Chevaleresse

"Don't make assumptions. I ain't gonna slow down to worry about them, I just don't want anyone to come crying to me become Mr. Invoker or Miss Butterflies over here couldn't keep up."

". . . This is who they chose for this? A bunch of kids that sound like they barely got let off their mother's apron strings?" The brunette shook her head. "Gimme a break."

A brunette wearing heavy armor and a rather irritable look stood in the field with her arms crossed. A shadow seemed to cross her face whenever her eyes flicked across one of the non-Caliss members of the newly formed Guard, at least as far as she could judge by clothing and armor patterns. "I hate waiting. You'd think that if this was so important, they'd cut down on all the time spent standing around doing nothing."

"Everyone, quickly, to the dock! We haven't got much time!" N15

LOTUS analyzes one of the flying creatures for weaknesses, while Isobel strikes at one of the smaller creatures with her hatchet for [6] damage. Jade empties his revolver into the same flying creature, blowing all of its wings off for [165] damage! The thing crashes into the ground with a snapping noise, unmoving. Liliya stabs the monster Isobel was already hatcheting for [19] damage. Spicy HG rushes Lesser Lahmu B with a number of light attacks, hitting it [5] times for 10 damage total. The remaining flying creature dives at Jade, [Success] but he deftly avoids the creature's flailing limbs. Dackly opens her tome, attempting to find the entry on Gilgamesh. "G̼i̩̜̘͞ͅl̵͔g̶̯a̗m̪̯̤̫͖̤e̤͓͜s̨h͎̖,͉͔̗̯͖ ̙̺̲̘͘t҉h̨̦̹̠͇͍͖e͍̖̞̝̩̩ ̰̤́K̵͙̣̝i̠̲̤̙̜n̬̪͔g̩̬̪̕ ̷̣̲̹̤̬̲o͜f̡̞̫̺̰̬͚ H̲̙̜̲̪e͕̝̖ͅr͕̟̠̜͚̥͞o͙̻͈e̜s̻̝͔̩̥͈,̻ ̥̺̼̗̙̬̹͞ẁ͚̥̫̼̹̙ͅh̻̗͓̥͓͍̣o̼̱̺̱̘͎͝ ̙̪̩͟w̶̲i̯̼͘ͅe̟̠l̮̜͠d̫͙̳͖s͙ ̼͔̥͚̳a̠̩̲̪͠ḷ̛̱̟ͅl̳͓̭͡ ̷͈͚̦̹̖͕t͔̻̪r̭̰e̱̬̳̰͉̘̜ą͚̻s̴̼̠u̳̞r̤͖̯̣̦̘͡e̟̤̞̬̝s̪̖͖͈̙̮ͅ ̥͙̯̜̩̦̫͡ķ̲n̸͈͙̪̩̲̗o̢̟̱w͙̗̭̘͈̕ͅͅn̛ͅ ̨̹͍͚̙t̵͈̭͔o̮̝̦͡ ̸̱͇̟̱̜͇̻M̀҉̘̙̱̬̹͖̳͔͍̖͓̟͙̲͇͙̠a̴̶̘̯͉̺̘̪̪͈̟͈̻̲ǹ̶̵̜̪̳͈̣̩̰̭̳͔͘,͈̭̙̀͜͢ ͡͏̻̪̜̲͚T̡̨̺̥̰̪̭̠̳̼̻̰͕͉̣̥̪̰͎͔́͘ͅh͏̙͔̦̺̥̯e͘͏҉̯̤̠͍̘̠̣̦̤̤͔̳͝ ̷̵̵͇̣̙͉̙͎̤̥̟͚̣̻͕̦̘̞̼͜Ẹ̡̢̩̗̰̰͖̲̱͈̩̖̝̥̞̭̺̗͡͡ń̢̦͙͈̖͔̞͔̮̬͈̹͇͎͢͞͠é̶̱͚͍̫̯̹͉̩̥̟͈m̡̨̺̺̟͙͇͇͍̦̳̕͞͞ỳ̥̪̺͎͓,̷̼̖̠̖̱̹̜̞͙͉̺̮̩̜͝ ̶̛̟̼͉̥͖̱͇̰̯̣w̴̢͕̤͓̪͇̞͙̫̗͚̼̘̬͙̫͕̙̦͝ͅḩ̵̸̨͉̺͙̮̣͖̣̯̣̜̫̻͝ͅo̷̢̞̠̘̬̺͖͕͖̹̲̖͍̙͔̘̜͟ ̗͉̳̝͖͖̯̯̕͡m̶̗̳̩̬̮̖̱͍̰͡ͅu͏͇̝̼̖̬̩̪͚̦̭̱̣͔͘ͅś̸̟̙͈̙͕͢t҉̷̺͈̯͈̼̻ ̴̨̛͙̜̦̯̗̱̭̟̝̞͢͟b̯̩̟̻͙̫͎̱̦͈̫̖̹͟͜ḛ̡̡̨̛͍̫̠͍͜-̧̣͍̹͇̩͍͚̯̰͎͔̗̤̻̬͘̕ͅ" Huh, that's odd. The lesser Lahmu charge at the party! 3 of them target Spicy HG, raking her with claws and teeth for [20] damage total. The last one scrabbles toward Jade, [Fail] biting his leg for [10] damage. The first of the largest beasts jabs a sharpened limb toward Isobel, giving her a deep cut for [10] damage. The second one runs at Liliya, stabbing her for [14] damage. Soryn creates a barrier of blood around Jade, protecting him from further harm. Lexiel summons a Soul Warden. Initiative Status

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"Just stay outta my way and nobody will get hurt that isn't supposed to."

Atton rakes the smaller monsters with machine gun fire, dealing [8] damage to them. Bridgett casts a defensive ward over herself and a few of her teammates, bracing them for the onslaught to come. The flying beasts swoop down at Friedhold and Ritsu, dealing [11] and [9] damage respectively as they rake wickedly curved talons across the two. Venus fires a carefully placed shot at the second of the larger lahmu, dealing [26] damage. The lesser beasts swarm forward, ganging up on Ritsu in a barrage of claws and teeth for [33] total damage. Ritsu retaliates by striking at the first of the larger ones for [14] damage; her chainsaw tears open a ragged wound that immediately begins leaking blood. The monster counters in turn, jabbing Ritsu with a sharpened limb for [11] damage. It bleeds for [9] damage. The second of the beasts charges her as well; she barely manages to avoid the worst of the damage, but the limb still skims across her for a further [6] damage. Edmond shocks and burns the second Lahmu for [15] damage, leaving it vulnerable to further attack. Friedhold sends an insect swarm to bite and harass Gilgamesh. Alexandria raises her barrier. Some sort of pulse rattles across the battlefield from another section of the battle. (Heads) The Lahmu nearby begin to twist and mutate. The first two Lesser Lahmu are surrounded in a strange, eye-wrenching distortion of space and light. Somehow, after it faded, both of them looked to be a haphazard jumble of robotic parts, rather than organic ones. The second two sprout an extra limb apiece, each one a clearly human hand. One clad in what looked like a sort of blue jumpsuit, the other mailed in what looked like bronze. The first Bel Lahmu has something similar happen, this one covered in a black and skull-adorned armor. The second sprouts a number of extra, fleshy wings, immediately picking up speed. Greater Lahmu A's maw is filled with another layer of teeth, haphazardly grown in but sharp and dangerous-looking. Nothing visibly happens to the second Greater Lahmu, but a field starts to rapidly expand from it. In it, light seems to be warped and inconsistent, illuminating the battlefield strangely. . . and perhaps more disconcertingly, the inanimate objects on the field (and Alexandria, perhaps worryingly) begin bleeding, oozing blood from every surface. This all seems to induce something in the creature, as it coughs up something *blindingly* bright. Initiative Status

V6 cursed stab

Gilgamesh's taunts prompted an angry sound from Hiroki; she wasn't about to sit here and let some guy on a floating chair belittle her. She was one of the strongest fighters in all of Tempest! The fury welling in her actually helped steel her against the disturbing sight of the monsters boiling forth from the mines as her main cannons wound up. "You're going to eat those words!" she called out in a harsh, artificial voice filtered through her mech. It was enough to cover the whine that warned her enemies of what was about to happen; namely, the massive wave of plasma that burst forth from her mech's myriad guns, sweeping over all of the enemies before her. Divine Challenge on Greater Lahmu B. Curtain Fire all enemies.

Delay Action until Hikari moves Shukuchi on Greater Lahmu A Stats and Loadout

Plans were laid, groups organized, diviners consulted and agreements settled. The party found their march to the outside largely unhindered; they'd dealt an incredible blow to the House Shienar war machine, and it seemed that enemy forces would rather avoid the demonstrably powerful troop marching toward their base of operations rather than try to bring them to a halt. . . or so it seemed, anyway. A detachment of Asterlux troops followed them; with the siege broken, they could finally spare the help. The sun was cresting the horizon as the party moved through increasingly hilly and rocky terrain. Remains of campsites, hurriedly abandoned, dotted the countryside, growing denser as they moved. The "camp" above the mine, though, was reminiscent of a king's palace. Opulent golden items of all varieties practically littered the area, decorating the squat, practical facilities built outside the mine's entrance. A brilliant red carpet, kept incredibly clean despite the place's status as a mine-turned-army camp, led up to their adversary. A golden dais held stairs leading up to an ornate throne, and on the throne lounged a man dressed in a sort of finery, a (golden of course) goblet full of what looked like wine held lazily in one hand. He almost seemed to ignore the arrival of the group for a moment, gazing into his drink. He took a sip, finally deigning to glance at the party through red, catlike eyes. He leisurely placed the goblet aside, and turned his head to look at them more properly. "Ah, so the mongrels have finally arrived." His eyes narrowed. "As if it was even permissible for them to gaze upon me, let alone - hah! - try to stage some sort of resistance!" It seemed like the so-called King of Heroes was about to burst into laughter at the very idea. "I've no patience for pest control. Begone with you. It disgusts me to even share the ground with you." The ground rumbled slightly, and the "dais" began to raise itself out of the ground, throne and all. Slowly enough that one could reach it, of course, but that may not have been the most immediate concern. An unholy screeching, chittering sound burst forth from within the mines, and the abominations the party had fought previously began to boil outward, a horrific mass of spiked limbs, all-too-human teeth, and unnatural movements rushing toward them. Initiative Status

Plans were laid, groups organized, diviners consulted and agreements settled. The party found their march to the outside largely unhindered; they'd dealt an incredible blow to the House Shienar war machine, and it seemed that enemy forces would rather avoid the demonstrably powerful troop marching toward their base of operations rather than try to bring them to a halt. . . or so it seemed, anyway. A detachment of Asterlux troops followed them; with the siege broken, they could finally spare the help. The sun was cresting the horizon as the party moved through increasingly hilly and rocky terrain. Remains of campsites, hurriedly abandoned, dotted the countryside, growing denser as they moved. The "camp" above the mine, though, was reminiscent of a king's palace. Opulent golden items of all varieties practically littered the area, decorating the squat, practical facilities built outside the mine's entrance. A brilliant red carpet, kept incredibly clean despite the place's status as a mine-turned-army camp, led up to their adversary. A golden dais held stairs leading up to an ornate throne, and on the throne lounged a man dressed in a sort of finery, a (golden of course) goblet full of what looked like wine held lazily in one hand. He almost seemed to ignore the arrival of the group for a moment, gazing into his drink. He took a sip, finally deigning to glance at the party through red, catlike eyes. He leisurely placed the goblet aside, and turned his head to look at them more properly. "Ah, so the mongrels have finally arrived." His eyes narrowed. "As if it was even permissible for them to gaze upon me, let alone - hah! - try to stage some sort of resistance!" It seemed like the so-called King of Heroes was about to burst into laughter at the very idea. "I've no patience for pest control. Begone with you. It disgusts me to even share the ground with you." The ground rumbled slightly, and the "dais" began to raise itself out of the ground, throne and all. Slowly enough that one could reach it, of course, but that may not have been the most immediate concern. An unholy screeching, chittering sound burst forth from within the mines, and the abominations the party had fought previously began to boil outward, a horrific mass of spiked limbs, all-too-human teeth, and unnatural movements rushing toward them. Initiative Status

Plans were laid, groups organized, diviners consulted and agreements settled. The party found their march to the outside largely unhindered; they'd dealt an incredible blow to the House Shienar war machine, and it seemed that enemy forces would rather avoid the demonstrably powerful troop marching toward their base of operations rather than try to bring them to a halt. . . or so it seemed, anyway. A detachment of Asterlux troops followed them; with the siege broken, they could finally spare the help. The sun was cresting the horizon as the party moved through increasingly hilly and rocky terrain. Remains of campsites, hurriedly abandoned, dotted the countryside, growing denser as they moved. The "camp" above the mine, though, was reminiscent of a king's palace. Opulent golden items of all varieties practically littered the area, decorating the squat, practical facilities built outside the mine's entrance. A brilliant red carpet, kept incredibly clean despite the place's status as a mine-turned-army camp, led up to their adversary. A golden dais held stairs leading up to an ornate throne, and on the throne lounged a man dressed in a sort of finery, a (golden of course) goblet full of what looked like wine held lazily in one hand. He almost seemed to ignore the arrival of the group for a moment, gazing into his drink. He took a sip, finally deigning to glance at the party through red, catlike eyes. He leisurely placed the goblet aside, and turned his head to look at them more properly. "Ah, so the mongrels have finally arrived." His eyes narrowed. "As if it was even permissible for them to gaze upon me, let alone - hah! - try to stage some sort of resistance!" It seemed like the so-called King of Heroes was about to burst into laughter at the very idea. "I've no patience for pest control. Begone with you. It disgusts me to even share the ground with you." The ground rumbled slightly, and the "dais" began to raise itself out of the ground, throne and all. Slowly enough that one could reach it, of course, but that may not have been the most immediate concern. An unholy screeching, chittering sound burst forth from within the mines, and the abominations the party had fought previously began to boil outward, a horrific mass of spiked limbs, all-too-human teeth, and unnatural movements rushing toward them. Initiative Status

Plans were laid, groups organized, diviners consulted and agreements settled. The party found their march to the outside largely unhindered; they'd dealt an incredible blow to the House Shienar war machine, and it seemed that enemy forces would rather avoid the demonstrably powerful troop marching toward their base of operations rather than try to bring them to a halt. . . or so it seemed, anyway. A detachment of Asterlux troops followed them; with the siege broken, they could finally spare the help. The sun was cresting the horizon as the party moved through increasingly hilly and rocky terrain. Remains of campsites, hurriedly abandoned, dotted the countryside, growing denser as they moved. The "camp" above the mine, though, was reminiscent of a king's palace. Opulent golden items of all varieties practically littered the area, decorating the squat, practical facilities built outside the mine's entrance. A brilliant red carpet, kept incredibly clean despite the place's status as a mine-turned-army camp, led up to their adversary. A golden dais held stairs leading up to an ornate throne, and on the throne lounged a man dressed in a sort of finery, a (golden of course) goblet full of what looked like wine held lazily in one hand. He almost seemed to ignore the arrival of the group for a moment, gazing into his drink. He took a sip, finally deigning to glance at the party through red, catlike eyes. He leisurely placed the goblet aside, and turned his head to look at them more properly. "Ah, so the mongrels have finally arrived." His eyes narrowed. "As if it was even permissible for them to gaze upon me, let alone - hah! - try to stage some sort of resistance!" It seemed like the so-called King of Heroes was about to burst into laughter at the very idea. "I've no patience for pest control. Begone with you. It disgusts me to even share the ground with you." The ground rumbled slightly, and the "dais" began to raise itself out of the ground, throne and all. Slowly enough that one could reach it, of course, but that may not have been the most immediate concern. An unholy screeching, chittering sound burst forth from within the mines, and the abominations the party had fought previously began to boil outward, a horrific mass of spiked limbs, all-too-human teeth, and unnatural movements rushing toward them. Initiative Status

Hiroki was having difficulty actually formulating a response; she was already a bit emotionally compromised from the audience, and this was humiliating. She actually refused to accept the proffered assistance for a few moments, futilely struggling to stand and continuing to fail. She stopped for a moment, then begrudgingly and wordlessly seized Grima's hand, levering herself upward to the point where she could actually get her feet under her, then stumbled backward awkwardly. It almost looked as if she was about to topple over backward again, but thankfully Hiroki managed to right herself. "No, it was my fault. I apologize." Hiroki was glad that the artificial voice hid the strain in her speech, because there was a lot to be found in it at the moment.

N13, hatchet Jona

The abrupt assault on Grima also reached her ears, as a sort of discordant, electronic screeching sound burst from the figure on impact; the voice changer was thoroughly uncertain in how to handle the sounds Hiroki made upon crashing into another person and falling over. Thankfully, she managed to quiet herself down when they stopped tumbling. This wasn't exactly a savior to her dignity, though; she was flushed red beneath her hood, and before even attempting to get up, she tried her best to rearrange her cloak to cover herself back up. . . which, of course, meant her hands actually coming out from under the cloak for a few moments. After all of this squirming about and squishing atop the stranger, she finally rolled sideways off of her. The cloaked figure tried to stand, but was evidently having difficulty doing so in tall platform shoes.

"Tsukihashi Kageharu. And flying will at least distract them from us, if they look up." Kage shrugged, and stepped through the fence, trying to watch for the aforementioned police. He didn't have any special tricks to get closer to where the victim had appeared, so he started to circle around, avoiding the Ferris wheel and associated buildings for now. Truth be told, he didn't really know what he was looking for; he hadn't actually fought a witch before, and the cops would have already hunted down bloodstains and the like. All he knew was that he was going to look deeper into the park, places where fewer people had been. Maybe the security buildings were worth an inspection?

The only reply Mommo received was a short burst of static. Hiroki wanted to tell the Giant what should have been obvious; that the time to think about it was now. It was pointless, though, she was just going to embarrass herself and possibly anger Aries. It hurt to admit, but she just wasn't ready to fight a god. And if that were to happen here, there was no guarantee that she would survive the encounter, particularly with Slumbering Giant in play. She turned, awkwardly, haltingly due to her disguise, and did her best to storm out of the room, saying nothing else.

Karsten turned around, drawing his revolver in one smooth motion and placing it inches away from Kazuki's face. "Apparently, I didn't make myself clear. If you can't control him, then you end him. And if you can't even do that for me, then I end you." The weapon made a faint clicking noise as the bounty hunter eased down on the trigger, the hammer of the weapon cocking backward. "Do you understand?" His voice was icy calm; he didn't particularly want to kill Kazuki. . . but wasn't exactly going to lose sleep over it, either. Kazuki was in this now; he could have quit already, he'd even had the chance, but hadn't taken it.

Ruler The pair set off into the residential area; Ruler felt that it was a less likely place to find people, but also supposed that was precisely why they should search there. She was glad she didn't have to wander around in the rain; she didn't hate it, per se, but it was something she'd always preferred to observe at a distance. It took a few hours of more or less wandering aimlessly but eventually the Hellfire Knight started to detect. . . something. "Master, I can feel a Servant nearby." She ranged ahead slightly, still in spirit form, showing Erica the way, as they drew closer and closer to the mana signature (a quite powerful one) of the unknown Servant.

Hiroki, for her part, was only getting more incredulous by the moment. Aries seemed dead-set on his path; it was bad enough that one of the gods was doing something so insane, but now others were following him? "Slumbering Giant, you're joking, right?" Her natural voice echoed slightly ahead of the artificial one, her formalized speech pattern breaking down; she was forgetting to keep the act up. She cleared her throat, trying to compose herself despite the pointlessness of attempting to continue the disguise. "This could kill everyone in Tempest, and Cardinal could turn on you just as easily as she turned on Supernova."

Naomi stayed near the back of their formation for the time being; while she could theoretically get ahead of the group, her inconsistent maneuverability wasn't something that she wanted to put to the test at the moment. Targets are a long distance away. . . going to need to lead them a fair bit. She twitched the nose of her interceptor a bit, adjusting her trajectory - and more importantly, the direction her main gun was pointed. She launched a testing shot, to see how the enemy would maneuver around her fire, and watched for return fire.