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Same Old Story - the Sixth Turn

The Koopa Troop’s @DracoLunaris, Primrose and Therion’s @Yankee, Sectonia’s @Archmage MC, Ganondorf’s @Double, Ms. Fortune
Word Count: 2218 (+3)

”That can’t be good,” Jr assessed as the ring around Robin filled up and started pulsing. He glanced between the slumbering Nadia, at his papa retreating with Primrose in hand, and then at the falling asleep Ganondorf and made a decision about where to assign his time. 

First he grabbed Mimi and tossed her to his papa, shouting for him to  ”Relay her to Ganondorf!”, a request the king obliged, hand catching the mon like she was a baseball before pivoting and pitching her onwards towards the slumbering king.

He groaned a bit as he pushed himself to his feet. Where was this? What happened? Was he in one of the cells, or some other chamber of the prison? Ganondorf didn’t know. What he did know was that he had to get out of here. But all other thoughts had to be put aside the moment Ganondorf heard the voice. It wasn’t words. If anything it was a glorified grunt. But it was one he knew well, and one that made his blood absolutely boil. That grunt telegraphed an incoming attack, a sword slash that Ganondorf was just able to avoid falling victim to, ”...YOU!”

Ganondorf glared with hatred at the young man standing before him. The teenaged Hylian with his green tunic, Hylian shield, and that accursed Master Sword. The so-called “Hero of Time”. The Gerudo King grit his teeth. He knew he had other priorities right now. If anything, he should be recruiting this would-be Hero to help the Seekers. But his hand reached for the hilt of his sword regardless. There was simply too much hatred in Ganondorf’s heart for this young man for him to see or listen to reason, ”You want to settle the score, Hero? Fine! Let’s settle it, then!”

The warriors both lunged for one another in unison. Their blades clashed with intensity, both burning with the same desire to defeat the other one. The Hero may have wielded the legendary Sword of Evil’s Bane, and he may have even possessed his own glowing piece of the Triforce on his sword hand just as Ganondorf did. But he was still just a kid. An inexperienced warrior fueled by the powers of the Triforce and Master Sword. And then there was Ganondorf, who was quite the opposite. A fully seasoned warrior and commander, bearing only his own piece of the Triforce and fueled primarily by his own burning rage and hatred. But the kid was quick on his feet and used that advantage to step around Ganondorf’s powerful swings in order to take shots at the Gerudo King’s back with the Master Sword.

”You’ll have to do better than that, Hero!” Ganondorf raged. He attempted to unleash a dark explosion with his Swords of Darkness, only for the quick-footed Hylian to raise his shield in order to absorb the blow and come out of it looking almost completely unharmed. This of course enraged Ganondorf, spurring him to attack even more fiercely. This pattern repeated itself until the Hero finally unleashed his signature Spin Attack technique - catching the Gerudo King across the chest and with enough force thanks to the enchanted gauntlets he wore to knock Ganondorf down to the ground. Ganondorf scowled up at the Hero, who remained infuriatingly silent and raised his sword in preparation to plunge it into the Gerudo’s chest as a finishing blow.

”Wake him!” Jr called after his mon, and then promptly cast  ”Esuna!” on Primrose, while Mimi did the same on Ganondorf. 

Ganondorf awoke with an angry grunt. Clearly whatever dream he was having was not a good one. But he was to recall where he was and what was happening. After that he brandished his swords and let out an enraged battlecry as he went right back onto the attack against Robin Goodfellow.

As for Primrose, in her second go around she awoke with much more grace. As soon as she felt the pull of her consciousness she let it take her out of the dream. Though she didn't snap at her rescuer this time given she knew what was going on, once back in the waking world she extracted herself from Boswer's claws immediately. She was uncomfortable, and not at all satisfied with what she'd seen in her dream, but neither stopped her from quickly focusing on the task at hand.

As the spell took effect, the prince called out to everyone who was waking, or was handling the sleeping like Bower, to ”Get back in there, get him everything you’ve got!” because ”We don’t want to find out what that spell does!”

”Good call son!” Bowser agreed before charging back in and, as strategized, giving everything he had. Or, rather, everything one of his strikers had as he summoned Scylla: terror of the seas.

The great beast who towered even over Robin appeared before the fowl fae, and promptly slammed him with a pair of its vicious hull breaching claws. The King who had summoned her visibly faltered in his steps, the use of the striker having ripped away most of the stamina he had remaining, and so instead of trying to continue on foot he curled up into his shell and fired a volley of spike torpedoes over the titan, which rained down atop their foe.

The appearance of the great beast and the awakening of those in trouble would have let the not really used to taking hits Kamek back off, however despite the wounds he’d taken he stuck close to try and finish this now as Jr had commanded. Chugging a mana potion, the mage unleashed a point blank cosmic spray into Robin, holding the beam for as long as his reserves could manage.

Sectonia was ready for another go. That spell around Robin was probably very bad news, but she was intending to finish this fight off with her next spell. Her red antlers marched forward, flames being sprayed at him while her Florami just shot its laser beams at whatever enemy was closest. She continued to charge her Reality Shatter, the crackling purple energy now visible in her hand.

With Robin too far for any of Therion's melee skills, and Therion too wary to get closer now that Robin was poised to cast his mysterious ability, the thief contributed to the assault against the archangel by chucking the magic imbued crystal darts. Primrose's magic was much stronger in comparison, her Moonlight Waltz spell encircling Robin.

Scylla’s withering double impact shook Robin to its core, and the spikes, magical rays, and other projectiles that bombarded it were icing on the cake. The archangel faltered, its eldritch form clearly driven to the brink by the sheer amount of punishment it had taken. Seeing what had befallen his employer, Oberon found himself faced with a couple tough choices. He had enough energy to cast Renewal or Reckoning, but not both, and he couldn’t divert his attention from Rika without leaving himself vulnerable. Still, a warframe had to do what a warframe had to do. Oberon sprang away from his Abyssal attacker to get into range, then cast Renewal to heal Robin Goodfellow. For his efforts, the warframe received a swift spearblow to the back, but it had come too late to stop his intervention.

Bolstered just enough by the healing, Robin unleashed its last ditch resort. A horn appeared in its hand, which Robin held to its lips and, with all its strength, blew. The pulsating purple segments of its angelic corona coalesced, becoming an enormous portal behind its body as it cast Fairy Horde. From the vortex streamed a swarm of glittering, winged motes like a magical meteor shower. Filling the underground chamber with whimsical light, they streamed forth to bombard the Seekers in a ceaseless deluge of arcane power, but even with absurd numbers those fairies could still be avoided–and Robin, standing in the midst of the torrent to blow its horn, could still be attacked.

And attack, Ganondorf did. Or tried to, having to slowly force his way through the swarm of fairies to even get to Robin. But he’d dealt with fairies in the past, so he had no fear of this fairy horde. He swung his swords around as he advanced, deliberately attempting to build up some power in his Swords of Darkness by cutting down the swarming fairies. If he could build some power up he could unleash another explosion on Robin. His blades could not be everywhere, however, and in wading straight through the horde Ganondorf accrued a wealth of deep, painful slashes.

”Benediction!” Jr shouted over the sound of the horn, restoring his father to full hp, before tossing out a pokeball and commanding Dazzle to ”Return, you’ve done enough” because the mon was not at all nimble enough to avoid the fairy storm, nor durable enough to endure it.

Out of mana and not built for tanking either, Kamek also got out of there, leaving the durable Bowser to charge forwards with renewed vigor to join the tiny target that was Mimi in melee range. Arcane magic burst against the king’s regrown vine armor as he barreled into Robin’s leg tusks first, gorring it with them in an upwards slash before pounding his fists into that same limb. Mimi meanwhile scurried around, taking what chances she could inbetween dodging the deluge to scratch at those same legs with her tendril-like limbs. Mimi managed to avoid most of the vicious little pixies, but Bowser took a lot of punishment. So much that if not for his restored health and boosted defense, he’d certainly have succumbed to the fairy horde.

Lacking in defensive options, Therion had to make do. He had hitched a ride on the Koopa King's shattered shell, letting Bowser take the brunt of the horde's bombardment while unwittingly carrying the thief forward. Once they'd made it into melee range, Therion looped around behind the archangel and faerie portal, where hopefully the horde was thinner as they streamed forward from their point of summon. With the greed shield equipped in one hand for what defense it could offer and his short sword in the other, Therion joined the desperate offensive up close this time.

Having missed her chance to perform Sealticge's Seduction, Primrose's ability to help with healing was limited. With its short range she could only really cast Warmth on herself and anyone right nearby. She shored up her own health as the carapace of the Baldur Shell she carried was quickly used up during the faerie onslaught. She swapped to the Flame Fan spell, batting and burning away any that she could. Thorns of Agony lashed out from her person whenever she was struck to tear apart more faeries. Though it seemed the stream was never ending, she would outlast it.

Sectonia wasn’t afraid of Robin’s next move as well, having sustained relatively low damage from Titania so far and still having her Chaos Shield to guard herself. As Bowser charged forward, Sectonia unleashed her Reality Shatter, causing reality around Robin (but unfortunately not his warframe allies, who were too far away) to shatter like glass as a purple-ish black void absorbed all the color and texture of everything in the area as well as the life of any enemies caught within it. As the darkness faded, all that was left was white basic shapes and those that survived it or her allies, with the area slowly having its color restored as reality realigned itself. In ignoring the fairy horde, however, she got a lot more than she bargained for. The torrent of destructive magical power shredded her shield and cut into her body, leaving her wounded. 

”Presence of Mind! Lucid Dreaming” Jr chanted as he increased his casting speed and mp regeneration, before calling out ”Mimi, Esuna Papa!” as he turned to first ”Cure!” Sectonia and then rushed to provide support to the two kings, weaving in between some fairies while others received small shields launched into them to prematurely detonate them.

Bowser meanwhile had Heel the rabbid supporter striker, provide some healing to himself, but the main thing that kept him standing was Mimi doing as she was commanded, casting Esuna via “Mimik!” This caused the self-inflicted glowing cracks on Bowser’s body to close back up, rearmoring him at the same time as it reduced his offensive capabilities. With Jr getting within 15 feet and casting ”Medica!” to create an aoe heal that hit everyone trying to melee the their foe, the boy had bought them all more time before they expired, now they just needed to use it. 

Bolstered by various buffs, much-needed healing, and raw determination, the Seekers pushed into and through Robin’s Fairy Horde together. Every shot landed and every blow struck pushed the archangel closer and closer to the breaking point, until finally, the heroes’ herculean efforts meant that Robin could stand it no more.

La𝚗ce Bennett

It was a beautiful day. And sure, La𝚗ce had spent most of it in the back of a truck, but at least he was in good company.

The first part of their trip had gone so smoothly it was almost a dream now - and by smoothly, he really meant the road. The even pavement around the Citadel was like a gods' send compared to the rougher, dirt road they now found themselves on. Still, whenever the path in front of them stretched out flat for a while and the warm breeze passed over him, the chatter of his squad mate's drifting around him, La𝚗ce couldn't help but think that the team road trip was already the best idea they'd ever had. 

...aaaaand then the potholes returned. A particularly nasty one drew complaints from the passengers, La𝚗ce among them. He winced as the truck landed back on the dirt. La𝚗ce didn't blame Kalina for the rough ride at all - it was a single, narrow stretch of shitty highway. Kind of hard to avoid anything. 

As they continued rumbling down the path, La𝚗ce was quite content to listen to the others talk over the sound of staticky music and newscasters. Honestly, he'd gotten used to tuning out the public reports. In the barren, somewhat peaceful scrub-grass land they were passing through it would have been hard to believe there was a national conflict going on if he didn't know any better. Peace. It would be nice, but La𝚗ce was of the same mind as Gerard - he didn't think it was going to happen. Not any time soon at least, and definitely not due to these peace talks. 

Music was much preferred, so he nodded in approval when Gerard happened to find them some tunes. Even without the broadcast going, some of the Barghest chimed in with their thoughts on it. It was to be expected. But it was also the same kind of stuff they talked about all the time (realistically, it was what had taken up so much of their lives), the kind of stuff La𝚗ce would rather put aside in favor of spending what little free time remained with the only people he could reasonably call friends.

"Hey, remind me, isn't a road trip like a vacation?" He asked, his tone good-natured, calling the rhetorical question to the group at large. "Y'know, like a break from everything? And you're all still- oh shit-"

In the middle of talking, La𝚗ce had snagged the whiskey Gerard had passed through the air, but another rough bump splashed part of the liquid out of the open top. He laughed, setting the bottle and what was left in it down onto the makeshift table. He glanced at the map as he did, poor thing accumulating more stains already. It was mostly unneeded, since they could see for miles ahead in the open landscape and the road was straight for as far as the eye could see, but it was good to check how close they were getting to any semblance of civilization. He was sure all of them would appreciate a chance to stretch out. Or he would, at the very least.

"Won't be too much longer!" He announced. 

He wiped the alcohol off of him with his hand. He didn't sink so low as to taste it from his own skin, though the thought had crossed his mind. Instead he wiped it on his jeans while fishing a rag or something out for anyone else that had been in the splash zone. 

A new song started from the radio, the notes striking familiar with La𝚗ce. His small grin grew wider before he reached over to turn the knob and raise the volume up.

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