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Private/Closed Bootleg Bros. Ultimate - The Muspell Campaign

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Caw
The Little Crow trotted alongside the group as they came up with their team name. He was grateful for this slowed pace, as he could actually keep up with the long-legged humans now. Since he couldn't exactly weigh in on their conversation at the moment, the Reaper instead continued to focus on the beauty of the environment.

The gentle snowfall upon sloping hills.... it could not be overstated the beauty of such pure white precipitation. He'd heard that every snowflake had a unique shape. It was a wonderful thought- the individuality, beauty, and freedom of a snowflake was something that could be envied by some.

The pillar of black smoke highlighted each flake that fell in front of it, while the smoke itself was highlighted by an angry red-orange glow from beneath. The poetic contrast between fire and ice had been observed since philosophy began, but it did not make such a spectacle any less jaw-dropping. Ominous, sure, but fire as an element wasn't all bad. From the ashes there always arose a new beginning.

One of the younger humans, Bennett, broke the crow out of his meandering train of thought with a call to action. The boy then broke out into a sprint. He was crazy if he thought the bird was going to keep up with him. Mostly because he just couldn't run that fast, but also because running headfirst into a warzone was a ridiculous idea.
 
The Muspell Mashers

The group continued their advance towards the pillar of smoke. Anakin reached out his senses with the force. Instantly, the Jedi Knight would be able to feel an incredibly powerful ripple from the direction of the smoke. An intense darkness of hate, rage, bloodlust, and aggression. It rippled and moved so much, it was as if he was looking into a raging bonfire. And then there were the others. There were many beings in the direction of the smoke...

Just as Anakin was able to sense this through the force, the other members of the group could also sense the changes in the environment. Hot wind blew over the snowy hills, and as the group moved closer to the smoke the air would feel warmer and warmer. Falling ash mixed with the snow, and the snow that had fallen was already beginning to melt. The slush and mud made it difficult to move forward.

Then there was the noise.

The steady rhythm of a drumbeat, partnered with the synchronized footsteps of a great many peoples.

"Bennett, wait!" Fjorm said, catching up to the adventurer. She lead the group up a nearby hill, gesturing for them to stay low. Looking over the top of the hill, the group could see the source of the noise and the smoke. A massive column of soldiers, hundreds strong, was marching towards the northern mountains. Many of these warriors appeared to be contracted heroes, while smoke rose from each of the Muspell soldiers. And at the head of army was...

"Surtr." Fjorm whispered.

The tyrant rode a massive steed of black smoke, with red glowing eyes. Even at this distance, the heroes from another world could see the menacing grin the king wore as his army advanced. Loki could be seen as well, speaking with Surtr as she kept pace with the horse.
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Bennett



Running forward with the idea of making it to the source of the smoke, it seemed to be all good so far. No traps, perilous weather, or wild monsters in sight. Things were looking up! He was about to cross the hill that no doubt was right at the border of the smoke.

"Bennett, wait!"

"Huh? What is-"

Still in his momentum, he skid his feet on the ground. Instead of an instant stop, the slickness of the melting snow turn the skid into a slid. He slid right up and off the hill, which acted as a ramp. What awaited him was an entire army of soldiers! He didn't get a good look from his few seconds in the air before the ground met him.

"Ack!"

"Ouch!"

"Ahh!"

Several bumps happened as he skipped like a rock, his sword flying out of his grasp, flying high through the air. This all ended as he faceplanted down on the harsh ground, right next to a line of soldiers. Unarmed and now in the lion's den, he was speechless, the information whiplash catching up to him.

"Uh..." he searched for words. "...Whoops?"

Just then, his sword fell from above, stabbing into the ground in front of him with a loud PANG. Cracks spidered out on the ground where it struck as the blade grew a purple color.
 

Mokko

Previously Blatant Mokery
Nikki Prez
“Ow!” she hissed softly, looking down at her wrist- it felt like she’d been stung by a small insect, right where her Destiny Marble was situated. The Pokemon inside was trying to tell her something, and with the wall of smoke much more visible now, this only added to the sinking feeling in her gut. It was actually getting… warm, and not in a way that she liked.

“Oh, hang on-” Nikki began, but she was a bit too late as Bennett ran forward. As they drew closer and closer to the smoke, and she continued to think about what her options were going into battle… the more she was beginning to have second thoughts about basically escorting Miss Fjorm back to the enemy forces. Glancing back at the blonde, the Alolan felt she had taken on a responsibility, of keeping this person safe in the face of freaks like Loki and Fakemon, which was going to be harder now. She loved fighting, loved stomping baddies, but there were more layers to this situation. This careful and protective train of thought wasn’t one she would’ve had quite as easily years ago, her training back in Kanto and Johto shining through.

It became even more troubling when Fjorm herself rushed forward, two of the most vulnerable members of the group at the forefront!

Which then became MORE troubling when the enemies came into view- that battle before, the group had had their hands really full then. Compared to this, it had been nothing- there were hundreds of them, not to mention Loki herself, alongside the absolute freak-monstrosity beside her. This was… not good.
She was a good second from suggesting a retreat, when Bennett’s poor luck struck, and they were left with few options but to get noticed by the enemy.

“Uh… ahhhhck!” she voiced her frustration with the situation, fiddling with her friendship bracelet, trying to come up with some kind of strategy in her head. There was only one ‘safe’ bet, and even that wasn’t really safe.

Opening one Pokeball, out came another of her Pokemon partners. In front of Gazpacho stood a stocky hog-like creature, a pink flower atop its head and a blanket of moss concealing one eye- its build and patterns almost resembled a football player of some kind, steam pouring out of the creature’s mouth as it took heavy breaths, its eyes darting around in confusion.
“Semla, use your Psyshield!” Nikki requested of the Blosswine, who huffed once again, before a dome of choppy, pink-and-blue energy materialized over the group, enough to shield a few people if the Muspell forces were to make a ranged attack. Nikki wasn’t really sure what the group sentiment was here- they all seemed like pretty brave people, but was this really a manageable fight? Maybe she needed to have ‘Pacho go and grab Bennett up before this got ugly.
 
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ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Anakin stopped in his tracks, feeling the sudden wave of powerfully dark and violent energy pulsing from up ahead. It was as though the force itself was crying out against... whatever was there. And with it came undertones of that cold, robotic voice he’d heard before.

“If you only knew the power of the dark side...”

He shuddered, a chill creeping down his spine as he opened his eyes to force out the voice, and the presence of the force sense he’d been experiencing. However, he was too late to warn anyone.

Bennett, their fearless ‘leader,’ had run ahead and fallen right at the heels of the darkness. Anakin was nimble in reaching Fjorm’s position rapidly, coming to a stop to look down at the unfortunate sight. An army, and at its helm...

He hadn’t heard Fjorm say his name, but Anakin knew it, simply by the will of the force itself. Surtr.

He hadn’t been expecting this degree of hatred, so profound it sent ripples through the force. If Palpatine was the sith lord behind the Clone Wars, who had hidden his darkness so thoroughly, then Surtr was like one who wore it on his sleeves with nothing but vain pride, for all to see what cruelty he brought with him.

Nikki summoned another creature through her orb, and it generated some kind of barrier to protect everyone- mostly everyone. Poor Bennett was excluded, having fallen right at the feet of Surtr’s soldiers.

Anakin had been a general for a long time. Well, being how old he was, 4 years was certainly a long time to him. Master Yoda would no doubt say otherwise. But looking at the size of the army, the unique units, and the powerful head who helmed it... this was a fight no jedi would win, let alone him. He didn’t have the 501st to back him, no Ahsoka, no Obi-Wan, no Rex, no Jedi Order, nothing. It was just him, and this group of other people who he doubted was as accustomed to this kind of war like he was.

And if he didn’t think they could pull off making even a dent in this army, then the only option was to fight another day.

Using the force, Anakin thrust out his arm to hoist Bennett deftly into the air, quickly carrying him back up the bank and behind Nikki’s barrier. The commotion would undoubtedly soon call Surtr’s attention, especially given Loki was there, no doubt telling him of her failures to stop them.

“I was thinking we should run,” the knight told the Muspell Mashers. “No mashing today, not against a force that size. Any better plans? No? Great, glad we agree, now get moving!”

He’d take up the rear, if he could. Make sure everyone was able to get to a safe distance, find a place to hide. They didn’t have power or numbers, but that was advantageous in a retreat. An army would have to break apart to pursue them, and if that was the case, it would be far easier in defending themselves. Otherwise, the army would have to sluggishly follow them.

Of course, there were those contracted warriors. They were specialists, and if they were sent in before the army, that would complicate things.
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Bird is the Word
They were nearing the smoke now, and ash started to mix in with the snow. A hot wind rolled down the hill, drying the crow's eyes and forcing him to squint. What crested the hill was a terrifying sight. Hundreds of soldiers led by what appeared to be a Giant Soul. This... was not ideal. Little Crow had toppled kingdoms before... but nothing to this magnitude, especially not all at once. He doubted such a large force could even exist in the realms he had been to. There were more of those red halos, too...

Anakin called for a retreat, and the Reaper concurred. Though he usually dealt with threats head-on, he was also sensible enough to recognize when that was not an option. The corvid scrambled back onto the Windrome. He cupped his wings for bright blue energy to coalesce once again, the spell also pulling in the flakes of ash and snow. If they began to flee, the bird unleashed his Bomb spell towards Loki, seeking to cover their escape.
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Bennett


Before he could as much as get up, some otherworldly force plucked him up off the ground, trying to drag him somewhere. Thinking this one something that the scary guy leading the group could do, he gripped his sword that was lodged in the ground. It kept him anchored for a moment, a tug, the sword causing more cracks in the ground. Another tug. Another. And another, then-

SCRACK!

He yanked the sword out, as he was pulled forcefully away from his predicament. The hole in the ground grew a darker purple hue, a thin trail of steam coming from it. The largest crack began to grow, extending in a straight line for several yards, a low hiss audible.

Bennett struggled as he might, he couldn't fight off the invisible energy that had him at its mercy. Swiping his sword around, he couldn't seem to hit anything invisible. He was sorely confused why he was being brought away from the army until he rounded the hill, Anakin apparently being the one behind it, which made him sigh in relief as he was put down next to them in a hurry.

"Phew, I'm glad it was you guys-"

“I was thinking we should run,” Anakin told the Muspell Mashers. “No mashing today, not against a force that size. Any better plans? No? Great, glad we agree, now get moving!”

Moving already? Yeah. Yeah okay that made sense. His unfortunate slip up before made him a little less likely to lead them out, his luck factor reminding him of why that was a bad idea. Instead, he motioned to Fjorm, holding up a sword as to tell her he'd cover them on the way out.
 

Uh Oh


The Fiery Hordes of Muspell stopped the march, staring at the young man that was falling down the hill before them. Even Surtr and Loki had stopped, the pair watching Bennett collapse in front of the troops. The King of Muspell's eyes narrowed as he stared at Bennett.

"SEIZE HIM!" One of the captains roared. With a battle cry, a squad of troops charged towards Bennett. But to the soldier's surprise, right as the lead one was about to grab the young man, he flew off into the air! The strange energy left behind by the blade made the lead soldiers stagger back, uncertain as to what this sinister energy was. The Crow flung its Bomb spell at Loki, but the tactician was not going to be fooled the same as before. She raised her staff, creating a magical barrier around herself and Surtr. The bomb struck the barrier, exploding harmlessly. Surtr grinned, and through the smoke his troops could see him hold up a hand.

"HOLD!" The soldier captain commanded his squad. Surtr watched the heroes quickly disappear over the top of the hill. He chuckled.

"Laevatein! Dark Meta Knight! Loki!" The tyrant barked. Through the troops, the two other warriors stepped forward. Laevatein, one of the generals of Muspell. A dark skinned young woman with long pink hair, dressed in black and red armor accented with black feathers. She stared blankly up at Surtr upon his horse, her face expressionless.

"Yes, sir." Laevatein said. Surtr glared at Loki.
"Those tepid weaklings were the ones that forced you and Fakemon to retreat?" Surtr asked. He scoffed, and addressed the trio. "Take your troops. Burn those heroes to cinders."
Surtr paused a moment, frowning. "Except... That boy. His essence is displeasing to me. Bring me his head, on a pike, and you will be rewarded."

Laevatein nodded, bowing to the tyrant.
"Yes, sir." The general returned to her troops, issuing orders, and Surtr faced the northern mountains once more. He chuckled to himself.

"Soon, this entire realm will crackle with my flame. This realm... and every realm. Flayed by my flames, living torches. Nifl took me six months. The one before that, three. How long will this realm last, I wonder?" Surtr said. He through back his head, letting out a bellowing laugh, and urged his troops onwards.



"No!" Fjorm watched in horror as Bennett fell down the slope. The other heroes sprung into action, Nikki unleashing a new monster, the Little Crow throwing a bomb at Surtr and Loki, and Anakin... Anakin, using some sort of psychic energy to bring back Bennett?! The Jedi quickly advised that they make a swift retreat, and Fjorm was far from opposed to it.

"Bennett! Bennett, are you okay?!" Fjorm said to the adventurer. She turned towards Anakin.
"I'm sorry! I didn't think... Surtr himself! I knew he lead his troops from the front, but I didn't think we'd run into the ones he was leading himself!" Fjorm said.

The Muspell Mashers ran across the snowy hills. When they crested a hill, the group would be able to see that a plume of smoke had broken off from the main army. A few columns of soldiers were marching their way after the Mashers. North towards the mountains, a forest came in sight. The group managed to reach it, and once they had stepped into the forest Fjorm had to stop. The Princess leaned against a tree, gasping for breath.
"My... my apologies..." She wheezed.
 
Akira Tadokoro

When Fjorm motioned for the group to lay low, Akira shrugged and followed the command.
Shit, there's a lot of them. Taking them head on is suicide.

...That's Surtr? Total brute, guess he fits the bill.

He...shivered? That wasn't something Akira did often under psychokinesis.
This...This energy? The hell's with this guy!?

The Psychic had always been attuned to the world around him, to the energy around him. It was how he felt the deepest piles of hate stocked into a single man, and this King...No, this thing NEEDED to be stopped. It being personal or not, there could be no doubt in Akira's mind about what was needed.
But while wallowing in the shock, Akira saw Bennett fall, giving away the group's position as Anakin brought him back up and a retreat was suggested. Not in a position to demand, the teen followed without hesitation.

--

Upon reaching the forest, there was but a moment of rest. There were others that split off to follow the group, probably on Surtr's orders - And Fjorm apologised, continuing from her previous statement that she didn't expect Surtr to be there. She was tired.

"Tch, you've got nothing to apologise for. Yeah, that went to shit, but you had no way of knowing the bastard would be there. Besides," He huffed, removing his hands from pockets as he looked at each of his allies. "We've still got incoming. We can probably fight them here - If you guys got any ways to put the terrain in our favor it should probably be done before they get here." After explaining this thought of his, he turned his back to the group and looked back to where their path.

"Actually, before they get here, anyone here need last minute healing? Bennett? That was a bad fall you took." Letting out his offer, Akira slipped the pouch of Taiyaki out of his pocket, taking one out and eating it rather loudly. Rather casual considering the forces approaching, or so it seemed, but Akira had confidence in his abilities. And why wouldn't he? He could mend or break minds in an instant if he wished, and with the Guts and Glory glove equipped the anger and determination he held against Muspell, and Surtr himself based on what he'd heard, were tantamount to absolute victory in his mind.
 

Mokko

Previously Blatant Mokery
Nikki Prez
Nikki really hated retreating- she could understand it, acknowledge it as the best option, but that didn’t mean she liked it. Under no circumstances was their little crew equipped to take on an army of that size- if only the numbers hadn’t been so vastly in the enemy’s favor.

With the Crow on board Gazpacho’s back, it was time for the group to go, Gazpacho marching through the cold snow, occasionally turning his neck to stare in another direction curiously. When they’d gained a healthy distance from the enemy, it was time to recall Semla (and her Psyshield, by extension) back into her ball, best to keep the Grass-type out of the cold as much as possible. On the bright side, it didn’t seem like the Muspell forces were terribly fast, which allowed them a moment to regroup upon reaching a forest, Fjorm being tired, as Akira offered up healing... Bennett could probably use it a lot more than anyone else, he was the only one who'd really taken any punishment, courtesy of his own bad luck.

“Ack! Stupid!” Nikki voiced her frustration toward what just unfolded, bringing her fist down on her knee. “I could’ve totally bashed Lord Super-Freak’s ugly mug in, if it weren’t for the bajillion punks they rounded up!” she said, releasing a huff and jabbing at the air with frustration. She looked back at the smoke, dissatisfied- before her eyes then landed on the exhausted Fjorm, and her expression softened.

“Oh! Miss Fjorm, I totally should’ve offered this sooner, but you really don’t need to walk!” Nikki cleared her throat, patting at the spot behind her- the Crow didn’t really add much weight, so it’d be fine. She wished she had room for the entire group, but alas, they only made Windromes so big these days… “‘Pacho has room for a guest or two! Or three, if one of them is cute and tiny!” she added (the last bit in reference to her current riding buddy), as Gazpacho buried his head in the snow, scooping up a heaping mouthful of the frigid powder. It didn’t seem to taste great.
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Don't Fear the Reaper
The retreat was effective, but Little Crow's potshot had unfortunately failed. What was less unfortunate was that a smaller division of the army gave chase. They'd be much more manageable... though the crow didn't like the idea of facing them head-on. A human, Akira, who the corvid remembered as the helpful human with healing powers and cool magics, suggested they use the terrain in their favor. Now that was a bright idea.

The Reaper squawked out a 'thank you' to Gazpacho for the lift, then conjured his Hookshot and fired at a nearby tree. The bird was pulled into the treetops, and with a mighty pair of slashes, he cut the pine needles out of his way to make for a perfect perch. Having damaged a living thing, this also refilled his magic charges. There, he waited for them to come. There, he began to craft his bow from red magic- in preparation for the battle that would ensue.
 

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ANAKIN SKYWALKER

They reached a stopping point, and Akira looked to heal anyone who needed it, talking down Fjorm’s apologies for leading them right toward Surtr himself. “Yeah,” the jedi agreed with Akira. “You have nothing to feel sorry for. It was Bennett’s fault anyway.”

A few people turned to look at him, and Anakin raised his arms. “What? It was.”

He wasn’t intending to hurt Bennett’s feelings or anything of the sort - Anakin didn’t have that level of social skills under his belt. He viewed it as a simple fact, people made mistakes, then they learned from them, simple as that.

Before much else could be said on the matter, however, Anakin paused, tensing up. A small breath of mist escaped his lips as he focused in on the force, and sensed it, or rather... them.

“They’re still on us,” he said, tone more serious as he turned to the matter at hand, procuring his lightsaber and activating it. The blue blade ignited, extending several feet outward as he held it up in a guard, eyes darting through the trees in the direction he was sensing bad energy coming from.

As the general had suspected, Surtr’s army had broken apart so a smaller group could pursue its enemies, which made fighting them off a far simpler task, though Anakin knew it was far more than just foot soldiers. Loki had told her king of the heroics she’d witnessed. He would send more unwilling heroes, and likely other trusted soldiers, for them.

“Not a lot... enough that we can fight.”
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Bennett


"No no, it's fine! I always bounce back, I promise!" He waved a hand about, trying to persuade Fjorm and Akira not to worry. "...Wait, that was Surtr?? The big bad??"

The final boss was already within arms reach? That was fast. Maybe it was his bad luck that had him just happen to come across them so quickly. Speaking of bad luck, Anakin wasted no time throwing him under the bus. So it began. As soon as the team was founded, it already was getting stress fractures from him being there. It reminded him of his adventure team back home.

"Ouch...but that's fair. It's my fault." He accepted responsibility. "I'll fight at the front, they'll be too focused on trying to beat me up that the rest of you guys can finish them. I feel we got this! Right...??"

crack...

crumble...


The cracks continue to shoot about at jagged intervals. The steam coming up getting thicker and thicker, other streaks of steam coming up from other cracks. Thats when it reached a breaking point-

FWOOOOSH!

A burst of hot water blasted up from underground from where the sword originally struck ground, a dormant geyser having been reanimated by whatever Bennett had just done. The thermal feature blasted acidic water gushing through the air, no doubt blasting soldiers underfoot, leading to severe burns at least and complete vaporization at worst. While this seemed to be a rather fortunate turn of events considering what Bennett was known for...another burst.

FWOOOOOSH!

Then another.

And another.

Geysers began to erupt from locations at seemingly random, cracks growing and spreading out to other places. Another blasted up a several yards away from the gang, the intense head being felt even at that distance, boiling water splashing down and instantly melting the frozen snow. With new vibrations felt underfoot, there was no telling when the next geyser would emerge.

"Aw geez! Thats a new one...!" Bennett winced as he turned away from the heat. "Careful everyone! We...we still totally got this, don't we??"
 
Princess Fjorm

The exhausted Princess merely nodded gratefully. She climbed on the back of Pacho and leaned forward on the Pokemon, bowing her head. She seemed almost ashamed, but there was no time for her to wallow in self-pity. The ground rumbled, and a geyser burst up from the ground! The Princess drew back, flinching back from the heat. The air began to grow steaming, slightly enveloping the nearby forest in fog. It wasn't much, but by each moment the fog would continue to grow thicker and thicker...

Enemy Phase​


Three horsemen crested the top of the hill closest to the forest the heroes had fled to.

"Ohoho! Eirika! See how those Foul Heroes flee before our holy might!" The first one exclaimed in an ostentatious tone. She was a woman dressed in white robes and armor. Her green hair was tied back in a messy bun, and she held a golden tome at her side. A staff was attached to the saddle of her horse. The familiar red halo of the Magical Contract floated around her head. "Even against our small force, these Foul Heroes know they have no possibility in defeating us when a holy hero, L'Arachel of Rausten, rides against them!"

The second hero grimaced. She was a pale young woman with long blue hair. She was adorned in gold and red clothes, wearing a gold cape and golden breastplate. A dark black tome hung at her side, swirling with dark magic. Like the other woman, the red halo of the Magical Contract floated around her head. She looked to the third rider.
"Captain Kohle." Eirika said. "They've stopped their retreat. We should wait for General Laevatein and Dark Meta Knight's troops-"

The third ride scoffed, cutting off the blue haired woman. He was a tall, dark skinned older man clad in black and red armor. He wore a black cape, and a gold and silver lance was at his side. The lance itself seemed to be glowing, radiating a golden light. The paladin gestured towards the Muspell Mashers, and as he did so, geysers of acidic water burst forth from the earth near the heroes. Captain Kohle paused a moment before shaking his head and chuckling.
"Wait for that whelp and masked freak? I think not. Our enemies are fleeing and disorganized. The very forest they have fled to has turned against them. No, slave. Now is the perfect time to strike. We will annihilate these so-called 'Heroes', earning the glory of this battle and favor of Lord Surtur. The king will see it is I, Kohle, that should be leading the armies of Muspell. Not these wenches and otherworldly abominations." Kohle said to Eirika. The blue haired woman closed her eyes and looked away, but the red halo around her head pulsed. She nodded.
"At your command, sir." Eirika said.

The ground rumbled, and near the trio another geyser burst from the ground. One of the other Muspell soldiers was caught in the acidic spray, recoiling and screaming in pain. In a moment, L'Arachel, had rode her horse to the soldier. She presented her staff and pointed to the solider, saying a quick incantation. The soldier was surrounded in a holy light, and in a moment his wounds were gone. Captain Kohle raised his lance, turning to face his troops.
"Onwards, men! Attack!" Captain Kohle commanded. His troops let out a battle cry, and rushed towards the forest. There was around 13 troops, all with varying weapons and armor. Four took the lead of the charge, a group of horsemen. A Muspell cavalier armed with an ax, one armed with a lance, and yet another armed with a sword. At the front of the charge, a Contracted Hero lead them. The contracted hero was a young man with short blond hair, dressed in black armor. His sword was just as black as his armor, a stark contrast of the snow that lay all around. Part of the way down the hill, a trio of mages and an archer paused and readied themselves to launch a bombardment on the Mashers. One of the mages stood distinct, a black haired young woman in dark clothes. Yet another contracted heroes...

Captain Kohle, Eirika, and L'Arachel stayed at the top of the hill, surveying the battle as it played out...
 

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ANAKIN SKYWALKER

The telltale sounds of an advancing force were all but impossible to ignore as Anakin readied himself, just as geysers seemed to start going off. He felt a nudge with the force, and obeyed, quickly diving to the side just as a geyser erupted underneath where he’d been, shooting scalding water up into the air. Where in the galaxy had that come from? Some kind of ability one of their enemies possessed?

General Skywalker leapt up, lifting high into the air to land on the thick branch of a tree as he peered through the gathering fog of the geysers, making out moving colors through the drab white of snow, and green of trees. An approaching division, and he was counting only a few, riding the backs of bovine-like creatures.

He could still sense more beyond them, but they weren’t advancing as fast. How many, he didn’t know, the force wasn’t that precise in the matters of non-force-users. Deftly, the jedi threw his lightsaber, guiding it precisely with the force as it spun rapidly around, tearing through the base of the tree as it arced about to also cut down the legs of the creatures the men rode upon before quickly zipping back toward Anakin.

The bisected trees would all begin falling toward the horses and their riders as they would likely fall off their creatures.
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Avian Creature
The crow drew his bow, charging a powerful shot as the cavalrymen approached. Anakin immediately leapt into action himself, no doubt putting the initial force on the defensive in one fell swoop. Certainly, they would be disorganized and discombobulated from this maneuver. And so, the Reaper took this chance to let his arrow fly, attempting to pick off the surviving soldiers. He would do this again and again, until he had exhausted every last one of his spell charges. The Little Crow made sure to take the time to charge each one to ensure that the armor-piercing arrows would do maximum damage.

HP- 5/6
SP- 5/6
 
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Shay Patrick Cormac

Shay watched.

Muspell forces pushed on a small band of what seemed to be elite fighters. Each one seemed to, as usual, not follow Shay's idea of how the world work. A crow-like creature firing arrows, a man with seemingly supernatural sense, abilities, and weaponry- an Assassin with an artifact? No, it's more than that.

Shay observed.

Geysers burst from the ground regularly, spraying troops with scalding water. It was likely a feature of the environment, since a Muspell soldier had been hit by it as well as the man with abilities, however it was possible that the caster simply did not care about friendly fire. In that case, it would pay to be more cautious.

Shay waited.

There was no clear point to strike yet. Muspell forces had not yet approached close enough that an assassination could be done... but they were just close enough that the general- or the one who seemed like a general- could be hit by a sleep dart. Shay slowly and carefully pulled out his air rifle, loading in a sleep dart.

Shay aimed.

Carefully aligning the general's neck with the sight on the rifle, he pulled back on the trigger. Compressed air launched the dart at high speed, catapulting it directly at the general. On hitting, they will feel drowsy for a few moments, before collapsing entirely. After a minute, they will awaken, with all the limitations to cognition that waking up from real sleep gives, but only for about another minute.
 
Akira Tadokoro

Akira had been one of the many who had looked at Anakin when the jedi had noted it was Bennett's fault, but before he could state his agreement, geysers burst up. And before, because that was how luck decided to roll this minute, Akira could ask what happened...The enemy arrived.

13, to be exact, 2 of whom appeared to be way stronger than the others. There was probably more, but this would come first, with Anakin using his laser-blade to cut the trees, forcing them to fall towards the assaliants... And then it came back. This guy was weird.
Meanwhile, the little bird, Crow, whatever, fired off numerous arrows. Akira shot a glance to Bennett.
"Don't tell me to hang back, got it? I need to be up next to heal you if you're planning on taking hits, anyway." The psychic noted, before beginning to move forward. He waved his hands in the air for a moment, charging an attack.

"Now let's ice these fiery assholes!"
Cold Day In Hell
4 images of Akira split off, this time all going forward. Covering a fair distance, the images suddenly burst in massive spikes on Ice once more, easily clearing the height of some of the uncut trees, threatening to spear some of the soldiers from below. Alongside the obvious icy damage, the attack was also aimed to slow - or perhaps even paralyse - the threats. Sadly, the distance was such that it would only reach for the leading charge after Anakin's tricky move, and that was only if forward momentum carried them as they fell.
 

Enemy Phase​


The three horsemen watched the Muspell troops advance. Eirika's frown deepened.
"Captain Kohle." Eirika said. "Cavalry is not suited for forest combat. You give our enemy the advantage-"
"As if you know of strategy, wench." Captain Kohle snarled. "I have no need of advice from a woman slave. Your so-called 'strategy' was not enough to save you from defeat, or enslavement."
The Muspell captain scoffed and gestured to the heroes.
"These pathetic cowards will be crushed under our swift assault."
"Captain, you underestimate their chance. We are dealing with enemies that hail from other worlds, surely you have seen what the likes of Fakemon, or Nikolai, or-"
"How many times must I command you to be silent, slave!" Kohle snapped. "Another word out of you, and-"




Anakin's lightsaber slashed through the base of the trees and towards the charging cavalry riders. Already they were having a bit of trouble, the branches and undergrowth forcing them to slow their charges. With loud creaks, trees fell upon the riders. A pair of the cavaliers were knocked from their horses, falling into the snow as their horses ran off in a panic. The third rider managed to avoid the falling trees, only for Anakin's lightsaber to slice the legs out from under his horse. The poor creature screamed as both it and its rider fell into the snow.

Only the Contracted Hero Cavalier managed to avoid Anakin's attack in its entirety. If Siegbert was surprised by the enemy's unorthidox attack, he gave no indication of it. The rider's face was nothing but focus. With expert horsemanship, the blond young man maneuvered his horse around falling trees. With its rider's expert direction, the horse hurdled Anakin's lightsaber and continued its charge! It rapidly closing the distance to Anakin...

Or at least, it would have had it not been for Akira. Massive spikes of ice burst up from the ground, and Siegbert pulled back on his horse's reins. The horse suddenly stopped, going back on its hind legs and whinnying in protest. A spike of ice glance off the horse's armor, but Siegbert remained mounted. He urged his horse around the ice spikes and charged towards Anakin. Siegbert slashed at the Jedi Knight with his Dark Greatsword, the black metal blade flashing through the air with the force of both the mount and its rider!

The dismounted cavaliers picked themselves up from the snow grabbing their weapons, only for Little Crow to unleash his magical arrows. The first one punched through the chest of the ax-wielding cavalier, going right through his armored breastplate.
"There! In the trees!" The sword cavalier pointed, before quickly being silenced by another of Little Crow's arrows. The lance cavalier quickly rushed for cover behind another tree, only for Akira's ice spike attack to pierce him through.




"Ow!"

Captain Kohle's rant was suddenly cut off, feeling a sudden sting. The captain reflexively swatted at his neck, pulling away a small dart. His anger turned to confusion as he looked to Eirika and L'Arachel. Eirika's eyes widened in realization, and Captain Kohle collapsed on his horse.
"L'Arachel!" Eirika said, but the other woman was already in motion. L'Arachel steadied the unconscious commander on his horse, quickly looking him over. Meanwhile, Eirika moved between the pair and where the attack came from. She scanned the area carefully, but there was no sight of the attacker.

"The Captain is alive, but unconscious. A poison attack, I believe." L'Arachel said.
"Can you Restore him?" Eirika asked. L'Arachel shook her head.
"We'll just have to wait."
"Come on." Eirika said. The trio moved to the northeast side of the hill, attempting to use it for partial cover against their unseen attacker while still watching the battle. The blue haired woman opened her tome, watching the forest where Shay's attack had come from.




"There."

One the south side of the hill, Rhajat gestured to the tree Little Crow was attacking from. The Black Magician's tome fluttered open, and she spoke an incantation as she gestured to one of the mages. Dark energy swirled around the mage, and some of it was absorbed into the mage's spellbook.

The Muspell mages and Muspell archer took a step forward and unleashed their attacks at Little Crow. The archer fired an arrow at the bird creature. The first mage spoke an incantation, and winds whipped around him. A green blade of wind appeared before the mage, empowered with dark magic from Rhajat's spell. The blade of wind flew through the air towards Little Crow! The third mage spoke a different incantation and raised his hand. Far in the clouds above, there was a rumble of thunder. With little warning, a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky towards Little Crow!

"Rhajat!" Eirika called out from her new position. "Stay alert! There is an unseen enemy to the south!"
Rhajat nodded, and looked in the direction Shay was hiding.



"Whoa."

In the second squad of Muspell soldiers, a pink haired woman in a black and white gambeson paused in her advance. A pink longsword was in her hand, and a dagger was on her belt.She looked at the fallen trees, ice spikes, and occasional geyser that burst forth from the ground. The contracted hero grinned at her companion. He was a brown haired young man dressed in red and white robes, with a black metal chestplate for protection. He was armed with a polearm that had a long blade at the end, a naginata, that shone brightly despite the fog and overcast clouds. Like the pink haired woman, the red halo of a Contracted Hero floated around the young man's head as well.

"These guys sure seem strong, huh Shiro?" The pink haired woman asked. Shiro grinned back at the woman and nodded.
"Yeah. It really gets the blood pumping." He said. "C'mon, Soleil. We can't let Siegbert have all the fun. Let's go!"

The two Contracted Heroes and three Muspell troops burst into action. The three Muspell troops were different from the ones that had appeared so far. Two of them wore large, bulky armor and heavy shields. One armed with a sword, another armed with an ax. Although their armor was impressive, they seemed to have a difficult time keeping up with the group. The third one was rather unusual. A figure in a simple black cloak. No weapon, no tome, no staff. But as the heroes and the knights moved in, they simply raised a glowing red gem.

In a flash of light, the cloaked Muspell troop rapidly changed. They grew, and their cloak faded and melted into their flesh. Black scales covered their body as they fell onto all fours. A pair of scaled wings grew from their back as their face extended into a lizardlike snout, complete with razor teeth. Where there was once a person, there now stood a 10 foot tall dragon. This troop was a Manakete.

"Rah!" Shiro's naginata smashed through an ice spike, and Soleil dashed forward. The woman jumped off the broken ice spike and lunged towards Akira and slashed down at him. As she did, her pink sword emitted a bright, almost blinding flash.

The Manakete roared. It attempted to move around Anakin and Akira, setting its sights on the other heroes waiting behind the fighters. The knights moved with the dragon, ready to provide support if needed.
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Bennett


There were more of them following us than I thought, more heavily armed at that. Did...did that one turn into a dragon just now? Jeez, this is taking a turn for the worse.

Seeing the flow of battle and where the enemies were, he saw a new person entry the fray to attack Anakin & Akira along with their draconic helper. Two heavily armored soldiers were left without direct orders, no doubt preparing for a kill shot if they got an opportunity. Bennett wasn't going to let that happen.

He sprang into action, his sword lighting ablaze as he charged forward. Mid run, he dove to the ground, sliding across it while his flames built up further. As he slid right at the soldiers, he harshly swung his sword, a curved blast of heat firing forward to try and trip the two soldiers.
 
Akira Tadokoro

Akira smirked as he saw his ice hold off the more intimidating looking leader of the horses, followed by a splinter shooting off to take one down.
Unfortunately, the arrival of the second group dampened that smirk. Especially the one who turned into a Dragon. Sure, one had been rode upon into battle before, but this was certainly different.

"What...I just- What?" Was the first thing to come to his mouth at the Manakete's transformation, more of a grunt, turning to annoyance as he saw a pink-haired swordswoman jump off his ice (cut ice, at that), just as the ice spikes began to fade. Still, he had new armor, and was confidant he could take the blow... Right until Soleil's sword emitted a bright flash of light, temporarily blinding Akira and causing him to stumble, allowing the slash to cut his cheek and part of his jacket. "Shit! What kinda sword does that?!" He snarled, stumbling to keep his balance as the esper covered his eyes. Thankfully, he recovered quickly enough to look right at Soleil, and raise a hand with his palm to the sky.
"Back off!"
Guardian Angel
Akira's hand waved in the air, forming his counterattack as his Angelic defender came into being, forming above Akira. With sword drawn, she made an attempt to quickly cut at Soleil, only stopping for a second to look over her target. This counterattack was to give Akira some breathing space, allowing him to hop back away from Soleil and the likely to approach Shiro. He needed to think, and keep his enemies back. Healing could come later. Instead, he opted to bring both of his arms up, energy coalescing. "And stay there!"
Cold Day In Hell
With the hope that his Angel bought him more time to charge the attack, and the initial Ice gone, Akira's psychic power formed 4 more images of himself that went forward and back, before bursting into ice spikes once more, trying to catch Soleil and Shiro ahead while going behind Akira as well just in case - Though unaffecting his allies should they be in it's path.
 

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ANAKIN SKYWALKER and NIKKI PREZ

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Only one rider came out of Anakin’s attack, continuing forward with a steady gait, the man on the creature’s back carrying with him a large, dark sword. Deftly, the jedi knight slashed the base of the branch he stood upon with one arm while he held onto the base with the other, letting the branch fall - and then be thrust with the force into Siegbert, likely catching him off guard and screwing up his slash attempt.

The jedi knight then flipped through the air, bounding lightly away from the tree (and over the slash if it still came) to land squarely on the hindquarters of the horse as it galloped. “Hello there,” Anakin greeted the rider with a smirk, maintaining impossible balance on the horse as he slashed horizontally, aiming for the center mass of Siegbert, making a dodge extremely difficult in such a precarious position.

“Oh man...” Nikki huffed as the situation continued to unfold and become more chaotic. Anakin was fighting the horseback guy, Akira was dealing with a lady that had a really cool pink sword (Rosemarie would totally love that - as a replica, no way would she use an actual sword!), the crow was getting harassed by a bunch of people, Bennett was leaping right into the thick of it, and Nikki had lost sight of Shovel Knight and Fjorm (for now) in all the chaos.

Gazpacho gave a squawk as he sensed something before Nikki, and puffed up his chest as he moved in front of her. A sudden geyser powered out of the earth, spraying up in its superheated glory, meeting the windrome who let out a screech as he took the brunt of it, shielding Nikki from the incoming damage.

“Pacho!” Nikki grit her teeth as the geyser ceased, its tank emptied, and her pokemon lowered himself to the ground with a feeble chirp. Trying to comfort her windrome, Nikki rubbed at his wing. No way would he be fit for any battles now. One well-placed hit and he’d be fainted, which would make it a lot harder to properly heal him without a pokemon center anywhere nearby.

Pulling out his ball, Nikki recalled the windrome. “Get some rest, buddy...” In a flash of red light, Gazpacho had been recalled. Portonian Pokeballs had a fortuitous design, in that injured ‘mons inside could gradually recover a majority of their health and stamina. It would take some time, but it was a surefire way to spare a team from further harm when a center wasn’t around.

Speaking of fire...

Nikki reached behind her and procured one of her six pokeballs, once ‘Pacho’s was safely put away. She looked up to see that one of their enemies had slipped around the front line of defense, intentionally going for those around the back - Nikki included, and there was no big bird guarding her now.

The Manakete swerved around a tree, and blitzed toward the Alolan with the flap of its wings, roaring toward her. Nikki grinned, raising her ball. This was more her speed. Roaring, terrifying creatures sure beat a bunch of ax-wielding goons!

The pokeball opened, just as the dragonman reached the trainer, and in a burst of light—!

“DAR!”

The Manakete had come to a full stop, having hit the head of a beast a little smaller than it, put just as fearsome. The Darmanitan slammed his great fists into the ground before throwing himself forward like a hairy bowling ball, intending to knock the manakete back with surprising weight and force.

“Carbon!” Nikki pointed forward. “Hammer Arm!”

Using his slugged weight, the darmanitan wrenched his arm from the ground and swung it down with a blur, bringing it upon the dragonman like a sledgehammer to pummel him into the snow and the dirt underneath with a championed shout (“MANITAN!”). If successful, the hit would also lower the Manakete’s speed.
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
SNIPER BIRD
The Reaper scored a direct hit on two normal soldiers, laying them to eternal rest. That's when an arrow thunked into the trunk of a tree near the Crow. He looked at it, and his gaze drifted to where it was fired from. There were four people on foot, and a strange green energy was enveloping one of them. He narrowed his eyes, peering at it inquisitively, even as it got larger. Then, the energy began cleaving through pine branches on its warpath towards the bird, to let him know that it was not a good energy.

Little Crow dove off the branch; the tree's trunk had become bisected behind him. He hit the ground, but was uninjured. As the Reaper gathered himself, his feathers stood on end. A rumbling occurred in the clouds above, and the crow was instinctually compelled to move. He dove again as the bolt of lightning crashed down behind him. The avian rolled and ended up back on his feet- by that time he had already started charging up a Fire spell. In a moment, he hurled it at the flank of the dragon to assist Nikki in her endeavors. If the fireball landed, the attack would pass through the beast, dealing damage and causing the creature to catch fire for a few seconds.

Then, the corvid turned his attention to the backline that had challenged him. He attempted to use his small size to slink around the main battle to do so, but remained ready for a fight.

HP- 5/6
SP- 3/6
 
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Ally Phase​

Fjorm stumbled out of the growing fog. Through the chaos of the battle, she was able to spot Nikki in her Pokemon battle against the Manakete. The Princess quickly moved to Nikki, and gave the Pokemon trainer a nod. With her lance bared, she stood ready to protect Nikki from any attacks that may come their way.

Enemy Phase​

Bennett slid past the knights, attacking with his sword and flames. The first knight raised his shield, managing to block the attack. The second knight stumbled from Bennett's attack, falling to a knee from the blow. As he struggled back to his feet, the first knight slashed at Bennett with his sword! The second knight was quick to follow up, aiming a powerful blow with his ax at the young adventurer!



"Yeah, it's pretty great- huh?" Soleil's eyes widened as Akira raised his hand and called forth the power of an angel. She stared in awe at the beautiful divine being that appeared above the thug, her sword lowered for a moment. The angel rushed towards Soleil, but Shiro quickly interviened.
"Soleil, move!" The young man yelled.

Assist Skill: Swap

With a blur of movement, Shiro now stood in the place Soleil had been occupying moments before. With Soleil safely behind him, Shiro countered the guardian angel's sword slash with a blow from his own Naginata. Akira unleashed his ice spike attack, and once more Shiro demonstrated his defensive prowess. His glowing Naginata flashed through the air, smashing the ice spikes that grew towards himself and Soleil.

Akira's attack concluded, Soleil dashed around Shiro. She sprinted towards Akira but when she reached him, instead of attacking...
"Hey, hey! What was that?!" Soleil exclaimed excitedly. She looked around, trying to catch sight of the Guardian Angel. "Who was that woman that just appeared?! She was beautiful, was she with you? What's her name- AaaaaAAAAUGh!"

The red halo around Soleil's head glowed, and she clutched her head in pain.
"Okay, okay! Fighting, jeez!" Soleil said, half to herself, and slashed at Akira again. Just like before, her sword let out a brilliant, blinding flash from the attack!



The branch struck Siegbert, flung with some invisible force. In a flash, Anakin was on the back of his horse! Siegbert glanced at Anakin with surprise, but was already in motion. With a free hand, Siegbert drew a dagger and slashed the straps on his saddle. With his saddle cut loose from his horse, Siegbert threw himself to the side. The hero and his loose saddle slid off the side of the horse, narrowly avoiding Anakin's slash.

With its true rider off, Siegbert's horse suddenly stopped and reared back, attempting to throw Anakin off. Siegbert picked himself up from the snow, untangling himself from his saddle, and readying his Dark Greatsword. The young man was once more nothing but cold focus, and he slashed at Anakin with his dark blade.
"Soleil! Shiro! Assistance!" Siegbert called out to his allies.



To the Manakete's surprise, another enemy had appeared! That wasn't right, there was just a little unarmed woman a moment ago! Now it was against a strange beast? The Darmanitan slammed into the Manakete, knocking it back and stopping its charge. It roared angrily, but its attack was swiftly cut off from another attack from the Pokemon. The Hammer Arm attack slammed the Manakete down into the snow, the brutality of the attack causing the dragon to let out a surprised yelp. Little Crow's Fire Spell struck the Manakete, and while it did damage the beast, it didn't seem to do as much damage as it should have.

The Manakete growled angrily, pushing itself up and beating its heavy wings. It roared, slashing at the Darmanitan with its claws. It then followed up, opening its mouth. The Manakete unleashed a powerful breath of flame at the Blazing Pokemon!



Rhajat continued scanning the trees, but there was still no sign of the unseen assailant Eirika had warned of. The Little Crow had jumped down from his perch, his glowing bow vanishing, and even more fog was enveloping the battlefield. The ground around the mages rumbled, and yet another underground geyser burst forth. It struck the archer and one of the mages, and while the mage was able to quickly conjure a magical shield to protect them from some of the geyser, the archer was not as lucky. They staggered back, screaming in pain.

Eirika and L'Arachel watched from their position on the side of hill. The blue haired woman nodded to her green haired compainion.
"Go, I'll cover you." Eirika said, taking the reins of Captain Kohle's horse from L'Arachel. L'Arachel nodded, and rode to the mage's squad. Reaching the injured archer, she held her staff high.
"Mend!" L'Arachel commanded. A glowing light enveloped the archer, and his burns rapidly healed. But before the archer could thank the Valkyrie, L'Arachel had already turned her horse and was quickly trying to ride back towards Eirika. Meanwhile, Eirika was watching the forest carefully with her tome open and ready.

With the archer back in commission, Rhajat directed her squad.
"We're moving up. Use the forest for cover, and keep a sharp eye out." Rhajat said. The three mages and archer advanced into the forest, staying close to the trees. Rhajat turned to one of the mage, casting her spell on the soldier once more.

Assist Skill: Rally Attack/Speed

The dark energy surrounded the mage once more, powering them up. Closer to the battle, the ranged fighters were able to pick out new targets. Rhajat gestured to the fight between Anakin and Siegbert. The archer drew back his bow, firing an arrow at the Jedi Knight. The second mage cast an incantation, and thunder rumbled once more. A bolt of lighting crackled down from the clouds towards Anakin!

The mage empowered by Rhajat, however, noticed some movement. They spotted the Little Crow moving quickly through the undergrowth.
"There!" The mage exclaimed. They cast an incantation, and once more a green blade of wind appeared before the mage. It crackled with Rhajat's dark magic, and flew through the air towards the Little Crow!
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Bird is the Word
As the Reaper crept through the snow, he was spotted. A shadow highlighted against the bright snow, a spell was hurled at him. Little Crow swerved to the side to easily avoid the lone projectile. He entered medium range with the long-range foes, and conjured his Hookshot.

The corvid stopped to aim, then fired the yellow chain towards the lightning mage, fast as an arrow. If it struck, it would do minimal damage, but pull the bird right into the middle of the group. He followed up with a lightning-fast slash of both of his knives towards the same mage. If the hookshot missed, he would just try again immediately, changing his target in the group each time. It took a second between firing each time, as the chain had to recede before being fired again.

HP- 5/6
SP- 3/6
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Bennett


A sword slashed across his leg as he attempted to roll out of the way of it, a thick red line made on him. He grit his teeth in pain, glancing over at the other soldier, their axe in motion! He quickly held up his blade, his second hand on the flat edge of sword.

Clang!

The axe struck it, having more force than Bennett had strength to keep it away, ending with the sword being forced back to collide with his forehead. Knocked back, blood spurt from his nose, Bennett swerving to his feet. Flicking his thumb under his nose, he noticed the blood.

"Heh...think a little blood is gonna hold me back?"

Flicking his sword back up, He hoisted it like a baseball bat. Jumping in the air, the sword cloaked in flames like it normally would, but something was different this time. After it cloaked in flames, the flames enlarged tricefold, making the sword appear like a giant flaming club.

"C'mere!"

He swung his flaming sword-club down between the two soldiers. The result would have large explosion rock out from the position. So large in fact, that Bennett himself would get launched back by it, being throwing several yards away!
 

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ANAKIN SKYWALKER

The lightsaber swung through the air, missing completely. The man had completely abandoned his steed to avoid Anakin’s attack, and the bovine skid to a hald, snow flying from its hooves. Anakin wobbled on the spot, and when the creature reared up, Anakin dropped feet-first into the snow, his free hand on the horse.

It didn’t return to its quadrupedal stance, instead whinnying as it was frozen in an upright posture - before it lifted above the jedi’s hand. “Hey, you forgot this!” Anakin called to his opponent as the man cried out for aid from others.

The bovine was sent flying toward Siegbert, and Anakin followed in its wake with a mild-mannered walk, not lacking in any confidence so far. He was locked into the flow of battle, feeling the force around him. Alien as it was, he was growing more accustomed to its differences. He still felt it was much weaker here, but that was a limitation he could work around.

His eyes darted up to see the arrow sailing his way, and Anakin shifted to the side with a step, letting it sail past him and landing a few meters behind him in the snow. Now, he had attention on the distant mages, too. His awareness of what they’d been doing had been primarily peripheral, they’d been focused on the crow and he on the rider. However, when the lightning bolt came from the sky, Anakin had moved quickly to respond to it.

He had felt it coming, but he didn’t know what to expect. When it took the form of lightning, it met the glowing blue saber. The energy shot into the saber with a second of a sizzling pop. “Whoa!” Anakin’s arm buckled from the hit, but his strategic mind was at play, and before the energy could totally expel from his lightsaber in harmless fashion, he brought the blade down and channeled the accidentally captured lightning to fire outward quickly, the bolt blitzing from sky to blade to Siegbert.

NIKKI PREZ

(Perms granted by Mok)

A direct hit! Nikki pumped her fist in the air with an excited leap. “Yeah! Get ‘em, Carby!”

Fjorm appeared, moving in to defend the trainer, giving her a nod. Nikki beamed a smile and a thumbs-up in response.

The Manakete retaliated with two moves, first slashing with its claws. They raked over Carbonera’s face, slashing away a few wiry hairs, before the dragon-type’s mouth opened to spew flames forward. The darmanitan took one step back, the flames splashing over him as he grinned through it, awaiting Nikki’s orders with barely-contained excitement to match the Alolan’s own energy.

“Too sturdy for you!” Nikki challenged the Manakete. “His speed’s lowered, Carbon! Now boost your own! Flame Charge!”

She didn’t expect the fire-type attack to be quite as effective as Hammer Arm, but getting her darmanitan increasing boosts of speed was one of her favorite strategies with him. Not many things were as terrifying as a darmanitan that could blitz you.

When the Manakete’s flamethrower attack ended, the flames surrounding Carbon wouldn’t. Instead, his body produced a flash of fire over him as he suddenly barreled point-blank into the dragon, rolling himself forward like a cannonball with two massive arms at either side, intent to throw the Manakete back while earning a boost of speed to top it off.
 
Shay P. Cormac

He'd been spotted. Not ideal.
Multiple enemies were now looking at him. He counted 2, both women, one wearing normal armor, the other wearing something more fit for a courtesan than for a soldier. That one moved forward, towards the rest and- by extension- towards him. She and her compatriots seemed more occupied on the man with the energy blade, and the crow with an... energy bow?

What's with the energy weapons? Am I the only person here without one?

Never mind that. He had to move. He began to move from tree to tree, arriving at a new spot closer to the... "anti-muspell forces." The movement would likely be visible to the hostiles, but they would be heading towards his position regardless. Being in a position to receive assistance was more important... and besides, it was likely that he could at least temporarily subdue them as they attacked.
 
Akira Tadokoro

The reaction of Soleil to the Angel was surprising, to say the least. While these two were proving difficult, Akira was more caught off guard and distracted trying to figure out what compelled this lady to start asking these seemingly random questions in the middle of the fight. In an odd way, it suddenly shot an awful reminder of these 'contracted heroes' and their situation, when the swordswoman reacted with pain.
"..." He hesitated as he saw the sword coming his way, raising his arms to try and keep the blow away from his chest and against his gloves - taking care to cover his eyes. The slash still forcing Akira to step back in the snow, he breathed slowly - His stance was weakening, and he definitely wouldn't be able to take another hit like that very first one, when he was caught completely by surprise when blinded.
"She's my Guardian Angel. She goes by a lot of names, but there's one I like to use - Lahel."
He hadn't thought about that name of her's in a long time.
Guardian Angel
Once again, the angelic figure appeared, drawing her blade and making a few short strikes towards Soleil in a swift counterattack, allowing Akira a precious second - His arm was bleeding, but the mental pain his foe took on just for indulging in who she was for even a second was...

That pain he saw - It was mental, Akira was an expert on that (Or at least he hadn't encountered one more experienced in it than him, which wasn't saying a lot considering he was just about the only real natural psychic he'd met). Surtr... this guy and his methods seemed to tick every box that pissed Akira off, the more he thought about it. The mind control, letting those under it know of their strife and unable to do a thing about it. The rampant destruction. Kidnapping kids.

"I'll make it quick, since you all don't have a say in this. Hey," He shot his glance to Shiro. "Tell me your name, too - So I know whose names to put in these bastards' faces when I cave their skulls in." Letting the man talk, Akira rose his hands once again - He hadn't heard Siegbert's call for his allies to assist, meaning he missed Shiro's name, though caught Soleil's when the prince said it.
"I'll show them hell!"
Six Feet Under
With not a second of charge, 4 copies of Akira appeared around the teen, before transforming into ghastly skulls, purple and ghostly with dark red eyes. These skulls began to move, spreading out and moving in a wide circle around Akira. This attack, if any of the skulls struck enemy, were imbued with a sort of demonic energy with visions of death, doing notable damage but weakening the targets physically and pushing them away from Akira.
 

Enemy Phase​


The Little Crow's hookshot struck the mage center mass, and the bird was pulled towards the Muspell soldier. The mage desperately attempted an incantation, but Little Crow was on the magic user in a flash of feathers and steel. The other mage and archer quickly retreated back, but Rhajat stood her ground. She looked to Little Crow with a surprised smile.

"My my, you're quite the bloodthirsty little bird. A shame, you would make a fine familiar." Rhajat said to the Little Crow. Dark energy swirled around Rhajat, and her tome fluttered open. As she muttered an incantation, a tornado of dark magical energy sprung up from the ground beneath Little Crow! At the same time, the remaining mage and archer would focus their attacks against the Little Crow. The archer loosed another arrow at the bird, and the mage called down another bolt of lightning!



The two knights raised their shields in preparation to Bennett's attack, but neither had been expecting the power of the explosion the adventurer let loose. The knights were blasted back a couple feet, knocked to the ground. Their armor managed to protect them from some of the explosion, and unsteadily they got to their feet. Seeing that Bennett looked just as beat up as they did from his own attack, the knights picked up their weapons and advanced towards Bennett once more.



Siegbert's eyes widened once more as the Jedi used another technique he had never seen before. The horse screamed as it flew through the air, but Siegbert reacted quickly. The prince dropped down, using the snow to slide under the horse as it passed overhead. The beast landed heavily behind Siegbert, thrashing in the melting snow, and Siegbert was back on his feet. Anakin deflected a bolt of lightning at the prince. Mid charge, Siegbert could only manage to turn and take the blast in his shoulder pauldron. It absorbed most of the shock, but was still enough to stop his charge.

"You've got... you've got a lot of tricks." Siegbert said, raising his greatsword defensively. His breathing was heavy, exerted, but still was controlled. He slowly advanced, his guard up, his eyes watching Anakin closely. "I am Siegbert, son of Prince Xander of Nohr. May I know your name?"



The Manakete moved, standing up on its hind legs as Carbonera charged. The Darmanitan slammed into dragon creature, but the dragon seemed prepared. The flames from the charge engulfed the Manakete, and as it tumbled back it grabbed a hold of the Blazing Pokemon. The massive monster attempted to grapple the Darmanitan in the snow, attacking with claw and fang as its wings beat wildly.

A nearby explosion caught Fjorm's attention, and the Princess watched Bennett get launched back from an attack.
"Bennett!" Fjorm exclaimed. She dashed around the fighting Fire Pokemon and Manakete. As the Knights approached Bennett, Fjorm charged fowards. She lunged with her lance, striking the sword Knight in the shoulder and staggering him back. With a grunt, the ax Knight stepped closer and aimed an ax slash at Fjorm!



Eirika's eyes narrowed. While Rhajat had been occupied with the Little Crow's advance, Eirika had been keeping a close eye on the forest where the sleep dart had come from. She spotted a blur of movement. The fog and foliage obscured the Templar enough that Eirika couldn't make out any distinct features, but she only needed a general location.
"L'Arachel!" Eirika commanded, gesturing towards Rhajat and her squad. As she did so, Eirika's Gleipnir tome began to float and emit dark energy.

Shay moved through the trees, and painful dark energy would begin to swirl around him. It acted as a vacuum, launching branches and rocks at the Templar, before suddenly a strange sound! The vortex of dark magic vanished, and meteors of dark flame rained from the sky towards Shay! These burning meteors would explode on contact, sending rocks, snow, and wood flying!

L'Arachel's horse came to a stop near Eirika, and the bold woman turned back to face the battlefield. She nodded at Eirika's command.
"Right. Behold, foul corvid! The holy might of Rausten's ultimate tome, Ivaldi!" L'Arachel called out. Light shone from the green haired woman's tome as she raised a hand.

Far above the battle, a section of the clouds parted. A bright ray of sunlight shone down on Little Crow. From the ray of sunlight, a shockwave of light energy shot down! Once it struck the ground, golden flames of holy magic burst up from beneath the Little Crow!



The Guardian Angel slashed appeared once more, slashing at Soleil. But just like before, Shiro used his Assist skill to switch places with the pink haired mercenary. Shiro used his Naginata to block the Guardian Angel's attacks once more, and Soleil sighed dreamily.
"Ah, Lahel. Such a beautiful name." Soleil said. Shaking off the thoughts before the Contract could shock her again, she went to move around Shiro when the young man stopped her. Despite his situation, he grinned at Akira.

"Gonna take down Surtur yourself, huh?" Shiro asked. "Sorry, friend. It looks like you're having enough trouble with just the two of us! I'm Shiro, son of Prince Ryoma of Hoshido! And you're the one that's gonna lose here!"

Akira used his Six Feet Under, attacking with strange spinning skulls. Shiro attempted to use his Naginata to defend Soleil from the attack, slashing through one of the skulls before being struck himself. The attack staggered the young princeling, dropping him to a knee. But it was enough to protect Soleil from the attack.
"Sorry Lahel, but your friend is going down!" Soleil called out as she ran at Akira. Her sword flashed as she slashed at Akira, attempting a first slash against is body and a follow-up slash at his legs!
 

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ANAKIN SKYWALKER

The jedi slowed his advance to a stop. His foe, introduced as Siegbert, seemed to be slowing. Anakin was used to a little more stamina from his opponents - but this man was no sith. The jedi general raised a brow, unaccustomed to this type of battle dialogue. Banter was more his approach - though Obi-Wan got a little flirty with Ventress when they did that. It was always awkward fighting her with him around.

“Anakin Skywalker, Knight of the Jedi Order,” the force-user said. “If we’re talking now, then tell me how I can break Surtr’s hold over you. I’d prefer fighting him over any of his... servants.”

He’d wanted to say ‘slaves’ but the word was a bit difficult coming to his tongue.

Anakin wasn’t ignorant to what was going on around him. Things didn’t seem to be going as well for everyone else as it was for him, and part of that was because he’d reduced his opponent pool to just one man. There were still plenty of enemies around, and the crow in particular was getting ganged up on. Anakin would need to step in to help, and soon.

NIKKI PREZ

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A grapple was never a good sign. Carbon’s big arms were limited like that, and while Nikki didn’t doubt he could free himself, she didn’t know what this dragon-type could pull. If it had a move like Explosion (if it even had moves like pokemon) then her darmanitan would be toast, or at least pretty battered.

“Right in the face, Carbon! Solarbeam!”

The darmanitan’s thick arms swung about to grasp the manakete’s own arms to stop his clawing and lock him in place. Carbon’s grinning mouth split open wide, energy charging in his throat before he fired, a powerful beam of energy blasting out point-blank toward the manaketes face with the intention to take it out of the fight.
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Nevermore.
The crow's dagger embedded itself in the mage's heart, and cracks that glowed a bright magenta spiderwebbed across the human's skin as his soul was evicted from its mortal coil. The Reaper hopped off of the corpse as it keeled over, the soul following him to end up being absorbed. The omen of death peered at those that surrounded for a moment. Two magical tomes fluttered open and one arrow was notched. Little Crow knew what to expect from the hooded mage, but the woman seemed to have more tricks up her sleeve.

Oddly, the corvid dismissed his weapons, the knives vanishing in a flash. He was putting himself on the defensive. Winds swirled around Rhajat as she taunted the bird, and he awaited the attack. As soon as Little Crow felt winds picking up beneath him, he rolled to the side, away from the archer. The whirlwind of dark magic erupted in his absence, which covered him from any arrows that would be flying in from that direction. The lightning bolt, however, was not interrupted by the occultist's gale.

This was what the Reaper had been expecting, however, as in a flash of light, the Thunder Hammer appeared in his wings once again. He swung the hammer to meet the electrical attack, and the mighty hammer, not unlike that of a certain Germanic god, absorbed the bolt in its entirety. Rhajat's attack soon faded, leaving nothing between her and the fowl. The Little Crow lunged at her, hammer raised high, and then brought the maul down at her feet. He thought she might move, but didn't imagine it would change the result- as the hammer a shockwave from the impact and expelled the energy of the lightning attack at the same time to create a powerful area of effect.

However, if Rhajat were still standing, the crow would not have a chance to follow up, as a column of light enveloped him. The Reaper looked up- bad idea, the sun hurt his eyes. But he was smart enough to shift his gaze to L'Arachel, who was loudly annoucing her attack towards him. The avian was already in motion, scurrying away from the column as it erupted. He spared the time to call upon his bow and fire a quick shot towards the valkyrie, but soon turned his attention back to the closer mage(s).

HP- 5/6
SP- 3/6
 
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Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Bennett


Soot from the explosion covered the front of his body, Bennett tumbling to the ground. The voice of Fjorm entered the fray, calling his name. Coughing, he went to a kneel, opening an eye. She was fighting in her condition? As the axe wielding knight sought out an opportunity to strike their enemy down, Bennett sprung back into action.

POW!

Bennett punched the side of the axe before it could meet its mark, his gloved fist throwing it off to the right while he stood there, his hand shaking from the harsh impact against steel.

"...Ow." He muttered, before looking over to the girl he intercepted the attack for. "Couldn't let you get hurt, Ms.Fjorm. That's my job."

Turning his attention back to the knights, he put himself between her and them, he sniffed as a drop of blood dripped from his upper lip to the defrosting snow below, inking it in red. Bringing his rattled hand back to his sword, he stood determined.

"Don't you guys know to focus on one guy at a time? I'm not...anywhere near done yet!"

Scraping his sword across the ground, he flicked it up, casting a crescent shaped strike of flame at the pair. Then, he'd target the axe wielding one specifically, aiming to drive his sword into the armor on his hip.
 
Akira Tadokoro

Akira shrugged off Shiro's words, his gaze turned to a steel glare. With Shiro struck and taken by his move, that would lessen the odds that he could protect Soleil. But Soliel had seemed to set aside her interest with Lahel for striking back at Akira once more.
"Don't be stupid. Only reason you're both still fighting, is cuz I'm not wanting to give you the shittiest fates around!"
This time, Akira elected not to wait until after the attack.
Guardian Angel
Lahel appeared once more, before Soleil's sword could come down, in between the esper and the swordswoman. The Angel swung out her own sword, parrying the body slash before disappearing. However, the angel still gave Soleil a small smile - Most foes wouldn't talk to the Guardian Angel, it appeared, not acknowledging her. As Soleil would go for the leg slash, however, Akira jumped back in the snow, making some distance.

All of that would give Akira a moment, to power up the energies within the mind.
"I'm ending this - That little vision you got isn't even half of the hell I'm gonna give Surtr!" He yelled. The 'vision', as it were, was something only Shiro saw when struck prior; His own death - The effects of Six Feet Under coming up with a horrific end to implant in mind.
Cold Day In Hell
Copies spread out behind and ahead of Akira once again, transforming into a mightly explosion of ice spikes - Attempting to spear both Shiro and Soleil, as well as any unlucky warrior of Muspell that might have roamed behind Akira.

After that, on the assumption of a success, Akira would move quickly. His allies would need help, but it'd take time to reach them - Going forward seemed like the smartest move, try to reach past Anakin's duel and back up the Crow against the many enemies there.
...
Was that the damn sky parting?!
 
Shay Cormac

Shay parkoured from tree to tree, his Assassin training giving him an advantage. However, mid-swing, a dark vortex appeared around it. Shay suddenly felt pained, although he knew that he was undamaged- but that would change soon, as rocks and branches were flung at him! He was able to weave around the branches and rocks, but some pelted him, stinging a little.

Suddenly, there was a noise, and the vortex disappeared. Shay moved to recover, and was able to get to the next branch- before meteors began to fall from the sky! They crashed into the ground, sending bits of wood, snow, and rocks flying everywhere! Shay jumped desperately, moving to outrun a disaster this time caused not from below the ground, but from above.

He was not as young as when he had outrun that earthquake, however, and eventually slipped up. He fell from a branch down to the ground below, and was only barely able to roll into a run, yet another earthquake exploded behind him, launching him forward. He fell to the ground, able to protect his face by bringing up his arms and landing on his elbows and knees. He looked up as he began to stand, seeing...

What was that!? Some kind of orange creature with fur, a toothy grin, and eyebrows that extended far from it's face, was engaging in battle against a.. dragon. An actual, literal dragon. Frankly, none of it made any sense, but one thing was likely- one of these beings was fighting for Muspell.

Shay stood quickly, drawing his knife and sword, and preparing to fight. They likely would have seen him arrive.
 
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Enemy Phase​


The mist and fog from the erupting geysers continued to grow thicker and thicker. It was now so thick that those within the forest were unable to see the fighters on the hillside, and vice versa.

Siegbert slowly circled Anakin, keeping his guard up. His armored boots crunched in the snow, and though the sounds of battle was loud and ferocious, the young princes' eyes never left Anakin. The red halo floated around Siegbert's head, pulsing slightly.
"I can't tell you much." Siegbert admitted. "Only this: If you want to free me, and others like me under this Magical Contract, you must defeat us in battle. That's all I'm allowed to say."

Siegbert let out a breath, and his body tensed up. His greatsword began to emit a dark aura, and black energy crackled around it.
"Thank you for the momentary reprieve. I'm going to try to kill you now." Siegbert said to Anakin. The black energy coallesed around Siegbert's weapon, and suddenly took the form of a large, roaring dragon's head! Siegbert lunged at Anakin. The prince unleashed a trio of strong and fast slashes, aiming a pair of slashes at Anakin's head and another one at the knight's body!



The Manakete struggled in the grasp of the Pokemon. While it found its claws restrained, it had other means of fighting back. The monster fought with tooth and fang, biting into the Fire Type Pokemon. Unlike what Shay had thought, the Manakete was so involved with its fight against the Darmanitan that it did not sense Shay's approach.

The Darmanitan's mouth opened, and the Manakete recognized energy charging up within the Pokemon. As the Darmanitan used its Solar Beam attack, the Manakete attempted to counter with its Fire Breath! The magic breath of the dragon enveloped the Darmanitan for only a moment, as the condensed power of the Solar Beam quickly punched through the fire breath. The blast struck the Manakete in the head, and the creature let out a shriek of pain. Abruptly, the dragon went limp. Light energy surrounded the Manakete, and in the arms of the Pokemon it transformed back into its humanoid form. The cloaked humanoid fell unconscious, slumping against the fire type.



The Little Crow evaded the attacks from the ranged fighter with impressive agility, using its tools and speed to counter any moves towards it. The corvid swung its massive hammer towards Rhajat, and the mage quickly called a black, mist-like energy around herself. The explosive shockwave knocked Rhajat into the air, but her magic seemed to absorb most of the energy of the attack. She flipped in mid-air, landing on her feet a few yards away from the Little Crow.

"Impressive, but not enough!" Rhajat called out. The pages of her tome fluttered with dark energy once more, and she gestured to the Little Crow. The tornado of dark energy burst from the ground below the Little Crow! Rhajat spoke an incantation, and the dark energy tornado would move. If the Little Crow would dodge out of the way of the attack, the tornado would move to follow after him.

The archer and other mage continued retreating back towards Eirika and L'Arachel. While the mage called another blast of lighting towards Little Crow, the archer would wait until Rhajat's Obsessive Curse would die away before firing an arrow at the Little Crow!



The Little Crow fired an energy arrow at L'Arachel, and the Valkyrie raised a hand. The energy arrow struck a glowing wall of light that appeared for just a moment, dampening the blow against L'Arachel. Slightly hurt, L'Arachel still laughed haughtily.
"Oh ho ho! You'll have to try better than that, you foul fowl!" L'Arachel said. "Truly, you are a powerful hero if you can evade Ivaldi! Let us see if you are as lucky a second time!"

Once again, the clouds above the battle parted. A ray of light shone down towards the Little Crow, and from this ray of light, a powerful shockwave that attempted to slam Little Crow into the ground. Then from that same ground illuminated by the ray of light, holy golden flames would burst forth!

Meanwhile, Eirika watched as Shay vanished into the fog of the battlefield. It had appeared their assailant had avoided nearly all damage from the attack. By this point, the fog was obscuring all in the forest, except for the Little Crow and the mages he was fighting. Eirika watched the Little Crow fighting, somehow hold his own against not only Rhajat and the other mages, but evading L'Arachel's attacks as well. Eirika turned her attention towards the forest. She readied herself, watching for any other enemies that would emerge to assist the Little Crow.



Just in time, Bennet swooped in to protect Fjorm. The Princess nodded gratefully to Bennett, breathing heavily. Bennett's flaming slash drove the knights back. The Ax Knight attempted to move to block Bennett's attack, but was just a moment too slow. There was a crunch of metal as Bennett's blade broke through the knight's armor. The knight cried out in pain, before collapsing into the snow.

The Sword Knight attempted to take advantage of the situation, moving in to attack Bennett. Fjorm struck first. She moved around the adventurer, striking the knight in the shoulder. They shrugged off the attack, and knocked Fjorm's lance aside with their sword. Fjorm staggered back, unbalanced by the blow, the knight struck Fjorm with their shield. Fjorm was knocked off her feet, falling to the snow and dropping her lance. The Knight attempted to follow up their attack, aiming a sword slash at the fallen Princess!



The Guardian Angel appeared once more, this time parrying Soleil's attack. The pink haired swordswoman caught the smile Lahel gave her, and despite the magical contract, Soleil couldn't help but to smile back at the angel.

"That little vision you got isn't even half of the hell I'm gonna give Surtr!" Akira yelled, attacking with a Cold Day in Hell. Ice spikes shot up from the ground towards Shiro and Soleil. Shiro, weakened by Six Feet Under and the terrible vision that accompanied it, was unable to defended himself from such an attack. He was knocked back, and with the sound of shattering glass, the red halo around his head was destroyed. Shiro managed to get to a knee, chuckling as he faded away.
"Heh. Maybe. You've still got a long way to go..." Shiro said, and vanished. Soleil managed to fair better against the ice spikes. Using her large, shieldlike shoulder pauldron and her sword, she managed to block most of the ice spikes that came her way. One of them managed to get through, and Soleil flinched as a spike cut a deep gash in her leg.


Akira attempted to move towards Little Crow, but Soleil moved to intercept him.
"Nuh uh! Where do you think you're going?" Soleil said, giving Akira a wink. "We're not done yet! Besides, I wanna see some more of that beautiful Lahel!"
She slashed at Akira, her sword flashing blindingly with each swipe!



"Hraaah!" With a powerful shovel strike, the last of the Muspell soldiers Shovel Knight had been fighting went flying back! As the main parties of the Muspell troops and Muspell Mashers had been battling it out, a small group of soldiers had attempted to flank the Mashers from the east side. The Shovel Knight had responded in kind, dealing swift Shovel Justice to the enemies on their assault. With his foes defeated, Shovel Knight was now able to join the rest of the Mashers in battle!
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

What Siegbert said wasn’t anything new to Anakin. He’d already learned as much ambiently through the others, his opponent’s words only solidifying it. Anakin stood firm as Siegbert began to circle, but once it became clear the reprieve had ended, the jedi knight raised his lightsaber over his head, the blade pointed backwards and down at a 45 degree angle, the expressed stance of Djem So.

Form V’s Djem So was the strongest of all forms, focused almost entirely upon power, strength, and counter attacking. Physically, it was the most demanding of the other forms by quite a lot. It was all about power, and Anakin had plenty of it. The user of Djem So would start off defensively, blocking and parrying. That much of it was identical to Form III, which Obi-Wan specialized in. However, after is where it diverged. Form III was about finesse, patience, and being aware of openings and gaps in your opponents moves. Djem So was about creating such openings.

“I'm going to try to kill you now,” Siegbert claimed.

Siegbert led with a strike for the jedi’s head, and Anakin swung down, stepping forward to block it. The collision was put at a complete stop, but Anakin could feel harmful energies coming from the blade. He had extended his arm out enough to block the hits. The residual power of the roaring beasthead still warned him of its potential.

Siegbert was quick, reversing a slash to reach the general’s head again, but Anakin brought the blade up, angling it over his shoulder, pointing to the ground to block the strike. This time, it was closer, and the energies pushed themselves upon his body. Anakin winced, unfamiliar with this, but he was now channeling the force, and it kept the worst of it at bay.

The Son of Xander led with a third strike, trying to push the offensive, this time aimed for Anakin’s center. The jedi stepped back around to face him, swinging down with the blade from overhead with amplified strength and power. Dark metal met azure plasma as blades clashed, and Anakin expelled some of his gathered energy for enough force to completely reverse Siegbert’s slash, intending to knock the man back and simultaneously unbalance him.

“You certainly tried,” the jedi said, “but that is why you failed. You lack conviction.”

This was meant to be that opening within Form V’s Djem So. Upon creating one, the user would push the offensive with extreme aggression and lethality. The swings of the blade were wide and strong, each one winding up, but deceptively fast. Amplified through the force, each strike would be like that of a snake. That is why Form V was also known as the Way of the Krayt Dragon.

And here, dragon met dragon.

Anakin stepped forward, slashing from the right with a single hand holding his saber. He expected a block, more likely a parry, and so didn’t put any power into the hit, instead letting his strike bounce off of Siegbert’s defense to raise the blade overhead, both hands now grasping it before he would slash downward with far more immense power, so that even if Siegbert still successfully blocked it, his defense would be shaken as he was forced on a back foot to struggle against the jedi’s might as Anakin would continue to push down, intent on driving Siegbert’s blade and the lightsaber both into and through the man’s shoulder. This attack was called the ‘Falling Avalanche.’

Or, more simply, if Siebert was too slow, he would be cut down by the overhead strike.
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Uh-Oh, Crow
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The corvid's attacks were muffled- nearly negated entirely. He stood in the crater of his own making and observed the situation. He hadn't been able to take out one of the stronger enemies in one swoop, which might have been wishful thinking on his part. No, he needed to take some heat off of himself by taking care of the smaller fries first.

When a familiar baleful wind whipped up around him, the Reaper was quick to dive forward and roll to his feet. He was making his way towards the remaining mage and the archer as he was hunted by the occultist's storm. The clouds parted, and the two unnamed soldiers wound up their attacks- the bird had to act quickly. He fired his Hookshot spell at the archer, catching him in the shoulder.

The Hookshot reeled in Little Crow, at the same time jerking the archers aim to the side and causing him to fire into the snow. L'Arachel's holy magic exploded behind the avian, narrowly missing its target. The Reaper slammed into the archer. His Lightning Hammer caved in the chest cavity and sent powerful jolts of electricity that flushed out the infantryman's mortal soul.

The crow turned to the mage, but the spellcaster was already too far beyond in their incantation. The Little Crow was too slow to move his heavy hammer to catch this bolt, and was struck.

In the blackened crater, the bird got back to his feet. He coughed up some smoke and his feathers were singed, but otherwise he looked just fine. His weapon flashed again, this time turning into the most deadly of his weapons: the Reaper's Greatsword. With this weapon, wielded once by a demigod, he dove forward and slashed at the lightning mage's legs.

HP- 4/6
SP- 4/6
 

Gamingfan

Previously Gamingfan2
Shovel Knight
With a might swing, Shovel Knight knocked the soldiers on their backs. Once he made sure they weren't getting back up, Shovel Knight turned back towards the main battlefield. Summoning another Mobile Gear, the Knight attempted to return to his allies, moving as fast as he could to make up for lost time. As he approached, Shovel Knight noticed the bright flashes caused by the exchange of magics between Akira and Shiro. Though Akira tried to move, Shiro's companion moved to block the teen psychic.
Shovel Knight's gear roared as he moved to block Solei in turn, suddenly appearing beside her and deflecting Solei's blade with his own, as the mobile gear threatened to run her over!
"Hope you don't mind if I cut in!" Shovel Knight punned despite himself.
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Bennett


Nice! The first one went down for now, which left one more to deal with. Seemed as though Fjorm was in danger again however, the remaining knight ready to retaliate with a sharp edged blade. Not even thinking, he ran to intercept the blade. His fist was still in bad shape after he punched the axe blade, so this time he jumped up, head butting the sword! His surprisingly durable pair of goggles took the hit, the impact reverberating through his skull.

Teetering next to the knight, his vision was made blurry, but his resolve remained stoic. With a few labored breaths, he looked back to Fjorm, offering a thumbs up.

"Dont worry princess, they won't let a finger on you...!" He reassured, hoisting his sword up to the sky with his shaking arm. "Not while I can still hold a sword in my-"

KA-THOOOOM!

A strike of lightning shot down from the heavens. It struck Bennett square on, using his his sword as a striking point. The lighting splashed to both him and the knight directly next to him, a big black scorch mark appearing directly around them.

And like that, Bennett fell backwards on the ground, smoke coming from his freshly zapped body. He had wordlessly collapsed.
 
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