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"I'm effectively blind, but that's got nothing to do with any of this nonsense." Said Penny as she picked her way up the beach, dragging her sword behind her as she went in the last direction she'd seen that light fly off in. She didn't know what Jude had done exactly but she had figured following that light would lead her right to the enemy, at least until it suddenly shut off and left her with nothing but blurred outlines to navigate by. Those weren't agony to look at, but they also weren't incredibly helpful.

In the end, though, it didn't seem to have mattered. Something had gone down after that last big flash of light, the sound of a bodily impact and adult voices causing her to slow her pace considerably. The voice thanking them for their distraction confirmed it, the adults had arrived and taken care of the situation. She was conflicted on that. On the one hand good, great, let someone else handle it. On the other, man Penny had really wanted to at least put one boot to that guy herself. Maybe she had, actually. "Gawain?" she called out. "Did you get him?"

"Nay." Came the reply from Gawain, sitting up from where he'd lain prone on the sand after Lou had knocked him over and then knocked him over again when he'd tried to get up like a child kicking around an action figure in frustration. Because of his armor the only real damage Gawain could have token from that was to his pride, but luckily for him didn't have the emotional capacity to reflect on his own ineffectiveness. "That ogre was a most intuitive foe. I must pay my respects!"

"I absolutely forbid that." Penny said.
Mephisto's


Clara looked over the flyer Bak handed over to her, and then flippantly tossed it over her shoulder.

Joke matters set aside for the moment, now that she had finally touched the ground of St. Lucifer's once again, she felt herself reconnected to her network of sigils and sentries around the city.

She breathed in, and breathed out. The sensation of information, moving and being sorted in her mind, she had missed this.

...Much had occurred since she had been gone. But there would be more time for reflection later. She was already planning her next steps. One, two, three, four... Extending through the darkness, another path was presenting itself. The path to her web was open once more.

"She... is not just my sister," Clara began. "She is another half of me. Would you like to be introduced?"

The last part of her statement was aimed at her spectral double. Taking it as her cue, she dropped the leaflet she had been eagerly poring over and surged forward to meet the heavily armored girl.

"I've heard so much about you!" My name is Clara! I mean my name is also Clara! How close would you say you are with Clara? How much do you know about her? I just found out I know everything about her too because I am also her but-..." She rushed excitedly.

"How...I...Wha...Ye....," Bak said, still slightly reeling from the barrage of questions from Other Clara. Bak couldn't even answer her because she had nothing but questions.

"That's enough for now," Clara said with a smile on her face, pulling her back with her very much physical hand.

A little too eager, but understandably so. Her second new contact in her short existence as a human being. But she needed to be reigned in, work had to be done.

"Since we're here, you can feel it too, can't you? Our power, scattered around the city." Clara said. "My sentries, they are yours as well. As much as I would like for you to talk with each other some more, our work must be done."

"Got it, got it. I'll go try to find Vittorio! Good luck over here!" Dream Clara said.

Dream Clara materialized her own Grimoire. Her appearance paled. She was still present there in her phantom form, but her mind was elsewhere now. Roaming their network. Finding connections, input, output.

They knew each other so well, she had known their first course of action without being told. Act on everything within their power to gather the distant strands of their web together.

"Now, how about this new member you speak of? He sounds intriguing." Clara said.

"Ummmmm," Bak started, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Which new member would you be speaking of? There are....many."

lara stood there for a moment, face buried in her palm.

"How about you start with the one you mentioned who wants to deal with the cult?" She said.

Clara had found the current date and time already of course, but how much could've possibly conspired in the last few weeks? Still, taking things one by one should've been a valid tactic.

"Oh, da! Ward." Bak said, sudden realization flowing over her. "I did not let him be member because way he introduced himself was very rude. He beat up Gabriel. You know him, the very strong useless boy that never attends meetings. I did not think it right to reward such behavior, so I have him cleaning up flyers...uhhhhh..."

Bak looked around the front yard, but didn't see Ward anywhere. "He must have moved around to back. He is prince from faraway country come to fight strange cult people that appeared after tournament. He says that they want powerful demon he has imprisoned somewhere, and he came to us because he likes that we do not follow rules."

"That is... an unbelievable stroke of fortune," Clara said. "How noble of him to have us shelter him from his enemies. Did he ask a price, or did he ask to pay?"

When Clara said unbelievable, she meant it more in the literal sense. More of a sceptical point of view that something would go nicely for them. Bak would understand, hopefully, but there was nothing wrong if she interpreted it differently.

"Ummmm..." Bak thought back, struggling to remember exactly what the boy had said back at the meeting. "He said that as long as cultists lose, everyone win. And something about bringing more of his family business into city. I do not know about that, but I think he is willing to play by our rules at least."

Would it be hypocritical for Clara to say she was tired of uncertain terms? No matter."Would you happen to be have a quick rundown on the rest?" Clara asked.

"Two you know!" Bak said excitedly. "Yuuto is one, the other is boy who fought Yuuto. Paint boy David, does portals? I thought we we're under attack so I emergency deputized them, but It was just Yuuto's scary father making huge racket. The other is Miss Celestine's friend Diana, from tournament. She said you tried to recruit her, and also that she is witch but I do not think so because she does not have beak or anything."

"Ah, the Dartagnan boy. I met him with you already, don't you remember?" Clara said. "And Diana... She still remained here after all?"

It had been such a time ago, but they had indeed met. On reflection, she was impressed with his initiative and attitude but of course it had irked her at the time. She also knew of the Shinobi's existence for a long time now. Nothing more to say on that matter, there were many things she knew and many things she didn't. The ninja just fell into the former category. That was all.

And Diana. Had she stuck around after all this time? An apology was in order, but Clara doubted Diana would appreciate one through gritted teeth. She wasn't quite feeling appreciative enough yet, she felt.

"I can take care of Diana for me!" The other Clara said, suddenly appearing from behind them.

"Wha-," Clara said, surprised. She quickly regained her composure but it seemed like having a bubbly cloud of sunlight ever-present behind her was something she was going to have to get used to from now on.

"You would do that for me?" She asked. Suddenly doubting the intentions of the smaller girl, she narrowed her eyes and asked another question. "Have you finished the task I set out for you?"

The younger Clara shuffled her feet while trying not to look directly at Clara.

"No... but I want to meet her," She said shyly. "I think I might have a good way to apologize with. You do want to apologize, right?"

Well, she wouldn't be lying if she said she didn't, but it would be at least a little disingenuous.

"...I doubt very much that Diana would like to see me anyhow, so I suppose... you should just do as you like," She sighed.

"Sweet! Awesome! Thanks!" The younger Clara said.
In a few moments she was off to find wherever Diana had gone. They may have been one and the same person, but she couldn't really tell what exactly she was going to do.

She sighed once again. She certainly didn't know she was capable of using such words anymore. Maybe she would be capable of bringing Diana back into her good graces.

"Let's head back to the council room. Call the... Cult boy over to us so we can talk business." Clara said to Bak.

"Da, right away Tovarish." Bak said with a quick bow. She raised her FLAK cannon to the sky and fired. Explosion's resounded across the school as the air above was dotted with little black clouds of smoke, hoping to catch the attention of the boy hopefully still working up a good sweat somewhere with his cleaning duties.




Either the school was being threatened by a bomber raid, or Bak was trying to get his attention. Judging by the lack of craters being blasted into the school, he guessed it was the latter. Dismissing the disgruntled demon he'd summoned to help him sweep (that damn helicopter had dropped a LOT of fliers) once Bak was no longer watching, he made his way around the school.

Once he got closer, he saw the girl standing next to Bak. Immediately he felt himself subconsciously raise his guard. The way she held herself, the subtle way Bak's demeanor had changed in this girl's presence, and the look in the girl's eyes; all of those things triggered little alarms in his head. He didn't think Bak was in danger, nor himself, yet, but this certainly wasn't just another student.

"I must assume the fireworks were for me," Ward said as he came to a stop near them. "Well here I am. Someone you want me to meet?" he glanced at the girl next to Bak.

"Mr. Ward boy." Bak said, spreading out her arms toward the girl at her side with the look of someone partaking in a fun activity that she only got to do once in a blue moon. "Presenting person you have come here to meet, Tovarish Clara Deimos Erdrigan! Head of student committee and leader of Mephisto's school for Wickedly Inclined."

"Well met, Mr. Ward," Clara said. "Ms. Tsarevna has already spoken to me about your circumstances."

She returned a look of measured neutrality. Her eyes were unclouded and clear. The gaze she returned was amicable. She wouldn't be unpleasant. She wouldn't try to create a false impression of who she was. She would humour him if he decided he wanted to be a comedian.

But.

She knew what he was here for. He recognized her authority. That made things easier.

"This cult has indeed been a thorn in our side, but nevertheless is not a people who have specifically become our enemy," Clara said. "We are, after all, just a school for misfits. A bundle of outcasts. I have connections, and I keep my bargains. Some of us have been hurt, yes. But what will we gain from this endeavour?"

"And most importantly, what do you hope to gain?" She finished.

"Well it's really very simple, miss," he began. "You stand to gain, or rather keep your lives. These daft fools are waging a war on the gods. All of you gain your powers from them, so they won't think twice about waging war on you. As you've chosen not to reject their gifts, they will see you as either enemies or fodder to be slain and sacrificed to achieve their ends. It's an unfortunate truth that due to little events like your tournaments, the major schools are in the limelight. St. Laurels may be the biggest, but this school is their number one rival. It makes you a target," Ward explained. "As for me? These people are an old enemy of my family's. It would be easy to attach my name to their final defeat and expand my family's reach to the largest city in the world. However, my eventual gain does no harm to you, but the path to get there is to your benefit."

"To put it more concisely, if you enjoy living in this city I assume you would want to see it not remain a battleground for the next few decades," his expression hardened. "They've grown bold. They will appear again."

"We and this city do not share a permanence. We exist in the shadows. We could abandon this place in a heartbeat. Erase all of our traces. Burn the foundations until there is nothing but ashes." Clara said. "We would miss this city. But we will not be counted amongst the dead."

On that last point, she was firm in her belief. Power, assets were replaceable. But the people surrounding her were not. She couldn't let herself get sucked into a losing war. That is, if war was truly the only option.

"You must be very confident in your assertions if you would tell me this Cult could lead a war that could span decades. This little school... our little games. I assume you already have a plan for them if you would seek us out."

"You are, perhaps, but can the same be said for all those who follow you? You may well be left with nothing but a legacy of cowardice," Ward told her. He felt he might be pushing his luck again here, but he had to try. Hopefully this one couldn't throw fireballs or at least would let him see it coming. "Quite frankly, if this cult launched a direct and prolonged offensive, they'd lose within days. Their ability to retreat and gather power over time is their greatest strength. The problem I face is that I possess the knowledge and ability to face them, but not alone. I am barely more than a teenager, a child in the eyes of many, unfortunately, so those who are willing to listen to me are... limited. The hope is that with help and a concerted effort, such a prolonged mess can be avoided."

Ward took a deep breath, "My patron god has turned me into a living jail for a demon. If one can be trapped, then another can, thus leaving these cultists without a figurehead to follow and empower them. Given the opportunity, I believe I could tear them all down."

"I have no fear of being called a coward. I've already been accused of everything under the Sun. But your proposal will add sufficient value to us in the short term, I accept." Clara said.

She had a mind that they may be underestimating the cult's tenacity. This Ward made a point that they would attract the ire of the Cult just by existing, but if they hadn't up until this point, joining in such a foolhardy plan as a 'direct' assault of sorts was the equivalent of painting a target on their backs with their own paint.

Still, once again, she had her contingencies. She had her plans and plots, she knew a way to make sure she would have a way out of this.

"I do believe we can strike a deal," Clara said, extending her hand for her new business partner to take.

"Well, I'm glad we could reach an agreement," Ward told her. "My apologies if I said too much in the process." He already didn't like this girl, but no need to antagonize her just yet. He couldn't get a full read on her, but she was almost certainly out for herself and only herself. That didn't make it east to trust her. However, he did shake her hand. "In any case, planning can wait. I'm told you've been missing for a bit. No doubt you have other things to square away first."

"In a manner of speaking, yes, I suppose I do. I appreciate your concern and consideration," She said. "I hope this becomes a fruitful partnership for the both of us."

She already didn't like Ward. He didn't seem to... appreciate their unique position. Regardless, power was power. Their partnership didn't have to last until the endgame. The Cult had the potential to be a stumbling block, and it would be good to have it gone.

She wouldn't imagine it would be smooth, but it could be worth the effort to many of them. Yes... them. She'd have to reach out once again to regain the trust she had assuredly lost. The Ward boy may think that she was only out for herself.

Of course she was. That was her nature, but she could no longer imagine herself alone.

"I hope that girl will make things go well," Clara sighed.

Bak looked between the two, oblivious as a block of wood to the underlying tension of the conversation. She knew anything she said might just distract Clara or confuse the situation or just make herself look really stupid.

She took Clara's comments about being able to abandon the city at any time of the pile of things to think about later, like that curse remark from the demon girl or what was bothering Luigi so badly. There was one thing, though, that got her goat and she could bring it up now that negotiations seemed to be settled.

"Um, Tovarish? Are you sure we exist so much in shadows anymore?" She asked hesitantly. "I mean, Ward boy found us and St. Laurel's have been coming here and, well...," She gestured downwards, toward the fliers at their feet.

Clara pursed her lips and pushed out a sigh. Right, she had forgotten about that a little bit, but not exactly.

"Of course. Being in the shadows doesn't mean we're impossible to find," She began. "Those in the light only have to look back to see us, after all. But we are supposed to be somewhat out of reach..."

"Ohhhhhh," Bak said, nodding her head. That made sense. People like that should be scared off when they came knocking or flying their helicopters. It didn't surprise Bak in the least that this was mostly her own fault. "I will have to work even harder to keep watchful eye on school then."

Clara gave her a look that didn't really mean anything in particular, but she reached out and patted Bak's head anyway.

"Don't think too much about it, it's not really your strong suit," She said. "I can take of it if I so desire to, don't worry about things beyond your power."

There was much to do, and she'd need Bak by her side. It was time to move on with the story.
Matthew couldn't help but shutter as Zephy mentioned a dude that was literally on fire and how he would never forget the man. His friendly smile twisted into a grimace as everything that had happened flashed through his brain, all twisted faces and bloodied snow. He shook his head, trying to banish the images again, not even noticing his travailing companions obvious displeasure at him telling their story of life and death struggle so flippantly.

It was lucky for him that Mira herself pointed him at some new distraction, the second most dreamlike thing he'd seen after all this started. What had happened to that man, he wondered, that caused him to end up with parts of someones garden where his hand should have been? He could only picture this man, hands necrotizing and falling to pieces after some awful battle, only for some kind of tiny little gnome to run up, plant a kiss on them, and cause them to bloom into what they were now. Were gnomes real? Was there a gnome on staff here? He didn't know, but the image was certainly a lot more whimsical than the other ones floating around in his head right now.

He was so distracted by thoughts like this that his attention as only drawn back to Zephry when the guy started talking to someone else. When Matthew saw who it was he felt a lump in his stomach drag him violently back to reality. She was just kid. Another kid. Why the hell did this violet aurora crap keep grabbing kids?

God, he hoped her story at least was really boring.
Linkle


Level 7 - (39/70) + 1


Location: The Land of Adventure ~ Sniper's Mountain
Word Count: 401
@Lugubrious




Linkle smacked her hand of Tora's base just like she'd seen him do for Euden, reviving the nopon in a burst of golden light. "I like the idea of destroying things, especially since they're not fighting fair." She said, lifting the fluffy boy back onto his little nub feet. Linkle couldn't see much from her hiding spot without poking her head out to get domed, but from the sounds of things the other might have decided that strategy was the way to go as well. Far be it from her to wade against the tide of people smarter than she was. Her range, sadly wasn't good enough to hit the side of that tower from where they were but maybe she could make it a little safer for Tora to implement his plan.

She laid her hands against rock wall, her hair flashing blue, and as she concentrated a large wall of frosty ice began growing off the side of their hiding spot, snaking its way across the open ground toward where Poppi was hiding out. Along the length of it there were some spots where ice didn't fill it, leaving roughly Tora sized holes dotting the length seemingly at random that let a person look out at the tower the snipers rested upon. Linkle kept at it, focusing on sending the wall as far as she could so that giant couldn't just wreck it all at once. Of course, there was on last element to add here.

"Girls? Festival Time." She said down to the cucoo's. The three perked up at once, dashing out along the wall. They each picked a hole and excitedly jumped up in front of it, giving a mocking "cucco" as they did before running to another and repeating the process. Linkle grinned. Her grandma had run this booth at the harvest festival every year, Catch the Cucco. The game was simple, all you had to do was catch the Cucco's when they popped out of the holes in a big table she laid out in the yard. Normally she wouldn't put them in danger like this, but it had been demonstrated very clearly that you could come back just fine. She hoped that with this sort of distraction at play Tora, and maybe Poppi if the wall reached that far, would be able to shoot at the tower with their bombs and missiles more safely.
"Thanks." Penny said as she slipped on the glasses Jude had made for her. The pain instantly became more bearable as every indistinct, watery splotch shape in front of her was dyed pea green. "This is perfect, they're ruined!" Normally an inability to actual see anything would be a hindrance to someone looking to pick a fight, but this guys epithet arrested your attention totally. She didn't need to see, all she had to do was run in the direction she was facing.

Of course that wouldn't do any good on account of him being a big middle aged dude and her being a teenage girl, but an indistinct green blob with Jessica's voice entered her peripheral vision and solved that problem by sliding a familiar weight into her hands. It was comforting, empowering in a way that Penny didn't like but also didn't have time to examine right now because these two were saying go in their own way and she was only too happy to oblige.

"Got you. You wanted Lord of the Flies old man?" She said, readying the weapon at her side. "Well here it comes!"

She took off up the beach at the guy, just following where her eyes pointed. As she got closer she could feel the effect starting to bore through her glasses, the stinging pain of the light again burning her eyes, but that was nothing compared to the burning anger raging in her guys. She could hear Jessica shouting behind her, calling out for some kind of secret plan to go into effects. Whatever it was it worked because the jerks epithet flickered for a moment. It gave her an opportunity to blink away a bit of the pain but it also meant that she no longer had any exact idea where she was going.

She must have veered off course a little bit, because when the glow came back it was off to her left. Then she heard the guy shout, and the glow came flying though the air at them. Stronger this time, like putting your eyes directly up to the sun. She wasn't sure what was happening, had he come over to meet them? No, no, impossible. That light had zipped over like a UFO, she didn't believe he could move that fast. Besides, his voice was still further away. He'd thrown something, put his epithet into a thing and tossed it at them. Not only that, she couldn't get closer to him anymore because her attention was on this thing now.

She gritted her teeth and leveled her sword in the direction where she could still hear the man, talking. In front of her there, drawing itself on a spot in the sand, formed a perfect circle of bright blue light that would be impressive if it wasn't being outshone by what to Penny might as well have been the sun. The sound of a horn rang out from somewhere far away, both a herald and a call, and with a flash a figure appeared in the middle of the blue circle. He stood there, gallant cape fluttering in the wind as his impeccable armor glittered in the light of the chain, golden haired, barrel chested, with that god damn look on his face like he knew how dashing he was. The Knight stood half of Pennys height, one of the larger models in her collection, and immediately dropped to one knee in front of her. "Fear not my Liege, for your call to the distant isle has been answered by none of other than Sir-"

"Gawain!" She shouted, heedless of how appropriate this draw was to the situation. "Cut the intro. Knave. Knave!" Penny furiously pointed across the beach.

Gawain rose and turned, his eyes swiftly searching the beach for...yes! That one! Robber King he was, bedazzled with no doubt ill gotten gold. His black heart was apparent. Gawain drew his sword and raised it to the sky. It was noticeably edgeless, more like a big hunk of metal than a sword, but he nevertheless grasped it with both hands and began charging across the sand. "Turn to face me, villain!" He shouted in challenge as he approached.

"He was looking away!?!" Penny shouted. "You idiot!"

It was useless though. There were knights that didn't have any problem clubbing someone over the head from behind, but not Gawain. Gawain had honor. Gawain had to be a hero about this. Gawain tried way too hard.

"I am Gawain, Knight of King Penny's Court. Name thyself, villain, and taste the sting of my Galatine!" He said, leaping into the air as he approached to bring his weapon down on the man.


FF7R is a sequel so it isn't retconning anything. I'm so glad this is the case, because the first thing I heard about it was that Shinra blew up its own Mako reactor instead of Avalanche, which I took to be a shameless attempt to wipe the blood off Barrette's hands that would untimely undermine his character arc later on.

Now, though? I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy Nomura's Wild Ride.
Linkle


Level 7 - (37/70) + 2


Location: The Land of Adventure ~ Spiral Mountain
Word Count: 771




Linkle didn't have any wounds that needed healing, but she did take the time in the aftermath of the battle to stop by at the dispensary Blazermate had thrown up. The marvelous machine chugged at her approach and spit out a cluster of arrows for her. Seeing as they were in short supply the girl hung around until it had dispensed an even thirty-six which she stored in one of her pouches. She also took the time to find her cucoos, who had group up together behind one of the Brother Grimm's massive tires, and coax them out so she could present them to Blazermate for healing.

The group made their way deeper into the canyon the monsters had been guarding so fervently, through winding passes and canyons and air that seemed thick and heavy as soup. She could only compare it to the Color. The big black ball they were steadily advancing toward was wrong in a similar way. With the Color at least you could try to ignore it, avert your eyes to keep it from getting in. Here the wrongness was everywhere, bearing down from all directions. A pressure that you couldn't escape. Maybe it was good that she'd gotten acclimated to this sort of wrongness on the hilltop though. At the very least she didn't feel afraid.

It turned out she really should have.

The feeling of wrongness didn't disappear even as they emerged onto a quaint hilly plain carved out of the middle of the canyon, dominated by a giant stone witches head and the black bubble just beyond. They only had a few moments to take that in before what Linkle pegged as the real source of the unease made himself known. The hand.

He floated there above the spiral mountain, gloating just like a villain should and throwing down another obstacle in their path to one of Galeems precious champions. This was no hand selected cruelty like last time, however, throwing people into a fight for their lives against people they loved. This was just something that was hard.

He plopped a tower on the top of the mountain, six figures dotting its ramparts. Three people with rifles, one with a giant crossbow, one with a giant everything and one that was terrifyingly familiar. Linkle started, transfixed by the boy in the blue tunic. She didn't know him from any legend, hadn't read about him in any of Hyrule's history, but from her dream his identity was unmistakable. "Guys." She said, pointing a shaking finger at him. "I'm up there!"

It took Peach's command to break her gaze from the boy. She didn't need much of an explanation for what "scatter" meant. There might have been one of her up there, but he was flanked by three Michaels. She'd seen the sort of damage a single Micheal could do. Linkle immediately sprinted for the edge of the canyon wall, diving behind a nearby cliff wall. She turned to take count of her cucoos, who had turned out to be right on her heels, and that gave her enough time to spot Euden just standing there. She was about to call out, but could only gasp in horror as one of the marksmen drew a bead on him and fired. Luckily the shot had just gone through his shoulder. Unluckily, that didn't seem to have mattered. Golden light radiated from the wound, crawling over the boys stiffening body as he clattered to the ground. "Euden?!" she called out, but she didn't get a response. He just laid there, grey as stone, a golden base forming at his feet.

The others fired, black arrows raining from the sky. One of them struck near her hiding spot and exploded in a flash of golden light. Another slammed into a tree Poppi had been using for cover, tearing it to pieces like it was nothing. She looked back to Euden's still form and wondered what a shot like that could do to him. She stood up, steadying herself against the wall with her arm and getting ready to run out there and drag him somewhere safer. When she did so, though, she heard a metallic clank as her wrist knocked against the stone wall and remembered that she didn't have to.

There was a metallic whirring noise as the beetle she had bought fluttered out from behind cover, beating it's metallic wings with all its might. It's great big grasping jaws opened wide as it clamped down on one of Euden's arms and started dragging him back across the grass to where Linkle waited, arm outstretched.
Linkle


Level 7 - (31/70) + 1


Location: The Land of Adventure ~ No-man's Land
Word Count: 737

@Lugubrious




Linkle's unrelenting icy assault halted momentarily as the vast majority of the koopa troop that had been so valiantly holding the line up and vanished. She brought her fingers to her lips and let out a sharp whistle that echoed across the battlefield. Immediately she spotted three little dots of white weaving to and fro through the horde of regular soldiers toward her. They were a little worse for wear, feathers ruffled from the battle, and as they barreled out from between the legs of the primids at top speed Linkle saw that same group of primids get thrown aside as a giant chicken monster barreled after them.

A quick look around told her that most of the awful horn monsters were just flat out gone, and a moment later Linkle charged past the rough defensive line they'd formed to protect the Brother Grimm. Her girls shot past her underfoot as she draped the bow back over herself and shot forward boot first at their pursuer. There was a crisp, cool impact that the big bird monster just powered on through. Linkle was forced to hop backwards on one leg, foot still planted on its chest, as the thing just kept charging forward. As she was being pushed along she reached out and grabbed her crossbow out of her outstretched boot, put it right against the monster, and fired over and over again. The crossbows had greater power now, and from this range it wasn't long before little fractures started appearing in the monster's flesh.

Grinning, Linkle bent her knee and kicked off the monster's chest to buy herself a little space. She darted forward, leaping into the air and flying downward to deliver another kick. This time the monster’s chest caved in like the shell of an egg, but instead of being sprayed with goo or spirits a small yellow chick emerged and fluttered off into the sky as Linkle stared. The sight was dumbfounding to her.

She didn’t have time to be distracted for long. An ear splitting sound suddenly echoed across the battlefield, making her wince even as far from it as she was and drawing her attention back, to the weird ghostly creature that had snuck around to the Courier's gun nest. An explosion drew her attention back to the enemy's side of the field, a contingent of yellow and white creatures emerging from the dust cloud and making their way down the field flanked by what looked like a bunch of low flying carpets. Those zoomed in much faster, and Linkle jumped as one of them flew under her.

Unfortunately, that one flew up under Tora and started lifting him high into the sky. Luckily he was smart enough to jump off before it went too high, and someone was close by to catch him. Another went for Euden just after he triumphed against the growing monster. More were moving stealthily, snaking their way along the ground toward Bower, Geralt, or….OH NO!

Linkle started to sprint back to the defensive line around Brother Grimm. Everyone else was too busy dealing with the new threats, they didn’t see that someone was assaulting the commander. Linkle was very fast though, and had more than enough experience with huge battlefields to cross them without getting murdered. As she approached Peach just on the heels of the carpet thing she leaped toward it just as it wormed its way under the Princess, slamming her free hand on what she could only think of as the creature's tail. She thought she felt it rippled in surprise, but it didn’t have the freedom to move like that for long. Cold coalesced around them, spreading out from Linkle’s palm as ice began to spread across the creature and spill off of it onto the ground. It tried to lift up and take Peach on a round trip into the stratosphere, but found itself shackled to the earth by an uneven lattice work of gleaming ice.

Linkle sighed in relief, popping back to her feet. She pulled her other crossbow and turned around, scanning the field for more sneaky assassination troops. This was by far the weirdest collection of monsters she had ever seen.
Pegasus can't decide whether it's a horse or a bird while a phoenix can't decide whether it's fire or a bird. There's an obvious front runner here and no part of it is a horse.
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