[center][h2][color=lightgoldenrodyellow]Pit[/color], 
[color=D34C25]Primrose[/color], [color=gray]&[/color] [color=BC8DBF]Therion[/color][/h2]
[color=lightgoldenrodyellow][u]Level[/u]: [b]8[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 211/80[/color]
[color=D34C25][u]Level[/u]: [b]11[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 237/110[/color] [color=2e2c2c]------[/color] [color=BC8DBF][u]Level[/u]: [b]10[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 265/100[/color]
[color=gray]𝙱𝙿[/color] [color=white]●[/color][color=gray]●●●●[/color] [color=2e2c2c]----------------------------[/color] [color=gray]𝙱𝙿[/color] [color=gold]●[/color][color=gray]●●●●[/color]
[b]Location[/b]: Inside the Qliphoth, The Dead Zone
Word Count: 1333 (+3 exp x2)[/center]

It seemed that the life or death encounter had truly reached its apex. Everyone was nearly on their last legs or already there, but that had to include the Guardian and Moebius. For the most part the Seekers kept to their own battlefields, but after being pulled into another separate realm by A and witnessing yet another sacrifice, once they were dropped back into the real world the heroes fought even harder. Despair wasn't going to take any of them, at least not in the heat of battle.

Now if only Moebius D would come down and face the end just like everyone else was!

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"You cheater!"[/color] Pit shouted up at D. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"You're just scared! You know if you kept fighting fair, you'd [i]lose![/i]"[/color]

And the thing was, Pit [i]could[/i] reach D, he knew he could. He could slip light arrows around D's barrage, and the arrows gained speed over distance besides. Maybe even through the storm entirely with his Shadow-Piercing Shots. If he swapped back to the Breaking Palm he might be able to even match D in sheer output, so long as his stamina kept up with his willpower. If he had been going one-on-one with Moebius, there were a bunch of things he could try. However, he had a team that he was worried about.

Pit's Guardian Orbitars were equipped, reflecting everything they could back at D. Almost none of it reached him, just crashing against whatever other spells he flung. It wasn't the reflect that Pit had drawn these weapons out for though. Whenever he could, as often as he could, he charged the Orbitars and produced a huge, shimmery energy shield.

The winged shield covered a decently large area, especially when cast upward. It slowly rose after coming into existence, creating an angled umbrella for a precious few seconds that protected anyone and everyone behind it. D's magic could not break through the divine construct, but neither could it reached the vampire before it disintegrated, after which Pit had to charge and summon it again. 

During the shield's downtime, Pit was in much the same boat as the others fighting -or rather, fleeing- D. He did attempt swapping to his bow and shooting one or twice, elemental light arrows twisting around the barrage and zipping towards D, but largely stuck with his Orbitars. He chose to fight, continuing to fire with his regular shots and bouncing back whatever he could at D. But without sticking to evading or defending alone, it meant that Pit was taking a lot more punishment than he was dishing out. As the angel's injuries really began to pile up he was finally starting to flag, but if his actions would help everyone else, give them the few seconds of a breather they needed, then it was worth it. 

He summoned another energy shield, the winged construct casting its glow and protection over part of the area.

Therion was all too glad to duck under the divine umbrellas whenever they appeared. The thief had a good arm, and good aim. One hundred feet up was still within his range if he was inclined to try and challenge Moebius D at a distance. But he wasn't. D was not a stationary target, and the barrage of magic he conjured to cast down at them meant that if he didn't commit completely to avoidance he'd take more than one direct hit while counter attacking. Even if he'd had the BP to use his divine skill, it would mostly likely get caught up in D's magic and they'd just trade blows. After Midna and Goldlewis' deaths, and the group's death preventions used up... well, Therion usually had no qualms about making sure the next person to end up dead wasn't going to be him. If he felt bad about that now, it didn't show at all on his face. 

He simply abandoned the battle with D, leaving the other five to take his attention and aggression if they chose to. He didn't even leave any of his strikers behind, figuring their abilities were either too slow or not able to reach D, and not wanting to risk the damage transfer to himself on the slim chance they might make a difference. Therion weaved through the bombardment of magic, making good use of the breaks in the flow Pit provided, and though clipped and singed by the time he'd cleared the worst of the concentration he was still in one piece. If had been safe to do so, he might have brushed by Roxas or Geralt, shared his mana with them - but with all of them moving about as their very lives depended on it, there was no opening to do so. 

He disappeared into another section of the battlefield, nearer to A.

Even more than the physical stress inflicted, the battle with A was wearing on Primrose - as every battle in the hollow, the Qliphoth, the Dead Zone itself had been. The Seekers had had only the one moment of rest, and though their wounds healed over and over due to their allies' magic, the toll the day was taking grew larger and larger. The dancer had eaten through so much of her mana that her regeneration simply couldn't keep up. She, Roland, the Monster... Edward, Therion, Captain Falcon, Ganondorf, and [i]Goldlewis[/i]... they had all put everything they had into killing Moebius A. And yet, he did not die.

It was as infuriating as it was terrifying. Primrose hadn't known Goldlewis as well as she had Midna, but he'd proven himself a good, dependable man during the short times they'd been together. They'd let A take two of their number - were they really going to let him take more?

Primrose hissed out a breath, then gathered herself and followed after the fight. The Monster had taken A to a new arena, one that would hopefully be his last. She sent her Makami ahead of her, the wispy wolf spirit flying forward to bite into A with its Life Drain while Moebius and Monster battled. As she moved she felt a gentle touch on her back, and her mana being restored. As driven as she was to put A down, she hadn't seen or sensed her fellow Orsterran's approach, but she knew the feel of his Share Energy. Though she didn't look back at Therion, he spurred her on.

When Primrose arrived before A, there were inky lines of energy flowing around her form. She had regained her magic and at least one BP. The murderous glint in her eye had not disappeared since Midna's demise, if anything it had grown in intensity. She put herself between Moebius and her allies, shielding Rika, Junior, and Roland with her body. 

Then, she gathered what was left of her power in her hands. 

Determined to live on, A lashed out at the dancer. She made no effort to dodge his attack, keeping her focus on her spell. Her Baldur Shell had already broken, and the eldritch tendril pierced clean through Primrose. She staggered, coughed and tasted blood, but remained stubbornly on her feet. As the Moebius' tendril withdrew her Thorns of Agony grew out, sticking into A and holding the limb before it got too far. 

Primrose did not die. Her consciousness may have left the stage for a moment, but now it was time for her Encore. Shadowy magic burned dark in her grasp, and the ink swell Roland had bestowed on her was joined by her Boosted aura, flowing white. 

She reached out and put her hands on A. She did not smile, gloat or grimace. [color=D34C25]"[i]This[/i] is the end,"[/color] she told him flatly. 

From one hand a fiery Black Serpent traced up A's limb moments before the Ink Swell went off, blowing the tendril to pieces. The pyromancy raced to Primrose's target, A's heart, to deliver the spell she'd conjured in her other hand. The empowered Moonlight Waltz erupted, sparking flames swiftly engulfed in darkness, along with the A himself.