As the ball of crackling energy deflected off the last burst of warding winds encircling her and crackled overhead, Lyntael glanced towards the light show and resettled her stance. She'd met people that a blast like that would probably have killed; whether it was a victim of torment or not, she wasn't getting through to the creature but she really couldn't leave it be either, now that she was here. Even if the cycling roar of her charge was more stable for now, the longer she spent fighting the more it continued to press on her; she was having a hard time holding it back now, and the pain in her limbs, and her chest, was beginning to reach those old, familiar levels that made it difficult for her to function. She grit her teeth; she had to get this done with.
The sands were still impeding her focus, even if they were finally beginning to die down, she needed a better perspective. Lyntael pulled on the remaining flurry of sandstorm winds as another wave of sparks rolled from her body, scattering into the air. She gathered herself, ready, then sprang upwards, trailing a spiralling vortex of wind in a column behind her and casting her whole body gracefully aloft, high up above the skirmish. Though she didn't see it herself, Lyntael felt a subtle flow of calmer energy down her back as she leapt; silvery platinum light traced across the folded dragon wing design on the back of her armour, then lifted out behind her into a slender set of spectral wings, almost as though the armour itself had unfolded them.
She hung, hovering briefly at the top of the updraught as she focused her aim on the hostile metavirus, then embraced her charge again. It swelled in her chest, drawing in from the rest of her body as she drew her free hand backward to anticipate the flow. The charge combined then rushed outward as Lyntael thrust the hand forward, sending a brilliant flare of lightning arcing downwards at the Scuttle. The burst spiralled on itself guided by an encasing tunnel of wind, while Lyntael herself pulled her hand back before the bolt could drain her body completely; even with the dragoniers' focus, too much at once was still dangerous.
The brief feeling of expending her energy was replaced by the resounding flood of it rushing back faster, burning at her muscles and pulsing in her chest. Maybe if she could hold it still, or stop it from attacking somehow, she could put things to rest more quickly. Still focused on the Scuttle below as she floated just at the edge of the wind column, Lyntael reached back with her free hand, focusing her intent. Her armour traced with silvery light as the cross responded and, as she let energy build in her strikers, it formed into a slender, graceful rapier in her gauntleted grip. On the next pulse of her charge, Lyntael lunged, dashing forward and down as she left the air current and descended. Behind her, the faintly spectral silver dragon wings swept back into a dive while ahead her weapon thrust out, cracking with light and energy and trailing a protective current of wind about her swooping form.
She struck down, sending a crash of sand flying up in every direction as she aimed to pin some part of the massive virus down, or even to itself, with the weapon. Whether to hold it still or impede its attacks, she just needed something that would give her more freedom to stop it quickly. She sprung clear, leaving the blade where it lodged as the momentum of the downward dive rebounded through her. The spectral wings folded and faded away as her clawed boots hit the sand and she caught her stance, then immediately dashed back in at the creature, taloned gauntlets low.
Lyntael didn't let herself slow as she met with the creature, moving swiftly in and around its legs and body now in a rapid flurry of clawed strikes and kicks, each aimed at different joints or other potential weak points. Each time a blow landed or pushed the creature back, she moved with it, closing again as she unconsciously matched its aggression with her own. The growing ache in her limbs gave way to a breathy growl in her throat that eventually became a half-snarled shout alongside her final kick for the moment. She sprang off and away from the creature's form, turning over in the air to land on her feet again, panting and with her teeth bared. Her charge was desperate to expend again, straining against her body, and she could feel her limbs tremble ever so slightly with the adrenalin and the burgeoning weight of electricity. Sparks crackled on her skin as she stood, glancing to one side where the jelly in the water had continued to harass her through the encounter. She straightened for a moment, holding one hand out towards it as ready lightning crackled in her palm.
“You can leave any time! You don't have to be here.” What might normally have come out as an invitation or a plea towards the side-lined lesser virus, this time emerged as growled shout, and something more of a threat than she knew she would have wanted, if she'd been calmer. Any virus that wasn't sapient enough to be swayed by persuasive conversation was equally unlikely to be moved by threats or fear, she knew that... but in this moment, her mind was focused more on threat removal than mercy.
Summary
L1) Action Precluded: Buster Charge
L2) AirStep Creating High Altitude Updraught
L3) My Faith Can Heal, with time for laughter (Buster Charge, Feint, Movement, 10Elec Nova2, Knockback (Wind-Type), Self-Slow (1 Rank, 1 round)) (Leaping to HA with the wind, not intending to take anything with me)
L4) My Torment Rebels; I will not break (ShotBase(50)Elec, Break, Impact, Slashing, Knockback (Wind-Type), Charge-Burner)(Overcharge +1) (To Scuttle)
L*) Fast Armour: 20Hp Casing Refresh
L5) Half-charge Strike (300Elec, Disarm, A)
L6) A Knight's Valour (Buster Strike (30null, Disarm x 5 hits, A), Knockback (Wind-Type, Double Strength), Buster Strike (30null, Disarm x 5 hits, A), Knockback (Wind-Type, Double Strength) (Overcharge +1)
L*) Overcharge Dampener (Overcharge -1)
Cooldowns and Overcharge
My Pain is Real; it lingers after (Ready)
My Fear Swell, but I hold tight (2TCD
My Vision Alters, yet I see through (1TCD)
My Soul Screams, and yet I fight (1TCD)
My Faith Can Heal, with time for laughter (3TCD)
My Torment Rebels; I will not break (3TCD)
My Fear Rejected, with hopeful stride (1TCD)
My Thoughts Collected, no more to hide (2TCD
My Anger Directed, 'gainst violent threat (1TCD)
A Scarred Soul, with love to give (1TCD)
A Knight's Ward (1TCD)
A Knight's Valour (2TCD)
Overcharge: Begin: +14, My Torment Rebels (+1), A Knights Valour (+1), Overcharge Dampener (-1), End: +15 (Effective Overcharge: +13)
posted in Beach Rogue Net •
The sands were still impeding her focus, even if they were finally beginning to die down, she needed a better perspective. Lyntael pulled on the remaining flurry of sandstorm winds as another wave of sparks rolled from her body, scattering into the air. She gathered herself, ready, then sprang upwards, trailing a spiralling vortex of wind in a column behind her and casting her whole body gracefully aloft, high up above the skirmish. Though she didn't see it herself, Lyntael felt a subtle flow of calmer energy down her back as she leapt; silvery platinum light traced across the folded dragon wing design on the back of her armour, then lifted out behind her into a slender set of spectral wings, almost as though the armour itself had unfolded them.
She hung, hovering briefly at the top of the updraught as she focused her aim on the hostile metavirus, then embraced her charge again. It swelled in her chest, drawing in from the rest of her body as she drew her free hand backward to anticipate the flow. The charge combined then rushed outward as Lyntael thrust the hand forward, sending a brilliant flare of lightning arcing downwards at the Scuttle. The burst spiralled on itself guided by an encasing tunnel of wind, while Lyntael herself pulled her hand back before the bolt could drain her body completely; even with the dragoniers' focus, too much at once was still dangerous.
The brief feeling of expending her energy was replaced by the resounding flood of it rushing back faster, burning at her muscles and pulsing in her chest. Maybe if she could hold it still, or stop it from attacking somehow, she could put things to rest more quickly. Still focused on the Scuttle below as she floated just at the edge of the wind column, Lyntael reached back with her free hand, focusing her intent. Her armour traced with silvery light as the cross responded and, as she let energy build in her strikers, it formed into a slender, graceful rapier in her gauntleted grip. On the next pulse of her charge, Lyntael lunged, dashing forward and down as she left the air current and descended. Behind her, the faintly spectral silver dragon wings swept back into a dive while ahead her weapon thrust out, cracking with light and energy and trailing a protective current of wind about her swooping form.
She struck down, sending a crash of sand flying up in every direction as she aimed to pin some part of the massive virus down, or even to itself, with the weapon. Whether to hold it still or impede its attacks, she just needed something that would give her more freedom to stop it quickly. She sprung clear, leaving the blade where it lodged as the momentum of the downward dive rebounded through her. The spectral wings folded and faded away as her clawed boots hit the sand and she caught her stance, then immediately dashed back in at the creature, taloned gauntlets low.
Lyntael didn't let herself slow as she met with the creature, moving swiftly in and around its legs and body now in a rapid flurry of clawed strikes and kicks, each aimed at different joints or other potential weak points. Each time a blow landed or pushed the creature back, she moved with it, closing again as she unconsciously matched its aggression with her own. The growing ache in her limbs gave way to a breathy growl in her throat that eventually became a half-snarled shout alongside her final kick for the moment. She sprang off and away from the creature's form, turning over in the air to land on her feet again, panting and with her teeth bared. Her charge was desperate to expend again, straining against her body, and she could feel her limbs tremble ever so slightly with the adrenalin and the burgeoning weight of electricity. Sparks crackled on her skin as she stood, glancing to one side where the jelly in the water had continued to harass her through the encounter. She straightened for a moment, holding one hand out towards it as ready lightning crackled in her palm.
“You can leave any time! You don't have to be here.” What might normally have come out as an invitation or a plea towards the side-lined lesser virus, this time emerged as growled shout, and something more of a threat than she knew she would have wanted, if she'd been calmer. Any virus that wasn't sapient enough to be swayed by persuasive conversation was equally unlikely to be moved by threats or fear, she knew that... but in this moment, her mind was focused more on threat removal than mercy.
Summary
L1) Action Precluded: Buster Charge
L2) AirStep Creating High Altitude Updraught
L3) My Faith Can Heal, with time for laughter (Buster Charge, Feint, Movement, 10Elec Nova2, Knockback (Wind-Type), Self-Slow (1 Rank, 1 round)) (Leaping to HA with the wind, not intending to take anything with me)
L4) My Torment Rebels; I will not break (ShotBase(50)Elec, Break, Impact, Slashing, Knockback (Wind-Type), Charge-Burner)(Overcharge +1) (To Scuttle)
L*) Fast Armour: 20Hp Casing Refresh
L5) Half-charge Strike (300Elec, Disarm, A)
L6) A Knight's Valour (Buster Strike (30null, Disarm x 5 hits, A), Knockback (Wind-Type, Double Strength), Buster Strike (30null, Disarm x 5 hits, A), Knockback (Wind-Type, Double Strength) (Overcharge +1)
L*) Overcharge Dampener (Overcharge -1)
Cooldowns and Overcharge
My Pain is Real; it lingers after (Ready)
My Fear Swell, but I hold tight (2TCD
My Vision Alters, yet I see through (1TCD)
My Soul Screams, and yet I fight (1TCD)
My Faith Can Heal, with time for laughter (3TCD)
My Torment Rebels; I will not break (3TCD)
My Fear Rejected, with hopeful stride (1TCD)
My Thoughts Collected, no more to hide (2TCD
My Anger Directed, 'gainst violent threat (1TCD)
A Scarred Soul, with love to give (1TCD)
A Knight's Ward (1TCD)
A Knight's Valour (2TCD)
Overcharge: Begin: +14, My Torment Rebels (+1), A Knights Valour (+1), Overcharge Dampener (-1), End: +15 (Effective Overcharge: +13)