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The second troll beast thing took the kick from rotten square and sent its frozen form crashing to the ground where it shattered like a glass statue. Blue stood there with ron looking at the scene. He gave ron a pat on the back , then turned to face the dragon that was disitegrating the building Rift was in.
The wolfman cought the Falling Knight as the final fatal javelin struck home. When it landed from the lunge, it held its helmeted head and a javelin protruded from the back of its skull.
Roxi had grabbed the last two flying imps with her kinetics and hurled them toward Kalak hoping to distract him enough to leave an openeing for Rythiel.As the imps tumbled ened over end in the air they were cleanly severed in two by Kalaks mighty blade. It did however stop his focus from the fight with Rythiel for a split second.
Syl came over in her tank form still and approached Blue and Rotten. " Next?" she gestured towards the Dragon......as she said this the dragon tail came around and nearly whipped her. It missed being distracted and in a rage , focusing everything on Rift.
With the knight's head still in his hand, the wolfman had joined Blue, Rotten and Syl as the tail swung around and missed the group. Seeing his opportunity, the wolfman leaped onto the tail and dug his claws in to hold tightly.
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After finally slaying the knight with the aid of the Wolfman, Rosella turned to Toni as she spoke softly, gathering herself as she surveyed her foes.
"To slay a dragon or an overblown hedge knight, that is the question." She manages to smile, though they could see that guilt begins to obscure her face as she realizes that she killed someone, so callously...
Shaking away her nerves for the time being, she distracted herself by turning to aid Rythiel in combat, by launching blinding flashes of green spiritual energy at Kalak, calling out to Toni.
"Keep him busy Toni, so she can finish him off!"
Toni sent in the rosebushes to pin down the lead knight's legs, and followed them up with a volley of scintillating bolts of magic towards his head. The column of sunlight was allowed to go out, as Toni wasn't sure who in that melee it would help or hurt.
Rhythiel was almost disappointed. Kalak had implied he had a big nasty magic sword, and it was just a Stormbringer-wannabe. Taking advantage of the various bolts of energy and imps being sent at him, she sent both ends of her chain for his throat, trying to get a loop around it as she slipped around to his right. Her left arm was now held close to her chest, twisted palm-up to put pressure on the wound...
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Rift was expecting as much, thought maybe not the demonic doom fire... He was however more than ready to pop another portal out. A crackle of violet sparks tore the air apart, and opened a hole up right behind the dragon's hind legs. Rift eyed the achilles tendons with a touch of glee. The muscles were beautiful... A shame they had to be cut. "I told you to KNEEL!" Shouted Rift from beneath the beast, swiping out with his claws. They crackled violet like the first slice made against the horns, aiming to forcibly teleport a chunk of the dragon's musculature away from the creature. Where the chunk of flesh would fall was irrelevant to the Striker. All he knew was this crippled normal living things, so it should hopefully do the same here.
A quick glance caught Rotten Luck after hearing his comment. The reptile didn't let his gaze linger long. Distractions could lead to death. He leapt back as not to get crushed by a dragon-butt that could simply sit down on him. Something like that would be a little too embarrassing to ever live down in the afterlife.
Stalkers don't die: They simply... Disappear.
Shepherd continue to lend his support to Rosella. The Ghostwalker summoned 3 crossblades as the cross shaped spiritual energy knives appeared in his hands as he handed them to Rosella.
He showed her how to throw them as he launched them at the dragon then summoned more crossblades.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Rosella blinks momentarily at the blades, but takes them and after determining how to throw them thanks to Shepard's instruction, launches them with great but not above average precision at the dragon's maw. Taking a moment, she then begins another volley but charges it with the emerald ethereal energy of her aura, causing them to become essence piercing. Amidst the assualt, she shouts to Toni and Shepard.
"Your magic is making me feel a bit self concious about my mojo mon amis."
"Don't worry about it. Spook kind of a special case when it comes to divine magic. Don't let it get to his head." He does a quick look to see if there was anything else besides the Dragon to keep track of.
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Rosella nods as she runs out of the crossblades Shepard provided, but simply shapes a piece of her pooling emerald power into a plethora of projectable anthames, focusing on honing in on the dragon's face once more by simple hand gestures as she replies.
"Dully noted, and I appreciate the rescue from Nosferatu back there, would have been a rather grisly and slightly embarrassing end for my first official outing out...well, 'here." She gestures around them with a free right hand in regards to her first patrol of sorts, adding coyly with a smile.
"Not that he could have handled my cajun spice, mon ami." She jokes.
Shepherd made a glass out os spiritual energy and licked it until it was absorbed back into it as he chuckled and tossed more of his blades at the dragon. He did it mainly to get a laugh after what Ron said but he didn't know if anyone else would get the humor like his friend Ron would.
Rose smirks as she continues the assault, looking between the pair, especially at Rotten, as if she is introspectively searching him, presumably his aura and the tinge of the Netherworld, to which she comments.
"Though it also seems he is not the only one with an otherworldly touch?"
"What gave me away? My charming good looks?" He shrugs and slams his shoulder into the dragon's side. "Rift what you think will happen if two portals intersect? Say somewhere near this things internal organs."
A spinning piece of scrap-metal whistled through the air, intercepting and detonating several of the Crossblades before the Dragon could be struck. The act would give the beast that second it would need to move it's big skull out of the path of the remaining assault. "This fight is MINE!" Threatened Rift, sending a look that could chill the heart ((figuratively)) Towards Gideon and Rosella. Those keen to spirits and magic would be able to feel an inky blackness growing from within a tiny hole at the Striker's center. It was like his soul had a hole punched through it, and now a blackness was pouring out. His sent a glance at the Wolfman and growled, sparks dancing around his claws.
Rosella whirled to face Rift with a look of anger and confusing, not faltering for a moment under his glare as she shouts, eyes wide at the state of his aura as she attempted to discern WHAT was going on with him.
"No, it's not. Let go of your pride and let us take this thing down together, or you will be treated like the creatures we just dealt with." She implores and stubbornly rebuffs, she continues her assault, though keeping a wary eye on Rift should he try anything.
The dragon bellowed as the tendons were severed clean, it started to lurch back when a few spinning blades caught it square in the torso. the blast from them injured and angered the massive creature as it struggled to gain some type of footing, then it collapsed, the remnants of the building falling in an on it as well. It was covered in debris and wounds and could barely gain a foothold to stand. Although crippled and bleeding profusely from many deep gashes and wounds, the beast still flailed away, swiping with claws, using its spear like tail in an attempt to impale, and sending cones of various breaths from fire to the disintigration out widly. The argument between rift and the others seemed to be a slight distraction, the tail came up and tried to impale rift as his focus was shifted elsewhere.
Kalak caught the chain in the neck and and stepped back a few paces, the chain being wrapped around his neck seemed to enrage the Daemon knight. With one of his hands he gripped the chain and pulled, pulled with a strength of a high daemon Knight lord. His blade came up in an attempt to impale rythiel on its end. The magics toni was using against the Knight were slowing it, It didnt break free form the holds on its legs untill the chian hit it . The chain, toni would have noticed that when the chain hit the knight, and he grasped it, it seemed to take energy from it. healing itself with the magic essence of the lillum. Rythiel was providing a source of replenishment .
Shepherd smirked at Rift.
"Does Lizzy want a cookie to feels all betters?"
Shepherd then pouted and then chuckled. He summoned more of his blades as the blue cross shaped energy blades appeared in his hands ready to launch at the Dragon to finish it off.
"Take it easy on Rift guys. He been turned into a Weapon, I know what that's like." He looks at Rift "What are ya? A tool for some unknown force? Or ya own being?"
Rosella simply sighs before continuing her assault, delving into intangibility as it finishes to safely witness the effects it may have on the dragon, glowing emerald as she offers the form to buff up their defense to those who accept it.
To most mortals, it looked like Rhythiel vanished, or if they had the perception needed to move at super speeds, like she had been sucked in. Those who could perceive the realms of spirits and souls knew better...
A feline howl cut through the other sounds of battle. Those familiar with cats might think it a song of triumph. Those who, like Toni, could understand the speech of animals, heard the command, "Strike now, Squire!"
Deep within the darkness that passed for Kalak's soul, a figure appeared, clad in armor of light, with gloriously colored feathers on her wings, and a brightly glowing sword in her left hand. "Thank you for the invitation!" Rhythiel struck out at the structure of Kalak's soul, her blade cutting deep...
Toni gestured, and the thorns of the roses grew long and sharp, cutting into Kalak's flesh...
Confident that her allies can handle the dragon, Rosella turns to aid Rytheil and Toni in sundering Kalak, by phasing through him in a swirl of emerald energy and reappearing in solid form on the other side, hoping to weaken him before bombarding him with wave after wave of spiritual force, intending to concussively impact his soul and aura.
As the deamon knight was held firm by the grasp of the thorns, it was waging an inner battle as well, Rythiels blade cut and weaved and sunk into the very essence of what made the being sentinent. The blackness of the soul was like a void. It wnet on seemingly for ever. with each cut, it appeared to weaken. its strength now sapping at every swing. The battle went on for what would seem like hours, in reality it was but a few fleeting moments. The being could not defend against such intrusions. it had no way of striking back.....it was over. To those watching on the outside, Kalak seemed to stand still. then his chestplate caved in, then its helmet did, and finally its body just fell tp peices as the Lillum destroyed it from te inside out.
About to send another wave, Rose smiles as the knight collapses, having finally beaten the creature...before suddenly swaying as the exhaustion from drawing on her own spiritual power hits her like a freight train, catching herself on a nearby wall before her knees buckle, as she rasps out.
"Should have minded...my limits." She then turns to eye amongst all the defeated creatures, the remnants of the vampire that they slew...
That she slew, callously and painfully despite it's intentions.
And with that sickening realization, that it may not have been even conscious of it's actions, she slides down the wall, giving into the tired and languid arms of mental anguish and defeat.
Shepherd looked at rose as he walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. Not everyone was used to fighting these creatures and doing what had to be done.
"These are creatures that normally prey on mortals. We did what had to be done. If not many mortals would have died tonight."
Rose looks up to Shepard, lowering her head.
"It doesn't excuse the fact that I-we took a life...it could have been under duress for all we know."
The wolfman snarled at the threat from Rift. "Same side bub!" He howled before launching off the dragon and looking around at the remaining targets.
The only thing left was the dragon. Choosing not to stick his neck out where it's not desired, the wolfman stood on back legs and shifted back into a mostly human form. The wolf muzzle was short but still doglike. The fur still covered his back and shoulders, and his hair fell to a shorter cropped look. His yellow eyes were still bright and glowing, but now appeared more human. He kept to the shadows and waited to see how the rest of the fight with the dragon went.
Rhythiel stood up, the loose armor clattering around her. Her appearance was back to normal, red skin and leathery wings. "Trust me, child. I know about choices and living with them. While you mourn this life" - she indicated the vampyr - " and your part in ending it, consider also the lives it would have taken had you not stopped it. And if it was controlled, and not responsible for its actions, that only means there is another who should share your blame, but would likely never think to blame herself."
Toni landed, and took Rosella's hand. "We make the best choices we can, if it's the wrong choice we try to fix it. If we can't," Toni's voice caught, then resumed, "then all we can do is try not to make the same mistakes again."
Shepherd smiled at Rythiel before looking back at Rose..
"A vampire can not be controlled that easily. To control it, you would have to be very powerful. The creature was already dead. A vampire is a souless being who has had it's life snuffed and though they were once victim, it's not always easy to have them return to their humanity. I have tried. it is the reason I was given the name shepherd becauseI reached a point that I would show these creatures mercy and protected them like I do the humans but not all can be redeemed. Many times, once they die all hat remains is monster, a cold dead monster."
Rose closed her eyes as she soaked in the words of those around her, and nodded slowly, sweeping the lengths of black hair from her face as she stood slowly, gathering herself as she faces Toni, pulling him into a spur of the moment hug before turning to Rythiel, addressing the both of them with a gradually steadying voice.
"Your right...as much as this is tragic, there is still someone culpable for all of these creature's suffering, and wallowing in my own guilt won't set them free or end these attacks." With a quickly renewing confidence, she snaps her fingers, sparks of emerald power appearing as she readies herself, the light sent of sage filling the air as she does so.
Turning back to the dragon, she eyes it for a moment before choosing to step back, not yet fully rested, as she turns to discuss with Toni, a wry smile on her lips.
"So it looks like we both have some secrets to share, hmm?"
Rift hefted a chunk of debris to intercept projectiles heading towards the dragon. What... what was even going through his head anymore. He paused to take in Rotten Luck's question, only to feel a sudden pang through the back. From his torso, the spear like tail of the dragon ruptured through his sternum, covered in an oily black ichor, as thick as tar. It behaved like congealed blood, but looked and smelled entirely different. Raw ether and arcane energy seethed from the 'blood' but the flesh around it acted more like broken ceramics. A shard of his chest even slid along the ground to the other's feet. A cough escaped the Reptile's maw, no blood reaching his throat to speak of. "What am I?--"
Rift's claws sparked again, the Violet, symbolic of a nuetral brawler had changed. Red sparks crackled about his fingers, as did the stripes on his body and the crystal structures on his back shift to red. "I remember." the tail spear would be severed mercilessly, and clutched tightly to the spear-like piece. Rift stepped forward, removing the tail from his torso and leaving just a gaping hole the size of a softball. His body felt pain as fatigue, knees bending lower from his own weight. "During Hurricane Atlas... Morpheus Rex hired me to kill capes. I guess that makes me a monster." A grin spread across the striker's face, then turned to a twisted scowl. "Eight vs one... Sounds fun." Rift cocked his hand back and held the spear firm. Eldritch markings burned into the boney object, and then with a toss, the spear flew through the air cracking with red sparks Towards Gideon.
Shepherd teleported before the spear reached him and appeared behind Rift with two cross blades i his hands ready to launch them.
The spear would be intercepted by a rift of spiritual power, redirecting it sideways away from Gideon, as Rose growls, eye glowing verdant as she prepares another attack, this time opening a rift underneath him and should he fall through, redeposit him into the side of a wall. Should he escape or move, she simply wills the rift to explode in concussive force outwards as she shouts.
"Then we'll look forward to trumping you, crétin." She hisses in French, before turning to Shepard and the others as she implores.
"Keep him covered and busy so I can try a banishing spell, something!" With that she floats a bit into the air, murmuring words in a distorted mix of French and voodoo words of power, calling on a Loa to begin the spell, arcane sigils forming in a secure circle about her, a summoned grimoire floating in front of her as she begins to read the lines of a banishment curse.
The wolfman dropped to all fours and completely morphed into the dire form he took at full rage. He howled loudly, invigorating his allies in the growing conflict. He snarled and growled and wagged as he now gathered with the group. The eldritch spear flew, and the wolfman barked and made a savage charge at the lizard.
Roxi was able to gather some debris from the building....the still writhing dragon, though injured, posed a threat. She dropped the debris crashing down on the beast as she called out to blue and the others. Blue seeing rift shift alliances, sped in to deal with the dragon. Lilly hovered over the winged menace as well still. She was annoying it , trying to keep it focused so her friends could finish the great beast off. Syl joined her friends against the dragon. not sure why rift changed, what happened...all she knew is the dragon was still a threat and needed to be dealt with. She immediately stepped over some debris and slammed he shoulder into the great beast as to try shove it back. Her tank form gave her great strength. Then blue fired vollies of ice shards into its already weakened torso. Roxi kept up her relentess assault of flinging debris , the sharper the better, at the foe.
A look of sadness crossed Rotten's face. Rift was someone that went through something like he did. Who enjoys the challenge of battle, who fought the monster he was turned into. Even worked for criminals and scum. Just here now the similarities split Ron chose to fight against the monster within, and it seems Rift accepted it. "No it means you're a coward for choosing to let the monster have it's way." to the others "I take Alpha!" He cracked his knuckles then charged to deliver a right jab for Rift's chest.
With Ron attacking Rift, Shepherd finally launched the blades at Rift while behind him.
The trick that the heroes missed was that a super, whose only real trick was teleporting, infused a thrown object with a bit of his power... Avoided, Or redirected, Rift willed the spear back on target, or into a new one. Shepherd moved out of the way, and flanked the reptilian, and Rose even went as far as wasting energy to redirect the weapon, but the weapon itself tore a hole in the air, and appeared inches in front of Rosella. She was lucky she went straight for a banishment. The Grimroire would likely save her from being impaled through the throat, but it made a large section of the text illegible. The spear's red sparks faded after it's one teleport was finished. The Dragon was still there, but it looked like being crippled, and wounded made it less of a threat
As a keen teleporter, Rift could feel portals opening underneath him, as well as behind. He spread his footing and secured himself just at the rim of the portal which would have sent him through a wall, then willed it in place with his own power. His own energies fended off the concussive force, attempting to make the portal stable. The Portal bellowed and distorted threatening to tear, but it did not explode. He spun one leg about to have Shepherd at his side rather than his back. The cross Blades flying through the air were inevitable. However, it was not unexpected. A counter was prepared, but with Rotten taking the front, a slightly different approach was taken.
What was originally going to be used to refuel himself was turned into a counter attack. Both of Rift's claws crackled red again and tore entry portals for the pair of Crossblades. They'd enter, then find their new path to line up with Rotten luck and the Wolfman. In all likely hood, the redirected assault would at least force the two melee based heroes to change paths, or less likely, but more preferable, take a surprise hit. Finally, he had to find an opening to counter attack. The Reptile drew his claws back, ready to tear open another portal to begin a counter assault.
The wolfman barely had enough time to change direction as the blades appeared right as he was beginning his leap. His only solution was the now ignored dragon. Choosing to lunge lower, he grabbed the neck and yanked hard hoping to pull the snapping jaws closer to Rift.
Yelling out in frustration, Rose wills the book to disappear as she is forced to adapt and rely on other spells, choosing for now to cast a jinx upon the first portal Rift creates once erected, intending to cause it to simply allow the projectiles he intends to redirect passage.
Rotten's energy was still good so when the blade appeared before him he didn't dodge or avoid it. Instead he just let it hit and kept going. Being the meat shield for those behind him was kind of his role in the group. He did grunt thought as the blades slices his left side "Damn... Don't ignore The dragon people!" A smile came to his lips as he created a portal above Rift like the one he used to drop down on the Vampyr this time however the second portal opened but he ran past it hoping that the portals would distract Rift enough for him to deliver a right hook.
A black and orange streak emerged from the shadows, leaping onto the tail of the dragon, running up its spine leaving a wake of scale shavings, onto the head without a Wolfman, and, finally, off of its snout towards Rift. It disappeared into the shadows again...
"Yes, you could say that we do." Toni set up another spot of light to make Rosella's reading easier, but the spear made that irrelevant... Gathering his energies back, Tony sent a squadron each of miniature Sopwith Camels and Fokker Triplanes to scale. They attacked.as one, giving Rift twelve different attack points to defend.
Rhythiel simply leapt into the air and sent her weighted chain at Rift, wondering if he realized that it could only be teleported so far...
A chain came crashing from the sky, it's loud clattering alerting the striker to it's presence. A quick hop backwards kept the reptile from being pulverized. Rubble popped into the air from cracked asphalt, but the striker paid it no mind. The chain had a trick to it, didn't it? Didn't it move strangely before? The thought entered his mind and parked itself there, not leaving his thoughts. The Wolfman was attempting to pull one of the tired Dragon Heads over to bite at Rift, but with so many other heroes attacking it now, and it's own strength fading, it would likely just be trying to survive: to escape to fight another day if it valued it's life over it's master's commands. Rift Disregarded the Dragon head for a moment. If it bit at him, he'd just have to move away from the jaws faster than an encumbered wolf-thing. It was likely the wolf who was dragging the dragon ((lawl :3 )) was actually the bigger threat at this point.
Rotten's first portal opened up, and Rift prepared an eldritch circle in his palm in an instant. This worked before to recharge, so maybe the Striker could get a mid-fight energy-snack again when the zombie fell on top of him. However, that never happened. Ron ran past the portal and instead threw a fist. Melee range with Rotten Luck was Achieved. The zombie hero was clever, or at least, Rift didn't give him enough credit where credit was due. He expected the same straight forward attacks that the other heroes had been working with. Trying to predict Rotten's attack resulted in taking a heavy hook to the ribs, or rather, where ribs would be in a normal body. ((Rift IS 8 feet-ish, so a hit to the jaw seems awkward xD)) A small crack the size of a single knuckle marked the point of impact, and Rift was pushed from the force. He staggered slightly and let out a little cough, then planted a foot and turned to send a quick snap-kick towards Rotten Luck.
Numerous mini propeller-airplanes entered the fray now. Rift would have to play this differently. VERY differently. He performed a half handspring leaning backwards, and tore a portal in the ground. He dove down like a shark might, and popped up in front of an alleyway. Rift's portals made noises, so it's not like he could escape detection by teleporting. Quickly he dashed down the alley. He needed to bait the heroes into a more controlled fight. If he was right, their varied abilities to move around would mean they'd file into specific spacing. It also meant heroes couldn't bombard him from 360 degrees without the risk of collateral damage, or friendly fire. Think Rift, what could be turned against the heroes? Civilians could be threatened. Forcing friendly fire could delay them. Rotten Luck became Brains Hungry when drained to zero. Mystic energies could be stolen to recover some injury and stamina. Lethal wounds were apparently no longer lethal. Disabling the Striker meant losing pieces of his body, or losing all his magic charge...
This kept pointing back to the same strategy. To win this fight, he'd need to get Rotten Luck into his hungry state... But he'd see that coming, wouldn't he? He'd get the hell away the moment he saw that eldritch circle spin in the Striker's hands. So, something a little more clever was needed. Redirecting ranged attacks worked once, but it would be difficult to force another situation like that without being put on the receiving end of a firing squad... Focus Rift... Focus... Under his breath, a soft "Rin--" escaped his lips.
Seeing that Rift was about to cast...something, Rose opts to attempt to silence him by manifesting a gag of spiritual energy around his mouth, before beginning a assault by summoning solid silhouettes of spectral energy, denizens of the spirit plane to fight by her command, numbering 6 in all, armed with telekinesis and phasing abilities. Seeing their target, the first two attempt to phase through him in a attempt to weaken him, three others attempting to circle him in a cone of telekinetically manipulated glass and gravel.
However, as quickly as it began the attack stopped, as it was revealed to be a distraction, as the last specter remaining simply phases into Rift, and attempts to possess him, by forcing his own essence out of his body. However, the minions strength is clearly weaker then say Rose's, it should not be TOO hard to fight it's influences, despite it's relative strength.
Rosella, in the midst of the battle, shouts.
"Now, while he's distracted." Or hopefully distracted, depending on Rift's cunning and next moves.
With his foe avoiding everything, the wolfman kept his focus on the dragon. He climbed up the neck further and attempted to slash and gnash as much of the throat as he could until he knew he'd slashed vital arteries and muscle tissue. He could easily track Rift based on the noise he made, and didn't expect that he'd get too far nor was the fight over so easily.
Rift had only seen half of his arsenal of spiritual weapons. the gun and crossblades which were his ranged weapons. For melee he had his sword and fistblades. The Ghostwalker decided to summon his fistblades when a pair of energy blades appeared on his fists. it was easier for him to do his martial arts this way than with the sword. gave him more freedom. He looked at Rift and smirked. Ron would see a different side of Shepherd when fighting magical creatures. one with a meanstreak similar to Sin who enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. The others would notice this too as his expression changed.
Sings Loudly emerged from the shadows atop a nearby roof, to observe the dragon. This one seemed less intelligent than those he'd dealt with before, despite having twice the brains... or did committee rules apply?
Rhythiel pulled back her chain and followed Rift, not into the alley, but above it, near the limits of range for her chain...
Toni flew to where he could see into the alley, and reformed the two squadrons for another strike...
And when Rosella called out, both struck, Toni to distract, and Rhythiel aiming for the throat...
Shepherd went in pursuit of Rift once he summoned his fistblades. He was determined to slay Rift after seeing him for what he was. He was a threat that couldn't be aloud to keep his promise to kill heroes. In Shepherd's mind, he reached that point of no return and had to be eliminated.
Ron was a cage fighter long before he died. Fighters instinct was running strong as he braced himself and blocked the snap kick with a Jujutsu X Block and tried to used the extended leg to roll Rift over to faceplant him. "Told ya before Rift if ya want to spar just ask. We are much alike both made into a weapon and both enjoy the fight. But ya will always lose because my pride not big enough to prevent my friends from joining."
If Ron's takedown was a success, the end result didn't matter much. Rift would either push the undead enough with th eforce of the kick that a grab wasn't practical enough before he slipped into his portal, or he'd fall to the ground, and have let out a quick stomp to free himself from the grapple before diving through a portal the same way. Either way, Ron had a little distance to travel to attain melee range again. Damage from falling was rather minimal, and the dislodging kick would be just as minimally wounding. Both however, would just be a mark of pride. Right now, Rift didn't feel like talking. He was a little too focused on the larger fight. In the end, the Alleyway scene would play out:
The phasing spirits launched by Rosella felt like punches to the gut from regular men. Fit men, But regular men. Nothing that would do much more than cause a heaving feeling. Their gravel and glass trick was but an annoyance. It wasn't until A specter entered his body that Rift was truly inconvenienced. His mouth had some kind of binding over it, but his 'spell' wasn't a spoken one, but rather, a discipline. The Nine Cuts were a means of attaining heightened states of mind in certain cultures. In certain martial arts, they were believed to strengthen the body, and the mind. In philosophy, they were believed to give a glimpse at the eye of the universe. In Rift's eyes, they were a way of tapping into his own reserves and clearing his mind of panic. An Eldritch Circle Flashed in the Stalker's hands and pulsed in and out as he resisted the spirit inside himself. Finally he shoved his hand into the hole in his chest: a place only the spirit occupied. It's pure spiritual energy would be pulled into the energy conversion circle, and it's grip would weaken, then vanish. Rift on the other hand gained a tiny bit of energy. His voice was freed with the purging of the spirit, and he let out a loud "Hyo!" He raised his arms, taking a strike from the chain square on. The blow stung. It stung a lot. It left a crack running up the length of his arms from his elbow to his wrist, but it did not shatter anything.
"Toh!" Rift shouted, invoking harmony of body and mind. Rin and Hyo, power and energy, were the basics of the Kuji-Kiri, and were intended to invigorate the body and spirit for hardship. Toh, the idea of harmony between body and mind, was intended to elevate one's thinking, and make the body respond properly to one's wishes. These first three cuts were more or less a way of psyching one self up. What followed would be where things became more... interesting. Without too much thought, Rift plucked a Trash-can Lid and whirled it towards the cluster of planes, Captain America style. The trashcan had a cowering cat inside, so, He tossed that too. The animal would be in the air just long enough to make Toni feel a smidgen of Guilt if he pressed the attack. It should provide just enough hesitation for the Striker to Change locales again. A crack of thunder from his claws splitting the air once again, and a portal tore open, not behind, but in FRONT of Rhythiel, and just beneath her. Why in front? Because there had just been too many back-based teleport attacks lately, so maybe an assault to someone's front would be enough of a shock factor to cause a touch of panic. Rift lunged towards the demon with his claws bared, aiming to tear into the leathery membrane and slow her pursuit. He didn't bother to use the perfect-cut-teleport-slash thing he used on the dragon. He didn't want a perfect cut here. He wanted ripping and tearing to cause extra damage. Rift did realize he was now fighting a flying vigilante several stories in the air, but that's part of what would make things so unexpected.
Shepherd saw Rift attack his friend Rythiel as they both were now in the air which ment he had to change his plans as he summoned he twins and began shooting at Rift to get him off of her.
Toni's squadrons avoided the thrown lid, but the thrown cat pissed him off. The aircraft dissappated, and in the Camel closest to Rift a beagle in a leather flying helmet could be seen shaking his fist as it faded away. After reacquiring his target, he conjured a suit of articulated plate and a sword and went in pursuit...
Rhythiel backed air, but not fast enough to completely avoid Rift's rip. She sent a weight at Rift's face, and with her other hand attempted to seize the claw that had just torn her wing.
The cat being thrown through the air would be caught in the air by a fuming Rose almost in the manner of catching a football, but gently of course. Setting the creature down, she glares down Rift and ops to make his life a bit more eventful by revealing her coup de grace. Summoning her now healed grimoire as it had been sent away to mend itself, and summons the essence of the specters Rift trounced.
Three wisps of solid green energy begin to collide and shape themselves, as words discernible within her murmurs as 'golem' and 'guardian of the defeated' become apparent. Swirling together, the armored mass of spectral power begins to rise, it's full height a impressive ten feet, it's boots denting the sidewalk in sheer weight as it looks from it's helm at their target. Squaring it's shoulders, it would suddenly race forward with staggering speed as it leaps upwards in and attempt to swat the lizardman to the ground with impressive strength.
Her spell cast, and doing just about all she can, Rose buckles over for a moment before righting herself, hoping that this summoned entity, who's symbols and power is derived from her mixed heritage of witchcraft and voodoo, can at least give Rift a equating opponent to tackle, for at least a few minutes. She then shouts out to Toni and the others within melee range.
"Stay on guard, and watch for his portals!"
On top of a nearby building a streak of light blue flames occurred, anybody who could sense it would be able to tell it is spiritual energy in the form of flames. When the flames dissipated a figure standing on top of a pile of light blue glowing ashes could be seen. The figure stepped out of the ashes and he was revealed: a man dressed in an open black trench coat, purple shirt, red tie, black gloves, black formal pants, black formal shoes and a black leather belt. His head is replaced by a floating skull, lit ablaze by an eerie light blue flame. Spiritual energy surrounded this figure, mostly manifesting as the flame surrounding his skull.. He looked up at the battle as another streak of light blue flames occurred right behind him, summoning a sinister-looking chair upon which he sat down.
Sings Loudly noted the thrown cat being caught and set down by the witch, and then taking off at impressive speed down the street.
He also noted the arrival the Faceless.
The dragon was being hit from all sides. Blue was sending freezing bolts of ice, and syl kept slamming it with her powerful fists. The head the wolfman had pulled down was the same one it had injuyred before and was all but useless now taking even more damage. it could barely put up a fight , Its claws would come in and be easily dodged by the group. After the wolfman had brought the head down, blue seized his oppurtunity, He sped up to the dragon and put his hands on its flesh, as close to the nearly prone chest he could. THe freezing took longer , but he was persistant, even being raked slightly by a claw. He never let go.....the the great beast, stopped swaying. it stopped lashing, it just went still, the appendages dropped where they were and the great beast was no more. Blue had frozen the majority of its torso solid, including all eternal organs. This monstrosity was done.
Knowing the raging battle with rift was going on, and rift was outnumbered.....Blue looked Roxi, syl, and lilly. "we should stay out of this fight" .....he thought a second, then he looked at Roxi and they both nodded. Roxi was enabling them to talk telepathically. Syl changed back to her human form, and lilly adressed the wounds of the group... She turned to the wolfman and sent healing auras towards him as well , seeing he was the only other one not down the alley already in the fight with rift. With that , Blue and roxi Sped away.....They had teams in precarious positions at the moment and they needed to attend to thier friends. Syl took off as well.....but she didnt go back to egypt. Instead she headed to the apartment. Lilly was the only one that remained, she had insisted incase anyone here would need her healing touch.....hero or villain. She hovered way up high and just watched from above.
Shepherd noticed Faceless near by as he watched the fight rage on
Rift's best option for avoiding the weight striking out at his face was in all honesty, limited to ducking. He couldn't avoid the hit. Not with limited maneuverability. He could however, move enough so that the blow wouldn't be super damaging. With his head tilting like it did, the Weight struck first, His crown of horns atop his head. They were ornate, decorative, served no real purpose, but for the moment, they would act like a crumple zone and absorb an impact a little. All the horns on one side of his head on the front snapped off and shattered, drifting to the ground to turn to dust. The weight continued, finding contact with Rift's brow, just above the same side's eye. A large X shaped crack formed fromt he impact, streaking over the bridge of his nose to his cheekbone. Up over his entire forehead in two directions, and across his brow and into his eye. The whites of the eye slowly tainted black as his thick ichor-blood seeped in to the socket. For the moment, his vision was fine.
Rhythiel's grab at his on right hard wasn't so expected however. All the while, The Striker felt the pop of weapon's fire strike his back. Was this man mad? Did he not care for friendly fire? Rift made sure to twist his body in the air, forcing a bit of arial twisting and turning and tumbling from the demon. A demon was strong, but what were the chances they were accustomed to carrying a flailing foe of 400 pounds or more, while having to deal with a slightly damaged wing? Rift continued to force the twisting and turning in the air, forcing heroes to cause friendly fire. During all this, naturally Rift made sure to lash out with his left hand to get his own grip on the demon. He opted to grab at the Demon's arm which held the chain and then continued his assault on her wings with his clawed feet. Twisting and turning, spinning and flailing, the two currently airborne beings would be too close to effectively catch just one of them in an attack. "I hope you like friendly fire..." He whispered to the Demon. For a little extra fun, an eldritch circle would form under his grip, and attempt to steal some of the demon's own strength to recover a little.
The golem would have to change it's tactic from striking at Rift to taking over the grapple or trying to pry the demon and the striker apart. Rift did note it's arrival, but it's not like he could do anything about it right now. The same would apply for Toni. There was a distinct change in strategy, but there wasn't much the striker could do about fending him off other than giving the heroes the constant risk of friendly fire. Toni could try to make precision strikes with his newly formed sword, but until the twisting creatures could be separated, a clean hit would be difficult.
Rotten's portal opened then somewhere above rift and this time Ron did leap through for a flying tackle at Rift. "Sorry no snacking on my allies."
With the dragon defeated and the group shrinking, the wolfman looked back as Blue's crew departed. Before they had left, he was sure to bark a thanks and show his respect to them for their skill in the fight. Looking down the alley, the wolfman made his way up to a rooftop to watch the fighting. Across the building skyline, he watched Faceless appear. Unsure if he was friend of foe or if a threat was immediate or delayed, the wolfman crouched on the roof edge and kept watchful glowing yellow eyes on the conflict below.
as Roxi left the fight, she sent a telepathic image to thier new ally the woflman. All she said was "don't be a stranger" and sent an image of a coffee shop sign that read 'The Daily Grind'
Rhythiel considered accepting Rift's invitation as she had Kalak's. But there was too much she didn't know about Rift, so she settled for wrapping both pairs of wrists in her chains, binding the two together. She could only cut the flow of her energy so much while maintaining the lock, so he could still get a trickle. "Where you go, I go."
The addition of Rotten Luck complicated thing while she attempted to control her fall, and she told Rift an address. "It's a police station. I recomm"- the three bolts hitting her back, two stopped by kevlar, one not, interrupted her-"recommend the south door."
She spread her wings to stop their spin with Rift on top. Toni was close enough to hear as she exclaimed, "Take me there if you want to live!"
Faceless glanced over the wolfman, but then looked back at the battle. Moments later another person arrived through the same method as faceless did, but this person was a girl about 16 years old and wearing some form of royal clothing. "Didn't i tell you to stay home?" Faceless said, as the girl stepped out of the ashes her teleportation left behind. "But dad..." She said, "...I really want to see this world. Home is getting boooooring!" Faceless lets out a sigh, but then says:"Fine, be back at home in at least five hours." "Thanks, dad." She said, then jumping off the rooftop and running off, disappearing in the distance. Faceless then continued his staring at the battle.
Rose's golem instantly moves to wrap it's arms around Rift's lower legs, hoping it's sheer weight will drag Rift off of Rythiel as they teleport, so that she may recover in time for the next round, of sorts. Rosella herself would hover alongside Toni intangibly, and begins to try and reinvigorate and heal Rythiel a spell of basic healing and fortitude, murmuring in archaic tongues before inquiring to Toni.
"Care to drag me with you if this dance is moving to another venue?" She asks.
"Yes, but I'm thinking the band is winding down. One way or another." Toni glanced at Shepherd's eyes and prayed that Rift took the lifeline Rhythiel had offered...
On the roof, Sings Loudly noted the arrival and departure of the youngling near the Faceless one. The dragon being defeated, he then turned his attention to Rift.
Shepherd had been a little angry due to how things turned out just then his phone rang as he checked it was Luna sending him a text as he began to calm down. It had been a bit of a stressful night for him. he then texted back.
"I'll be home soon hun."
Faceless stood up from his chair as it turned into light blue glowing ash. He raised his arm upwards and it ignited in light blue flame. The flame grew larger and larger over time, but soon stopped growing. He then placed his arm on his skull and the fire on his skull absorbed the one in his hand. "Thank you." He said. "I've sadly got other matters to attend to..." He said before disappearing in a streak of light blue flame.
Bound, Grappled by not one, but Three heroes, or rather, two heroes, and a hero's pet... He couldn't channel his power to his hands properly, but he'd be damned if he took a charity prison cell. "Done? So... Soon?" He asked, rasping the words out. He wasn't out of breath, the words were simply difficult to assemble without a very good charge. His torso was pinned by Rotten Luck, His hands were bound and held by Rhythiel, his legs were pinned to the ground by the golem. Shepherd had the audacity to text during a fight, and Toni had given up the assault altogether. Rift had one option left, though he wouldn't like it. He'd be damned if he submitted to a prison sentence, but he only had the one choice. "I've... Got to /hand/ it to you all... But, if You think I'll Submit?... Heh..."
Rift's entire body began to spark, hiding his intent of how he'd strike. He had no free arms or legs to lash out with, but... He did have SOMETHING to lash with. Bound to the ground by 3 heroes, he had but one option... Rift's crystal-tipped tail snapped about, cutting himself free. He couldn't cut through magical forces very easily with the teleport strike, unless they allowed it, or he could overpower their source of power... So he had no alternative. There were five loud cracks of thunder in less than a second. Any communication between the heroes, unless telepathic, would be lost. The heroes were left holding Rift's severed hands and lower torso. He'd hacked himself to pieces leaving only his rib-line and up (minus his hands and wrists) in order to free himself... He even opened a portal over his body to prevent the heroes from grabbing at the one important piece of the puzzle. A small portal also tore open just next to the striker as his severed upper torso rolled in. There was no exit portal. The Black oily blood left behind left a smell most foul. It's origin could be researched, or it could be left alone. To those directly touching it, if gave a burning sensation without actually being caustic and it would also leave a blackened mark on the skin. It's significance? Who knew.
Rift drifted through the void, barely conscious. He needed something to fuel himself. Something to rebuild before his body weakened, and ether left him a motionless husk in the empty void without hands, or incarcerated without a chance to escape. Where could he dump himself out for a quick magical snack? He thought and thought--
At the sight of Rift voluntarily dismembering himself and promptly escaping, Rose barely suppresses the urge to gag or upchuck, looking away as she wills the golem to depart in a ripple of magic. The long fight finally over, Rosella turns to face what's left of the heroes, shakily speaking.
"Not bad for m-my first patrol." With that comment, she turns to Toni and implores, while gesturing to a sidewalk not littered with debris. "Care to walk and talk, Toni." Her tone is rarely serious, a voice only used on occasions whether in a play or a presentation, or now casting spells.
Seeing the conflict had been contained, the wolfman quietly made his way back to the ground. He kept to the shadows, watching. His glowing yellow eyes the only betrayal that he was there.
Rotten stood up looking at the bloody remains where Rift was. His face was twitching was he angry or remorseful, perhaps both. Then his phone rang and he took it out "Ya who's this?"
Rhythiel dismissed her chains and pried herself loose from Rift's abandoned hand. She stood, and stretched her wings out. Still a bit stiff, but functional. "Thank you for the healing, Sorcière. And I thank you all for your aid. That one is stubborn. I think he shall force someone to put him on their list of regrets."
Toni dismissed his armor and sword, and walked over to Rosella. After what Rift had just done, he suspected she might need some normalcy. "So, what would you like to talk about first? I hear the next play is to be a musical..."
Rose smiles to Rythiel as she replies, handing the former Lillium a card bearing her name and phone number, underneath the words 'Madame Burdelon's Wares and Charms.', a known underground hub that supplies benevolent magic users with effects to help their studies.
"No problem mon ami, and if you ever need aid, do not hesitate to contact me." She then turns to walk with Toni, leading him down a quiet and unmarred street to a stable bench, sitting down gingerly.
"It is, Wicked to be exact...what a coincidence" She smiles, but it falters for a moment as she inquires, again in seriousness. "And I guess this means you know about my extra curricular activities." She states solemnly, suddenly finding her shoes the most interesting thing in the world as she stares them down.
Toni looked aside. "I had figured it out, yes. Before tonight, though, I wasn't even aware you had powers, let alone were using them. Are you in those classes yet? I'll probably be taking some of them next semester."
She nods in response to his inquiry, looking up at him as she states, appearing...strangely unguarded and vulnerable. "I will be as well, so at least that's something that Madison Groves wont infect. And I hope you'll keep this a secret, I mean I'll keep your own without question...but if they discovered I was a witch...they'll pick apart everything I do and earn, brand it as witchcraft or worse."
She looks down, shuffling her feet as she doesn't both to brush the veil of luscious black hair that falls into her field of vision.
Toni held his hand over his heart. "They won't hear it from me. And I'll do my best to make sure it doesn't get around from other sources. Although for Massachusetts this town seems fairly tolerant of...alternative religious-magical systems. I mean, I read the history books about things like the Salem witchcraft scare and find it hard to believe folks here would do something like that, or put up with anyone who would suggest it."
Rose smiles at knowing that he would stick up for her, suddenly pulling him in for a tender hug, before awkwardly pulling back with a fresh blush upon her cheeks. Clearing her thraot, she resolves back to her serious tone, speaking a bit gravely.
"You'd be surprised at what people will do once they find out someone is strange, inhuman...different. And on that note, the Salem witch trials were the only fairly DOCUMENTED persecution of witches since the Colonies were established...it only got worse from there, and that's just from stories my mother told." She states, and if burning at the stake wasn't the worst thing they could face, then what was?
Clearing her thoughts with a smile, she manages to crack a joke.
"And no, I'm no Marie Laveau, though I must say she did like Angela Basset's performance of her." She adds with a smirk. "And I guess I am right for the role of Elphaba."
Toni considered the stories his father had told about how much effort the family had put into keeping Great-Great-Grandmother Flora's claims about the paternity of her son (Great-Grandpa Daniel Mercer) out of public knowledge. Now it was just a family story, and jokes about elf-blood. Back at the turn of the twentieth century... She'd have been committed, at the very least.
"I suppose, with the right make-up, we can make you look as plain as Elphaba..."
Rose chuckles for a moment before inquiring.
"So you know a fair bit about me, what do you want to share about you?"
Ron turned and walked through a portal returning to the Whitehold apartments still talking on the phone.
"Well, I've been studying Aikido for a few years now. That came as almost a big a surprise to Coleman as finding out I was a guy did, I think. And Setzer over there" - Toni whirled and pointed directly at the large orange and black striped cat -"has been teaching me to use the magic that Elves use Underhill. The conjured animated constructs seem to come instinctively, at least since my six-week long trip to Underhill last month. And no, your right, I wasn't absent. It all happened in one night. Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff."
Rose blinks as she takes this all in, smiling to Setzer as she replies, chuckling.
"I'm sorry I missed that moment, then again Kyle probably doesn't have any deductive brain cells left. And what can you reveal to me about the Underhill? What kind of creatures, locations...does it have WiFi access, is it Shakespeare's vacation home?" Jokes amidst peppering him humorously with questions galore.
Shepherd walked up to Rythiel Toni and Rose.
"Rythiel it was nice fighting by your side again. I'll see you when i head back to the church to do my daily check up on David."
Shepherd then turned to Rose and Toni.
"It was nice meeting the both of you."
Rose smiles to Shepard as she replies.
"I believe the pleasure is our's, not every day we get to fight alongside someone like you...not bad for fighting a dragon on my first patrol."
Shepherd smiled at Rose.
"Not bad at all. You did exceptionally well."
Toni smiled at her as well. "That she did, though I'm not exactly the most experienced hero myself."
Shepherd looked at Toni and then smiled.
"We all have to start somewhere. when I first gained my immortality and abilities I got myself unintentionally captured by the minions of the vampire I was hunting down."
Rose's cheeks are dusted in a blush at the attention she was shown, replying with a smirk.
"Aww shucks you guys, I was just homeschooled." She smiles before stating to Toni.
"Don't count yourself out Puck, you were amazing to watch, controlling those plants like you did." Compliments, before turning with curiosity to Shepard.
"What happened then, I mean if you don't mind sharing?"
"The vampires didn't count on my abilities. i escaped and killed some of the minions only to find their Leader who was supposed to be a friend of mine draining my beloved Luna and embracing her. we fought and he escaped. I had to give Luna some of my blood to counteract the affects of the vampire blood she had drank. though she didn't finish the process of the embrace it was still enough to turn her until I gave her my own."
Rose blinks at the story, before inquiring with genuine concern.
"And what is Luna now? Is she alright?"
Shepherd smiled at her.
"Yes she is alright but due to the mingling of my blood with the little bit of vampire blood she consumed she had become something different. a new hybrid."
Toni's mind boggled at the thought of a hybrid between a vampire and someone who wielded a spiritual Light. "That must make for an unusual mix of powers."
Sings Loudly joined the group openly, sniffing once at Shepherd, then Rosella, before moving next to Toni. He didn't add anything to the conversation at this point.