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Recognizing Briareus's debilitating grasp from their years of working together, The Hypnotist unleashes a Stare from the core of nightmares in hopes to rattle Una further.
"Your nightmare is nothing to me, Hypnotist, for I am the inspiration for nightmares."
Still, she seems worried, and her eyes flick upward.
[ooc]I'll give Gylfir a tomorrow to get an attack in, then move on.
Gylfir tries to dump more water on her, maybe it can at least throw off her concentration.
Seven descends to Grace. She places a hand on the young knight's shoulder. I know a spell to summon the light of the Suns of Sirrion, they are...nevermind. It doesn't matter what they are. I believe you can amplify that light with the power of your sword. Una is weakened. Seven's eyes glow with a fierce light as she casts her spell. She pours light into Grace's sword.
Una shakes off the water, but she is clearly reeling. She looks up and says "Attack, my lovelies."
The top of tower number 1 shatters as two immense serpentine creatures burst through the windows. Glass falls toward the plaza. Fortunately, there aren't too many bystanders, but there are a few running through the plaza.
The two, well, they must be dragons, descend the building, carving a trail of broken glass and twisted steel as they go. One is black as shadow, the other white and crackling with light. They have SUV sized heads with sword sized teeth. They are serpentine, somewhat like eastern dragons, but each has six pairs of wings along its back.
The white one opens its mouth, belching fire at the giant Eoten. The black one opens its maw to snap at Dunwich Horror. Its jaws close on empty air.
Una vanishes with a gesture and a pop of air filling the vacuum left behind.
Round 3
Grace nods at Seven, sets her jaw, and, as Seven begins to pour energy into her blade, takes aim again with her blade.
The fiery breath envelops Eoten, and it momentarily halts his actions.
Yet instead of charring the brute, he merely chuckles menacingly as his hide shows n'er a singe...
The giant beckons the wyrm on with a hungry grin...
wearmede = warmed
min = my
fýrdraca = fire breathing dragon
cumin = come
ábíten = bite, tear, gnaw
flesc = flesh
The light of the Suns of Sirrion, focused through the ancient spells woven into Calesvol, rips through Una's diminished defenses and bores into her eyes. Her hands come up to her eyes in surprise and pain as she vanishes.
Grace groans at the sight of the dragons charging toward them. "Why can't it be like video games, and the summons disappear with the summoner?"
She turns to Seven. "Can you..." she can't quite believe what she is saying, but forces herself to finish, "Can you make me fly?"
Seven replies, "I can extend the Winds of Weyan to lift you or any of the others. It will weaken the shield I am using to attempt to deflect attacks, but it seems like a good offense is the best defense at this point."
Sinclair grinned at the effectiveness of his maneuver to redirect the giant's missiles. He couldn't believe when Una was driven off. Then, he saw the dragons. It had to be dragons.
"Doctor, target that one of there with one of your mind effects." He tries to coordinate an attack on one of the dragons. "The Mists of Morpheus muffles minds!" He calls out to help the Hypnotist.
"A wise move, young mage!"
"LEER INTO CHAOS, SINISTER SERPENTS!"
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"Ah geez," Braireus curses as Una straight up disappears.
"Well, at least she was good enough to bring friends if she had t' step out. I hate it when da chick jus' disappears."
As the dragon flies by several hands shoot out, grasping in eternal greed.
The Dunwich Horror lands a palpable blow on the great beast and his titanic hand takes a firm grip.
"That's your call, Seven. I just don't think I can just keep throwing light blasts. If I can get closer..." She hefts her sword. "Seems like this is the way to fight dragons, right?"
If Seven agrees to fly her closer to one of the dragons, she will attack.
The black dragon's eyes swirl with the dream magic of The Hypnotist as the good doctor takes control of the warbeast's mind.
Seven pulls her hands upward as though clutching something, "The Whirling Winds of Weyan lift you!"
Gracie lifts off the ground, her sword catching the dragon under its chin and opening a gash in its throat. The dragon's blood pours out of the wound, burning the ground beneath it.
The Doctor wrenches his hands in the air, physically manipulating the energies from the dreaming world into the serpent. Fully in control of the beast, The Hypnotist slams the Black Dragon claws first into the White Dragon.
"DRAAAAAAAAGOOOOOOOOOON FIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!"
Round 4
Thanks to the power of sheer terror, Grace manages to maneuver her large frame just outside the dragon's jaws. "Hey, there, I'm not sure you know how British knights versus dragons go, but the odds ain't in your favor!"
She circles around in midair using the Winds of Weyan, and ripostes.
But unused to movement in flight, swings wide, taking a bit of the sting out of her words.
Seeing neither wyrm take the bait and engage him, Eoten instead watches with hungry eyes should one of the creatures fall to earth...
Like a shadow puppeteer, The Hypnotist claws his hands into the air, mimicking the black dragon. He swoops his hands, undulating like waves and brings them together in a violent chomp.
Sinclair now smiles widely when the Hypnotist gains control of the black dragon. The young mage turns his attention to the white dragon with the young knight swirling around it.
"Be bound by the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak!" He calls out causing red ribbons to grab and pull the dragon toward the flashing blade of Grace.
"Run the little wyrm through, knight!" he cries, dropping a blasting stream of water on top of the dragon just as she goes to strike.
The attackers must all delay to the same point in the initiative order (that of the slowest attacker). Each attacker makes an attack check against the target’s defense. Effects not requiring an attack check may be used in a team attack; count the effect as having one degree of success, if it is not the main attack.
Take the largest effect rank of the attacks that hit and count the combined degrees of success for the other attacks: one degree provides a +2 circumstance bonus to the rank of the main attack, three or more provides a +5 circumstance bonus. Unlike a normal team check, degrees of failure do not reduce success; those attacks simply miss and have no effect. See Team Checks in The Basics for more.
Seven spins in midair, looking around for any sign of Una. Finding nothing, she returns her attention to the fight.
Seven cranks up the heat on the dragon, yellow energy pouring from her outstretched hands.
But the dragon's scales shed the magic energy effortlessly.
Round 5
Sinclair crouched behind his magical cover and tried another magical tool in his kit.
"Let loose the Mighty Missiles of Melf!" He calls out causing three green-glowing spheres to rocket toward the wounded dragon. He had timed it with one of his attacking teammates.
The Hypnotist doesn't give up. He continues his shadowpuppeteering, commanding the dragon to repeat it's attack on it's brethren.
Gracie, trying to get used to flying, dives forward again, thrusting her blade.
But while she does not strike, the dodging dragon is laid open for the mage's missiles.
Gylfir will continue buffeting the dragon with water, hoping to break its concentration long enough for a more telling blow.
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These dragons are, not surprisingly, supernaturally resistant to harm. The dragon takes its kin's claws in stride, and the combined attacks of Deadman, Sinclair, and Gracie barely scratches its dense scales.
Seven rubs her face, attempting to wipe away a bit of tension. I guess the giant isn't smart enough to realize he can fly now. "Hey, big man, how about you wrassle this flying wyrm. Or are you afraid."
She reaches out with her hands in a grasping fashion, and a yellow light surrounds Eoten. She jerks her hands to the side.
As the yellow light engulfs the brute, he scowls attempting to resist the sorcery;
hoppian = dance, hop
mædencild = girl, female child
With her accusation of cowardice echoing in his small ears, the giant is hurled toward the dragon...
As he approaches one huge paw attempts to grip onto the fell wyrm;
Eoten's massive hand grabs one of the horns of the mythical dragon.
Eoten's massive hand grabs one wing of the mythical dragon. The dragon lurches in the air and then its nose drops as it slams into the ground.
The dragon writhes in Eoten's grasp, but the giant holds it against the earth.
[b]Round 6. I think the math says that you are better off making your own attacks at this point rather than Team attacks. The dragon is Defenseless, so you can take attacks as routine checks (like taking 10). That will auto hit. Or you can make an attack roll. Any successful attack while defenseless results in a Critical Hit.
The sword sized teeth of the black dragon sink into the upturned belly of the white. Fire and blood blast from the wounds, melting a park bench and cracking concrete paths.
The cacaphony of battle settles and echoes back from nearby buildings, to be replaced by the rumble of an approaching monorail.
Still round 6
Gylfir spends a round recuperating.
With the team wrapping up the dragons, Sinclair looks around for Una. He refocuses his magical senses to effectively sniff the air for magic, particularly her magic.
He finds a vortex of energy, manifested by the dark vortex of clouds above, drawing magical energy from across the planet into Una's hands. Una would not be fully attuned to Earth's magical energy and ley lines. Although she could manipulate them, they aren't "hers" in the way that they would be on her other realms. On any of those planes, she would be even more powerful, but here on Earth, while she is as powerful as many gods, she is still beatable. The young mage concludes that she is drawing power into the clouds above, preparing to rain that power down in destruction from above.
The young mage shouts to his new companions, "Hey! Look at the clouds! Una is putting magical power into them to rain down on us!"
He starts thinking about a ritual that he could use to disperse the clouds.
"Rain? Why are we afraid of a little rain?"
With a pop of displaced air, Una reappears nearby, this time only about 10 feet from the ground. Wind billows, whipping her hair and robes wildly. She reaches up with her left hand, and energy ripples downward from the clouds above. With her right, she reaches toward you and red lightning zags toward The Hypnotist.
"I must admit, you lot are tougher than you look. I shall have to give you my full attention. First, let's get my pet back..."
Round 7
Crimson energy brings the doctor down to one knee. His control over the dragon faulters as his eyes flicker and return to normal. "Yeaaaaaach!" he welps in pain. "Good on ya, mate! Ye finally realised ya might need to lift a pinkie for us, huh? Tough'r, smart'r, hell, I'd say our lot's a lot more better lookin' too! Y'see Una, yer a COWARD. An opportunist! Ya think because Eldritch ain't round it's prime time for Earth-snatchin. Ya wrong, mate. We might be a bit green on the sides but we're the real deal."
"No!"
As Una points at the Hypnotist, Good Knight Gracie angles her levitating body toward the Hypnotist, diving in just as the lighting arcs toward him, arcing all around her armor instead.
Remnants of red lightning arcing all around her and making her hair all fuzzy, the Hypnotist is safe, and Grace is safe enough.
The glint of the Knight's armor blurs and stops immediately in front of the Doctor. "Gracie!" Thankful for her interception, Mac can't help but feel guilty if anything were to happen to her.