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Luigi... orders to hold Brigan off until a plan could be made on how to eliminate Oswald.
Might want to fix those. Lol. (No offense.)
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Might want to fix those. Lol. (No offense.)
Level: 2
Day/Time: Day One; Evening
Location: Demon Lord’s Castle - Exterior; Forest -> En route to the Abandoned Castle
Tag: Naija @DracoLunaris
Mention: Mario @Holy Soldier
Word Count: 936
The ground shook beneath Fox’s quick feet as he raced hastily to Mario’s location, the sudden tremor threatening to throw him off-balance before he stopped himself in place. He was hit unusually hard by this, but in a extrasensory manner rather than a physical one. As he resumed his pace, Fox looked up to catch sight of the flock of banshee kin swarming overhead, vaguely registering from context that something was wrong. He had hoped he would make it in time to lend his assistance, but he would find his hopes quickly dashed when he made his way on scene. He was greeted with the site of their leader collapsed to her knees watching helplessly as the Demon Lord took off after his minions, his good work here completed.
“Oh, no…” He whispered forebodingly to himself.
The Cornerian arrived just too late to witness it, but it was clear what had transpired. All the better that he was spared the details; it would save him the trouble and grief of having to describe it to anyone else… specifically Mario’s loved ones. He felt sorry for Naija, though, since he couldn’t say the same for her. She visibly despaired at the very fact that 'The Legend Himself' could be done in by something like this, let alone seeing it happen firsthand, and as someone who was at least somewhat loosely acquainted with him, Fox couldn’t blame her. That said, he wasn’t one to submit, even in the face of bleak adversity, and now damn sure wasn’t the time to do so.
“We have to go,” he urged in his default tone - not too stern or commanding. “There’s nothing we can do here; not for him or anyone else. We have to see this through… for everyone’s sakes,” he followed with after a second-long pause, hoping to convey a sense of understanding as well as objectivity while showing no signs of compromise in his mental/emotional integrity or resolve. Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t upset, but he certainly wasn’t going to show it. After all, someone would have to keep their composure, and if not him, then who else?
Naija rose to reassert what Fox had already told her, as if she had only half heard him (if that). Regardless, they shared the same sentiment, and, as it would turn out, the same idea. She disappeared into the woods and brought back a favorably shaped log with which to carry him, instructing him to board the makeshift platform. He stepped upward onto the improvised airlift and knelt for stability during the initial takeoff, but he would hardly have to “hold on to” it. Once they got going he positioned himself upright to stand ready for their opposition as they passed them by.
“Get us as far ahead of them as you can. I’ll keep you covered. On your mark,” the pilot dictated, slightly raising the inflection of his voice so he could be heard over the rushing air. He drew his out blaster midway through his last sentence and kept it at his side until they were in position, ready to make good on his intentions.
It was almost convenient, really, as he had actually done something similar to this twice before; once on Falco’s wing, and then again on Wolf’s. If only he was armed as heavily. He would have to make do with what he had, but maybe that would be just enough. Despite being in its lesser state, it seemed apparent that his blaster still did sufficient damage to dispatch the corrupted soldiers (perhaps moreso), and unlike before, he had his reflector on him in case he had to send anything back. He would especially be on the lookout for magic vials now that he knew what to expect from them (for the most part, anyways).
Once Naija gave the order, Fox raised his sidearm and let fly a light rain of laser fire. He maintained his deliberate aim as he transitioned fluidly, seamlessly between every target in sight (excepting Odin on account of redundancy), but he would spare little to no break in his firing rhythm save for the need to respond to any incoming attacks, which were to be expected. If any of them pulled out a vial, Fox would respond in one of two ways depending on how quickly he could ascertain it. He would either shoot at the jars directly in an attempt to shatter them before they could leave their users' hands, or he would simply try to reflect them back into the crowd, failing the former. They were both risky prospects for sure, but success would ideally yield optimal results by taking out at least a good majority of the pursuing force. If nothing else, it would at least slow them down. Of course, he would have to be similarly wary of thrown spears as well, should their enemies become desperate.
Fox was every bit intent on dwindling the enemy numbers and making this as difficult as he could for them. In doing so, he hoped to inversely diminish some of the pressure that him and Naija were regrettably forced to put on their allies by bringing the fight to them. He already wasn’t happy about having to retreat and call for backup, let alone the loss of such a major player being the reason for it. Until they arrived, he would do his part to bring down as many of the accursed maiden vultures as he possibly could before then, and given the now moderately personal nature of the situation, he was more than eager to.
I'll try to have post out tomorrow some time. I apologize in advance if it takes longer than that.
Naija is probably going to engage in some Heroic B.S.O.D. now, that probably counts as wasting time.
Fox's solution to that.
He's not, team leader Naija is going to have to do it.
Luigi is going to have to grow.
I may actually have a rather specific answer to my own question, but it would depend heavily on how things fall into place.
@Etherean FireIf things were different, then things might have turned out different. We lost a lot of players, the teams are smaller than what they were starting off, which made the bosses harder than what they would normally be. If we had retained the people we had, then Team Three would have been strong enough to handle Odin right there, but it wasn't possible. There's another reason but seeing as this mission isn't over yet, you'll see all the faults at the end of the mission.
Yeah. I kinda figured that had something to do with it. It'll just be something else Fox has to live with, I guess. (What the hell's he gonna tell Luigi?!)
<Snipped quote by Etherean Fire>
Ten bucks says he gets some kind of revive XD
I wager the same.
Well... that was fucked...
@ZarkunI kinda did as well (though, it seems really obvious now). I just didn't expect it to be so soon.
@Holy SoldierLol. I more envisioned myself falling backwards onto bed/couch/beanbag chair and closing my eyes. Whoops! 
*relaxed/relieved sigh* Finally... :)
Level: 1
Day/Time: Day One; Evening
Location: Demon Lord’s Castle - Exterior; Forest
Tags: Naija @DracoLunaris, (Garrett @Simple Unicycle,) Mario @Holy Soldier
Fighting: Valkyries (cont’d.)
Word Count: 1036
As the resonance of mallet-struck metal rang loudly over the forest canopy, leaves shook and wood cracked audibly in sync with a quaking thud as the environment gave way under the Demon Lord - clearly signalling his fall to the earth. Mario seemed to be performing as one would expect, which comes as no surprise given his routine experience dealing with big guys like him, but this wasn’t exactly the same. The boss before them was empowered to an unknown degree beyond his usual state (whatever that was), AND he brought backup. It was past time that the rest of the squad got in on the main battle with the red bro, but Fox would first have to shake the force he had on him before he could make his way over there to split more of the problem between them; a task which would suddenly prove more difficult.
Without warning, a violent maelstrom burst forth from a jar of arcane contents as it shattered not thirty yards ahead of him, effectively cutting him off from his taken path. His eyes widened at the very sight as he skid to an abrupt stop just outside of the twister’s effective radius, but still too close to pull away from it in a timely manner. Had he known what the lobbed vial withheld, he might have made an effort to dive under it and reflect it back, but even if he had seen it coming, it would have been impossible for him to conceive of anyone keeping weaponized weather anomalies in their front pocket; let alone intuit the use of such here. Though, in spite of Fox’s lack of practical expertise in magic and its workings, it didn’t come as much of a surprise to him, but the fact remained that he was left in a position of being unable to do much of anything about it.
Stuck between the natural force that stood in his way and the dwindled squadron of corrupted valkyries that were closing in, Fox had little to nothing in the way of clear options, and he was already struggling to resist being dragged directly into the cyclone without having to keep the fight going all the while. With that being the case, a more drastic solution was in order: to stop resisting. After sparing a quick look over his shoulder at what was coming for him, the daring pilot turned and lightly skipped backwards towards the whirlwind, stalling with his reflector as he reached the outer edge so as not to end up within its epicenter. The idea was that it would slingshot him to the other side, and even if he didn’t completely escape it, it would at least put his obstacle between him and his aggressors and force them to work through the turbulence.
As the winds carried him about, he caught the sight of what looked like a valkyrie incoming. He swiftly twisted horizontally over them as they passed and planted himself feet-first against the debris that followed, promptly drawing his weapon as he made contact. He would then realize that the person he was about to mistakenly fire at was in fact their leader, Naija, who seemed to be sporting… a pair of valkyrie wings? When did she get those… and HOW? For an amphibian who’s never even so much as learned to walk to suddenly take flight was a peculiar occurrence indeed, but it may very well have been just what he needed to circumvent his present predicament. Fox was kept stabilized by way of centrifugal force against the log Naija was towing, and as they began to wrap around the tornado, he trained his iron sights on the highest valkyrie (presumably, the one who threw the bottle) and rapidly opened fire once more.
Provided she didn’t go down after that, Fox would then follow up his blaster volley with an upward somersault kick to her chest before descending to turn his attention on her now scattered sisters. Either way, he would have to dismount the soaring lumber, as the trajectory and speed at which they were going made it slightly more than obvious that Naija had no intention of hanging on to it. Besides, it’s not as if Fox was honestly expecting a free ride to the real battle anyways. Just as well that she used it as she did, for it would ideally leave him with an opportune opening to dispatch what was left of the diverted enemy units.
Fox dropped down on the rearmost valkyrie with a drill kick to the abdomen to put her on her back and under his feet. He would then spring off of her into a reverse half twist over the next one behind him and attempt catch her by her head with her own spear with the intention of throwing her downward over his head and (hopefully) disarming/killing her in the process. If he managed to succeed in doing that, he would whirl the thefted polearm to both sides in striking motion as he came back down while striking the third valkyrie, and he would advance with a rising swipe and an outward spinning slash to the fourth to place him behind her. Once he made it to the back of the line he would finish off his assault with an Illusion coupled with a thrust from the spear to strike through all of them in one move.
He would not bother to look back as he hastily made off toward Mario’s location, for it was already clear that he hadn’t time left to spare away from the main fight any longer - especially if this encounter was any indication. Fortunately, the plumber had managed to incapacitate Odin, if only for a moment, and Naija was already fast approaching to assist. Fox would have to be sure to thank her later for bailing him out, as well as commending her on her performance in the field in general, but the congratulations and expressions of gratitude would obviously have to wait until after they had completed their mission. In regards to which, Fox was hoping in the back of his mind that the other teams were faring well on their ends.
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