Raizel - Vampyre Noblesse
So it looked as if the three were all headed for the same place. He should have expected as much. All of the world’s focus would be on the bridge to the Island of Departure this day. It was only natural for the watchers to crowd closer to the stage so as to better observe the show.
Raizel bowed his head, his eyes slipping shut for a fraction of a second. The momentary lack of his eyes’ red glow plunged the forest into darkness, and when they opened, he was walking in the direction indicated by Esdeath. The vampyre’s gaze flickered upwards, but he couldn’t see the sky through the thick canopy of leaves and branches that barely let any light through. So long as the sun held dominance over the sky, Raizel wouldn’t be able to influence the day’s events even if he wanted to.
Mercury - Temporal Mage
Mercury held back as the Liberation Group members around him rushed into the battle that he was certain would quickly become an all-out war. “This isn’t fun,” he mumbled quietly as the first lines of fired projectiles were drawn across his vision. A blue circle flashed around Mercury’s body as he gave himself Haste, and then a larger circle appeared, shortly followed by a bubble of slowed space swallowing up all of the Liberation Group soldiers unfortunate enough to be anywhere near the enemy time mage.
From inside the bubble, everything outside was happening at super speed, with friend and foe taking seconds to be cut down. It wasn’t long before dozens of projectiles, both friend and foe, were pushing their way into the edge of the bubble. To Mercury’s eyes, the space was filled with countless deadly lines. He stepped into a place free of any projectile paths, in the shadow of a Liberation Group soldier, and then he collapsed the bubble.
All of the deadly projectiles that had been slowed to a crawl suddenly jumped to their destination. For just a moment, Mercury stood surrounded by players he might as well have killed himself. But the next moment their bodies disappeared in a blur of digital pixels. After all, it was just a game.
A line of death appeared across the mage’s eyes, and he took a step to the side as a spear ripped through the place he had just stood. Damn, he’d let himself be distracted again. Mercury ran forward, slipping through the attacking Liberation Group forces to reach the front line. His target was easy enough to make out, after all, there was only one spearman on the front line with crimson hair. Coming from inside his forces, Mercury was able to simply run up to Garnet from where he thought he had only allies.
“Too bad, I don’t hate you,” Mercury said emotionlessly as the glowing blue circle around the end of his sheathed sword closed to a singular point. Time’s Backhand exploded forward as a singular bullet of pure knockback, enough to send any player in its path blasting forward violently. It was unfortunate that in this case that would mean right into the center of New Terror’s forces.