Raindrop Valkyrie

Rayne placed her hand on her gut. It felt warm, damp. Blood. She wasn't really sure how she acquired the injury. Beau whinnied loudly. Even he was caught off guard. He immediately turned tail. Even though they had nearly brought their quarry low, it wasn't worth the risk of finishing them off. Rayne broke the haft off the javelin, leaving the tip where it was for the time being, she didn't want to dig it out before she was near their medic. It was probably a bad idea. She just held onto the wound, gritting her teeth as Beau ferried her to safety. She arrived next to Emilee, at least she believed that to be the name of her companion. She was the cute healer girl. She'd remember that hair anywhere. A pleasant and warm orange. Her clothes were nice too, like she was trying to give off a really fancy air. So, it was rather easy to pick her out of a crowd and from a distance. She was practically screaming for attention. Rayne didn't really get why though... perhaps she wanted people to notice her? She didn't really say much of anything when Beau landed, she was afraid to speak at the moment with her injuries. The pegasus tapped the woman on her shoulder with his chin. He snorted, quite hurriedly and several times as if in distress.It was as if he was saying "OI!!! Lady, The girlie needs healin' that wot your lot does innit? Come on! Hurry!" move to I14 ((not sure if I can Canto, but if I can still hold that until after Emilee heals.))

Snow, The Lady Ashford. Scientists? Snow had heard of them, but they were a rare breed. Really just wizards given a different name, or that fancied a different title, in reality. After all, magic in the world of Graterras, was mundane. It influenced everything. Spirits, existed in every bit of the elements that a normal human could perceive. Water acted as it did cause the spirits that created it acted that way. The air, fire, earth... everything natural acted in ways due to the spirits within them. Beings of untrue life, more akin to what someone else would call microorganisms. Rarely did they gain sentience or become elementals and usually when they did they still had to succumb to their natural limitations being incomplete or partial life. "That term is only really used by eccentrics trying to defer themselves from others of the field. Spirits, Fire, Air, Earth, Wind, and all their kinds aren't magical constructs. They are natural entities that are part of the world. Magic can compel them, ask them to do tasks, or force them, but it's a force of suggestion. It only enacts natural occurrences much faster and in much more predictable patterns than is normally thought possible. They can also be affixed to housing such as yourself, in the case of a very powerful spirit, one that approaches near sentience, close to being true life. Or, objects can be created that invoke certain patterns invoking magic, that programs the spirits to carry out a task. Smaller spirits can be suggested to do things with the right type of magical suggestion. It's like tugging the reins on a horse or something similar. One implies intent, the spirits read that intent, and replicate it. Some spirits are powerful enough on their own to have intent of their own or even deny the intent of others. These are typically called elementals. A Housing for one tends to increase their ability to function. You only sound like you are a spirit of a type I've yet encountered. I'm glad that the woman you accompany is not your power source. Some spirits, such as blood spirits inhabit humans and use them as a power draw. They tend to also use their bodies for ill-gotten goods in testing out their gained sentience. They are typically malevolent if that's not any indication."

Snow, The Lady Ashford. She stared at the... strange entity that was speaking to her. She wasn't really sure how to comprehend it. It didn't really give off any magical signs or the clear notes of a construct. It wasn't like her either. She couldn't really feel any indication that this was a being held together by life strings. It wasn't life by Graterran standards. So, what was it? Was it an elemental spirit of some kind she'd never seen before? It didn't seem to command any elements. Perhaps it was one of a concept, like intelligence? Such spirits didn't exist in Graterras, but that didn't mean they were impossible in other worlds. Maybe, none of them ever got powerful enough to manifest in Graterras. It claimed it was an AI, but that didn't mean anything to Snow. As for it's questions... "I do not require anything so long as I am attached to Aelia. Even if I were somehow disconnected, I'd still be fine as this body has no physical needs. I do need rest however. My mind is like that of a human's still. Aelia is powerful but even she can't change the nature of something like that. As for combat ability, I employ the Ice Magic of my soul. I can use wind magic as well but have decidedly less talent in the area and it's not useful for purely offensive magic anyway. Enough about myself. What are you? Is that body your host? Do you feed off her energy and use her as a husk to your purposes? Or, are you just a guiding spirit? I can't say I've ever seen a spirit of your type so I am not familiar with your kind."

Snow, The Lady Ashford. "Not that I know what any of those things are, but no. There's bounding limits. Firstly, my body can only be around the size of what it was in a prior life. Anything out of size range wouldn't properly animate. This would slow down my ability to function and most certainly make it harder for me to fight properly. Further, any foreign objects would at first be fine but they would cause extreme strain on my form. They would cause a rejection event. I don't know the extent of that but... I do know that it's not good. In living beings, body parts that aren't attuned to them die faster, if not outright causing an overload of their soul. That'll kill you." Snow adjusted her stance, she wasn't sure to think of this one. He was...odd. "I've never had it happen since I try to avoid dying more than necessary, it's rather unpleasant. However, my soul isn't as well insulated as a mortal's is. Therefore if my soul overloaded... it'd probably kill more than just myself. I'd eventually recover from it, but I doubt many of you would. The power within a soul, especially one as old as mine is immense. The long story short, I'm not possessing the armour, the armour is literally my body. Any modification to it with foreign objects, would be... catastrophic."

Snow, The Lady Ashford. "Hmmm, I'm not sure what this... vidya game is, but I do know what an elemental is. I'm not one of them. You're question would be highly correct in that case if I were an ice elemental. Their minds are frozen and they don't have the ability to process sane thought. Most can't even move. Prisoners of their own minds. It's a sad existence, one that can't be helped. One can only hope they have enough power to keep thier minds from entirely freezing over." Snow moved her hand around a lot, making sure it was articulating properly. Sometimes her soul wouldn't properly animate it when placing it back into place. It was fidgety at times, the field that determined what her body was. "My soul rather, is attached to this armour. I was once a living being, a human such as you. However, that was millennia ago. In life my deeds lead to the goddess Aelia, Mother of the Winds, Storms, and Mistress of the Mind, taking me as her champion. In such my soul has been affixed to this artifical body, extending my lifespan much further than a human's. Such, that I am no longer one. There's no real word for the entity I am. My fellows and I are referred to as mortals of Graterras as Divine Knights. We are the ones that serve as the arm of the gods in the Prime Material plane of existence. The ice you see, is merely a manifestation of my soul. Magic born from the immense power. There's a season you humans refer to as Winter. I am that season given once flesh, but now, a body of blessed silver."

Snow, The Lady Ashford. Snow sighed. "Welp, this one can't take an obvious joke. Noted. I hope this isn't an indication of anything more serious. Sensitive ones tend to have reasons for that." "Look, it was a joke. No disrespect was meant. I know my attitude probably hasn't endeared me to any of you here, but I assure you, disrespect is not my goal. We're both standing here. That is proof to some degree you're worthy of standing there. I'd hope you aren't some cosmic joke by the universe to get back at me for both our sakes cause that'd be much worse on your side of the bargain. I'd hope it not pick one over their head into this. That's a fate I've seen too many times. You, me... and the rest of us here... will only see it more if we fight amoungst ourselves. We are the last bastion that stands between... whatever the entity is that we fight and the people who can't defend themselves. I'm sure there's someone out there you care deeply about. If not, well many here do have those people. It's worth our sacrifices here to protect them. I've done it before. I've saved the world I lived on from something like this. This isn't something we can face fractured. So, I apologize if you took this as a slight. It wasn't my intention. I would shake your hand to confirm, however, the magic that surrounds my body makes it an impossible gesture." Snow unfastened the gauntlet from her armour, making sure it wouldn't fall from her hand. And she then pulled it away. The fingers only went limp, it only stopped articulating like a hand once she moved it away from her arm. Inside the armour, was nothing. A thin and hissing mist released from it. It was a cold that was freezing the very air it was touching. The room temperature notably dropped though maybe only a degree or three. She quickly resealed it. "I'd rather not cause you bodily harm in a gesture meant in good will. So I must reveal my nature to you. So, on my word, as The Lady Ashford, I meant no disrespect. I am well aware you have been chosen to be here. I hope to see why in the coming battles. After all, if you can take a wound to the gut as well as you did... you're quite the resilient one. A human in my time, my world... without healing magic. They'd have died from that. Maybe not the kind of special I'll ever get along with, but you are a special and remarkable warrior in your own right. I will always have respect for those you fight to protect others."

Snow, The Lady Ashford. "Sorry? What was that? Couldn't hear that over you screaming like a little girl upon the sight of me." Snow said, cocking her head in Kyle's direction. She then looked back to the woman in front of her as she heard her speaking. A goddess huh? SO that ring was Aelia. Sticking her nose in things. Though, Snow supposed it was technically not against the rules for Aelia to converse with another divine being. It only was for her to do it with mortals. Further evidence, the woman used her name without Snow telling it to her. So, Aelia definitely did. Woman... don't just be giving people's names out to just anybody... "I said as much already. Just keep it down and I don't mind it. As your intent is to meditate... I'm sure it'll be fine." if she still had a body... she'd be lucky to have a helmet on right then. Her eyebrow definitely would've twitched. She wasn't fond of the idea, but... Aelia sorta made this inevitable. Not sure... why she always had to try and get people to talk to her... Snow just pushed it to the back of her mind. She gestured inward and walked back towards the bed she had been on prior.

Snow, The Lady Ashford. Snow looked up and down inspecting the new arrival. Well... new to her anyway. A woman, dark hair... unnaturally golden eyes. Something not typcial in the human form she had. Snow new of none in Graterras that had eyes of a metalliac shade. It was typically a bad omen depending on the metal. Gold was one that was... hard to tell. It was a metal that was hihgly associated with beauty and fortune. But it also could bring signs of greed, over-consumption. Those with golden eyes, Luck. They were the bearers of the burden that was luck. One never knew what they were going to get when it came to those with golden eyes. There was also a feeling nagging at the back of her head. It was a strange... she swore she felt something, looking at this woman, but nothing she could really put her finger on. She wasn't really entirely sure what was happening but the anchor in her soul to Aelia rang. It was a soft, like it was an acknowledgement of something, wind chimes saying that a wind had blown. What the anchor was acknowledging though, she had no idea. In the mind of Mitsurugi. A gust of wind. a crack of thunder. Ice. A floodgate broke within the mind of the goddess. She could feel a presence pierce it's way within, though it wasn't hostile in the slightest. Among the feelings that rushed in, the concepts and emotions the presence invoked, was one of a matronly nature. A presence much more vast, and much older than Mitsurugi herself could even process was here. The mother of storms. A spirit that was a kindred one even if not exactly the same. She saw the disasters, storms of mighty wind, winter's power... crashing thunder. The feeling was weak, but it was a message. Mitsurugi could tell where it was emanating from. It wasn't the armoured woman that was standing before her. But, a being behind her. A vast distance could be felt. One, that traversed planes of existence. It was impossible for this to be anything less than the work of a god. She felt an acknowledgement. One of approval to some degree. A windchime sounded in her mind. Graceful. Serene. Then a voice. It sounded, a gentle breeze on a dreary winter morning. Tired, but, cheerful. Like one's mother at the end of a long day of work. "What a cute little goddess.~" the voice said. Mitsurugi could hear an innocent chuckle. She could almost imagine the face of a mother figure looking at a small child. Smiling, slight, but radiant. It felt warm now. The ice from the images of winter disappearing. "I do not know your name. But, I am Aelia. I am the mother of storms. The mind that glistens in the snow. What is before you, is my champion. Her name, is Snow Ashford. I hope that you treat her with as much respect as you would if it was me there myself. I'm afriad however, I must be brief. My connection to Snow is weak. She is far from me. And far from her home of Graterras. I must conserve my powers if need be to draw her home. If you tell her your name, I shall learn it myself. Take care, little goddess.~" Back to Snow. "Well, a majority of all the rooms are in a state of disrepair at this time. Most don't have a place that would be comfortable for such. There is still a few beds in this one. However, if you stop here... be quiet. I need the rest, so it'd be much appreciated. At the very least... keep the energy within the room as low as possible. All this excitedness makes it... impossible to rest my mind."

Snow, The Lady Ashford. No end to the loud noises. Snow wondered if these people were trying to test her patience or if they were just stupid. Knowin' most people... it was the later for sure. She sighed heavily, a gout of frosty breath freeing once more from her winged great helm. She stood up, and walked over to the door. She opened it to find quite a few new faces. "Great... more of them. As if the ones I already had to deal with weren't bad enough." the thought passed through her mind causing yet another gout of frost to exit her helmet. "Going to keep having a party outside my door all day or? I don't mind, I'd only like an idea of whether I'll actually be able to meditate in peace or not."

Snow, The Lady Ashford A loud sigh came forth from the woman as she was sitting on the bed as the veritable zoo in the hall. "Pyron's Sack... these people are the louder than a god damned owlbear in heat." she thought in her head. she wondered if she should protest, or jsut keep sitting here trying to continue this futile endeavor. "I came back here to GET AWAY form the LOUD mortals and assorted others, keep it DOWN!"

Snow, The Lady Ashford. "Finally... peace and fucking quiet." said as she walked into one of the rooms that still had a bed. This part of the castle was definitely once more luxurious, it echoed the glamour of the past everywhere. Many of the bedrooms were looted and not in their original form. One could see where guided plating or... something of the sort was torn from the walls. She settled in, dusting off the sheet, and sat on the bed legs crossed. "Now, maybe I can continue from earlier. People rather enjoy ruining my meditation today."

It was crucial that she remove the soldier to gain an advantage in the coming assault on the bridge. Her allies would need to remove the archer to ease her approach anyway, so the detour necessary to do so wasn't too much an obstacle. Subconsciously she took this in not really paying it all that much heed. Beau continued to fly towards the opponent as she idly and instinctively told him to go there. "I wonder how my sisters are doing... It's been awhile since I left home. I hope mother isn't being too hard on them since I left. One of them will have to fill my spot after all." she thought int the interim of the travel. She snapped back into reality once she reached the distance at which she could properly hit a target. Move to I18, Attack Soldier 2 with Iron Javelin. ((not using Canto at current until after the results.))

Snow, The Lady Ashford. The Horrors that Snow Saw. Her conversation cut short with the now confirmed reaper, Snow was relatively upset to some degree. She had wanted to assure the woman that she held no ill harbor towards her. That if anyone understood her existence it was her. A reaper was no different than her, at least in a sense. The Ones who traversed the veil of death and life, they were much akin to the Divine Knights themselves. Only they served Mortimo, the Eternal Judge, the keeper of the sands of time. They were the arms of his into the mortal realm. The shepherds who ferried and guided souls to the afterlife. They were more agreeable than... some of the other knights that was for sure... even if they couldn't truly be known as knights. Having taken the journey, having died many times, Snow was no longer afraid of death. She was in fact... friends with the Maiden in Silver. She who heralds heroes on wings of gold, with a crown of silver. So, in the glimpse of time Snow didn't see her death. She saw something... much worse. She saw a familiar shape. One of a human male, infused with a beard of slimy wet tentacles. He wore a broad jacket of the gaudiest sapphire blue so bright you could swear you saw it from the orbit of the planet. A giant anchor rested on his back, in his hands he held a harpoon. It was Unmistakable. It was the Dread Lord Ignacio himself, standing before her. "Aelia's Tits... why are you here? Get bored without me around kicking your ass?" The squidman smirked, a wide smile, full of rotten teeth. The amount of madness that poured from those lips cracked them bloody. The bloody wounds glistened with unsettling crimson. The true mark of the mad. So vile the words and magic that passed through those ripped the body rebelled until it could rebel no more. It destroyed itself, rather than be subject to the foulness that passed them. Snow was standing there wishing his stupid head would explode. All the sickening emotion from seeing that bastard in but a moment. She wished she still had a stomach... then she could at least purge the foul feeling from her gut. But the flash didn't stop there. He spoke. "Sorry, no sweet cheeks~" *gag* his terrible rotten voice that smelled of spoiled grog and... other unmentionable smells. "I wish, but no. I'm here to inform you I'll be taking over your position with Aelia. She feels sad that ye abandoned 'er, so instead she be taking me as her new 'umble knight. I be the new KNIGHT OF WIND, DARRRRRRRLIN'!!!" He said posing as sexily as he could. He clicked his heels together three times and suddenly his terrible pirate garb began to shine with a bright silver light. When it passed suddenly he was in a skin tight silver dress. He flexed his muscles as the dress underneath it groaned as if it were about to rip into shreds. He tapped his newly gained silver high heels on the ground and swayed his hips from side to side so much Snow thought she'd be sea sick. "Arrr, So, wit me bein' the new knight n' all ye can slide back into that cushy and totally 100% fight free afterrrrlife ye so fond of~" After... that Nightmare. Yeesh... *shudders* Snow was felt so sick to her stomach she felt nearly human again. It was only the fact that she couldn't expel the vileness that laid in her 'stomach' that left her know she was still in her divine body. The feeling was so intense she couldn't even pay attention to the goings on. She hadn't even noticed the man take his true form. She could just see... Ignacio's... STUPID... FACE. GODS BE DAMNED I'M GOING TO PUNCH THAT BASTARD THE NEXT TIME I SEE HIM JUST TO MAKE SURE THAT WASN'T REAL. I feel... so violated right now. Why in the name of all things holy was he WEARING A DRESS?! Snow was visibly shaken. A rare sight indeed. After all... she saw the only thing that would ever scare her. Her "death" as it were.

Snow, The Lady Ashford. "Hmm, the girl who... fights rather interestingly. No. I have not. I do not know caused that reaction. I'm sure she has her reasons. I'd rather not push the issue though. I tend to find that makes situations worse instead of helping them." She new it was something upsetting the girl. It was a reaction akin to things she had seen before... but she couldn't place it. It felt... like something about her caused Kageri a panic attack of sorts. As if it ignited something in her. Snow had seen the response in some soldiers after the war with The Faceless Dragon. They didn't have a name for the phenomenon. Perhaps it was this that the girl was experiencing? She couldn't really be sure. But she knew pushing on something like that would most likely just end badly. "I thought you weren't into handshakes. Turned down mine earlier." Snow said an air of frostbitten snark lingering on her words. Her grip, most definitely firm and strong.

Snow, The Lady Ashford. "Hmmm, Magna. No, I will be fine thank you." Though Snow thought about her statement. Don't work on her? They even worked on Snow herself, despite lacking a biological body. She could only really think of one conclusion, though she wasn't sur if it was correct but... given Magna's abilities it'd make sense. Undead. However, of what kind.. indeterminate. Her powers seemed to be like those of Mortimo's avatars... the Reapers. The Shepards between the Veil. Perhpas her mind was only reaching but, it fell into place... almost too neatly to ignore. The Reapers were a presence of good within the world and Magna was here with them after all. So she wasn't a threat nor something to worry about. Snow felt she could leave it a mystery for now, in regards to if she were correct. It was something that in the end hardly mattered. It was the content of one's character that defined who they were. "I've not received any injury to my knowledge. And, I have my own potion after all. This seems a rather flimsy attempt to converse with me. But, I shall allow it." Snow seemed completely unphased by the movement of the castle. After all... she had lived in the Tower of Ivory. Aelia's evershifting masterpiece. It was old hat for her.

Perhaps spurred by wanting to forget the embarrassment she was feeling for whatever reason, Meredith put her all into her next blow. She struck out with her lance and it met it's target. A sickening crack sounded, clearly bones breaking, indicating that the blow had struck true. The Spear had lodged itself up and through the Pegasus Rider's ribcage, pushing aside the bone in an effort to find it's way out the other side. Meredith went to yank her spear back, but, the rider came with it, colliding into the dirt, now naught but a puppet without strings. The pegasus reared back in protest as it's rider was ripped from it's saddle, fear in it's eyes. The beast knew it's master was gone and as a result in fled. Meredith turned back to her group. "Hopefully that gives ya some time to patch yourselves up. It's important we're in as good of shape as we can be." She gave them a thumbs up, smiling with just a small tilt of her head. It might've been considered cute... if she wasn't covered in blood.

Snow, The Lady Ashford. I'm not sure quite what's happening... but something isn't right here. Snow thought to herself. After watching the fight more closely, the way all of these events were occurring was... strange to say the least. At certain times, pieces of the armour would move and activate. All times they'd sit all but still. Something was happening but she'd yet to catch a glimpse of what it was. She'd grit her teeth if she had them. She made an effort to focus on watching the foes they were fighting and see if she could pick out anything out of the ordinary, in their movements or if she could catch what was happening. She knew without a doubt Crimson would've known what was happening alreasy. His mind just had a brilliant streak for battle strategy. She missed having that quite often as it proved invaluable in the war against the Faceless One and his demonic scales. However, she'd have to fly on her own here, at least until these folk proved their worth. Use Windstep, Basic Defense,while intentely focusing on ascertaining the enemy strategy.

"What? No. Nothing at all. It's a battle. Talking isn't that common, got to focus." Meredith looked a bit flustered though. She went about two shades more red at the address. It might've been hard to tell though due to how red her hair was. Meredith took a deep breath pushing all of it down. She was pretty good at suppressing emotion at this point. Especially on the field of battle. "Speaking of which... YOU!!!" she shouted pointing her spear at the Pegasus Knight. "You're mine~" Deflecting having to have a conversation by fighting. Well, least it was something pretty important to be doing. Move to Y11, and attack Pegasus Knight 8 with Iron Lance.

" Eeeeh, dang trees. Making it hard to aim." Rayne sighed, exasperated. It wasn't that Rayne couldn't adapt to the circumstances, quite the contrary. it was that it gave her target the time to react. It was that slim margin that ended in her missing. " Come on Beau, let's show 'em what a mistake they made exiting that forest. " Move to C13, Teach Myrm 2 why walking out of dem trees was a baaaad move, then canto to C18.

Snow, The Lady Ashford. Snow's relaxed her stance, before drawing both her swords. Unlike most Auroran Warriors, Snow's sword style was of a more complex nature. It took notes from the rigid and deliberate stances of a more typical style of the region. However it wasn't the only place she took lessons from. She had incorporated the flow and graceful liquid movement that came from sword style developed in the Crystal Isles. Often their swordsmen incorporated elemental strokes of magic into their blades. They flowed along with the spirits, an struck with them to devastating effect and unparalleled finesse. There was soft winds. Gentle breezes that caressed ones cheek. One's that instilled a creeping frost or a light flit of morning dew. The Zephyr, the winds of trade and travel. The Eastern Bladestyle represented them. However, oft forgot were the hard winds. Storms, typhoons, gales. They crashed with excessive and explosive force and were near impoosible to blow off course. They were represented by the Harsh Northern Bladestyle. Snow married the two together, to create a powerful technique, one comprised of elements of brute power, rigidity, and explosive strength, but in the same vein, finesse, grace and efficient motion. Snow while she embodied winter, also embodied the wind. She squared herself as she drew her blades and heaved forth the Fang in her left hand. Like before, it had sent a blade flying. A blade of pure ice. If one looked it seemed to nearly "cut" the air around it, separating a portion of it to flash freeze into a blade of frigid ice. She aimed directly for the left arm, hoping to if not watch it come apart, but to knock it ajar. Use a basic attack, Twin Fangs of Winter, on Robotic Arm Left. ((this applies Snow's Perk, Embodiment of Winter.)) Ice Calamity CD is... ?/? ((can't remember the max CD of it at the moment. need to check and edit later.))

You know... I wondered where Viri got that from. Now I know.

Well than, safe to say I'm not as rusty at Shy as I thought I'd be. First game in awhile annnnd S-. So, that's something I guess. TL:DR of this game. I was stupid far ahead becuase the Cho thoguth he could duel me when he was maxing W. He was super wrong. He'd have had to have maxed E to even stand a chance, but he did not. So, due to a nice early roam from the Leblanc and a very good counter gank from Gnar, I got a few kills under my belt and basically snowballed. The Cho got further and further behind as he allowed me to basically push him back and low health him constantly, picking fights he couldn't win at all. Sadly, he was rather close to tower so I couldn't exert my kill pressure as well as I'd have hoped. Enter Mid game. My map pressure at this point was pretty dumb ((considering I roamed mid and killed the Fizz just cause I wanted to. Didn't even lose my tower Cho was that behind)) As a result I picked up some... questionable item choices. ((Phantom Dancer)) for my Offensive Item and then went into offensive tanked based shenanigans like Shyvana do. Once I had both Sunfire and Spirit Visage... really no one could do that great of damage to me outside of Vayne who I didn't really even need to focus on cause she apparently doesn't understand that just cause you're standing behind a tank... doesn't mean I can't hit you. Cause well... Hydra doesn't care. So long as I had my ult I could also jump on her and blow her up or hope that Malz would click R on her. My Ult really came in handy this game as it basically let me chase literally anyone and anything and the speed of my AAs due to having a strong AA item basically put my ult into a really easily usable timeframe. Due to having basically an abundance of everything I could've wanted other than lifesteal... I started to build Bork. Sadly, we ended the game too fast. All in all, had a pretty solid game where I was doing silly experimental stuff cause I could. Damage graphs for those curious.