player npcs. (citizenries) wrote in emillion, |
The Red Light District had never been such accurately named. The flames climbed into the sky, another victim of a Babil’s spellcasting. Kiyoko had been running since the safehouse, attempting to make it back to the Tower where her father would surely be among those leading the final push; but there were monsters at every turn, and many could not be avoided. She had sent some of her faithful out to aid civilians where they could, and protect the building where the altar of their lord was located, but she knew many would die in the endeavor. It was her intention to dispatch as many enemies as she could, to contain the casualties among her own. Now, at least, Merri was nowhere to be seen, and she could cast freely. May have needed to, even if he had been present; for against two towering Babils, a simple Fire would never suffice. “Begone from my path, monsters!” she cried, and began to chant the words for Darkga. One of the beasts reached down and swiped her away as if she were a rag doll, slamming her against the wall—but not before the incantation was complete, and she saw, through the haze of pain, the Babils writhing in agony. The great thing about Lena Saint Laurent was that she was ready for anything, and that had meant Ash could trade out her flail for something more substantial. The blades felt awkward in her hand - it had been years since she’d fought with them, and used them only for show - but they did the trick. Muscle memory was a fearsome thing, and it was as if she had never put them down within fifteen minutes. Her arms would tire quickly, she knew, but that was something she would have to deal with later. Right now, priority had to be keeping the District from going up in flames. She’d caught sight of the woman flying towards the wall and took off towards her. No point in asking if she was alright - the answer to that was obvious. Instead, she spun, arms up and arcing down, first one then the other, striking against the nearest Babil, which faltered. Its companion, however, did not. With a fearsome howl, it summoned forth a wave of Waterga that slammed into both women, and made the wall behind Kiyoko threaten to give way for a moment, but it held. Her right ankle felt as though it were on fire, and she knew that if she tried to step away from the building, it would not hold her weight. She would never make it to the Tower―but she would make it out of here, alive. All she needed to attack was her voice; as long as she retained that, the rest was unimportant. Her newfound ally was wielding blades; definitely not a mage, and so it did not matter what she saw. She would never understand it. “You will be vanquished here,” she muttered to the monsters, gathering her strength, and cast Pain on the nearest one. The sudden pull of magic alerted her to the fact that she was with a mage; Ash sighed in relief, standing up and ignoring the pain coursing through her body, immediately mimicking the other woman and aiming the spell at the opposite Babil. The monster writhed. Whatever the fuck she’d just cast had worked. Good to know. Which meant she needed to keep an eye on the mage if she wanted to walk out of here. She looked at the other woman expectantly, waiting for her to cast again, and missed seeing the Babil’s arm swinging out at her. It knocked her in the stomach, flinging her back. Immediately, Ash curled in on herself, braced for the impact. It came, shockwaves traveling down her legs and up her back, but not nearly as badly as it could have been if she’d remained straight. She heard the clattering of her communicator on the floor, watched as the Babil crushed it beneath its foot. “Been meaning to upgrade anyway,” she muttered to herself. To the mage: “Cast. I’ll back you up.” |