(Event) Southwatch | Page 6

• 100/120 HP
• DPS


-20 HP from the Angel's Damage Reflection
-00 HP from extra damage.

Close your eyes. Blank out needless thoughts. Concentrate. The girl knew she wasn't powerful enough, yet, to make a change. Right now she'd have to talk, one at a time. And this was neither the place or day for that. It was a battlefield. One Seigi initially didn't want to be.

She was just a small brat that first and foremost wanted to enjoy the game, but at the same time, she wanted to think of it as a higher purpose. What good was a game if one betrayed their own values? Soon, change would be made. Be it for real or digital people alike. Though no matter her chuuni noble thoughts, the hero was still a brat. And a brat playing a video-game wanted excitement.

One could call her cowardly for having been rather absent-minded, hiding away, just watching the spectacle. But if it weren't for being a virtual battlefield, could only truly fault a kid for not wanting to participate in this slaughter?

...

Open your eyes. A firm resolution. With guts and e- Seigi's eyes widened upon realizing what she was looking at. Her cringy, deep inner monologuing thoughts were slowly being replaced pure excitement. This... this was...

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"An Angel!" Not just any kind. An enemy angel! A gigantic weapon meant for mass destruction. A thing. A construct. It was... suffering "AWESOME!" She cried out loud finally coming out of one of the many dark crannies.

"He...hehehe.... HAHAHAHAHA...." The heroine started to laugh in anticipation of what was about to come. "Fear not! For Seigi the Hero has arrived! With Guts and Effort." Fashionably late as it should be. "BEHOLD! My unlimited power of mass destruction!" With these words it was time to test out of one her new toys. While ultimately, the hero-chick aimed for some sort of power-suit this was more of a by-product to be later incorporated into something more wholesome.

Pulling out some sort of weird looking gun that could have been right out of a cartoon from her digital inventory Seigi aimed at the angel. She needed a name for this... move, turn it into a sort of skill and all.

"FINAL JUDGEMENT!" She yelled out before a steam-powered rocket fist shot out: hitting the Angel right where it should hurt! Or the to Seigi unknown shield, at least.

99 + 15 = 114
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Angel's HP: 927 / 1500​

 

• 120 / 120 HP
• Support

She wiped at the sweat lining her temples, squinting at the various HP bars. So many dipping into orange and red, it was hard to tell who to help. Even with @Aalam Abungu there, yelling instructions at everybody left and right, she found herself almost ignoring him. Keep players alive. Yes. The obvious instructions. She would easily do that.

"Too many people trying to get themselves killed, god damn!" she hissed to herself, eyes narrowing at the battlefield piling with corpses.

Another song rolled off the tip of her tongue, voice yearning to be heard. It sought out the weakest ones first, the ones who would need just that extra touch of energy to keep themselves going.

AOE Heal
Heal @Sylpha Astarte @Emerath Katou @Verity for 12HP
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• 76 / 174 HP
• Tank


-20 HP from the Angel's Damage Reflection
-05 HP from extra damage.
+7 HP from @Velka's heal.

Absently, Claire rubbed the spot where Velka's glowing axe had struck her. It didn't hurt at all, contrary to her first reactions. It actually felt like it helped, a bit, but she still felt rather sore all around. No time to focus on that, though. That stone angel was getting awfully close, and Claire didn't like it one bit.

Getting the mages was an impossible task, as the magical shield around them showed. The fact that her attacks got repelled was an entirely unwelcome fact. But all right, she could deal with crumbling the statue.

There was still some skirmishing going on around her, but she didn't mind. Dealing with a person or two was simple. Dealing with an enormous statue rolling right at them, probably about to crush them all? Far less simple.

Raising a hand, Claire conjured a blast of ice like a javelin. Carefully judging the distance, she then just decided, 'Actually, what's the point?' and threw it with all her might. It struck the shield, and momentarily she felt a sort of backlash, grimacing as she felt a pain emanating from her shoulder. But the javelin flew past the shield and embedded itself into, roughly, where the angel's right shoulder would be.

97 + 15 = 112
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Angel's HP: 815 / 1500​

 

• 54 / 154 HP
• DPS


-20 HP from the Angel's Damage Reflection
-20 HP from extra damage.

They were still alive and it seemed that reinforcements had arrived from the capital, there wasn’t a massive influx of solider but there was a few player of high enough rank to turn help turn the tide of the war. That angel was still coming though they need to take that thing down before it reached the gate. As the line kept playing through his head one thought kept popping up to counteract it, he wasn’t a mortal man. Player had the ability to die and come back if there ever was a situation that was made of them this was it.

The supports had managed to keep most everyone alive and the wall was still intact even under the assault of the infantry units. They were holding it and they would continue to hold it. As he nocked back another arrow he spotted and blade of what appears to be the darkest of energy fly towards the angel before being deflected by its magical shield. It still managed to do some damage for something that was supposed to have no effect on it, however. Looking for his force to spot whoever that was, it seemed the lady Lucia opening a message to her. “Lady @Lucia Mierz I was ordered to consult your advice if you turned up for the fight do you have any suggestions? Also when this is over I have something to ask of you.” He had to make sure to ask Lord Seto had given him that direct order after all but now it was time to get back to the matter at hand that angel. More importantly, he had to make sure the there was something to look forward to when this was over. Letting his arrow fly directly towards the statues head most of his blots were knocked off course but one managed to scratch its surface. He was still watching the rest of the battle and not paying enough attention to himself, as an arrow from an opposing archer caught him right in the arm knocking him back. Gritting his teeth and pulling the shaft out with a groan, grabbing next arrow from his quiver they wouldn’t stop yet.

“Keep up the pressure that thing is almost down!”

27 + 20 = 47
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Angel's HP: 768 / 1500​

 

• 146 / 146 HP
• Support

The familiar voice of @Verity startled her, but not early as much as the clear damage he'd taken. She was swift to work on fixing up his wounds, grasping for his hand the moment it was near as she smiled sadly upon the reunion. "First, let's get you fixed up. What happened otherwise can be explained later...When I have a better grasp of it myself. To be totally honest, I don't really know... I guess it was a glitch, but my mind's kind of blurry about it."

Nervously, she shook off her discomfort, finding the warmth of her healing spell pouring into the hand she held before she moved to pat his shoulder. "I'm working as a full support here, so I can only do this much for now. I needed a break from attacking... And based on what Aalam said, I'm guessing it's better off if I take that break and support the best I can instead, anyway."

Single Healing
Heal @Verity for 29 HP
(S2) Southwatch / (Roll) Defense Groups
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• 40 / 125 HP
• Tank/DPS


-20 HP from the Angel's Damage Reflection
-10 HP from extra damage.

So far, @Aalam Abungu hadn't even given her any orders at all, but the orders he did give this time around were something she was more than happy to oblige. Sure, she was her own woman and preferred to take charge of things herself- but being asked to create chaos? Sure, it was kind of strange, but she couldn't ignore the chance to egg on the angel and teach it some manners. She wasn't a fan of angels, after all!

"Harass I shall, good sir!" She called to the man, before returning to bombarding the statue with attacks. Her illusions weren't as helpful as she wanted this time around, and it seemed that she was being attacked a bit harder for the failure to hit hard enough, as she felt her health dwindle faster than she wanted to admit.

Looking at her statistics, she cursed audibly into the air. "Bloody hell, get me a medic stat!" Her real life had basically come through her words, but she didn't care if she was sounding more like a Brit or more like someone with medical background. She was in pain, dire pain. If he was going to get revenge for being made a fool by the enemy lot, she'd need help, even if she hated to accept it.

By requesting it, she was just making use of the support team, right? Yeah, that made it fine, in her head.

45 + 10 = 55
(S2) Southwatch / (Roll) Defense Groups
Angel's HP: 703 / 1500​

 

• 24 / 154 HP
• DPS


-20 HP from the Angel's Damage Reflection
-20 HP from extra damage.

@Lucia Mierz 's voice had caught Vivian off guard. Just as she was about to fall out of her spell circle, her body shambled towards the woman falling to her hands and knees. "Shit..." The woman cursed loudly with an exhausted grunt. She looked up with a blurred vision, seeing the angel that was her girlfriend? Vivian got up slowly, "Yes. I am here. But I seem to be having some trouble. My magic seems to refuse me..."

Throwing reckless abandon to the wind. Vivian thrust her hands out as she erected herself. The blood pulled around the corner of her lips, but she would not go down without a fight. A spell circle, a twisted one with only half the focus began to gather energy. Even if Lucia was here, she could not focus her entire thoughts. Now she was looking like a novice to the woman she nearly worshipped.

With her spell weaving out of control from her body, the spell was misfired barely scratching the Angel Statue. However, it was Vivian's on undoing and her gambling spirit that caused the recoil of her attack. With a blast of cold wind in her face, Vivian topped into Lucia nearly on the brink of death. The blood surfacing over her cute face as she blinked and dropped to her knees as a film of grape colored aura seemed to come off her like a wave of fire.

11 + 20 = 31
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Angel's HP: 672 / 1500​

 

• 43 / 100 HP
• DPS


-20 HP from the Angel's Damage Reflection
-5 HP from extra damage.
+12 HP from AoE Heals

Emerath watched as everyone on the team hit the angel with everything they had, and Emerath figured it was time to start using his ingenuity. As he loaded another bolt into the crossbow, he remembered that he still had extra oil balloons, from when he had been laying traps. And then something clicked in his brain.

With little warning to anyone around him, Emerath charged for the edge of the wall after pulling one of the last oil balloons from his pack. He summoned all his strength as he ran, and used his running momentum to launch the balloon at the hole he had left with the ballista bolt from earlier. It sailed through the air, and much to Emerath’s delight, it slapped against the stone, filling the hole with the gooey black substance.

Quickly, he ran back to the ballista and pulled a flint and steel from his pouch, using it to light the bolt he had loaded on fire. “Aim be true...” he muttered to himself as he took aim and pulled the lever to fire. His heart was in his throat as he watched the flaming bolt sail.

And then there was a loud smashing sound as it connected to the hole he had hit earlier, before the oil lit up, the contained glob creating an explosion that rocked the statue in its magical cradle, more cracks spiderwebbing from the even larger hole he had created. “Jackpot,” Emerath said with a smile.

71
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Angel's HP: 601 / 1500​

 

• 70/120 HP
• DPS


-20 HP from the Angel's Damage Reflection
-10 HP from extra damage.

Explosions were great! Truly. With their combined effort not only was Seigi's Rocket Punch exploding, but everything together made it look like fireworks!

"Urgh..." The backlash the girl experienced from this was only a minor annoyance as she grimaced in pain. "Guts...and Effort..." She whispered half-paralyzed from the unexpected retaliation. "Pffssh... that's all?! Even if you'd kill me to death I wouldn't die!" With that said, Seigi was keen on keeping up her assault. This rocket punch thing was like, her biggest creation yet, and damn she didn't even want to be a tinkering person! Nonetheless, she never understood why the big bads could use their strongest move only once. The heroine had a clear advantage.

Aiming the cartoon-fistzooka once again, it was simple repetition. "FINAL JUDGEMENT!" Her aim, however, was a bit off thanks to the small suffering and ultimately lead to a less effective hit compared to last time.

64 + 15 = 79
Tracker / Roll
Angel's HP: 522 / 1500​

 

• 40 / 112 HP
• DPS


-20 HP from the Angel's Damage Reflection
-10 HP from extra damage.

Whatever the plans of the magi in moving that statue towards the base could mean disaster for the Astorean army if their plans go to fruition, and so they must destroy the statue at all cost. He then chanted again as he sheathed the katana, to prepare for another magic-imbued slash, this time towards the statue that the magi were carrying. He always knew that only magic could counter other magic, and so he would use his own magic to bring down the statue.

The chant completed, he quickly unsheathed the sword so as to create a vicious arc hurtling towards the statue. But as the arc touched the statue, Bradwyne felt a very strong feedback on his right arm, blood squirting from the wounds from the arrows he sustained earlier. He then knew that if he would continue at this phase on attacking the statue, he might become incapacitated, or even worse, dead.

...Or maybe that was the whole plan of the magi all along? To use their own immense power against them?

40
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Angel's HP: 482 / 1500​

 

• 46/ 100 HP
• DPS


+16 Heals from @Eileen Dover
-20 HP from the Angel's Damage Reflection
-20 HP from extra damage.

So much had occurred in what felt like so little time. He remembered calling for a reload, and then boom, he was fleeing with the crew trying to get out off the wall. They were close to one of the towers, and so they didn't have much trouble getting down, but soon passage was clogged with fighting as more and more of the enemy arrived from their towers.

Rodger was on the ground trying to support his fellow warriors, his arrows doing little as there was no place for him in close ranged conflicts. That all changed with a creepy statue came floating towards them. Rodger was no expert analyzer, but his investigate told him all he needed to know about the figure. Boss engagement.

He was already winded and wounded from the early scrapes, but apparently the mages on their side was offering health support, so Rodger was feeling just a little closer to normal. And then he started shooting at the statue, and his health took a major hit. Whatever enchantment was on that marble figure, seemed to transfer damage to whoever attacked it. A lesson he was learning the hard way.

Gritting his teeth, Rodger began to question just how much this war meant to him.

21+ 5 = 26
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Angel's HP: 456 / 1500​

 

• 46 / 174 HP
• Tank


-20 HP from the Angel's Damage Reflection
-10 HP from extra damage.

Things were going well. Though they were still taking damage and having their own attacks turned against them, the statue looked like it was in bad shape. Hopefully, they'd be able to take it down soon.

Claire fired another blast at the thing, sending a long ice spike at its horrific face. She must have been running low on energy, because her spike broke apart as it passed through the barrier. It still hit the angel, and made a few minuscule cracks, but it was hardly the impact she was hoping for.

Regardless, it was something. Claire grimaced. Hopefully this war of attrition against the statue would be over soon. And once the statue was down, the mages would be next. Or, hopefully, they'd all get crushed beneath the thing as it crumbled on top of them. That would be a much more efficient and welcome outcome.

52 + 15 = 67
Tracker / Roll
Angel's HP: 389 / 1500​

 

• 62 / 172 HP
• Tank


-20 HP for Combat

Another chunk of flesh tore away as the phalanx grew, seemingly exponentially. Roars of anger and defiance ripped through the other side. Bodies collapsed one another to effectively form a permanent ladder, one that the enemy could use to push further in, if they could manage to finally push past the guardsman.

His enemies watched in terror as the fire in his eyes fully ignited. The katana skewered through the nearest infantryman unexpectedly, and Kijin pulled it backward with on swift tug. The resulting impact threw back the enemy kine.

He completed a second quarter turn and brought the weapon down through the meaty throat of another Falderen.

"You aren't getting through me," he growled menacingly. Inside, Kijin was on fire. The world of Terrasphere had answered his call for a true challenge and met him with impossible odds. No other game was designed with absolutely unfair numbers; indeed, in most MMOs, simply knowing where to stand at the right time could spell survival for even the weakest player.

Right now, on the walls of Southwatch, all former handicaps were undone.

"More," he growled. "Give me your best!"

58 + 20 + 5 = 83
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5854 / 10000​

 

• 165 / 185 HP
• Tank/Support

Turning to @Eileen Dover after hearing her call, Velka said,

"I am Velka. And yes, they do seem to be quite... reckless. A very good thing for them that we have healing magics at our disposal."

With that out of the way, she looked to her next draw. A lot of people were really hurt, especially after the pain inflicted by whatever the angel was doing. Well, no time for hesitation now, there was a lots of people hurt and in the chaos of the fight, she could barely move around.

Fortuna: Revolution!​

Fortuna: Reave

Ten of Diamonds... Of all the draws... Even though the Greataxe was made of ethereal energy rather than stone, it still weighed a ton to her. Considering Velka's small stature and Faerin nature, she wasn't exactly the most suited to hauling it around, and sending it flying with magic would be insanely difficult if she wanted any semblance of control or precision. Resigning herself to a hard walk and maybe a healing a few enemy soldiers, she gave Eileen an apologetic but curt farewell before wading into the battle, aimed at striking her allies... up with radiant Greataxe. She was getting better at the whole thing though, especially once she figured out how to reinforce her Illumancy constructs with magic. Still, time was ticking and the weapon wouldn't last forever.

AoE Healing
Heal @Bradwynne | @Aalam Abungu | @Vivian Cruz for 6 HP
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• 3 / 100 HP
• DPS


-20 HP from the Angel's Damage Reflection
-20 HP from extra damage.

The angel still looked ominously over them, and Emerath was out of ideas. All that was left was to shoot until it was down. So he loaded, aimed, and fired, managing to knock more stone loose from the hole he chipped away at.

But that was when he felt it. Thanks to the continuous healing from his supports, he hadn’t been feeling the adverse effects of his attacks as much. But it seemed that the well had run dry. A wave of magic hit him, hard.

All at once it felt like Emerath’s insides were melting, as he leaned over the ballista for support and started to cough up blood over the other side of it. He was dying. And it felt so real. So painful. But he thought of his conversation with Solaria. And he knew she was here somewhere. Death was only temporary. Would she be mad at him if he sacrificed himself to win this war? Did it matter?

Slowly, on very shaky legs, Emerath bent down and grabbed another bolt and loaded. If it meant that he could end his part of the war, he’d do it. He’d fire again. He pulled the bolt back and took aim for another shot...

36
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Angel's HP: 353 / 1500​