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Nyxra notches another arrow and fires at the half-ogre again!
"Ugh! You idiots keep getting uglier and uglier!" The Raven takes Jessibel's place against the ogre-thing, leaping up to swing at its ugly ogre face.
Aisling attempts another attack on the ogrekin, and though she nearly slips on the blood-stained floor, the Inheritor's blessing allows her blade to find the ogrekin's flesh. He howls, staggering back in anger.
Nyxra's attention focuses down to a point, and in a moment, she knows where the arrow will go, and where her target will be when it gets there. It's only a matter of letting the arrow find the way. She releases her shot, and it strikes home, slamming into the Lout's throat. He gurgles painfully, choking, and stumbles back a few steps before toppling over, his blood swiftly forming a pool beneath him.
With her target down, Vantine focuses her will on one of the uninjured and still seeing redactors The woman's discipline avails her naught, and the power of the witch's magic twists her fate to Vantine's whims.
Jessibel summons the last of her magical power, sealing the wounds caused by the monk's attack and curing some of the injuries from the downed Lout's spear. She weaves the spell-song into her ongoing performance, inspiring her fellows to greater heights.
The Raven advances carefully forwards, mocking the fallen ogrekin as he steps over the prone man. With a single swing of his fist, the vigilante cracks the injured redactor in the chest, stabbing through his ribcage and into his lungs. The monk falls, his breathing ragged and wet.
"Damn you! The Church will have your souls!" The hexed redactor swiftly steps over her fallen comrade's body and launches an attack at the Raven. The vigilante is more than prepared for her, and bats her arms away with his own spiked fists.
The only monk who remains unharmed leaps forwards, hurling a flying side kick at the Raven whilst he's distracted. However, the masked man is less distracted than the monk thought, and dodges the flying foot, though it is a close thing.
The two blinded monks move away - one vanishes from sight around the corner, whilst the other staggers back along the tables.
Nyxra does a little fist pump when the Lout goes down before putting away her bow and drawing her sword.
She takes a step forward while she's at it.
The Magpie wants to press the attack, but with a bottleneck formed, she hangs back to allow the Raven, Aisling, and Nyxra to manage the melee combat for now. She looks for an opportunity to scoot forward into the fray however, all the while maintaining her bardic chant.
Now that the big bully is dying, Vantine turns her attention to another monk, giving them her patented wicked glare.
Asilgn moves forward into combat, striking at the closest enemy with her sword. Momentum is teh thing, here - her spells will only last for so long.
"Damn it, Falcon! I wanted the big one!" The Raven turns his ire towards one of the remaining cultists, but he does not replicate Nyxra and Aislingg's success.
Aisling advances down the hallway, her sword a blur as she strikes again. The Asmodean throws himself out of the way, trying desperately to avoid being hit, but his unbalanced landing has given her the perfect chance to carve through his left shoulder bone and down towards his kidney. He shrieks, tearing himself away from the sword on pure instinct. Though he is severely injured, he manages to stay on his feet. A deep, savage howl from deeper within the room echoes his scream.
Nyxra swaps her bow for her sword as she prepares to wade into melee with her compatriots. As she does, Vantine shoots a magically powerful glare at the monk Aisling has so critically injured. He doesn't seem to notice it, but she can feel the fingers of her magic slowly warping his actions.
Jessibel holds back, continuing her song, in the hopes that one of the two redactors in the hallway will fall. Her mentor does his best to oblige her, slamming his fist into his foe's chest. She gasps, coughing blood, but keeps her feet, glowering at him.
The blinded redactor continues blinking rapidly, trying to clear her eyes of the sting from Vantine's magical dust. Indeed, the glowing gold dust is already starting to fade from her clothing - it won't last much longer.
Aisling's injured target growls, dodging between the Iomedaean and her more exotic comrade, and launches another attack on him. However, even as he throws his fists at the Raven, pain twists his face and he flinches back - serving only as a distraction rather than as a direct threat.
His comrade chuckles wetly. "Do you fear death? I do not! He shall take you too, in time!" Her leg blurs up towards the Raven's mask, but he bats it aside as he shifts out of the way, unharmed as ever.
Still singing, Jessibel tries to tumble past the first redactor to help the Raven finish off the second .
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Nyxra throws herself at Aisling's target, her sword arcing through the air!
Vantine continues her assault on the same monk, trying to load another hex onto him. Then she laughs at the monks
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I don't fear death, no. But it's not my time yet. i have things to do." Asiling swings her blade again, with more confidence. Putting the world to rights at the edge of a sword feels good.
Aisling's Iomedae-blessed sword takes down yet another Asmodean, knocking him into the wall, where he slumps and slowly collapses.
Nyxra rushes forwards as well, but is given pause by the sudden loss of her target. Her sword-swing goes wide and strikes off the wall.
Vantine continues her witchery, her magical laughter sending a chill of power down her fellows' spines. Her potent hex twists the poor woman's fate, denying her any manner of good fortune. As she does so, the last of the golden dust fades away.
Jessibel rushes forwards, joining her mentor and performing a swift, elegant thrust as she continues her song. The rapier resonates with the music, and thrusts into the hexed woman's chest. She sways a moment, before she, too, falls.
The Raven leaps over his fallen foe, aiming to strike at the now-sighted monk. The monk, still apparently somewhat off-guard from his recovered sight, cannot react in time and takes a hook to the jaw. He comes back, spitting blood and phlegm.
From his new position, the Raven sees into what looks incongruously like a meadow. Standing at the doorway into the odd, seemingly starlit room are a pair of familiar infernal foes - a hellhound and a lemure. Beyond them, he catches a glimpse of a bridge, and a heavily armored woman whom he recognizes as Nox, Thrune's agent.
The lemure reacts swiftly to his intrusion, tugging itself over to the vigilante's side... though it seems the ooze-like fiend cannot quite get into swinging range.
"Finally deigned to join us, Nox?" The monk sneers as he snaps a kick up at the Raven's solar plexus, but the vigilante is ready, and manages to get just enough out of the way that his armor takes the impact.
His comrade leaps into action as well, running along the floor before leaping over the table and attacking the Raven in turn. This time, his armor doesn't save him, and the redactor slams him in his kidney, sending a shock of pain up his flank.
Nyxra comes up behind one of the redactors flanking Raven and swings her sword!
Aisling moves alongside Nyxtra, striking agin with her sword.
Aisling moves up with Nyxra, her blessed silver sword coming down on the redactor. He screams as the blade breaks through his ribcage, though the noise swiftly aborts into a hacking cough. He's on his last legs, and the elf ranger's heavy blow nearly bisects him. Hot blood sprays across both the women and the Raven.
The hell hound growls, but stops when a cold voice rings out. "Mephry." Nox says. "Stay. Let them deal with these fools for the moment."
"I think I can handle this one!" Jessibel declares, still maintaining the beat of her inspirational song. She makes a mini salute with her silver rapier, bane of lesser devils like the lemure. With a flourish, she jabs the point of her blade toward the misshapen monster.
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The sight of so many ugly things at once destroys the Raven's accuracy. At least Jessibel is doing well...
Vantine hurries up to get a better look at what's in the large room, and she doesn't like what she sees. Even she can see that Nox is in a very advantageous position. With her glaive she completely covers the only approach to herself. There's no way to divide her attention between different individuals, and she can carve up anyone trying to get to her before they can do anything.
It's a long shot chance, but she doubts the spell involved will be used otherwise. Vantine weaves an enchantment, which she drops right on top of Nox's hellhound.
Let's see just how much she likes that mutt.
Vantine unleashes her spell of sleep centered upon the hell hound - Mephry, apparently. It growls, glowering at her, but seems otherwise unaffected by the spell.
Jessibel continues her song of inspiration, which guides her blade deep into the lemure's quivering flesh. It shudders silently, losing much of its cohesion, but still it bubbles in awareness... such as it is.
The Raven is much less fortunate, however, as his own blow finds nothing but air. The redactor ducks under the attack, before coming up and ready to respond in kind.
The lemure turns to the woman that so hurt it, striking out with its hellish claws. Though she is able to ward away most of the attacks, one breaks through her defenses and armor both. Pain shoots through her leg as the devil's claws rip a gash in her thigh.
Nox sighs. "I see. Go, then." She gestures at Mephry, and he growls, froth abruptly gathering at his mouth as his muscles bulge. He howls, clawing at the ground.
Even before the howl ends, the sole surviving redactor sends a series of quick, feeble punches at the Raven before steps swiftly away, opening a path for the now berserk hellhound. The vigilante doesn't even need to block them - his armor takes their meagre impacts with nary an issue.
Furthermore, in the monk's desperate haste to get away from the Raven, he leaves himself open to the masked man's own counterattacks. The vigilante's poor luck persists, however, as he nearly trips over a nearby chair in his attempt to strike home - though he evades any difficulties with ease, it does throw off his punch just enough to let the Asmodean escape.
"Th-thank you, Nox!" He calls.
"Shut up. Your superiors'll be hearing of this, including the Lord-Mayor. He'll decide how to deal with your... failure." The ugly woman's mouth twists in disgust. "Mephry. Kill."
Nyxra steps next to the Raven and swings at the lemure.
Aisling mutters a prayer and a longswor of pure force appears from nowhere, stirking at Nox.
She then moves to attack the hellhound.
Aisling calls upon the power of Iomedae, unleashing a phantom sword that lashes out at Nox. The woman easily deflects the blow, though, looking more irritated than threatened, even as the Iomedaean circles around towards Mephry.
Nyxra's sword falls on the devil, and despite the resistance against her weapon, she manages to tear through the gelatinous body and end the thing's life.
Mephry launches himself across the floor, his paws pounding and claws tearing up the tiles of the floor. He leaps onto the table, his jaws opening wide and snapping about Aisling, but they only scrape her armor. Even the heat of his maw only warms the metal before she kicks away from the table.
Jessi nods to Nyxra for ending the devil (though she's pretty sure she could've handled it herself). She then scoots around the table, still singing, to try to end the unarmored redactor.
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Moving around the tabled pupper, the Raven draws his silvered dagger from its wrist-sheath and circles around, jumping up on the furniture and burying the devil-slaying weapon in the evil creatures flank.
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Vantine isn't surprised the spell fails to take hold. She instead fixes the hound her her glare and erodes its resistance to her.
Vantine glares at the hellhound, unleashing her magic against him once more. This time, however, whatever infernal powers drive him flinch back, unsettling him.
Meanwhile, Jessibel's performance continues to resonate through the hall as she attempts to put down the last of the redactors... who evades her efforts with ease, dodging the point of her blade despite the heavy injuries he's suffered.
Though he does his best to offer Mephry no opening, the Raven cannot do so, and the creature's jaws snap at him as he goes - however, he is able to give the beast's snout a punch to ward it away. Circling around, the Raven slashes into the infernal hound's hind leg. The beast bellows, whirling to face him.
Nox advances into the doorway, before pointing at the redactor. "Your turn." She grunts. The redactor's eyes grow wide, his teeth grinding, and he roars, ignoring the injuries done to him thus far as he lunges at Jessibel.
The redactor's assault is shockingly quick and violent. His formerly precise strikes have been abandoned in favor of pure power, and it works - the Magpie can't keep herself safe from them. First a punch knocks the wind out of her, then a kick slams into her hip, before she is catches a powerful palm strike across the face. Pain erupts across her body - it's impossible to tell whether any bones have been broken, but it sure as Hell feels like they have.
Nyxra circles around the table and tumbles into position...
...before swinging at the redactor that just attacked Jessibel!
Aisling swings her sword at the hellhound
The force weapon slashes at Nox, but misses.
Aisling's blessed sword cuts into the devil-dog, which roars, whirling and snapping at her. Nox deflects the manifestation of her goddess' sword with ease, still more focused on the combat than on the spell.
Nyxra rushes past Mephry, but isn't quite quick enough to avoid its attack. Fortunately, between his injuries and her own defenses, the attack does little more than force her to dodge out of the way.
With a quick, heavy-handed chop, the elf ranger cuts down the last of the redactors. Nox snorts, shaking her head. "Useless little s+%%s."
Mephry, meanwhile, dodges out of Aisling's reach, before growling and unleashing a blast of hellish fire towards her. While it doesn't quite reach her, it does strike the Raven and Nyxra both, searing flesh and charring armor. Though Nyxra is quick enough to avoid the worst of it, the Raven is, unfortunately, caught in the full force of the heat.
Jessibel keeps singing to inspire her friends, but the melody seems tense and her voice is beginning to sound a wee bit hoarse. She stabs once at Mephiry and then steps back from the beast, digging into her belt pouch for a glass vial .
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Vantine follows up on the hound by cursing his luck and laughing at him.
Fortunately the Raven is covered nigh head to toe in armor so the flames doth not singe him overmuch. He strikes again at the doom pup, his silvered dagger easily piercing whatever hellish resistances it carries, nevertheless the strike is anemic.
Vantine lashes out with another hex on the hellhound, her dark laughter sending more magic into the air. Though Mephry still seems somewhat uncertain, his fate resists her manipulation.
Jessibel keeps singing, pained though she is, and stabs Mephry in the flank, causing him to roar in fury, but before he can respond, she has backed away, grabbing at one of her potions.
Her mentor takes advantage of the injury she has inflicted on the infernal dog to stab into his other side. He growls, whirling on the vigilante - the blow just didn't have the physical force to take him out.
Nox takes a quick step forwards and slashes at Jessibel with her heavy polearm. Fortunately, the little outcropping of wall keeps Nox just out of position enough for the young bard to avoid the attack.
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Aisling steps into the fight, taking another swing at the hellohound while her summned sword strikes at Nox.
Her goddess is with her, it seems!
Nyxra turns and aims for the hellhound!
Aisling knocks the hellhound to the floor with a swift strike, leaving it bleeding out. Her goddess' sword slashes strong and true, cleaving through Nox's guard and armor both. She grunts, her face twisting in pain momentarily. Even as she does so, though, the spiritual weapon fades, the blood on it splattering onto the ground.
Vantine calls out to Nox. It sounds like a taunt, but the words are arcane and unintelligible. "Paha ennakko nousemassa!"
Vantine then calls out to her friends. "Stay away from her!"
"You don't have to tell me that twice!" Jessi retorts to Vantine after her close call with the ugly fighter's glaive. The bard takes another step back and quaffs her healing potion.
"Aren't you supposed to be some kinda great commander?" The Raven growls, ducking under the evil lady's polearm, getting in too close for her to use it effectivly. "You gave up the bridge - you're biggest adantage!" He slices at her stomach with his silvered knife. "Arrogant fool!"
Vantine unleashes a spell on Nyx, cursing her with ill fortune. Jessibel, meanwhile, steps away from Nox, drinking her potion and healing some of the injuries dealt by the redactor. Her mentor rushes forwards, stabbing into Nox's stomach, sliding his dagger between her armor. She growls, stepping back from his knife.
"Shut up." She growls, the injury he dealt her already gone - and some of the gash from Aisling's spell healing as she speaks. Adjusting her grip on the haft of her glaive, she attacks the Raven. Fortunately, he's able to block the attack, though only through the slickness of her blood on the haft shifting her grip suddenly. With that, she retreats, leaving her open to a quick attack by the vigilante - which swiftly deflects off of her armor as he fails to adjust for her sudden movement.
Vantine curses the Raven under her breath as the true arrogant, preening fool in the room as he ignores her and burns up the effect of her spell. Forced to start from scratch again, and with little time to work, she just barely chooses Nox over the Raven as the target of her baleful glare.
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Nyxra sheathes her sword and switches back to her bow and arrows.
"NOX!" Nyxra calls out before nocking an arrow. "I'M GOING TO BE THE ONE TO KILL YOU!"
She lets the arrow fly!
"EVENTUALLY!"
"All right--let's do this!" Jessibel hears herself say. Breaking into a new inspirational war chant, she closes on the glowering Nox, taking care to remain just outside the reach of the devil-woman's glaive.
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Aisling doesn't bother saying anything, she moves into combat with Nox, striking at her with her spell-powered sword.
Inspired by Jessibel and Aisling, the Raven charges in. "And now you've given up your reach! Fool!" He slices at her stomach again, trying to worsen the injury he already caused. "Maybe you should have traded your soul for a brain!"
