The Hammer of Sol is fury given form. Where it strikes it melts bone and turns armor to ash; when Blaze throws it (not very far) it explodes in roaring bursts of light, leaving bright sunspots on the ground that scorch any Fallen straying into them… and don’t touch her allies. She’s lighting up the path for the convoy, leaving orbs of residual Light bouncing in her trail. And then Azwel joins the fray. The Lightbearer, too, feels the effects of his work: the familiar sense of space warping and physics bent to assume a new form – the sense of rules being rewritten. But where Reynard hates, Blaze laughs and spins around to watch the sorcerer work, chasing after him as they dance a path of Light and magick and carnage through the opposing army, leaving stunned and wounded Fallen to face their comrades right behind. It’s fun, for a few moments. It’s almost like being back home.
But the Sunbreaker’s power is new to her, after all. She can’t sustain this kind of Light for long. In a short couple of minutes the fire flickers out, and the hammer reappears in her hand no more. Blaze doesn’t miss a beat. She just gets down to the bloodier kind of work. Her hands are swiftly soaked in the slick shine of ether. The Titan’s fists crush skulls and snap limbs alike, her armor soaking up rounds, ducking and weaving to block and strike and lunge and break, yanking her sidearm from its holster to stop a charging Captain in his tracks as the arc rounds beat down his shield. She isn't stopping, isn't analyzing. Every moment is a new challenge and she takes it as it comes.
She’s gotten separated from Azwel in the fray, the light-footed sorcerer moving faster than her- but she feels the crescendo of energy, the rumbling in the earth beneath her boots, the unnameable shift as paracausality takes over. She looks around to see him rip the biggest officer into so much particulate confetti and then collapse space over him as neat as any Voidwalker. She can’t help the elated cheer that bursts from her- and then the other captain knocks her off her feet. Shouldn’t have taken her eyes off him.
A roll, a burst of sidearm fire, a flurry of blows exchanged, and Blaze makes it back onto her feet, helm cracked, herself more dented and more preoccupied but no less eager for the fight. She breaks a lower arm and rams her shoulder into the captain to stagger him when Ghost calls out a warning.
“Reynard! Behind us! I think it’s him!”
There’s a moment’s shock to see Natalie and her Pokemon so close, though she’d glimpsed Natasha close behind her. But her eyes are on the blur by Azwel – she misses what happens, but she hears that scream. Sees all too well as he turns and… rounds on the convoy. Oh, Traveler. Cursing Reynard’s name, she empties her clip into the captain’s skull and starts back, only to see Harley intercept. The other woman looks to have things under control quite efficiently, and though Blaze can’t quite feel relief… she glances around, taking stock. They’re so close to punching through the line, Furiosa scattering vandals and tossing a four-armed body into the air when she drives straight through unwary troops. She’s not stopping for any damn thing, Kinner firing and the others keeping close around them. But there are dark spheres moving in the trees: a pair of servitors creeping into view behind the Fallen line to their left, all ready to provide artillery support. And now the shock of the initial heavy assault has worn off, the Fallen are regrouping. It’s not the decision she wants, but she knows what she has to do.
“Here!” she shouts to the others. “We need to hold the way for the others!” She waves urgently at the snowmobile. This way. We’ve got you.
Easier said than done. She called them pirates, to the others, but the Fallen are more than some ragtag bunch of criminals. They’re trained warriors, and now it’s starting to show. They move with co-ordination and purpose, grouping together into squads around their remaining captains, singling out targets and ganging up on them. When any of the Fallen themselves die there’s a swift puff of luminous white ether escaping above them. Of those still cogent, perhaps only Blaze and Loki can see that sometimes that vaporous phantom takes the form of the dying Fallen itself, caught in the moment of death.
It’s the human-sized ones, the little dregs, who are most vulnerable, screeching as they’re caught in gusts of flame or bone-cracking holds. They’re too slow, poorly armored and fragile next to the four-armed vandals who can whirl or lunge gracefully away from incoming blows. Their reach is shorter, too- but Natasha and Natalie had best beware. Even caught in her Pokemon’s grip, they have knives to slash and pistols to shoot – and they’re brave enough to leap at Incineroar’s back while it attacks their comrades. The etiquette of a Pokemon battle does not apply here. Worse, the vandals have rifles, and while Blaze is drawing much of the fire, some of them are setting their sights on the big, unarmored animals spewing flame at their kindred.
And the convoy… is about to have a new problem. As Furiosa drives hellbent for the other side, there’s a boom of engines directly above. And then a guttural roar as a captain big enough to darken the windscreen drops in front and grabs the front of the snowmobile, sliding as he forces it to a halt. His pack are dropping down around him, a vandal springing onto the side, clinging with one pair of hands while the others slash a sword at Kinner, trying to force the man off into the snow.
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But the Sunbreaker’s power is new to her, after all. She can’t sustain this kind of Light for long. In a short couple of minutes the fire flickers out, and the hammer reappears in her hand no more. Blaze doesn’t miss a beat. She just gets down to the bloodier kind of work. Her hands are swiftly soaked in the slick shine of ether. The Titan’s fists crush skulls and snap limbs alike, her armor soaking up rounds, ducking and weaving to block and strike and lunge and break, yanking her sidearm from its holster to stop a charging Captain in his tracks as the arc rounds beat down his shield. She isn't stopping, isn't analyzing. Every moment is a new challenge and she takes it as it comes.
She’s gotten separated from Azwel in the fray, the light-footed sorcerer moving faster than her- but she feels the crescendo of energy, the rumbling in the earth beneath her boots, the unnameable shift as paracausality takes over. She looks around to see him rip the biggest officer into so much particulate confetti and then collapse space over him as neat as any Voidwalker. She can’t help the elated cheer that bursts from her- and then the other captain knocks her off her feet. Shouldn’t have taken her eyes off him.
A roll, a burst of sidearm fire, a flurry of blows exchanged, and Blaze makes it back onto her feet, helm cracked, herself more dented and more preoccupied but no less eager for the fight. She breaks a lower arm and rams her shoulder into the captain to stagger him when Ghost calls out a warning.
“
Reynard! Behind us! I think it’s him!”There’s a moment’s shock to see Natalie and her Pokemon so close, though she’d glimpsed Natasha close behind her. But her eyes are on the blur by Azwel – she misses what happens, but she hears that scream. Sees all too well as he turns and… rounds on the convoy. Oh, Traveler. Cursing Reynard’s name, she empties her clip into the captain’s skull and starts back, only to see Harley intercept. The other woman looks to have things under control quite efficiently, and though Blaze can’t quite feel relief… she glances around, taking stock. They’re so close to punching through the line, Furiosa scattering vandals and tossing a four-armed body into the air when she drives straight through unwary troops. She’s not stopping for any damn thing, Kinner firing and the others keeping close around them. But there are dark spheres moving in the trees: a pair of servitors creeping into view behind the Fallen line to their left, all ready to provide artillery support. And now the shock of the initial heavy assault has worn off, the Fallen are regrouping. It’s not the decision she wants, but she knows what she has to do.
“Here!” she shouts to the others. “We need to hold the way for the others!” She waves urgently at the snowmobile. This way. We’ve got you.
Easier said than done. She called them pirates, to the others, but the Fallen are more than some ragtag bunch of criminals. They’re trained warriors, and now it’s starting to show. They move with co-ordination and purpose, grouping together into squads around their remaining captains, singling out targets and ganging up on them. When any of the Fallen themselves die there’s a swift puff of luminous white ether escaping above them. Of those still cogent, perhaps only Blaze and Loki can see that sometimes that vaporous phantom takes the form of the dying Fallen itself, caught in the moment of death.
It’s the human-sized ones, the little dregs, who are most vulnerable, screeching as they’re caught in gusts of flame or bone-cracking holds. They’re too slow, poorly armored and fragile next to the four-armed vandals who can whirl or lunge gracefully away from incoming blows. Their reach is shorter, too- but Natasha and Natalie had best beware. Even caught in her Pokemon’s grip, they have knives to slash and pistols to shoot – and they’re brave enough to leap at Incineroar’s back while it attacks their comrades. The etiquette of a Pokemon battle does not apply here. Worse, the vandals have rifles, and while Blaze is drawing much of the fire, some of them are setting their sights on the big, unarmored animals spewing flame at their kindred.
And the convoy… is about to have a new problem. As Furiosa drives hellbent for the other side, there’s a boom of engines directly above. And then a guttural roar as a captain big enough to darken the windscreen drops in front and grabs the front of the snowmobile, sliding as he forces it to a halt. His pack are dropping down around him, a vandal springing onto the side, clinging with one pair of hands while the others slash a sword at Kinner, trying to force the man off into the snow.
Some assistance… might be required.