[Order vs Chaos] THE SIEGE - Printable Version

Bone was no longer paying attention to Draconua. Her gaze glanced down, empty now, as the curl of void winds crushed away the flame--but the leviathan of the sky was plummeting. And Mother's voice was ringing in her mind, showing her new targets. Was it a great insult, to be ignored-? Bone did not care, nor think of this.

She simply banked away, relying on her shimmering Dragonhide to deflect the worst of the blow, should it strike.

White wings swept past, pumping for the beach, leaving the unholy surge of energy crackling scarring lines up her scales. The most glancing of blows, and given the flash of magic over her body, it was clear Bone hardly felt it. Her full attention--about the time Draconua was ranting about fire--was on the beach, and she left the hussar-winged monstrosity behind.

Let her fall; Bone had more important things to focus on.

Her wings beat powerfully at the air, and she dropped down lower, pale eyes fixed in intense focus on the beach and the distant figures ahead. Her speed carried her close and low, her wings folding and jaws opening as she came in close.

There were no words, no speeches and no mockery.

Just open jaws and a roar of flame guttering out and down to engulf the one attacking Orthus, her kindred--the one with the weapon, the one swathed in foul corruption.

BE CLEANSED, she thought, savagely, as heat flared out blinding bright. Her mind did not imagine cleansed. Her mind imagined burned, charred to a crisp, and dead.

Nidhogg would doubtless die if he remained stucked down here. To that end, he used this chance Zoisite had bought him to try and escape--not to flee the battle completely, but to get out of this death-pit.

"Fuck--YOU!" he managed as he scrambled free, leaving streaks and clots of bloodied sand behind him.

It wasn't entirely clear where he'd gotten this word, or even to whom, exactly, he was hissing it at--but he broke free down the beach, scrambling a safe distance away before turning to reorient himself. The chaos--the passage of a firebreathing dragon overhead and the clash of weapons and roars of battle--were both intimidating and invigorating, and left the little chaos monster with a rapidly-shifting, unsteady focus.

One moment she was soaring downward, jaws open, all the fury of Mother's rage and family love driving her lower and fuelling her roaring flame.

The next, a spear of black agony was driving through her jaws, her throat--almost belatedly she registered the pain, even as her body abruptly failed her. Wings faltered and went limp, the flame that had been welling in her chest smoldering and lashing back, igniting her own throat and gut. A roar of agony, choked-off, was followed a split-second later by a blinding, impossibly heavy crash into the sand, face-first, the foul weapon's axe-blade thrusting a murderous wound through head and neck.

Gone was any idea of fury, of Draconua, even of the Hive--only this last moment of agony, of retching and the spill of hot blood, the savage twitch of muscles as her body struggled and failed to rise. Then a rising darkness, as first unconsciousness and then a sheet of diamond rose to take her.

ORDER VS CHAOS

THE SIEGE

Mother could not react quickly enough to tamp out the sudden sensations of agony and death that seared through the Hivemind from Bone's impalement. The blinking out, so abrupt and final, of a life that had--only seconds before--been raging for her family was like the snuffing of a flame: light and furious heat into empty nothingness. Mother could not protect them from that sensation--but she wielded it as a weapon, a rallying cry for her childrens' fury.

"AVENGE HER!" came the cry, a spike of agonized righteous fury driving through every Order soldier present. Her flame would be lit in them, drive them on, ignite their rage if it were not already sparked.

Warden and The Sentinel were still her prime targets. And Vargas, now, as well: she showed him clearly along their link. "Destroy the head, and the body will fall!" This order rang along their link--whichever target was closer, they should focus on.

The three Praetors who had reached Orthus to defend him now lunged for The Warden and The Sentinel, respectively: two for the former, and one for the latter. (The Warden need roll defense only once for both attacks.)

Anyone may join this thread at any time, for any reason. (If you join to pick flowers on the side, note you may be injured in the crossfire.)

Chaos/Order successful rolls will be added to the overall Order vs Chaos event tally. Other characters of any alignment are welcome to try and stop them. THIS IS A FREE-FOR-ALL BATTLE THREAD: a character who is attacked may post additionally to roll for defense against each attack, as well as posting once for their own single action. See the Order vs Chaos Master Thread for scoring and more information!

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