Private/Closed Bootleg Bros. Ultimate - The Muspell Campaign

[comic]

NIKKI PREZ​

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“DAR!”

The darmanitan dropped the unconscious form to the ground and began to pummel his fists into his chest in triumph as Nikki jumped up and down behind him. “Carbon Carbon, you’re the man! If you can’t do it, no one can!”

Celebrations were short-lived, however, as a sudden boom of lightning made Nikki jump one last time, this one not in victory. “Jeez, no time for victory, bud!” The Alolan surveyed the area, but things weren’t exactly easy to see right now. All that steam from the geysers had created a disparate fog across the battlefield. Wherever Anakin was had been completely obscured by a thick cloud, most of which blanketed a good deal of everywhere else.

At least no more geysers had been erupting, so that was a plus.

“Ugh, I can’t see in this fog...” she muttered, considering her options. She had to help her allies, but who was in the most trouble? What kind of aid could she provide and to whom? She couldn’t think of any really good moves that had weather effects on her team... what would Rosie do...?

Nikki’s eyes lit up as a sudden idea came to her mind. “Rosemarie, you’re so smart for coming up with that!” she exclaimed, despite the fact Rose had not, in fact, been the one to come up with this idea. It had just been Nikki channeling Rose’s strategic energy.

Grabbing one of the pokeballs, Nikki let loose a new friend onto the field. From the red light emerged the unmistakable form of a large whale, and it wailed as it emerged. “It’s okay, Pierogi!” Nikki soothed the rupther, whose tears were already beginning to fall. Perfectly natural for the species. “Spray a Chilling Water around!”

If her guess was right, and Rosemarie’s influence had rubbed off enough, cold water would probably be able to tackle all that hot water out of the air, the lower temperature forcing all those floating water vapors back into a heavier liquid form. It was genius, and Nikki felt her bestie would be particularly proud of such an outstanding move.

The rupther’s big chin wobbled, before he wailed again as he lowered his head. Out of the blowhole a burst of water began to spray, showering over the area in as wide and as far an area as Pierogi could manage. As Nikki had hoped, the freezing water had the intended effect. It cut through the fog with ease, rapidly reducing its girth and spread, bringing about a more rapid response than the surrounding snow could have.

“Alright! That’s my guy!” Nikki began to jump up and down once again, this time stopping when she was finally able to see what was going on around her. “Oh no, we gotta get to Bennett aand Fjorm!”

Carbonara understood the assignment as he tucked his arms around him to make himself as similar to a bowling ball as he could. A really big and really dangerous bowling ball. With his increased speed from the successful Flame Charge earlier, he shot off toward the defense of Bennett and Fjorm, ready to plow into anyone that came close to them before he unfurled and slammed his fists repeatedly into the ground, challenging anyone to come near as he stood before Bennett.

Nikki was next, with Pierogi sniffling along behind her. The trainer reached her unlucky pal’s body as she dropped to her knees and looked him over. “Oh... man...” she put a finger under his nose.

She felt breath.

“What the heck even happened to you...?” Gazpacho still needed more time to heal, so she couldn’t lug this guy on his back. Nikki glanced back at the depressed whale behind her, briefly considering putting Bennett on him for the time being, but... uh... no, he’d just slide off. The rupther probably wouldn’t appreciate that, anyway.

“Whelp!” Nikki shrugged her shoulders. “Alley-oop!”

Hefting the dead weight of Bennett as best as she could, Nikki managed to drape his arms over her shoulders and hauled him up on her back. Better than nothing, she’d just need to get him to a safer location if he didn’t wake up soon. Surely everyone else was doing alright... she’d do what she could once Bennett was out of the way.
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[Captain Cardboard]

Enemy Phase

Anakin's attacks were fierce and aggressive, driving Siegbert back. Despite the intense assault, Siegbert kept his footing. The prince quickly stepped back, blocking Anakin's first attack. He brought up his guard to block Anakin's overhead slash. The powerful attack made Siegbert gasp, but he did not fall. Instead, the prince used a technique that Anakin and his lightsaber could not do. Siegbert reinforced his guard by bracing the flat of his greatsword with his forearm. He angled his sword downward, and sparks flew as Siegbert directed Anakin's slash down his blade. With a grunt, Siegbert attempted to push Anakin's lightsaber aside. There was no time or energy for Siegbert to reply to Anakin's banter, too focused the prince was on the fight at hand. He used the energy of the push to spin on the spot, going into a one-handed thrust with his greatsword and following up with a two-handed slash towards Anakin's head.

Little Crow aimed a slash at the lightning mage's legs, but Rhajat was ready.
"I don't think so!" The Black Magician called out. She uttered another incantation, casting her magic not at the Little Crow, but at the lightning mage instead.

Assist Skill: Rally Attack/Defense

A dark mist appeared around the lightning mage. Little Crow slashed into the mage's leg, but the mist caught his sword. The mage cried out in pain as the blade struck his leg, but thanks to the mist it did not cut flesh. The lightning mage held up their hand, and the air crackled. Another bolt of lightning shot down from the clouds, heading towards the Little Crow!

Soleil managed to bring up her defenses just in time to block Shovel Knight's charging attack, sliding back into one of the fallen trees. While there was a flash of fear and annoyance on her face, it was quickly replaced with a smile at Shovel Knight's pun.
"Man, that was awful!" Soleil said, half-chuckling. "I do mind, I wanted to see Lahel again! So why don't you shove-l off!"
Responding with a bad pun of her own, her blade flashed with a blinding light! She slashed at Shovel Knight, attempting to hit his shovel. If she was able to knock it away, Soleil would follow up with a piercing thrust, attempting to hit Shovel Knight at a point where his armor came together!

Fjorm let out a cry in pain as a jolt from the lightning that struck Bennett struck her as well. She laid on the ground, winded and unable to move. Fjorm could only watch as Nikki and her beast made it to them. Nikki picked up Bennett, carrying him off. Fjorm knew she had to move. After a few moments, slowly, weakly, Fjorm attempted to push herself up. She managed to make it onto her hands and knees, her arms shaking from the effort.

Somehow through the fog, Fjorm saw him.

There was a man standing nearby. Fjorm had no idea how she hadn't noticed him before. The Princess grabbed her lance, and used it to push herself to her feet. She leaned on the weapon, using it like a walking stick once again.
"Who... who are you?" Fjorm called out to Shay. "Friend.... or foe?"

Eirika's frown deepened as she watched the Little Crow defeat the archer. Another soldier down. There was still fighting within the fog, but even there the sounds of combat were slowly dying down one by one. The Manakete had been defeated, and likely only the other Contracted Heroes were left. Besides her, L'Arachel scowled.
"Missed again! What a persistent bird!" L'Arachel said. She began her incantation once more, but Eirika shook her head.

"We're retreating." Eirika said. "Our forces are decimated. We must rejoin General Laevatein-"
"C... Cowardly... wench." In his saddle, Captain Kohle stirred. The sleep poison Shay had shot him with was finally wearing off.
"Captain-"
"I... I don't want to hear it." Captain Kohle said. He straightened, shaking his head as if to shake the sleep from his mind. "I will not allow these weaklings to best me! You will obey-"
"We will not." Eirika said coldly. That seemed to awaken the Captain instantly.

"WHAT?!" The Captain roared.
"You are misinformed, Captain Kohle. L'Arachel and I are bound to General Laevatein, not you." Eirika said. She gestured to the battlefield. "I tried my best to assist you, but you rejected my counsel. This battle is lost, Captain. My contract compels me to return to General Laevatein. I suggest you and your troops retreat. Come on, L'Arachel."

The two women retreated, riding back in the direction of the plumes of smoke.
"Traitors! Cowards! Deserters! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEADS FOR THIS!!!" Captain Kohle roared, shaking his fist. But it was to no avail. He turned his attention back to the battle.
"Those slaves! What do they know?! I am the mighty Captain Kohle! I will not be defeated here!" The Captain said. The Paladin drew his Blessed Lance. The weapon glowed with holy energy, and he dug his spurs into the sides of his horse. The warhorse reared back, letting out a loud whinny before charging down the hill. The armored horse and rider raced towards the Little Crow, and Kohle attempted to spear the bird as he rode past!

 

[comic]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER​

“Impressive,” Anakin said stoically as his blade was pushed back, and Siegbert spun into another attack that the jedi slammed his lightsaber into, deflecting the jab, allowing Siegbert to redirect into a two-handed slash. Rather than meet it head-on, as a disciplined Djem So user would do.

Anakin was too unorthodox and undisciplined to follow the rules at all times.

Anakin weaved to the side, allowing the blade to come close, but swerving by. He was assuming that, by using both hands, Siegbert was putting more force into this attack. That would make redirecting it trickier and less reliable, leaving the prince open as Anakin slashed upward rapidly with the lightsaber. He aimed to sever the man’s right arm above the elbow.

Unrelenting, Anakin would twirl his blade in his hand, redirecting its momentum to turn into a second rapid slash that was meant to sever the man’s right leg from the knee down and almost entirely incapacitate him.

Anakin didn’t want to outright kill him, not yet. There was one thing he wished to do to gather more intelligence on the Muspell before he would break this hero's contract. In an attempt to guarantee this, Anakin’s left hand channeled the force as he brought it up to try and vice grip the man into a still pose, likely forcing him to comply.​

 

[PaprusTeuton]

Shay Cormac

Someone called to him.

"Who... who are you?" The woman called out to Shay. "Friend.... or foe?" She was equipped with a large spear with blue accents, large golden shoulder pauldrons with blue gems, and a crown with similar construction. Judging by the ice theme, and the fact that Muspell's elemental orientation seemed to be towards fire, she seemed friendly. That wasn't confirmed, however.

"That depends," responded the masked Templar, "on who you fight for." Shay had sheathed his dagger and sword after hiding from the woman who seemed to be in command of the fire creature, and now placed his hands on the hilts of each. While his pistols were an option, he'd rather conserve ammo, given his present lack of connection.

 

[Psymallard]

Little Crow
-Evening, Nifl Plains-
The powerful blade did not cut, caught by black magics. The crow looked back at Rhajat and glared. His scorn was short-lived, as he heard the incantation for the lightning spell once again. A bit risky to have used such a spell in close proximity with the enemy, and, as the Reaper had began to catch on to the timing of the incantation and the attack, he would display why.

As the mage would backpedal, the corvid followed, until the last moment, when he dove beneath the mage's robe so that the lightning would be summoned upon Little Crow's position in the exact moment he went between the caster's legs! The bird rolled through the snow to escape the cascade, and ended up on his feet.

In his peripheral, he spotted a cavalier charging him. Behind him, L'Arachel was nowhere to be seen- possibly retreated. The Reaper brought up his Reaper's Greatsword to parry the Blessed Lance. The powerful sword's soul energy flashed upon contact, matching and even overpowering the holy energy of the lance.

...However, the captain wielded much greater leverage, and the blow smashed the small avian into the snow. Not hurt, but a bit disoriented, Little Crow forced himself back to his feet. He clutched his weapon and waited to see what the enemies would do.

HP- 4/6
SP- 4/6