00 - Prologue - New Game Start

[Aphelionquasar]

A heavy thud against the railing concluded the sordid business of commandeering the enemy’s vessel, yet, as he turned his attention to the rather... primitive controls laid out before him at the helm, he felt something scrabbling to gain purchase in the back of his mind. It was most certainly not Galaxia, no, he had grown accustom to hearing her humming nor did she ever need to fight him. Nor did he ever feel the need to instinctually repress her, no, it was some other force... and it was not the first time he had found himself in this situation.... It found no purchase, it was not strong enough. The force, did not go unnoticed either by her either. It was the nature of their bond and the quiet humming that permeated his mind roared to life as her presence blazed, burning away the intrusion or rather burying it under her presence. Glowing almost painfully bright as her song increased in volume, Galaxia crackled with excess static electricity, her annoyance made manifest, ‘Asinine creature, you possess neither the will nor the strength to stand before us! Return to ground as all worms are apt to do lest I incinerate you.’ He was not helpless before this unseen force, no, even without her presence, he had fought against the snares of compulsion. It was not... unwelcomed, the aid that is for it was infinitely easier to focus while her anger laced song danced in his mind. Well compared to the pulling of his thoughts and mind towards some... dark unknown force, there was a certain sense of clarity he possessed. Galaxia, was not merely just a blade to be wielded, not that he thought of her in this manner, but it was ever more apparent in the moment how fortunate he was that she had acknowledged his strength. ‘As if I would tolerate this... feeble sickness. The meager attempt is an offense to both of us.’ It was due to blessed clarity that he had seen the second airship heading straight for the bridge. Rather than reach for the controls, he flapped once up into the air to escape the shuddering impact, his mind even clearer as the strange purple aura disappeared from the ship. As with it, so did the lingering, failing grip of the unknown force that had gripped him moments after he had stepped on board finally remove itself. The din in his mind clearing as neither he nor Galaxia felt the strange pull, the timing of which had been opportune though suspicious. Remaining bright, her presence receded back to the low near constant hum in the background, though her points still sparked... her verbal response nothing more than a huff. Touching down lightly, he still felt the shudder run through the ship though had escaped the worst of it, the jolt that he no doubt would have felt, if he had remained on the ground. Yet, this time, he was not assailed by... ‘A leech.’ She still seethed at the intrusion and though he grew ever more suspicious of the craft he now was at the helm at, the... entity, the intrusion had costed him a few precious seconds.... Not that even had he been focusing on the helm, would he have likely been unable to avoid the collision, and considering the strange circumstances of events... it may have been serendipitous. Yet, it was callous the manner in which he was about to combat this new element... he did not expect the other ship to dock as he glanced at once more at the primitive controls. The other ship had decided the course of action that he needed to take, he would take the opportunity this crash had presented then. His hand was already on the as the first defenders began to board the ships in what he presumed was a bid to take back the craft. It was a most unfortunate timing for them. Though he could not quite afford to be distracted in his doings... he knew not how many soldiers were aboard each ship, but he was assuredly outnumbered. It was not intimidating, he would welcome the challenge if cirucmstances were different, however, wishing did not make it so and he was also not one to ignore an opportunity when he saw one. With a flip of a lever, he cut most of the power to the port side, the side where the second airship had unceremoniously decided to “gently” ram into, and the propellers began to spin slower and slower. Conversely, he increased the flow of power to the starboard side despite the fact that the ship had been boarded... no, that was partly why. He did not know how much power, how much lift was generated by the left side alone... let alone if it would be enough to sustain flight, yet it was ultimately irrelevant. After all, if the ship was the source of the strange aura, then disabling it would only be beneficial. There was movement at the edge of his peripheral vision, flight, and before he had turned to face the new threat completely... it had identified itself as an ally. It was the blue caped beorc from before... extruding some strange bright aura of his own.... That should have been worrisome, but, with these two... Koopa soldiers on deck and with the almost playful nature of the man’s words he was more concerned at the moment with execution of this maneuver. Taking the wheel, he held onto it and spun it rapidly towards the port side, towards the second airship, pressuring it. Without looking up, or behind him where the beorc’s voice had come from, he dryly responded, “Reckless? No, play time has just begun.” It was a bit terse, he did not consider this to be highly amusing, but he gestured to the deck anyway... the effects had begun to present themselves as the airship responded to the controls. Prattle in the middle of combat... was baffling to him still. Without the stabilizing force generated by the port side, the airship had begun to immediately fly at an incline with the starboard side higher than the port side simply because it was generating a greater deal of lift. Turning the ship towards the port side only increased the angle it was flying at as there was no balancing force being provided by the starboard side and as the ship had been nestled against the second airship thanks to the aforementioned ramming, there wasn’t enough force to push away the other airship, no, instead the point of impact became a focal point. Against which the ship was now wholly leaning against. Flaring out the dimensional cape, he was able to hover near the wheel without being affected by the now sheer incline that the airship was flying at... maintaining it for now. Though he required both hands for such an endeavor, and had as a result sheathed Galaxia into the outer rim of the wooden wheel house. He would not be surprised if part of the deck broke against such pressure, the survival of this airship did not concern him, these enemies of theirs had shown that they could and would survive a fall from this height... but, this playtime was meant to prevent several events. At such an angle, it was unlikely that a salvo of cannon fire could be aimed at the civilian group... nor would the wheel be accessible let alone the top deck. The decks below would be in disarray, bodies and unsecured equipment... even secure equipment might be thrown about thanks to the extreme angle induced. It would likewise be difficult to be boarded while at such an extreme angle and returning the favor and half ramming the other airship would keep it tied up enough. It was unorthodox, and it was a bit... dirty, but he took no pleasure in this endeavor as callous as it was. There was no honor in it, this he could admit. However, there was likewise no honor in firing cannons around a group of civilians... nor did he believe that such a notion was familiar with these foes.... It was merely an ends to achieve several goals which he believed were vital at the moment and hopefully it would prove effective. Still glowing brightly as she was still wary of the vessel they had boarded, though she was for the moment stuck in the wheel of the airship, Galaxia chimed in when his hand brushed past her hilt‘... I do believe our ally has a new definition of.... reckless.’ There was a hissing hum in the background as Hade’s voice boomed from nowhere, as the both of them felt another presence... less foreign than the one from before. Not that such information was a solace to either of them, catching only a mental blip of her distress as once more there was a brush against the hilt ‘He’s claimed a champion....' He was aware, he was however a bit busy, 'The cur has claimed a soul already and has the gall to claim benevolence.’ There was a distinct electrical crackle around the hilt, as the spirit of the sword silently simmered, unable to fully voice her dismay as her champion was busy with keeping the airship somewhat aloft.

1499 Meta Knight Points: 6 Dimensional Cape (1) Star's Voyage TL;DR Galaxia is pissed because the corruption attempted to take over Meta Knight, is still perturbed by that when Hades shows up and is having problems, because Hades has essentially claimed his own champion. Meta Knight more or less remakes what should have happened in the original KSS thanks to a translation error (Wrong side got power, the Halberd probably should have been flying at a 180 degree angle). AKA, The airship is now flying at a very step angle towards the second airship and is colliding with it. The airship might be loosing lift as a result, hope you can fly. <3

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Captain Pigtails]

Oh wow. It wasn't often for Serra to see a gentleman not only think of her well being, but to offer his own neck.. literally for her safety. Her newest vassal was well scouted indeed, and she quickly pulled out her staff. She wanted to offer some words of encouragement for the follow.. but only really found her usual lines.

"D-do be careful. You won't be able to protect anyone if you're too reckless." She smiled. She used her curative magic and healed him of any minor injuries he might have taken, not really needing to scan about for anyone else to heal.

Eliza's words were the next one she had to deal with though, and she quickly shouted over to her. "Are you a tactician, now? How do you suppose WE DO THAT?" Although she certainly didn't mean to sound annoyed, she honestly was quite fond of this other vassal, it was just her natural haughty attitude was hard to remove from her regal tones. She really had no idea how people were supposed to fight ships. It was frustrating just simply being told to do such a thing.

[Zeke Sturm]

A soft reprise...

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A cleric? A delicate cleric... oh boy. A combat asset, but one that would require protection. Weighing the costs in his head, Zeke eventually turned it, smiling back at Serra.

"Well, it probably wouldn't hurt to have you around... but protect yourself first. It wouldn't do to see the healer need to use their skills on themselves."

His smile didn't fade until he turned back to his opponents, at which point it became something of a low-key scowl. Footsoldiers. Corrupted by something, and crudely weak in both strength and tactics, from what he could see of their movements. The haggard scientist was right - Their focus couldn't remain here long. Tuning out his surroundings for the necessary moment, he exhaled slowly, the world slowing to a crawl around him as he watched the creature lunge at him. Two quick steps, and the removal of his bangs from his eyes, and he was behind it, slamming the pommel of his sword into the back of its neck to encourage its momentum to angle somewhat more downwards, and as he released his hold on his empowered perception, that's exactly what happened. Letting the turtle crash into the ground, he delivered a swift slice with the tip of his sword to the back of its neck, a clean cut through the spine ensuring it wouldn't be pulling itself upright before he turned his attention to the airships. He could hear Hades offering someone a contract in the background, and he had to admit he was becoming more and more amused by the god's cavalier attitude, but he couldn't afford to focus anywhere but on those ships overhead. Kicking off the turtle's shell and impelling himself a good twenty feet into the air, he cut a tear in space ahead of himself at the last second and tumbled to his feet on the deck of the airship not a moment later. As he arrived he noticed, among other things, that the aura around the ship had disappeared.

'Interesting. So the source's power has decayed. Or is aboard the ship itself... fun.'

Holding his sword at his side, he watched the two koopas tumble onto the deck... before the deck heaved beneath him and very nearly dropped him off of it. Time slowed again, and as he saw the propellers slow on one side, and pitch up on the other, he knew something was afoot at the wheel, but had no time to investigate with such an opportunity presenting itself. Digging his sword into the deck to stop himself from falling, he wrapped his hand tightly around the hilt and swung himself, tails grappling one of the turtles by the neck while the other received a well worn combat boot to the face, pitching it over the side as he flipped up onto the flat of his blade, and threw the first soldier after his friend, noting the lack of a cloudy aura around them as he looked around.

Spotting Dimitri and Meta Knight in the wheelhouse, he gives them a cheery, two-fingered salute before a black flame spawns in his left hand, a large combat knife appearing in his grasp as he hops to the deck and yanks his sword free, sliding down to the railing and using it to give himself two relatively even surfaces to walk along as he waits for the disarray below decks to sort itself out.

"Do you need something to hold that wheel in place, Tuxedo Mask?"

As he speaks, he considers the weapons in his hand, before he sheathes the curved sword and uses the knife to drag himself up to the wheelhouse, getting himself inside with some difficulty before he dematerializes the knife in much the same way it appeared. Pulling his sword from its scabbard once again, he gestures idly to the wheel with it, the blade singing softly in the air. The sword embedded in the wall would likely serve the same purpose, but he had more weapons. He was unsure if this Star Warrior was in the same position.

"I imagine you could wedge this between the wheel and the floor well enough to keep the ship steady. I'd rather have you fighting than holding a ship in place if I could help it."

Waiting for Meta Knight's answer, he takes the time to reappraise Dimitri, the odd figure exuding a much greater aura than he had been on the ground. With no weapons evident he could only wonder what sort of power he would bring to the table, but he could tell there was more to him than a strong fist. Though in fairness, he probably wasn't lacking in that area either. Setting aside his curiosity as his senses draw his attention downwards, towards the source of the aura that had been wreathing the ship, the snake's eyes flash as he watches the aura belowdecks shift, and congeal, a concentrated sliver of energy that could have been some sort of blade. It was hard to tell without visual spectrum confirmation, but he had his confirmation that whatever was up to this was below. Flipping his sword around to offer the hilt to the star warrior, he returned his piercing stare to that masked form. He was sure at this point that he didn't have to impress upon the warrior the importance of swift action.

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[Maelys Arkana]

Airships

@tag

As the corrupted infantry charged after their marks, each one would meet their defeat, one at the hands of a golem's foot, one headbutted plus some slugs for good measure, the third one eating dirt and a slash to its neck. One of the humans would lob a ball of electrical energy as the hammer bro reinforcements moved forward. Spotting the object, they would move apart, one of them tossing a hammer to intercept the orb, to no avail as it crackled through the hammer, homing in on one of them, zapping and sending him to his knees. The other bro would whip out two more hammers and send them at Maxi, pulling out a third and charging in, leaping at him to strike with the hammer.

The solo koopa that had come with the reinforcements turned his attention to the pink haired girl that seemed to be doing something to the other humanoid. Whatever it was, it wasn't good news for him, and so he charged forth, running toward Serra and preparing to attack. Suddenly, people were leaving the ground battle and taking to the air, attacking their airship. These combatants were too fast for the twin hammer wielders to handle, giving a glance back toward their ship. Oddly enough it was starting to list to the side, tilting away from the battle.

They wouldn't really have any help with the giant enemy that had just popped up... Pulling out more hammers, the corrupt hammer bros moved in, tossing more hammers at Eliza's golem before them in a vain attempt to harm it.

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Up in the air, maybe twenty or so feet above the ground, things would get interesting up on the deck of the first airship. As the two koopas would race for the bridge, the ship would begin to tilt, causing them to lose their footing, landing on the railing and catching themselves, barely holding on and regaining their balance. The masked man at the helm must have done this somehow, figured out the controls. But before they could continue their assault, they would watch as two individuals would grace the airship with their presence, one just behind the masked man, the other one headed straight for them as the deck continued to shift. They had no room to react as one of them was grabbed by the intruder's tail, the other one being unceremoniously booted over the edge, falling down to the ground, the first one following soon after.

As the airship began to tilt, the pilot of the second airship caught notice of this, quickly acting to move his ship away, but as the first one began to turn, the two ships would become entwined, impossible to escape the entanglement without some kind of major force. It would seem that the first airship was lost to them, he would have to do what he could to get his ship moving once more. Pulling one of the levers at his disposal, the great maw at the fore of his ship would begin to leak flames as it charged up, red-hot flames dancing from the Bowser-shaped face's mouth. With the tilted airship turning in on him, it would begin to force his ship down nose-first, pointing the maw toward the battle raging on the ground.

This was not his target, however, that would be the frontmost section of the tilted airship, but collateral against the opponents was just fine... Out of nowhere, a voice would ring out, both everywhere and nowhere, prompting the pilot to glance around frantically, trying to locate the source of the voice. The voice would be the least of his concerns, however, as a multitude of strange eyeball and mouth monsters would descend through the storm clouds above, homing in on the airships.

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As the airship began to tilt, Oblivion would dig his claws and talons into the deck, preventing him from falling around. You have GOT to be shitting me. This won't do at ALL! Letting out a guttural roar loud enough for those on the deck as well as those on the ground to hear, a mass of searing flames would manifest in his mouth as he opened wide, turning to the wall of the ship and letting loose the mass. It would collide with the wall, detonating and blowing out part of the wall, leaving a large hole in the airship. Leaping over to reach the hole, he would shove off the deck with a hefty heave, throwing himself into the open air, folding his wings briefly to get through the air before opening them wide on the outside, loosing a massive flap to propel him further into the air.

Tucking his wings in, he would spin around and turn back toward the deck of the airship, but before returning to the ship he would open his wings once more, rolling over to release a wave of flames from his mouth, torching a few of the passing eyeball monsters as he went. He would then angle back toward the deck, flapping once more as he approached to decrease his fall speed, landing on the starboard side railing, digging in with his talons as he glanced around at the battlefield and the ship.

Eerie, unblinking glowing yellow eyes would size up each of the entities fighting the koopa forces. Definitely not from around here, that was for sure. But what was the reason for this sudden influx of dimensional interlopers? There had to be something going on here, else his master would not have taken notice enough to send someone to investigate. Interestingly enough, a small group of them were fleeing the scene. Normally he would find it funny to see people fleeing from incompetent turtle soldiers, but a few of them appeared to be children, and two of them...

Oblivion turned his gaze back to the field at hand. Six interlopers, the glowing macho man, the masked midget, and some kind of twilight wannabe with a weird tail up on the bridge of the tilted airship, while a man, two ladies, and some sort of large bulky creature stood their ground on the hill. "..... Don't like the welcome party, eh? And who the hell ordered the calamari?" The strange flying monsters from before seemed to be lazily closing in on the airship, while a number of squid-looking things had stubby cannons trained on the ship and presumably him. Not exactly the best of times.

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Eliza and Maxi's corrupt koopas knocked out, one normal Hammer Bro injured by Maxi's Orb of Erosion, underworld minions appear, Zeke's corrupt koopa is knocked out.

Uninjured normal Hammer Bro attacks Maxi, one normal koopa attacks Serra, both corrupt Hammer Bros target Eliza and attack her golem, the two koopas on the deck are tossed to the battlefield below, the second airship charges up the forward maw cannon, Oblivion appears and perches on the tilting airship.

One normal Hammer Bro is attacking Maxi
One nmormal Hammer Bro is momentarily stunned by Orb of Erosion
Two corrupted Hammer Bros are attacking Eliza's golem
Two normal koopa infantry have fallen to the battlefield
Eliza, Maxi, and Serra are in combat on the ground

The second airship is preparing an attack
Oblivion is waiting on the deck of the tilted airship
Meta Knight, Demitri, and Zeke are at the helm of the tilted airship

Eleanor, Sunny, Sword, Luzia, and Mika have fled the battle!

[Koi Koi]

A war between monsters was a finicky subject for Eliza in the first place. She had her beginnings in combat against monsters as a member of the Hunter's Guild. Monsters to here were just targets. Their intentions and environment were of little problem to her. Most of them were intruders from other worlds, an invasive species that were to be exterminated like weeds. It's how she made her living, it's what she was taught many years ago. As a high tier Hunter and later an assassin, she would learn of the existence of demons. Entities, almost humanoid, that infiltrated the ranks of mankind to instill chaos and destroy civilization from the inside out. Entire organizations were united to purify these demons, and would oft hire the assassins and hunters to join their crusade. While Eliza was never religious, she understood that these demons were the apex of evil itself, and that she was to always kill with extreme prejudice.

And yet here she was, employed by a demon lord. Given command over an endless swarm of monsters. To assist monsters. By fighting monsters. 

What was happening?

She had the moment to ponder this as the golem quickly exterminated the opposition and deflected all oncoming blows. What was happening to the world around her? To herself, even? Did she even have a choice in any of this? At any point, she could have fled, investigated a method to return home, and be done with it. Why was she staying here? Letting herself be puppeteered by a god who had brought bane and death to her homeworld. And for what? To help a refugee group of freaks? If she assisted Hades now, wouldn't that make her near indistinguishable from demons themselves?

And then the sound of combat from the airships awoke her. No, that was why she was here. This was a world she had to preserve so she may study it in intricate detail. She was working with Hades so that she may better understand the physiology of a god. Whatever fate may exist had presented her with an opportunity to unravel her knowledge and rewrite the entire theory of magic from its fundamental threads. What's the price of war, when compared to the infinite mass of life? In the end this conflict is as inconsequential as a drop of blood on an expanse of grass. She needn't think about morality.

Morality and ethics came second to progress.

Eliza stood her ground, looking up to the monster infested cosmos. "Let me make two things clear, Hades. We hold similar goals, but I have no intention of making camaraderie with demons and monsters. And second..." She inhaled deeply before exclaiming to the rest of the nearby entourage.

"My name is Eliza Guignol, and I will be addressed by my proper name! Now then-!"

She scanned the battlefield, immediately noticing the koopa charging towards Serra and a crowd of skuttlers emerging from the ground. She pointed to a group of the skuttlers and barked out, "You four abominations, protect the cleric! Counter all oncoming threats, I don't care if you have to throw yourselves in front of cannon fire. Your lives are forfeit to her!" The "abominations", as called, flinched in response to their orders, but would begin firing their cannons at the oncoming koopa in an attempt to stop its rush.

With that, her first priority of establishing a defense was settled. Secondly the airships. The new swarm of flying monsters should help give a combative edge, but there was something happening up there. The two airships weren't cooperating now, both seemed to actively want to fight each other. Not to mention how half of the group was now on the deck of one of them.. She needed to be able to see and assist. Eliza pointed to a monoeye and the five miks surrounding it.

"I need your eye. Take your entourage and fly up to our allies on the deck of the second airship. Their enemies are our enemies. And with that taken care of..."

She turned to Serra, who had decidedly questioned Eliza's orders in the first place. "Can your spells attack the deck of the airship? Ifn ot, I'll have you ferried over by some of these monsters here if it's safe enough. For now, use your spells to assist or heal these... starfish creatures." She paused before adding, "I am uncomfortable with this situation, but we have no time to consider better alternatives."

And with that taken care of, it was time for the final phase of her plan. To turn her ultimate defense into an offensive force.

"Child of life's flesh, you may ascend once more, to become the apex of life itself!"

She ran forward to the golem and pressed both hands onto its crystal core, summoning an aetherical seal directly in the center of the golem. The core reacted violently, resisting the deconstructive force of the seal while trying to maintain a physical form. A vortex began to form within the chaos as the golem's stone structure began to crumble and fall into the seal and fly out as... feathers. Crystalline feathers that changed color in the starlit sky. The feathers themselves also seemed to be drawn back into the crystal core. Instead of shattering however, the feathers seemed to coagulate to form wings... and then a body... and then...

A crystalline angel stood in front of Eliza.

Your orders, child?

Eliza pointed to the hammer wielding koopas. "We are engaged in a war between monsters. First, dispose of the ground forces."
 
It is as you say.

The Angel spawned two lances within its hands, spinning them in front of itself to deflect any oncoming hammers before flying forward. It raised both lances like a horseback knight, aiming to send a spear into each of the monsters. Eliza herself ran forward as well, using the angel as a wall of defense against the remnants of the original force. With the skuttlers as a ground defense and the airbound miks as a force against the airships, Eliza could now go on the full offense. Once these ground troops were gone, she could even consider moving up to the airships and finishing off whoever was in charge of these airships. 

Now with a full army of monsters at Eliza's side, this battle has become an even match.

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Eliza is now an Underworld Commander! She has set her Personal Guard to:

-4 Skuttlers on the ground, set to protect Serra by attacking the encroaching koopa
-1 Monoeye flying up to the airship to assist Meta Knight and the others. The Monoeye is currently Eliza's Flag Bearer

Five Miks are also following the Monoeye, but are not part of Eliza's personal guard. These will threaten Oblivion upon sight.


Eliza's Golem has ascended to become an ANGEL, losing physical defense in exchange for more offensive power and magic defense. The Angel is currently rushing to attack the corrupted hammer koopas.

This is the Angel's SECOND post of duration. It will disappear next post.

[Maxi Wesker]

[ Demitri's Scenario ]

Before Demitri could lift a finger, a strange swordsman with a tail had appeared from a rip in space immediately took action, annihilating both of the turtled creatures called Koopa. Slightly irritated but thankful that he didn't have to waste his energy, Demitri immediately turned his attention to the flying Underworld Army that appeared thanks to that chatty god Hades. From his irritating voice, Demitri took notice that Hades had chosen the human scientist as some sort of champion, giving her the command of his army. Things were starting to look up, though his curiosity came back...the darkness that surrounded the ship, his attention turned downward. There was someone or something here...but what? Once again his thoughts were distracted by the ships tilting, leaving him no choice but to slam both his hands through the wood of the ship as he held on. This was too much, but Demitri was sure that he, Meta-Knight, and Zeke would pull through from this chaos.

During this time, a loud roar was heard a lot closer than Demitri could anticipate. The vampire was in slight shock, as waves of flames were blown towards the flying demons....weaklings.

[ BGM: Evil Spirit March ]

Demitri's attention then focused another....dark presence, much darker than Morrigan's or Jedah's for that matter. A winged dragon-like humanoid with just about the same build as Demitri, standing on the rails of the tilted ship. Was he another interloper sent by that...Toad? or perhaps he was native here....no, something was off, this dark one didn't quite connect with this world, but there was something about his energy. Was he like Demitri, a Darkstalker? Nonetheless, Demitri knew he wasn't part of the friendly bunch and the connection to the corruption that emanated from this airship. The Makai vampire took action as he pulled himself off the ship and floated into the air before he flew towards the raised side of the ship, standing on the railing as well a distance from this draconic creature, glaring at him.

The aura around his body still remained active, ready for anything to happen. It wasn't Demitri's time to back down now, hopefully Meta-Knight and Zeke would catch up...or not, it didn't matter. "Yourrr prrresence rrreeks of korrruption, and I'm surrre you'rrre not one of us, but also not one of zese pathetic crrreaturrres either...state yourrr business herrre, darrrk one" Demitri said coldly keeping his eyes locked onto this menace.

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[ Maxi's Scenario ]

[ BGM: Thundering Peril ]

One healing spell to the head and Maxi was relieved from head injury, giving Serra a thumbs up as thanks and approving her suggestion to not be reckless. Afterwards...."Score!!" Maxi at least caught one of those bastards leaving it immobilized but the other...must've missed? Oh well.  Seems the heroes had gotten some help as well from above...below, he's an Underworld God sooo...that means help from below right? Maxi chuckled, ready to take out his phone for more pictures and selfies, living like a kid again...but these Koopas don't know when to quit. The other NORMAL Hammerhead started throwing more hammers, two, and followed up by leaping in carrying a third hammer seemingly ready to attack Maxi by surprise. Revenge of the Hammerheads....okay Maxi's got this, he caught both hammers with his bare hands swayed back, avoiding the Hammerhead's attack. This gave Maxi the opportunity to swing both hammers on the back on the Hammerhead's......head, and would cause him to slam to the ground before the impact lifted him off the ground.

If he succeeded, the meta-human would slam his fist into the Hammerhead's stomach and uppercut him into the air. Maxi jumped and followed it, and then face-to-face performed three hits before his right hand started to electrify, using his Lightning Spike to punch the Hammerhead to the ground. As soon as Maxi landed, his pupils had turned red and a sinister smirk had grew on his face as he approached the fallen Koopa, kicking him away from his presence. He voice began to get eerie and demonic as he said, "IS THAT ALL YOU LAME ASSES GOT, SHOW ME A REAL CHALLENGE!!"

Maxi then turned his attention towards the paralyzed Koopa and walked towards it. If the Hammerhead was unable to move still, Maxi would pick up the Koopa with both hands holding the creature's little arms and start to discharge his body, catching the opponent in an electrical trap while laughing before he exclaimed, "Frankenstein Reborn!!"

[Captain Pigtails]

Serra appreciated the high class and high taste words of the other woman of the group.. I mean, it was a bit much. Abominations? A bit harsh. A bit harsh. Maybe the small one? Vassals was fine.. but the rest of it was rightly as it should be. Any trace of complaint about the orders slipped away, and she stood face and strong.. feeling confident and..

Oh bother. A good mood as good as that wasn't bound to last at all, and Serra quickly noticed there was a ghastly thing heading her direction. Although she glanced around.. she couldn't help but notice that no one seemed to be immediately taking the advice of their capable tactician. No strapping young men dashing into protect the delicate young maiden. "Oh gawsh.." she said, dejected and annoyed.. taking that strange thing the other one had left. The bubble thing? Whatever it was, they had said to knock it in the direction of whatever was coming right? She grabbed her staff and bashed it in the direction of the oncoming.. spinning.. monster thing.

Alright. That.. she supposed, would handle that. She had thought for a moment about doubling up on the light magic, but that didn't seem necessary right at the moment. Best save her energies.

Serra takes advantage of whatever skill Maxi left for her in this post and uses it to defend herself from the attack.

[Zeke Sturm]

All those who fight should Stand Proud

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The loud roar from belowdecks drew the serpent's attentions almost immediately, his weight shifting as his sword spun back 'round in his hand. There was more energy congealing, and as much as he wanted to help the knight free himself from his duties on the ship's wheel, he couldn't afford to leave a weapon that would disappear without contact in the wheel, nor could he afford to split his attention or give up his primary weapon. Digging the blade into the wood of the wheelhouse and hanging on tightly as he saw the energy start to move, he narrowly got himself braced in time to avoid being thrown about by the explosion, growling irritably as he yanked the sword free and strode out of the wheelhouse, black flames burning around his ankles before a pair of blades clearly meant to be worn as punching daggers, not high heels, formed behind his feet, the rings locking around his boots. Using the points of his new stilettos to anchor himself as he walks, he makes his way across the deck after Demitri, taking his sweet time in approaching the apparently unimpressed draconic creature. It had five... no, seven inches on him without the makeshift heels he was wearing.

"It's a bit irritating actually being the short one," comes his irate grumbling, changing course halfway to the upper railing and rather casually striding up the side of the angled mainmast, anchoring himself so as to be on eye level with both of the creatures on the railing and sheathing his sword, keeping one hand on the hilt as he angles the sheath back behind himself. For how relaxed he looks to an untrained observer, it's clear that his fingers are pushing the hilt in such a way that it's left very open for his other hand to draw it at a moment's notice, an action disguised by adjusting his jacket on that side. Tails coiling around the mast for a bit of added stability, he listens to Demitri assess Oblivion, his gaze flitting from one to the other for a few moments. His attention was briefly drawn to the incoming underworld grunts, appraising each and noting their angle of attack seemed to suggest Oblivion was the target over themselves, before pulling back to Oblivion proper.

At least that calamari crack hadn't been about his tails.

"Satan, apparently," he quipped in response to Oblivion's second question, disregarding that it appeared to be rhetorical. "Ah, wait, wrong pantheon... Speaking of, what pandora's box spawned you, then?" He, like Demitri, can see that the energy coursing through this thing doesn't quite match up to this land, though that seemed reasonably obvious from how he looked nothing like the otherwise apparently turtle-only army he was hitchhiking with. Spying that same energy he'd seen belowdecks congealing, he smirked a little as his suspicions were confirmed - An energy blade. Well, energy blades - it seemed the creature had split it and taken to wearing the fragments as talons and claws. Nifty.

"And hey, while you're explaining all this, would you mind buggering off? I'm not really interested in dealing with some Third Tail while I'm on vacation like this." Making sure his sword was stable behind him, he took his hand off the hilt, pulling the left side of his jacket over and starting to fish through his pocket, eventually pulling out some sort of hard tack ration and starting to chew on it idly, keeping his right hand free and clear as he does his best to relax his expression. The fight was about to get serious, and anyone who could sense his pulse would feel it rising - a bygone relic of the enchantment holding his body together mimicking human autonomous responses to stimuli - and he didn't need to give away his hand to a competent combatant so soon.

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