exact hour and day and week that something identical had happened to her.
She often pondered about it. What if she had done something different? What would happen? Would Terry still be by her side today? She would often be consumed by her thoughts during brief moments of peace; when there was no battle or conflict of any kind to distract her from her sorrow. Once, she had wondered what it would be like if there was someone there with her that day that could've changed everything. She palmed the Mist Wolf Fragment in her pocket, protected by any outside influence, and steeled herself. She often wondered. She often pondered. She often dreamed of an alternate world where there was a tiny difference that changed everything. She had, however, never imagined that she herself would be the one to instigate that change. Braving herself, she placed on a brave facade and a fearless smile, wiping the tears from her eyes as she rushed toward the fresh cadaver.(edited)
"No worries!" she shouted, her voice wavering only slightly despite the trembling that engulfed her small frame. "Alphabet Chocolate's here to save the day!" she hoped it would work. She needed it to work. She hesitated. What if it failed like it did with Beretta. What if? Still, she steeled herself once more as magic flowed through her fingers. She'd change fate today. She'd save somebody today and she'd make sure that Naixi would stay by her friend's side for eternity if she must.
