player npcs. (citizenries) wrote in emillion, |
A Mime. Kiyoko smiled. With only one mage, they were in trouble; with two, the beasts were done for. “Then prepare yourself,” she said. Again, Darkga was thrown at their enemies, more destructive than the one before, but halfway through the incantation she saw the Aerora aimed at her and, still chanting, braced for impact. It never came. The woman was in front of her, shielding her from the brunt of the spell, and allowing her to finish it. Whether she would be well enough to mimic right after, Kiyoko had no idea―but her own stores of mana were nowhere near depleted, and she could continue to cast despite her injuries. The important thing was taking these fuckers down, and the mage was their ticket to doing that. She grunted in pain, but remained standing; her years in the Ring had paid off. The woman finished off her spell, and Ash mimicked it. The spell tore through her, pain blooming in her chest. Whatever that spell was, Ash didn’t like it, but neither did the Babil. And if it was a choice between her comfort and the Babil’s life, she’d take Babil’s life every damn time. “Again,” she hissed. Before Kiyoko could oblige, another wave of Waterga buffetted them. She was slammed against the wall once more, and felt the crack of bone snapping and a sharp, tight pain her chest, turning every breath into agony. She coughed up water, wheezing and doubled over herself, pain flaring across every nerve, and for a few moments she was defenseless as her lungs fought to expel the liquid she had swallowed upon opening her mouth to chant. It seemed that if they could not Silence her, they would attempt to take her voice through other means. But pain was familiar, and she was not so weak as to fall to such things. Her words, as she began to chant once more, felt weak and strained and dragged down her throat like raking claws, but a mere whisper was enough to cast. She threw another Darkga at the beasts, and saw them stumble from the blast. They were almost down, now; perhaps the Mime’s imitation would be enough to fell them. And then, Aerora and Watera slammed into her at once, both Babils combining their efforts, and she cried out from the pain, felt her ankle give way completely and crumpled to to the ground, bleeding from a dozen cuts on her arms and legs and one on her forehead. She clung to consciousness and started to chant again, too dizzy to see one of the beasts was raring to attack once more. Aisling had managed to get the mimick off just as the Babils casted. One crumbled as Ash’s mimicked spell hit it, and the dry dust that rose up from it filled her lungs, choking her. She didn’t let it stop her - there was still one left, and it had to go down before Ash could anything as menial as hack up her lung. |