ORIGIN

He'd just left Nemesis behind, promising to bring justice to the both of them for what Raheerah had done. Smoke trailed from his nostrils as he flew from the tunnel and finally out into the burning air of Polaris. He could see the damage and devastation all around. Rather than throwing himself straight into the fray he paused, hovering in the air as he assessed the situation. Gembounds he knew and those that he didn't was gathering all around and were in combat with the giant dragon. Seemed as if he was a bit late to the party. Ah well! Time to make a show of his appearance.

The white dragon let out a roar then began to fly towards the ceiling then after he could go no more he tucked his wings ever so carefully while angling downwards to dive. He wanted to build up speed and magick so that he could launch an attack at Rah. A full-bodied tackle with his full weight and the mighty force of his magic. He wanted to aim the blow at the dragon's throat or his belly but anywhere would work, so long as he did enough damage.

As he dove downwards the thoughts of his family and companions flashed through his mind. This was it, the decisive battle that would either kill him or remove this evil from the cave. He hoped it was the latter but he didn't fear the former... He only was afraid that Booker would be left all alone. He closed his eyes and focused inwards on that link. A thing he had been avoiding and didn't want to do for a while... But, he needed to break the silence now. 'Brother... I am sorry for getting angry with you and sorry that I left but I needed to be alone. If I could I would go see you now but I must fight Raheerah and hopefully destroy him for you. Wish me luck, Booker... I love you.' Then, he could feel the heat of the dragon and he would hit, for better or worse.

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Chaos exploded around him his, he wasn't even sure who was one whose team as they charged into battle. Bumped and knocked from the most enthusiastic as they followed after Deer Dad, he scowled and tried to stick more to the side. If that was even possible. Fisher had decided to summon a storm, alerting Raheerah almost instantly to what was going on and this giant moth creature as well. Whatever it was, it was big and he wondered whether or not it would help or not. But like his experience with most moths, it was probably useless.

Frozen and unsure what to do, he waited. Everyone was fighting, he could see as they tired and were forced to remove themselves from the battle. Without even starting to fight, the use of magic was actually causing him to choke up. The spire only fueling the electrical rage that enveloped them all. An earthquake, and he was tossed aside into the wall he had just moved away from. Falling limp, he considered just turning tail and fleeing. This wasn't his battle, he had tried and failed to conquer the dragon once. What was the chance that he would be able to take him out now? Despite the assistance from the others, he felt weak. Useless.

Micro cloud had done nothing, he wondered if bacteria was even an appropriate weapon against something like that. It didn't seem like anything was an appropriate weapon. It was like one million tonnes of thick scale and hide. Nevertheless, distracted by all the others, Raheerah would hardly notice the small fox Louie as he made to keep on the edges. Not entirely sure if this would work, or if it was even worth trying as the possible outcome for him was more dangerous than anything, he attempted to cause the dragon to wildly Hallucinate, losing its bearing on what was going on and being vulnerable to physical attacks as it was mentally incapacitated...

Hovering in place, Tenzin tried to think of a way he could attack the dragon without harming those around it. It seemed inevitable, though. As the dragon turned to face him with a venomous welcome, its tail slammed several of the fighting Gembounds into the wall - Astraea included. A pain tore through his chest, but just as he watched the stag recover, the dragon was quick to breathe its flame toward him. Tenzin folded his wings in front of him quickly, bracing himself against the burning impact of the fiend's fire. A loud hissing accompanied a great cloud of steam as his ice fought the heat. As he regained freedom, his wings beat again but were strikingly bare; not of feathers, but void of ice.

An earthquake rippled through Polaris and the phoenix ascended backward to avoid a small bit of falling rocks. He glanced toward Delphine's direction just in time to catch a glimpse of her being buried. Much had happened as a result and he hoped that, if they survived this, she wouldn't hold it against herself. At the same time, one of the smaller Gembounds cried out and a canine went to its aid. The shadows it cast had flickered and faded, so in an attempt to give them the cover they needed, Tenzin threw a glacial wall from his wings that divided them from the rest of the group. And namely, the dragon. His attention returned to the chaos beast as a second dragon entered the field. It was smaller and stranger looking, but a dragon nonetheless. Things were beginning to happen all too rapidly.

The beast had never been conscientious, not like Tenzin. It knew what it did was wrong. It knew what it wanted to do, what it had done, everything it had ever existed for was wrong. It was a monster. There wasn't much the phoenix could do with the second dragon and others in his immediate path without harming the Gembounds, so he tried a different tactic. Could he cool the inner fire that swelled within the beast? Could he weaken its further attacks? He did all he could to concentrate on removing the heat from the dragon. It was a difficult feat, and as he continued to concentrate, Tenzin slowly lowered himself to stand upon the ground.

Unsure if it could have actually worked, he watched carefully through the others before taking a quick glance toward Delphine's buried body. Could she escape on her own?

983/1000 HP

Through the duration of the earthquake, Raheerah had caught sight of one of the Gembounds collapsing and another going to its aid, and he was about to fumble his way across the shaking earth to snap them up before a mysterious, glacial wall manifested in front of them - and his eyes snapped accusingly to the phoenix before narrowing with a heavy snarl. His focus lingered on Tenzin, preparing to launch himself at the phoenix when something else had hit him instead - a white blur shot towards him, and with an explosion of magical energy, collided with his shoulder. The force of the collision combined with the magical energy of the dragon managed to cause Raheerah to stumble to the side, and as he swung his head to snap at Baratheon, he only found his vision blurring for a moment. Everything began to meld into itself. The white dragon appeared larger than he actually was, and the phoenix - he could see fronds of the phoenix's blue cold swelling just outside of his vision, and the sounds in the cave amplified to monstrous screams and words he couldn't distinguish.

It only served to enrage the dragon further. He erupted in a roar and attempted to summon the heat in his chest, but to no avail as the phoenix had quelled it, for now. Raheerah's voice mounted and the roar rose to thunderous volumes, desperately infuriated. He unfurled his wings and began to beat them against the air, and once again the wind picked up, tossing all those around him several feet away before he launched himself at the image of Tenzin - only it wasn't Tenzin. It was Baratheon.

Baratheon does 18 damage to Raheerah.
Louie does 14 damage to Raheerah.
Tenzin does 15 damage to Raheerah.
Raheerah does 15 damage to Moth NPC, Tenzin, Deer Dad, Black, Cancer, Baratheon, and Ghanyarah.
Raheerah does 19 damage to Baratheon.

Raheerah has 776/1000 hit points.
Moth NPC has 77/200 hit points.
Tenzin has 968/1000 hit points.
Deer Dad has 392/500 hit points.

Black has 17/100 hit points.
Leon has 70/100 hit points.
Cancer has 55/100 hit points.
Fisher has 2/100 hit points. (K.O.'d)
Dragon has 8/100 hit points. (K.O.'d)
Ghanyarah has 27/100 hit points.
Czernobog has 80/100 hit points.
Arkrael has 80/100 hit points.
Louie has 80/100 hit points.
Delphine has 60/100 hit points.
Baratheon has 66/100 hit points.

She never intended this, not this. The room quaked beneath her with a terrifying force, threatening everyone's balance before the ceiling above rippled and cracked. Without warning, rocks and boulders came loose, raining down on the mare with hard-edged momentum. She had barely the time to react before her vision was blinded with flashes of white and not soon after, a darkness that blanketed her entirely. The impact along her body was immeasurable when caught within the throes of immobility and isolation. She could barely register what was happening outside when she came to in what felt like hours but was only minutes of wading in a semi-conscious state of mind.

With a low groan, Delphine shifted and winced as her body forcibly rejected even the slightest movement but she knew she could not stay here. Everything she did came with it a repercussion of sorts. The slow lifting of her head, a sharp jolt that shot straight through her spine and legs. An attempt to right herself, a defiant pain that soared from her one hindleg and a weary moan to accompany the dull ache of her whole body. Even so, she struggled, fighting past the pain that splattered dots of red across her vision of dust and darkness. She dared not thrash for fear of making her situation worse but the slow, inadvertent process to come was just as taxing as she gently nudged the rocks near her, testing to see which would budge and which would only serve to bury her ever deeper. As she struggled and squirmed, the battle ensued. For each rumble and roar, she managed to push and wriggle her way through a sured path before she managed to break through, head first from the debris.

There she took a heady breath of air where once it felt constrained but she knew that this was only the start of her troubles. In her rush to escape her earthen cage, she had not taken the time to properly inspect her wounds. It was only when she made an attempt to stand did she realize she'd nearly mangled her hindleg and perhaps broken a rib or two, if her struggle to breath was any indication at all to the matter. Her vision swam and her balance was off but otherwise, the mare was thankful in that things could have been much worse. She could very well have died.

Her gaze focused on that of the battle and wordlessly, she waited for her balance and vision to restore before deigning to try her hand in helping the others. Or more accurately speaking, potentially risking their lives again.