Cycle 4
Even in her altered form, D’vangelline was a dignified Queen who commanded great respect from men and women alike. Yet, her momentary inattention had led to one of the vermins among the group of adventurers to grab onto her ample bosom. Despite the indecent touch being indirect thanks to the breastplate she was wearing at the time, D’vangelline narrowed her eyes in a murderous rage and pushed her massive spear through the assailant’s midsection. The spear skewered @Kaede Hoshi like butter. Kaede’s body slowly slid all the way to the widest part of the lance. Afterward, D’vangelline swung her lance to the side, throwing the pervert, entrails and all sliding across the ground.
Her relaxed and arrogant features turned into a livid expression as she started healing herself and Astor. Her disgust distracted her, making the heal less effective than it should have been.
What vermin dares defile this sacred body in such a way? Unforgivable. King, you must stomp on these vermins and teach them that they don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us.
Afterwards, the queen held up her shield and pressed the base of her lance against her lips and whispered yet another spell. Moments later, translucent Valkyries appeared above the players. Each of these maidens were wielding a lance and a shield, much like D’vangelline.
Breaking through D’vangeline’s powerful protection spell to get to the floating king was definitely a grand feat. However, Astor’s condescending smirk never once left his face, he was in complete control of the battlefield, so what if one mongrel or two landed a hit, it did not bother him in the slightest. His golden eyes looked down upon their attempts at killing him with pity. When boredom began setting in, he let out a soft sigh before raising his right arm up in the air. Much like his last spell, distorted words rolled out of his tongue as two orbs materialized above him. They slowly floated down, each one big enough to cover half of the obsidian environment. It was then that the true master of the distorted battlefield decided to intervene…
Phssss-!!!
From high above, Titanius used it's vile pores that remained embedded within the obsidian to fill the the area with a cloud of green, poisonous gas yet again. However, Astor immediately responded with a simple snap of his finger, creating a pillar of black flames that shot upward and consumed the alien substance within seconds before it had the chance to touch a single adventurer.
Do not interrupt me! He roared, silencing the hissing noise.
When the two magical orbs finished being activated they exploded — one unleashed hellfire upon half of the battlefield. Flames dotted the ground, scorching anyone foolish enough to touch it. Smokes rose to the ceiling, suffocating those caught within the fiery fields and eliciting tears from their eyes and coughs from their lungs.
The other orb turned the other half of the battlefield into a wintery nightmare. The ground became coated in an uneven and slippery surface as icy spikes erected from the frozen ground, stabbing a few unfortunate souls when it manifested.
Let us watch, Queen. Perhaps this is needed to bring the best entertainment out of these mongrels. Now that I am here, I hereby grant them permission to writhe like the vermins they are.
