debonairmonk (debonairmonk) wrote in emillion, |
His attack followed Mag’s - dart in, punch, punch, punch, pivot, kick, jump back. The beast’s hard exterior sent shocks of pain through his leg, but he didn’t waver. If Mag’s Armor Break had taken, a Suplex would do some good, but he wasn’t sure if he had enough energy or power to perform it. They were all here, bringing out their best. Mag even had her spear instead of her shotgun, which Aspel was silently thankful for. It was the first weapon she ever knew Mag using, and - personally felt - it was her best. The blow solidly connected, chipping rock away from the monster’s hide. Her own weapon would likely end up the most effective in this fight if that were the case. She ought to attack more than defend, ought to… And then the beast reared up, bringing its front feet down to slam into those in front of it, catching Aspel immediately as this armor slowed her down, and would move to repeat the action again, then again. A brief outcry was given, Aspel swinging her hammer around in attempts to parry away the blow and failing. If things were to go this way, she needed to assure the monster’s attention that much more. “HA! I fear even on your smartest days you still fall short if you feel you can stop us with that!” Of course, if she would catch its attention or not was always a gamble. Aspel had never been the best Sentinel, but she was one of the most reliable in the field, and her persistent taunts being spat out one after the other as time felt like it crawled on, with repeated swings of the hammer instead of her dropping into defensive stances she prayed would be enough. This would be a test of standing against time, and Aspel was beginning to fear - even more than she had the night before - that their time was starting to run out. As Sentinel, Aspel’s job was to hold the enemies’ attention, to keep others from taking damage―but that knowledge did nothing to stop Mag from stepping forth and attempting to catch the beast’s attention. Only long enough to allow Aspel to get back on her feet. Long enough for the beast to turn on her and jump―to fall on top of her, and she could not move out of the way fast enough. Her legs were pinned under the beast’s weight, and she feared she would be unable to stand back up, felt the wetness of her own blood against her skin. Yet when she crawled out from under their enemy, as it reared back to pick a new target—again, Aspel, another taunt falling from her lips as easy as breathing―it appeared that luck was on her side. She was fairly certain her left leg was broken, but when she stood up using her spear as crutch, it held her weight. Power Break required no movement to be cast, and as the ability wrapped around the monster, Mag could feel the veil of Ari’s singing turning her leg into a problem to be considered later, when they were all safe. With every blow they traded damage for damage; where their health began to dwindle, Ari’s music kept them standing. Wielding the spear against the monster felt familiar, the weapon like an extension of her being as she continued the onslaught alongside Drake and Aspel, quenching the voice in her head that told her they were children brandishing sticks at a stone god. It seemed like every time they took a step forward, the monster pushed them five steps back. The longer time waged on, the less chances they would have. The previous day’s battles were still weighing too heavily on them. If he was going to Suplex the thing, he’d have to get in close, and he’d have to do it now - his strength was barely holding. Drake dashed forward, zipping by Mag and Aspel, grabbing hold of the monster, and lifting. It was a struggle, and the others continued their onslaught. He got the thing up in the air - barely - and let go, rolling out of the way as it slammed to the ground. It was dazed, giving Drake the opportunity to run to Aspel, to use Chakra on both herself and him. |