Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, |
“Of course it shall!” Aspel called back, a vicious edge hooking into her tone. However, they’d desperately need a new approach if hours of combat had felt as though it barely got them anywhere before. Defense hadn’t been working, she had the biggest offensive hand in the party between her hammer and…. They couldn’t keep holding back. Something inside of her stumbled, and broke. “STAND BACK!” The order was dangerously barked, and the smith gave only a second to obey before she sprinted towards the beast, hefting up the hammer and swinging with all the force she could muster behind it before unleashing the force of Unholy Sacrifice - a dark bluish purple light rippled outwards from where the blow connected - and Aspel felt the dark wrapping up around her own body, greedy and hungry for what she was sacrificing to deliver the blow. Just healed wounds sliced open, and bones cracked. The smith groaned, something mixed between relief, pleasure, and pain. Giving in had never felt so right before. “Hell is only for you!” With a twist, another devastating slam of the hammer cracked into the beast, this time being accompanied with an eruption of orange yellow light encasing the monster before them, and another crack of her own bones echoed across the field with a pained gasp falling from Aspel’s lips. Yet, regardless this fight was far from over, and a thought flicked by. “Ari!” The voice seemed off from the many times she had heard the other woman sing before. Another swing, another chip of stone from the beast. “I need you-” a blow from the monster broke the sentence off, and she stumbled, skidding back but managing to hold her stance, “to keep me up!” Came the gasped ending of the sentence from a partly doubled over Aspel before she righted her stance, and readied her hammer once more. Now that Ari was singing again, it seemed as though she may never stop. The same melody played on loop, settling over them and healing their wounds―fast enough, in Aspel’s case, to allow them to reopen once more. Jumping again, Mag saw from the explosion of black light tearing the monster apart, landed in time to see it vanish and put her spear through the thing’s leg. It let out a pained roar, staggered for a moment. Their luck was turning, at last. Drake had barely managed to get out of the way before Aspel had unleashed her attack - an attack he’d recognized from his time with the Lions. From watching Divina. From watching Li. It was a Fell Knight attack, and one that he hadn’t known Aspel knew. And, from the ease in which she’d fallen into it, one that Aspel apparently knew well. Now wasn’t the time to think about it, not if he wanted to get this battle over with, if he wanted to grab Aspel and make sure she was really okay, if he wanted to get to Ari and comfort her. Right now, he needed to concentrate, to take down the enemy. There would be time to deal with everything else later. He edged in closer, careful to stay away from both Aspel and Mag, and released an Aura Bolt. He noticed a crack appear, a sign that they were getting somewhere. As the monster stumbled under the onslaught of the three fighters’ attacks, Drake jumped, twisting his body, to deliver a Roundhouse kick to the cracked exterior of Pandemonium’s shell. The fracture spread. “Mag!” he called out, “hit it here!” |