It’s hard to say what this “Hael” would do in response to such a doomsday scenario where the vile wind and life force fueled strikes barraged them. Ideally, Hayden Armstrong meanwhile would avoid any such macabre timeline. Forsooth, it was certainly grand the *man piloted mecha* was so swift. Yet perhaps more fortunate still was a greedy hostile.
Like the individual grains of sand in the hourglass, time was always the greatest resource and the most contemptable obstacle to songs of triumph. One would do well when faced by a volley of arrows to raise their shield. Faced with a battering ram, well advised to avoid its trajectory would be a skilled warrior. Yet when faced with the piercing stings and the bludgeoning force all at once, raising your shield, dodging to the side, praying to your god to invoke a oathbound blessing that enhanced your body’s attributes, then launching a volley of attacks meant compared to any one reaction a compromise. At least, this was according to the database regarding clerics, foul divine wizards they were. All the same, compromise – perhaps in effect, certainly in that precious time we mentioned earlier. And like ripples in the stream of history, they beget more ripples.
It would then do well to be succinct and summarize where ripples began to flow. Senko had hardy no doubt unnatural flesh, likely through some sort of ill conceived barrier magic. This pushed them to do something rather foolish. Reyes had not been a threat, their projectiles neither enough to kill nor even wound.. and yet Senko saw fit to avoid them. Worse, saw fit to hit a feverish stride to reach *Hayden* of all people. Quick enough that their estimate was a physical encounter with an attempted “jab” right after the imminent “detonation” of all things! But not so quick that there wasn’t a timeline stretched, between this movement and action, then with the alleged metal rending storm. A time where destruction had not been wrought upon Armstrong’s person, and yet the enemy tango closed their gap just enough. A brief flash of blue silver.
Armstrong’s Intel brand CPU, unaffected by the various performance hits that previous generations suffered, could work out the math on this warped version of “if one train is moving at X MPH and another at Y, when do they meet.” Again, it would be a mere flash of blue & silver in that decisive moment – a hidden element to this math equation kept secret from the opposition, that would be the conclusive dark variable of the trick question at hand. Although not terribly strong on its own sans a bit of charge time, Senko seemingly throwing themselves towards it out of sheer hubris certainly would help. That being…
//Moonlight Beam//.
A plasma blade stretched “light” that even amidst the sauna this forest had been reduced to, would freeze bitterly. This aspect was unlikely to meaningfully affect the dubious gendered ninja clan, they were wizards at the heart of things after all. Elemental magic’s their bread and butter. The focused vacuum and cutting edge that would blast forth however; well tests had shown it working decently on numerous sorcerers. And they tended to have access to “Mage Armor” and the like. It was reasonable to assume a similar principle would take root here.
Hopefully in that moment, the combined efforts of Senko and Hayden would drive this metaphorical blade deep into the hostile’s heart. And if not, well that sucks. Ripples were messy, that’s why you shouldn’t stare at bodies of water nor gleam metaphors out of them.
Like the individual grains of sand in the hourglass, time was always the greatest resource and the most contemptable obstacle to songs of triumph. One would do well when faced by a volley of arrows to raise their shield. Faced with a battering ram, well advised to avoid its trajectory would be a skilled warrior. Yet when faced with the piercing stings and the bludgeoning force all at once, raising your shield, dodging to the side, praying to your god to invoke a oathbound blessing that enhanced your body’s attributes, then launching a volley of attacks meant compared to any one reaction a compromise. At least, this was according to the database regarding clerics, foul divine wizards they were. All the same, compromise – perhaps in effect, certainly in that precious time we mentioned earlier. And like ripples in the stream of history, they beget more ripples.
It would then do well to be succinct and summarize where ripples began to flow. Senko had hardy no doubt unnatural flesh, likely through some sort of ill conceived barrier magic. This pushed them to do something rather foolish. Reyes had not been a threat, their projectiles neither enough to kill nor even wound.. and yet Senko saw fit to avoid them. Worse, saw fit to hit a feverish stride to reach *Hayden* of all people. Quick enough that their estimate was a physical encounter with an attempted “jab” right after the imminent “detonation” of all things! But not so quick that there wasn’t a timeline stretched, between this movement and action, then with the alleged metal rending storm. A time where destruction had not been wrought upon Armstrong’s person, and yet the enemy tango closed their gap just enough. A brief flash of blue silver.
Armstrong’s Intel brand CPU, unaffected by the various performance hits that previous generations suffered, could work out the math on this warped version of “if one train is moving at X MPH and another at Y, when do they meet.” Again, it would be a mere flash of blue & silver in that decisive moment – a hidden element to this math equation kept secret from the opposition, that would be the conclusive dark variable of the trick question at hand. Although not terribly strong on its own sans a bit of charge time, Senko seemingly throwing themselves towards it out of sheer hubris certainly would help. That being…
//Moonlight Beam//.
A plasma blade stretched “light” that even amidst the sauna this forest had been reduced to, would freeze bitterly. This aspect was unlikely to meaningfully affect the dubious gendered ninja clan, they were wizards at the heart of things after all. Elemental magic’s their bread and butter. The focused vacuum and cutting edge that would blast forth however; well tests had shown it working decently on numerous sorcerers. And they tended to have access to “Mage Armor” and the like. It was reasonable to assume a similar principle would take root here.
Hopefully in that moment, the combined efforts of Senko and Hayden would drive this metaphorical blade deep into the hostile’s heart. And if not, well that sucks. Ripples were messy, that’s why you shouldn’t stare at bodies of water nor gleam metaphors out of them.