Lyntael heard herself bite back a small sound of effort as errant shots glanced off her and her body responded with repeated waves of retaliatory sparks. Each little sharp, sudden expenditure like that made the next faster, and she could feel the cycle of charge starting to numb her extremities from the volume of charge moving across her. Errant splashes of water went ignored for now, though some part of her was keenly aware of the now wet sand clinging and sticking with a gritty insistence as she moved. The small thread of awareness that remained ever aware of being a young woman was, at this moment, keenly glad that it had been her skirt she'd lost, and not her actual underwear this time. She shook her head and refocused.
Energy flickered beneath the surface of her skin in a pattern of dancing light caustics, straining to release at any provocation, and Lyntael tried to squint, keeping the sand from her eyes as best she could while she focused on the fight in front of her, as well as keeping herself under control. Sparks rolled from her body, fanning out into the storm as the personal spiral of wind about her tried to counter the blowing sands. She darted back, light on her toes and did her best to avoid the aggression from the scuttling virus. In flashes of contact, she had felt pain and wrath from the half-constructed creature in front of her, but there was nothing else beneath it that she'd found; no being to save or mind to acknowledge. Maybe there hadn't ever been one, if the virus was incomplete, or maybe it was just too far gone; she hadn't any more way of knowing, but the reality here and now was that it was dangerous, and violent.
“Alright... and I'm sorry...” As she murmured the words, a ripple of calmer energy shivered across her skin and her shoulders set in a more determined readiness. The winds around her tightened and renewed their efforts are keeping the girl safe and her eyes drifted shut for a moment amidst the sensation. Her hair softened and fell flat, almost in tune to the sense of calm, and faded slightly towards a more platinum blonde, with nearly silver tips. It was only visible for a moment, however, before the ripple of energy created a single proud dragon scale in the middle of her brow. The ripple of energy flowed out and downwards, forming first a diadem from additional sweeping silver scales, and then a delicate visor to protect her eyes while, to the side, the metallic scales transitioned into a pair of backward arching dragon wings that protected her ears as well, extending just barely back and up, past the back of her head.
The transformation of her gear washed down the rest of her body in a wave, covering her skin with a close and form-fit undersuit made from a matte grey mesh of tight-woven metal links that covered her from neck to wrist and ankle. Over the top of it, forming in line with the wave of energy, a flat-lying metal gorget covered her collar region, picked out in downward-pointing metal scales, while a series of three larger scale plates formed shoulder guards that tapered to about halfway down her upper arms.
The rest of the armour followed rapidly, a series of three interleaved dragon scale plates protecting her chest from the front, down to her midsection while a similar pair interlocked across her back, delicately stylised to give the impression of folded dragon wings. The faulds followed suit, each stepped section a ring of layered dragon scales that grew out one beneath the next.
As Lyntael clenched her fists, matching boots and gauntlets took shape; slim, light and elegant, like the rest of the armour, but fully encasing metal all the same. Each resembled taloned claws at the fingers and toes, and they reached back as high as her calves and forearms. The last motes of the transformation completed as scrolling lines traced their way back from the points of each gauntlet and boot, to where draconic scale sigils etched themselves into strong emblazoned points at the base of each of her wrists and on either side of her ankles, where her strikers would normally build energy.
Lyntael took a slow breath and let it out again in a moment of stillness amidst the storm.
“This has to be done.” She fixed her gaze on the much larger virus, then moved.
The clawed toes of her boots dug into the sand as she darted forward through the storm, low and fast, the tips of her talons streaking trails of white lightning to either side. She could feel the pulse of her charge, but it was distant and muted now; still a roar of energy, but muffled just enough to let her focus. She slashed upwards with both talons coming together as she reached her target, pushing the claws forward and up as she tried to drive them through the creature's renewed barrier. A low growl rose unbidden in her throat as she channelled a blast of raw power through the gauntlets and ripped them apart again in her effort to break through and take some of the hostile virus' more fragile extremities with the motion if she could. Lightning flared, crackling into waves that thundered off to either side of her as she assaulted her target and as her momentum carried her upwards, Lyntael stepped up part of the creature's body and kicked back and away again.
Her body turned over in the air in a graceful arc and she landed back on her toes again a handful of feet away, stance ready and guarded as she assessed her target with fresh eyes. That aura was going to keep reforming. This might call for something with a bit more direct precision and punch. As she shifted her fighting stance, light on her feet, Lyntael turned her body to a more streamlined, side-on position and raised her right hand in front of herself. Silvery light traced through the etching scroll work around her striker and Lyntael felt the calmer flow of energy pass through her body to begin forming a light dragon scale shield in her grip. It bore the same style as the rest of her armour, save for the faint outline of a stone rampart tower in the central boss. The rest of her armour glowed with a renewed platinum sheen as she set herself and got ready to make her next strikes count.
Summary
L1) Action Precluded: Buster Charge
L2) My Fear Swells, but I hold tight (Dodge, 20Elec Nova2, Knockback (Wind-type), Charge-Burner) (Overcharge +1) (Dodging to avoid Scuttle, but staying close and engaged between it and the fan)
L*) Fast Armour: 20Hp Casing Refresh
L*) Turbulence refresh, in case it's been triggered
L3) Dragonier Cross (Lvl2: +20Hp, Normal/Wind (Subtype recalibrates to Gust/Airstep)) Overcharge Dampener: Buster no longer adds expend, electrical expends capped at +1, Electrical cool-off does not reduce overcharge, Overcharge cools automatically by 1 per round, active Overcharge treated as Overcharge - CrossLevel.
L4) My thoughts Collected, no more to hide (Take Aim, ShotBase(50)Elec Spread2, Impact, Knockback (Wind-Type), Self-Slow (1 Rank, 1 Round)) (Initial strike is Melee, at Scuttle, spread is Shot at one target (aesthetically, she's sending the spreads in opposite directions, and I think the fan and the Jelly are on the same side relative to her, so it wouldn't be at both in this case, I don't think)
L5) Dodge
L6) A Knight's Ward (40Hp Casing, 2-Hit Shield)
Cooldowns and Overcharge
My Pain is Real; it lingers after (1TCD)
My Fear Swell, but I hold tight (3TCD
My Vision Alters, yet I see through (2TCD)
My Soul Screams, and yet I fight (2TCD)
My Fear Rejected, with hopeful stride (2TCD)
My Thoughts Collected, no more to hide (3TCD
My Anger Directed, 'gainst violent threat (2TCD)
A Scarred Soul, with love to give (2TCD)
A Knight's Ward (2TCD)
Overcharge: Begin: +12, My Pain is Real (+1 if triggered), My Fear Swells (+1), My Thoughts Collected (+1), Cross Cool-off (-1) End: +14 (Effective Overcharge: +12)
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Energy flickered beneath the surface of her skin in a pattern of dancing light caustics, straining to release at any provocation, and Lyntael tried to squint, keeping the sand from her eyes as best she could while she focused on the fight in front of her, as well as keeping herself under control. Sparks rolled from her body, fanning out into the storm as the personal spiral of wind about her tried to counter the blowing sands. She darted back, light on her toes and did her best to avoid the aggression from the scuttling virus. In flashes of contact, she had felt pain and wrath from the half-constructed creature in front of her, but there was nothing else beneath it that she'd found; no being to save or mind to acknowledge. Maybe there hadn't ever been one, if the virus was incomplete, or maybe it was just too far gone; she hadn't any more way of knowing, but the reality here and now was that it was dangerous, and violent.
“Alright... and I'm sorry...” As she murmured the words, a ripple of calmer energy shivered across her skin and her shoulders set in a more determined readiness. The winds around her tightened and renewed their efforts are keeping the girl safe and her eyes drifted shut for a moment amidst the sensation. Her hair softened and fell flat, almost in tune to the sense of calm, and faded slightly towards a more platinum blonde, with nearly silver tips. It was only visible for a moment, however, before the ripple of energy created a single proud dragon scale in the middle of her brow. The ripple of energy flowed out and downwards, forming first a diadem from additional sweeping silver scales, and then a delicate visor to protect her eyes while, to the side, the metallic scales transitioned into a pair of backward arching dragon wings that protected her ears as well, extending just barely back and up, past the back of her head.
The transformation of her gear washed down the rest of her body in a wave, covering her skin with a close and form-fit undersuit made from a matte grey mesh of tight-woven metal links that covered her from neck to wrist and ankle. Over the top of it, forming in line with the wave of energy, a flat-lying metal gorget covered her collar region, picked out in downward-pointing metal scales, while a series of three larger scale plates formed shoulder guards that tapered to about halfway down her upper arms.
The rest of the armour followed rapidly, a series of three interleaved dragon scale plates protecting her chest from the front, down to her midsection while a similar pair interlocked across her back, delicately stylised to give the impression of folded dragon wings. The faulds followed suit, each stepped section a ring of layered dragon scales that grew out one beneath the next.
As Lyntael clenched her fists, matching boots and gauntlets took shape; slim, light and elegant, like the rest of the armour, but fully encasing metal all the same. Each resembled taloned claws at the fingers and toes, and they reached back as high as her calves and forearms. The last motes of the transformation completed as scrolling lines traced their way back from the points of each gauntlet and boot, to where draconic scale sigils etched themselves into strong emblazoned points at the base of each of her wrists and on either side of her ankles, where her strikers would normally build energy.
Lyntael took a slow breath and let it out again in a moment of stillness amidst the storm.
“This has to be done.” She fixed her gaze on the much larger virus, then moved.
The clawed toes of her boots dug into the sand as she darted forward through the storm, low and fast, the tips of her talons streaking trails of white lightning to either side. She could feel the pulse of her charge, but it was distant and muted now; still a roar of energy, but muffled just enough to let her focus. She slashed upwards with both talons coming together as she reached her target, pushing the claws forward and up as she tried to drive them through the creature's renewed barrier. A low growl rose unbidden in her throat as she channelled a blast of raw power through the gauntlets and ripped them apart again in her effort to break through and take some of the hostile virus' more fragile extremities with the motion if she could. Lightning flared, crackling into waves that thundered off to either side of her as she assaulted her target and as her momentum carried her upwards, Lyntael stepped up part of the creature's body and kicked back and away again.
Her body turned over in the air in a graceful arc and she landed back on her toes again a handful of feet away, stance ready and guarded as she assessed her target with fresh eyes. That aura was going to keep reforming. This might call for something with a bit more direct precision and punch. As she shifted her fighting stance, light on her feet, Lyntael turned her body to a more streamlined, side-on position and raised her right hand in front of herself. Silvery light traced through the etching scroll work around her striker and Lyntael felt the calmer flow of energy pass through her body to begin forming a light dragon scale shield in her grip. It bore the same style as the rest of her armour, save for the faint outline of a stone rampart tower in the central boss. The rest of her armour glowed with a renewed platinum sheen as she set herself and got ready to make her next strikes count.
Summary
L1) Action Precluded: Buster Charge
L2) My Fear Swells, but I hold tight (Dodge, 20Elec Nova2, Knockback (Wind-type), Charge-Burner) (Overcharge +1) (Dodging to avoid Scuttle, but staying close and engaged between it and the fan)
L*) Fast Armour: 20Hp Casing Refresh
L*) Turbulence refresh, in case it's been triggered
L3) Dragonier Cross (Lvl2: +20Hp, Normal/Wind (Subtype recalibrates to Gust/Airstep)) Overcharge Dampener: Buster no longer adds expend, electrical expends capped at +1, Electrical cool-off does not reduce overcharge, Overcharge cools automatically by 1 per round, active Overcharge treated as Overcharge - CrossLevel.
L4) My thoughts Collected, no more to hide (Take Aim, ShotBase(50)Elec Spread2, Impact, Knockback (Wind-Type), Self-Slow (1 Rank, 1 Round)) (Initial strike is Melee, at Scuttle, spread is Shot at one target (aesthetically, she's sending the spreads in opposite directions, and I think the fan and the Jelly are on the same side relative to her, so it wouldn't be at both in this case, I don't think)
L5) Dodge
L6) A Knight's Ward (40Hp Casing, 2-Hit Shield)
Cooldowns and Overcharge
My Pain is Real; it lingers after (1TCD)
My Fear Swell, but I hold tight (3TCD
My Vision Alters, yet I see through (2TCD)
My Soul Screams, and yet I fight (2TCD)
My Fear Rejected, with hopeful stride (2TCD)
My Thoughts Collected, no more to hide (3TCD
My Anger Directed, 'gainst violent threat (2TCD)
A Scarred Soul, with love to give (2TCD)
A Knight's Ward (2TCD)
Overcharge: Begin: +12, My Pain is Real (+1 if triggered), My Fear Swells (+1), My Thoughts Collected (+1), Cross Cool-off (-1) End: +14 (Effective Overcharge: +12)