Faith: 5
Minato: 2, Hyper[4]
Noriko: 6, Hyper[6]
Shef: 5, Hyper[R]
Yoake: 5
Yuki: 5, Hyper[R]
Weeknd Alter: 6, Resolve
It was a peculiar thing, a ghostly syringe, shimmering with pale light. Spirit energy, trapped, compressed, the prisoner their own jailor. An injector. A power boost of sorts. Time was of the essence. She'll have to made do with two. Taking a single stride forwards, Satoshi's weapon explodes into a great pillar of force, the girl launching forwards towards her target, towards her protectorates upon wings of crimson.
It unfurls, a red carpet for the bombarded lovebirds, the scarf snapping around them, tightening, constricting. She wait until the last possible moment, until she could feel the pull and feedback of the fabric, her movement beginning to decelerate, decelerate fast. Second injector goes into the Regalia. Another pillar of force, another launch. Her first was low, horizontal almost, speed was paramount. Here? Here she didn't care as much, just needed to avoid the shelling. This time, she launches high, delivery trailing behind her.
The smoldering titan swings its cannon to bear, and then comes the shockwave, the echoing crack of a whip compressed into a blind razor, tearing through the air. It had no choice but to teleport. A bullet was waiting for it, a bullet crashing into it, into the blade of its arm, the arm it just drove towards it. Now both arms were gone. Not ideal, but better to lose an arm than to be destroyed utterly. Pity that was never the choice.
Even as the round detonated, the very wind turned against them, lances tearing through its chest, into the confines within. There would be no impalement, no puncturing, no, there would be no need for more wounds, Noriko had no need for them. She simply required an entry point, and given the sordid state of the Weeknd, there were plenty of them. Embolism doesn't even begin to describe it, the blast rips open their chest cavity and cracks open their skull. Grey matter splatter across the cockpit, arterial blood gushes anew. But still, somehow, the construct clings to life, form all but broken, but still somehow twitching, moving. Pointless, it could resist no longer. A fist slams through. Through the cockpit, though their ruined chest. Reaching within, closing around it, their core, Heaven's Draft. Yoake tears it free. She's gone before the blood even finishes scattering.
Weeknd Alter is no more.The construct fades into naught. The titan collapses into light. The heavens it occupies shatters to pieces.
You are now all standing some distance away from the mansion neath blue skies amidst the wreckage of a train and its garrison. All resistance has been crushed, and soon, the same fate shall befall those left within the Sanctuary.
"Excellent work. The mansion is secured, as is Heaven's Draft.""Get some rest but not too much. We'll need to breach that Sanctuary soon enough, the longer we wait, the longer they'll have to prepare."+3 stat points
+1 Hyper Slot
Took a bit of creative liberty with Yoake's action since spumpkin was considering going for a punch anyway.
Satoshi and Karen basically both just burned all their Resolve to help minimize the damage and pin down Weeknd Alter respectively.
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Topic: Tengoku no Owari SI IC: Yuki Is (Not) Fine (Read 223320 times)