Dixie Dead Shake - Log 15
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xp_logsIn a final showdown, Selene takes on the world.
Jean closing with Selene was like a switch being flipped and everyone burst into motion. Her guards moved quickly, either directly engaging with the closest invader or moving to try and assist Selene as she met the firebird headon with her magics. Daniel stepped in front of Tante Mattie, his size shielding the elderly woman as he drove his thumb through the eye socket of a guard closing with him and wrenched it inwards, snapped through the bones and tore out the centre of the man's face.
Adam wove complex patterns, the white glow of his magical spells weaving around them as he laid down specific shields on them all for Selene's magic. He knew this Selene and her magic best and worked to proactively guard against her most insidious spells.
Amanda rolled her shoulders, Selene's magic sliding away from her like oily water under Adam's influence and her expression turned predatory. "Enough of this fucking bullshit," she muttered to herself as she conjured up a fireball, blasting a hole straight through the group of magic users trying to protect their queen.
“Language,” Jubilee quipped with a grin as she entered behind Amanda and immediately flipped to the side as a return barrage of fire flashed toward her.
She immediately returned fire, shaping her power into sharp edged disks that scythed through the air, harassing various attackers and giving them something other than magic or attacking to think about.
Sure, she could have killed them, and probably would eventually but right now she was more interested in making them get in the way and giving her companions openings to do their thing.
And that thing was brute force, in Rogue's opinion. Launching herself like a missile, both fists out and clenched, she rammed herself into a guard's chest, knocking him flat so that she could also tackle the one behind. Landing on her feet, she whipped around with a roundhouse kick, and knocked another one down. She knew bullets were flying at her, but at this point, it didn't even make her flinch. Full invulnerability was a blessing, and she was going to do enjoy it to the max.
The problem with being a thief was, well. In a fight? You were effective only once. Let's say once and a bit, because Felicia really had managed to nail some good hand to hand over the years, and it's not like claws were ineffective, but bringing Felicia to a magic fight tended to be gosh I sure hope I got them in the eye with that giant knife. There were things that helped, like tall dark corners and hidden perches, as well as others like unguarded flanks or cups, but in this case there were clusters of weavers, who with one stagger could backfire onto their entire group. It was easy enough.
"Though perhaps a sneezing fireball was a bit much," Felicia mused, hopping down behind the straggler just out of range to caress along his jaw before she ripped his throat clean.
Marie-Ange's hands were grey armor up to her elbows, her usual image of Jeanne d'Arc discarded in favor of something strange and rocky, protrusions sticking out of the imaged gauntlets like sea urchin spikes. She did not deliver a single punch - not herself, at least. In front of her and to her sides, and slithering in a staccato rhythm were serpents made of the same rock as her gauntlets. One twined around a guard and squeezed - the man's scream turned to a gurgling as his ribs cracked all too quickly.
The serpent dissolved, leaving a crushed corpse, and another formed itself out of nothing, perhaps darker and more metallic, and streaked with lines of red, and flakes of a drying rusty brown.
Kane and his wolf tore through the last line of Selene's mystically infused forces. Her powers boosted their strength and speed, but next to a newly restored Garrison, they had no chance. Kane pivoted, tossing a man in a low arc to smash into another who was weaving some kind of spell in his direction. Amanda and Marie-Ange had their forces in disarray and one hard push was enough to make them start to break, less afraid of the wrath of their queen than facing the barrage of magic and raw physical power that now battered them.
"Looks like Selene's cult of personality is starting to waver." Kane said, a quick jab breaking the shoulder of a second magic user, making the cantrip he was weaving sputter and fail.
"Enough!" Selene hissed. The witch had been trapped at the start of the fight by Jean, using magic to keep Jean's telekinesis and the manifestation of the firebird at bay. She broke back several steps, throwing up an ebon barrier that temporarily blocked Jean. "All of you are going to die for this, I promise you." She began to chant under her breath, and they could feel the magic flow past them. As it reached her followers, one by one, they suddenly stood straight, paralyzed by an unknown force. Black lights shone around them and traced lines of energy directly back to Selene. She reached out, gathering the threads in one hand and with a single gesture, made a fist and pulled her hand to her chest. The energy surged for a moment, and each of Selene's minions collapsed to the ground, withered and lifeless.
"They promised to give their lives in my service. It would have been a shame to disappoint them."
Kane burst towards her, but she swept her arm to the right and Kane was blasted off his feet in a wave of dark energy. He bounced off the floor a few times before coming to a halt. He was able to get back on his feet, but he hadn't felt a hit like that since fighting the Hulk.
A cage of energy caught her followup, but it held only seconds before the sheer force tore apart the majicks. Adam dropped down by Kane, building shields in depth. "This is raw magic!" He called out to Amanda. "She's not channeling it through any spell!" This was a kind of magic only the strongest mages could tap into but also the most dangerous. The raw power eroded even the most powerful minds quickly, like channeling the power of a raging river through a small hole in a dam, knowing that at some point, it would shatter the dam itself and carry everything away.
Channelling. Of course, they'd come all the way back to the beginning and Amanda knew what she needed to do. "Shield the others, I'll drain what I can from her!" she called back before she dropped her own shield and moved into Selene's eyeline. There was no need to taunt her to draw her fire - Selene directed her next blast squarely at the blonde witch. At the last moment, Amanda turned, letting the wave of dark energy hit her directly in the back. The thin material of her t-shirt was shredded away, revealing the spell carved into her back. The black energy crawled over the scarring, blistering the pale skin between the lines and Amanda gritted her teeth, dug her nails into her palms. Selene's blast sank into the spell, the scars writhing and twisting under the onslaught and then Amanda turned back to face Selene, her eyes blazing gold as she raised her hands and blasted the witch with a wave of golden light. Selene staggered back and lost her grip on the magic she was using to keep Jean at bay.
It was all the opening that was needed for the massive fire raptor to snatch Selene up in one of its massive talons, landing on the ground with enough force to knock over the massive throne. In the center of the firebird, Jean regarded Selene with a mixture of detachment and rage, the raptor letting out a shriek, its flamed tongue licking the sky.
Marie-Ange's lithic serpents had been slower and slower to appear, and when they did, they were glistening wetly. She let them all fall in the blinding moment of gold power from Amanda and stood amidst the damply dead remains of the last guards she'd strangled with them. For a moment.
Her gauntlets fell as she ran, replaced with simple black sleeves and wrist guards striped with gold. She sprinted, and one foot booted in imaged armor, the same black and gold landed on the splayed talon of the Phoenix. For a moment she wielded twin long knives, one on each hand, and then she leapt off the planted talon. The knives dissolved in the air.
And a spear replaced them, both of Marie-Ange's pale hands wrapped around it tightly. She struck Selene from above, through the chest, screaming fury and war before her feet hit the ground. And the spear stayed as she pulled it free and struck again, at Selene's throat, and it stayed as she pulled it free and struck at Selene's chest and one last time it stayed as she ran Selene through, piercing through her gut and twisting.
The witch took a moment, her eyes popped at the blade that had punched through her midsection. In her world, no one would have ever dared to raise a hand to her. She had layers on layers of shields, healing majicks, souls stolen to reinforce herself. But now, in this world and this place, Selene groaned, doubling up over the spear as she coughed up blood. She gave them one last contemptuous stare before the light dimmed and she collapsed, finally dead.
Dark flames involved her body; an ebon conflagration that consumed her form, leaving behind a scattering of ashes.
Jean closing with Selene was like a switch being flipped and everyone burst into motion. Her guards moved quickly, either directly engaging with the closest invader or moving to try and assist Selene as she met the firebird headon with her magics. Daniel stepped in front of Tante Mattie, his size shielding the elderly woman as he drove his thumb through the eye socket of a guard closing with him and wrenched it inwards, snapped through the bones and tore out the centre of the man's face.
Adam wove complex patterns, the white glow of his magical spells weaving around them as he laid down specific shields on them all for Selene's magic. He knew this Selene and her magic best and worked to proactively guard against her most insidious spells.
Amanda rolled her shoulders, Selene's magic sliding away from her like oily water under Adam's influence and her expression turned predatory. "Enough of this fucking bullshit," she muttered to herself as she conjured up a fireball, blasting a hole straight through the group of magic users trying to protect their queen.
“Language,” Jubilee quipped with a grin as she entered behind Amanda and immediately flipped to the side as a return barrage of fire flashed toward her.
She immediately returned fire, shaping her power into sharp edged disks that scythed through the air, harassing various attackers and giving them something other than magic or attacking to think about.
Sure, she could have killed them, and probably would eventually but right now she was more interested in making them get in the way and giving her companions openings to do their thing.
And that thing was brute force, in Rogue's opinion. Launching herself like a missile, both fists out and clenched, she rammed herself into a guard's chest, knocking him flat so that she could also tackle the one behind. Landing on her feet, she whipped around with a roundhouse kick, and knocked another one down. She knew bullets were flying at her, but at this point, it didn't even make her flinch. Full invulnerability was a blessing, and she was going to do enjoy it to the max.
The problem with being a thief was, well. In a fight? You were effective only once. Let's say once and a bit, because Felicia really had managed to nail some good hand to hand over the years, and it's not like claws were ineffective, but bringing Felicia to a magic fight tended to be gosh I sure hope I got them in the eye with that giant knife. There were things that helped, like tall dark corners and hidden perches, as well as others like unguarded flanks or cups, but in this case there were clusters of weavers, who with one stagger could backfire onto their entire group. It was easy enough.
"Though perhaps a sneezing fireball was a bit much," Felicia mused, hopping down behind the straggler just out of range to caress along his jaw before she ripped his throat clean.
Marie-Ange's hands were grey armor up to her elbows, her usual image of Jeanne d'Arc discarded in favor of something strange and rocky, protrusions sticking out of the imaged gauntlets like sea urchin spikes. She did not deliver a single punch - not herself, at least. In front of her and to her sides, and slithering in a staccato rhythm were serpents made of the same rock as her gauntlets. One twined around a guard and squeezed - the man's scream turned to a gurgling as his ribs cracked all too quickly.
The serpent dissolved, leaving a crushed corpse, and another formed itself out of nothing, perhaps darker and more metallic, and streaked with lines of red, and flakes of a drying rusty brown.
Kane and his wolf tore through the last line of Selene's mystically infused forces. Her powers boosted their strength and speed, but next to a newly restored Garrison, they had no chance. Kane pivoted, tossing a man in a low arc to smash into another who was weaving some kind of spell in his direction. Amanda and Marie-Ange had their forces in disarray and one hard push was enough to make them start to break, less afraid of the wrath of their queen than facing the barrage of magic and raw physical power that now battered them.
"Looks like Selene's cult of personality is starting to waver." Kane said, a quick jab breaking the shoulder of a second magic user, making the cantrip he was weaving sputter and fail.
"Enough!" Selene hissed. The witch had been trapped at the start of the fight by Jean, using magic to keep Jean's telekinesis and the manifestation of the firebird at bay. She broke back several steps, throwing up an ebon barrier that temporarily blocked Jean. "All of you are going to die for this, I promise you." She began to chant under her breath, and they could feel the magic flow past them. As it reached her followers, one by one, they suddenly stood straight, paralyzed by an unknown force. Black lights shone around them and traced lines of energy directly back to Selene. She reached out, gathering the threads in one hand and with a single gesture, made a fist and pulled her hand to her chest. The energy surged for a moment, and each of Selene's minions collapsed to the ground, withered and lifeless.
"They promised to give their lives in my service. It would have been a shame to disappoint them."
Kane burst towards her, but she swept her arm to the right and Kane was blasted off his feet in a wave of dark energy. He bounced off the floor a few times before coming to a halt. He was able to get back on his feet, but he hadn't felt a hit like that since fighting the Hulk.
A cage of energy caught her followup, but it held only seconds before the sheer force tore apart the majicks. Adam dropped down by Kane, building shields in depth. "This is raw magic!" He called out to Amanda. "She's not channeling it through any spell!" This was a kind of magic only the strongest mages could tap into but also the most dangerous. The raw power eroded even the most powerful minds quickly, like channeling the power of a raging river through a small hole in a dam, knowing that at some point, it would shatter the dam itself and carry everything away.
Channelling. Of course, they'd come all the way back to the beginning and Amanda knew what she needed to do. "Shield the others, I'll drain what I can from her!" she called back before she dropped her own shield and moved into Selene's eyeline. There was no need to taunt her to draw her fire - Selene directed her next blast squarely at the blonde witch. At the last moment, Amanda turned, letting the wave of dark energy hit her directly in the back. The thin material of her t-shirt was shredded away, revealing the spell carved into her back. The black energy crawled over the scarring, blistering the pale skin between the lines and Amanda gritted her teeth, dug her nails into her palms. Selene's blast sank into the spell, the scars writhing and twisting under the onslaught and then Amanda turned back to face Selene, her eyes blazing gold as she raised her hands and blasted the witch with a wave of golden light. Selene staggered back and lost her grip on the magic she was using to keep Jean at bay.
It was all the opening that was needed for the massive fire raptor to snatch Selene up in one of its massive talons, landing on the ground with enough force to knock over the massive throne. In the center of the firebird, Jean regarded Selene with a mixture of detachment and rage, the raptor letting out a shriek, its flamed tongue licking the sky.
Marie-Ange's lithic serpents had been slower and slower to appear, and when they did, they were glistening wetly. She let them all fall in the blinding moment of gold power from Amanda and stood amidst the damply dead remains of the last guards she'd strangled with them. For a moment.
Her gauntlets fell as she ran, replaced with simple black sleeves and wrist guards striped with gold. She sprinted, and one foot booted in imaged armor, the same black and gold landed on the splayed talon of the Phoenix. For a moment she wielded twin long knives, one on each hand, and then she leapt off the planted talon. The knives dissolved in the air.
And a spear replaced them, both of Marie-Ange's pale hands wrapped around it tightly. She struck Selene from above, through the chest, screaming fury and war before her feet hit the ground. And the spear stayed as she pulled it free and struck again, at Selene's throat, and it stayed as she pulled it free and struck at Selene's chest and one last time it stayed as she ran Selene through, piercing through her gut and twisting.
The witch took a moment, her eyes popped at the blade that had punched through her midsection. In her world, no one would have ever dared to raise a hand to her. She had layers on layers of shields, healing majicks, souls stolen to reinforce herself. But now, in this world and this place, Selene groaned, doubling up over the spear as she coughed up blood. She gave them one last contemptuous stare before the light dimmed and she collapsed, finally dead.
Dark flames involved her body; an ebon conflagration that consumed her form, leaving behind a scattering of ashes.
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Date: 2024-09-09 10:16 am (UTC)