Yuki and Norikoコンバット•スタート!Noriko: 5, Hyper[4]
Yuki: 3, Hyper[5]
Incautious Pugilist: 5, Hyper[3]
Munificient Paladin: 4
Audacious Courier: 6
Reticent Magus: 6, Hyper[3]
The silvery gauntlet closes into a fist, driving deep into your gut. Light twists, space bends, the air seeming to ripple in its wake as it scintillates a bright wispy blue. It was a shield, a barrier, kin to your own. It was a hexagonal field, no larger than her first, space and force transmuted to light and glass, a crystalline bulwark, pellucid save for the six arrows marking its edges, curved but only barely, and durable but only for an instant. The impact was spectacular, beautiful even, the shards of your broken shield mingling with her own. A shockwave erupts, a ring of rippling space perpendicular to her punch shimmering with light as the shattered fragments of her barrier lance forth as a spiralling spear of force, last vestiges of your heavenly aegis burning with light and flame as it protects you from this strike even as it sends you crashing through the train wall.
The end of the carriage races forward to meet you, races forward to crush you, but your mind is elsewhere.
In your mind's eye you can see it; it's hazy, incomplete, constructed less of imagery and more of raw concept, but it's there! You can see it! You remember!
It was a dream you thought was truth, a vision that masqueraded as the present, a marsh of strange plants and crystal water, of marble platforms and crisscrossing walkways, a marsh stained black by something you do not remember, a place that is nowhere that you know of, yet which you feel as you've visited before, a world no different to a dream, yet one which you know is real.
You feel... you feel what you feel. The rush of air around you, the floor of the train rushing beneath your feet, the roar of gunfire reverberating against your chest. You feel everything, yet you feel nothing.
You feel sensations but not their meaning, the signifier but not the signified. Your mind is silent, silent once more, free of your troubles, free of your own self-deceptions, for a moment, if only for a moment. But that moment is all the time you need.
For that brief instant you are naught but will and instinct. A body running on autopilot, a mind tearing forwards, a white hot bullet caring naught for the journey nor the destination, only the direction which it was given.
The world seems to shudder as the wind bends to your will. A corridor of air rending itself into existence, its birth cry a howl of with wrath and fury. The hail of fire cowers and wavers as the the storm opens is great terrible eye, a tunnel of screeching rushing air. Into the breach to launch, a horizontal dive lead by your spearhead, the ghostly rounds streaking a phantasmal silver as they tear towards you, towards you but never closer.
Darkness erupts from the passing carriage, ink black arrowheads streaking across the ground in perfect silence. The pugilist is the first in their path, eyes wide in horror she leaps back, but the tenebrous tide proves to be faster. It was a single arrow, a single droplet in the great deluge, yet a single arrow was enough. There would be no special effects, no fanfare. The arrow that brushed against her foot simply discharged and vanished, a soundless fury, a bolt from the blue without thunder and without lightning. The only sound you heard, was the girl's scream.
It had only grazed her foot, but had you only seen the consequences you could not have imagined that was all that happened. A horrid ragged gash rips open across the pugilist's clothes as she's just absolutely hurled backwards, slamming straight through a pillar and reducing half of it to rubble in the process.
"<GWEN!>" the reticent magus screams, he screams, but perhaps he should've been running instead. The darkness was not content with simply one hit. It splits apart like the current in a river delta, two thirds streaking towards the fallen pugilist, one third rushing for the courier, and single lone arrow racing for the magus.
It was this single lone arrow that discharges next, but it this time, it was an attack, no, it was a teleport. The instant it touched him was the instant Yuki appeared in the air above him, bringing her roaring chainsaw down with a heavy cleave.
You hear an explosion and feel its blast ripple through the air but you haven't the time to see what happens next - you've closed in on your quarry now, and like hell you're gonna let her escape. Yuki's got new powers, great, that means they're not powers you have to worry about right now. You can just focus on doing what you do best - violent totally non-Freudian implement! Your spear explodes forwards slamming into the girl's chest, unfortunately it doesn't quite the effect you're hoping for - she staggers backwards but less from the impact and more from the explosion that just tore out of her chestplate, an explosion that is now sending white hot shrapnel at you! The girl herself wastes no time working on a counterattack, resuming her saturation fire of your general postcode with more ghostly bullets. Explosion is still blooming, the shrapnel still only just materializing. A single word echoes in your mind -
Agneyastra.
Yuki, you have no idea what the hell just happened, but you're just gonna roll with it! You remember doing
something and next thing you know you're bringing your chainsaw down on the mage. Shame it didn't land, well not on him anyway. At the last moment, he did
something and a spellcircle appeared in front of him, blasting the two of you apart. He skids to a halt with a three-point landing, but he clearly doesn't want to be anywhere near you anymore. The fact that your chainsaw made a larger crater than his bomb and proceeded to tear apart the platform on your way backwards probably isn't doing wonders for his confidence either.
You meanwhile? You're doing good! You wound up getting smacked by the reinforced wall and nailed by the blast, but neither hurt too much and you're quickly regenerating too!
The audacious courier seems to have escaped harm by blasting your black arrows into nothingness using another one of those spell bombs and leaping up into the air, a holographic skate track appearing beneath him and keeping him up in the air. With a rush of speed he's now skating towards the the fallen pugilist while the magus does some kinda magical grenade jump with another fancier spell circle to just get the hell away.
Noriko
Status: Fine
World Line: 2 5 6 5 1 3 1 5 3 6
Alterations: 5
Resolve: 3
Yuki
Status: Hurt, slight shielding, Black Arrows (1/3 mass), off-balance
World Line: 1 2 2 4 1 2 3 3 2 3
Alterations: 2.5
Resolve: 3
Gwen
Details: Not doing much
Status: Critical, dazed
Munificent Paladin
Details: Spraying bullets at Noriko
Status: Fine, off-balance
Audacious Courier
Details: Moving to extract Gwen
Status: Fine
Reticent Magus
Details: Grenade jumping away from Yuki
Status: Fine
Noriko, the fact that multiple foes are using those same spell bombs makes you suspect they all came from the Reticent Magus, he must've passed a few around before they ran into you y'all.
Elf gets a cookie for helping me with music selection.
ShefYou withdraw as all hell breaks loose on the train platform, releasing a ping. There is no response.