seloria cassul ; dancer (mesmerist) wrote in emillion, |
The surface of the street was ever shifting as debris landed about Seloria, but she somehow managed to keep her step from breaking and weaved around or climbed over it. Everyone always assumed that dancing was some sort of elegant, frivolous sort of skill. While it could be used in such a manner (as any other), it took a great deal of concentration, especially when it was something this untested. Keeping the step was simple, exuding the power it commanded, was not. The adamantitan was a huge creature, not a man or even a group of men. More importantly, a creature that held power of its own. There was no time to worry about the well-being of her sister or her sister's friend, although she was completely aware of their battle. She would continue to do the dance for as long as she could. As Seloria danced, Mag kept an eye on her, making sure she would not fall prey to any stray spells (or, even worse, another beast). For the time being, however, Aspel seemed to be holding the Adamantitan's attention. Dodging another burst of Fire, Mag moved in to attack, trying to find the weak points in the beast's body and stabbing them with her spear. Every time the beast roared and was pushed back, by herself or Aspel, she grinned (still keeping the dancer in her field of vision, her presence too important to be forgotten). Provocation after challenge was launched at the beast, her armor quickly becoming dented, broken, and smashed. Blood seeped out over the shining Mithril plate, turning the color ruby in splotches, yet, through cracked bones, and a bloodied body, Aspel pushed to continue on. If a cover for Seloria was needed, she took it - twice by the end - if a parry for Mag required, it was done. She would keep them up, and alive, only striking back when no other option seemed available to her at all. The fight was hard, longer than it really needed to be, but at the same time, this was the only way to assure the monster steered clear of Seloria, and for that, Aspel would gladly give her life. A swing of her sword, attempting to slam the beast back caused the blade to crack, and break, sending half the sword ricocheting off in a direction opposite of them all. “Blast!” Aspel cursed, brandishing what remained of the sword towards the beast. “I can take you without sword if you wish!” Another blow knocked Aspel back - the beast couldn’t be far from death now - and the smith sputtered blood, nearly all the air knocked from her lungs as she staggered, and fell down to one knee. Faram, they had to end this soon. Seloria's distant awareness came to a full one, when she didn't see her sister rise again. She could hear the voice, but she stayed down. Her steps slipped into a stronger, more familiar dance. Whatever the beast planned to do next, he would find it difficult as the magic entangled its limbs and crept through its mind. Slow Dance had taken hold. She would see her sister out of this. She just hoped that the Dragoon could dispatch or distract the creature. The same train of thought was going through Mag's mind as she shouted, "You see what you've done? You're so ugly my friend can't bear to look at you anymore!" As the beast turned to her (she had to wonder, sometimes, if monsters understood hume language, or just turned to whoever barked the loudest), Mag performed a High Jump, driving her spear through one of the spots on the thing's armor that seemed to have been weakened by their debuffs. The Adamantitan growled, a combination of pain and rage, and Mag Jumped again to finish it off. |