Sutoratosu

Yeah, but whacking her with a cane at this point and in this state is just asking to make oneself the new target of the blast instead of haruki... and given Valor would have to be pretty damn close to be in range to hit her with the cane at all, yeah... see, no one is supposed to like actually die or get injured from this plan, it's all supposed to be a narrow aversion of disaster, kinda a major point I was stressing when I proposed this idea... and well, just given the context... this kinda makes disaster a whole lot more likely to occur.

Alright ya'll, the plan here is pretty simple. Without spoiling anything... ah screw it, it's not much different than above. the basic gist is: I'm gonna be unveiling Rame's two fatal flaws a bit earlier than expected, and that will be the spring point by which we can bring this whole scene to a close and move on to the next round EDIT: Pssssst... Acquie, me murdoc and shiri kinda have this whole thing already covered and plotted out so... anyone besides Shiri intervening here really hurts more than it helps by causing an even greater potential for confusion, and gunking up how we planned to fix this whole situation and transition onto the next fight... Plus I can't be liable if valor gets burned through this course of action...cause the fucks to give meter is totally broken. Whacking her with a cane at this point is just asking to make oneself a target...

She detected the unmistakable change in temperature almost immediately; she didn't bother to look down at the fire beginning to steadily spread across her overcloak. Her right eye twitched involuntarily as she continued staring at the boy, teeth bared like a wolf's, slowly limping closer and closer to him. "Oh you think that's funny, huh, you little spaz?" She snarled. By now, the flames had totally engulfed her upper body, destroying her clothes, leaving the girl standing there half-nude before them all... and the fires only grew ever the more violent and frenzied as she'd opened her malice-filled mouth; even from where he stood, Haruki and the others could doubtlessly begin to feel the raw heat radiating off the amplified blaze. And see the foul glint looming in those eyes, "...say hi to my sister in hell." Zadade se oblåk témen Otkum gora, ot Bålkana Eh, moy dyado, tejko vreme... The combustion responded nigh immediately to her internal blaze, siphoning it's presence away from her body and into a barely contained swirling storm of heat and light around herself, only growing brighter as the speed of her chant increased and she poured every last bit of usable lumen she had left into it. Every. Last. Bit; FUCKING ALL OF IT. The cloak was gone, most of her shirt was burned away to reveal her midrift and the lower reaches of her bust, complexion so pale it was nearly translucent... and there, partially visible beneath the exposed flesh pulsated a light all too similar to the radiance in her eyes, bright scarlet and swelling with each second. The chaotic storm broke free of it's confines in the next moment, as searing flames deviated from their revolution around the girl and mingled into an explosive blast of combustive force, surging straight for the boy with pink hair. Some of the other combatants, like those two locked in a stalemate, were probably in the way as well, but in all honestly, as that infernal drive of retribution and destruction took over yet again, Rame found herself fresh out of fucks to give and continued the incantation. She had one target, so long as he burned, any collateral damage would be acceptable. To hell with any consequences, to hell with whether it was 'right'; this little jackass across the way had seen fit to fuck with fire, treat it like it was a mere toy and disrespect it, just like that bitch had for so many years... it was only fitting he pay the same price she had.

The only real person who'll have bad times here is that Fighter... if the RNG gods are good and that sleep hits... it's only a matter of time before Maya figures out how to combine sleep and dissonance to induce terrible, terrible nightmares...

Murdoc kicked me out of C11 and so I went to A11 and tried to maybe poke Klaren into convo or something instead of Hoshiko (it would be funny as hell if she nailed the fighter with the spell after complaining about how fucking volatile and difficult to keep on target Ailment staves can be...) that's the tldr of that mix up (totally not my fault)

We've already been split to hell and back honey. Trust me, compared to those reinforcements coming soon, wandering a bit further is the least of our worries. But no, don't do it, like Zet said it will only end in tears unless you miraculously crit that man in the face... and Maya will have to scold you for being reckless and stupid

yeah see, that's what I thought too because like you, I've never seen it happen in the games even at point blank range, so... eh, doesn't matter, the moves been made Also GDI murdoc...I'm in C11... *Picks up his shit and reluctantly moves, just like in highschool...* Screw it, I'll just go to A11 and say stuff within earshot of Klaren then...

"I would've already started using it much earlier, if everyone hadn't been so eager to break up the line almost immediately and mindlessly cut down everything in their path" She muttered the jab beneath her breath as she passed the Rider and her eyes fixed on the axe wielder lurking in the underbrush. Already, the green sphere burned with ominous light beneath her robes. There was disdain on her face though, as she focused, reaching out a hand. It was hard to tell whether she spoke to Klaren or simply out of idle thought. "It's been a long while since I used one of these. They're far more volatile than other Orbs; managing to get the energy under enough control to actually hit what you want once it's released is like herding alley cats... in heat." A flash and a unearthly, ringing roar. That was all there was as tendrils of shimmering green snaked down the length of her arm and into her palm, condensing into a rough little sphere resembling a mass of clouded wisps that immediately fired itself towards the woods, leaving a trail of shining mist in it's wake... Move to A11, Cast Sleep on Fighter 5

Oh no, I came into this knowing their base hit is shit... I'm just... a bit regretful now for not pumping as much growth as I could into magic instead of concentrating on 2 stats which I now know from actual experience that I will never need so long as the rest of you play your cards smart. If you bothered quoting the rest of that post, you would've seen that. I was too damn paranoid back then, wanted to be able to survive a hit if a had too... thing is though, when I changed Maya's Character skill from Awareness to Stillness, I failed to fully account the fact that it's honestly you guys job to make sure I don't have take a hit...

Alright so... *slaps up his calcs* Fighters have base res of 0... so hypothetically...sleep has base hit of 30... Maya has 7 mag and 4 skill... {30+[(7-0)*5]+4}= base hit rate of 69...before taking into account distance factor ... ... ... ... I'm not mad. I'm just...disappointed in you maya. Very, very disappointed. My MAG stat better start getting some better rolls in the future... got all that fucking luck and res, and speed that I won't ever use, and they only have 10% more growth allocated to em, and speed has literally half the damn chance!... So... question, that axe-wielding oaf can't counter me if I hit from a range of one, right? I mean, technically I'm not actually attacking, so... he shouldn't...

Well hang on, my kid sister's gone and got herself sick or something... I'll see about sending this fighter to hell dream land once I get back from fetching her... hmmm... Dissonance+Sleep=???

Did someone say...sleep?

Guys, I got tired of looking at Freyl's old sprite, and one of the FE8's really caught my eyes, so... Ba bam. Say goodbye to, make way for the true son of colbez.(Their mum got an update too, btw: ) But wait, there's more... I got Flavor explainations for it being different before too...

So uh... as ya'll can see, Jory has gone a bit MIA at the moment... I'm trying to see what's up now and if he needs me to take over and carry us on...

They're obviously standing back to back Zet, both striking a badass pose to instill fear in the hearts of our enemies and make them flee for the hills while the still can. A fucking thunder lance and a sword that always fucking crits... what could be more terrifying than that, besides a full grown dragon or army of the undead risen by light magic of all things?

I'll have to take all ya'lls word on how good it feels to land one, I'll never have the experience... rip A Sister who can use healing magic as a form of torture, a Myrmidion who can enter Bullet Time, a Soldier who is supposedly immortal, a Fire mage who can stab and slash folks to death with weapons made of pure flames, a thunder mage who doesn't hit often, but when he does, nine times out of ten it's gonna be a crit/OHKO... God damn, how much badassery can possibly exist in a single rebel unit? This is truly beginning to become amazing XD

Also, Pyon, Klaren should be at 24/25 max health and his Vulnary at 1/3 quality. You still got it listed as the same from the prior enemy phase when he got wailed on. Also, when did the Troubadours miraculously acquire Heal and Sleep in their inventories? When the fight started, they were both listed with nothing but Iron Bows, 99% sure... actually, yes, they were http://prnt.sc/cvupuv

In comparison to the shit the other four have going on, no, it really ain't. Most of the shock value and "This bitch crazy!" nonsense came from how we found Serene in a burning house with lots of undead not far away... but honestly she's turned out to be one of the tamer individuals in our group thus far... the chick just really loves fire is all, everyone has their passion... like Radburn and his wooden sword or Meredith and how spear users are obviously the Weapon Triangle's master race (which I totally agree with btw, but not because the persona from which I took my most common name was a major spear user, nope...definitely not.)

It just occured to me that literally all the biggest misfits of the group are heading south. both figuratively and literally. You got: the monk who's weird and is constantly shunned because of it the over the top archer girl who fancies herself a hero the chill Dragon Rider who's entire home town hated him so much he was literally kicked out before he turned ten and finally the Healer who was a one-man-mafia don's daughter turned gutter rat turned bandit turned rebel, who can use healing as a method of torture and is haunted by various dead people from her past... what the actual fuck?

Lucille Lucille hardly paid any attention to anything the angel said. Her mind was far too preoccupied soaking in the fact that it's mapping abilities were already starting to fail as most of the ultrasonic waves emitted were absorbed and muffled by the building's materials rather than reflected; artificial stone such as concrete did no where near as good a job at allowing echoes as the natural varieties, and neither did the vast myriad of other artificial materials that had to be the main components of the walls. Unlike the basement in the thousand... this place was high end, had spent top dollar in it's construction and hauled only the best manufactured building supplies, rather than simply carving out space from what already existed. Despereaux was quickly becoming the only force between her and total disorientation and panic as wavelengths either stayed longer than she calculated they should, came back from entirely different directions than she'd sent them out, or vanished altogether. Not even her nose was much help in comparison... most of the scents here were foreign and off. There were a few she recognized though, leading off into the unknown of this artificial tomb waiting to swallow her whole and crush her... a Hell Spawn, Raziel, the Sniper...and her Aquila... yes, the Aquila... she'd forgotten all about the mythical beast, given all that had happened. "..." Without a word she wondered off as the glorified pigeon-man continued to prattle off directions to Gabriel...letting the mingled scents and her own sense of where the eagle was guide her... It was about all Desperuax could do to both keep her from knocking over anything expensive or from dwelling on the anxiety of her diminished navigation though.

Well, after Haruki FIRES HIS LAZER.... Rame will doubtlessly lose her shit and take control of the fires, try to murder him with them and... well, more or less run out of steam since she gives no fucks about monitoring her reserves or moderating attack output in these uh... mental snaps of hers. After that, I got jack shit...like I said, once this happens, my hands become tied. Haruki really can't do much to her since she's got serious thermal resistance, Rafael has pussied out because he was afraid of her melting his face off (which to be fair, she was seriously considering at that time, and still is...but that's a scenario for later), you two are locked in a stalement, and... yeah, this is basically pointless, but I don't know what else she wants us to try given the limitations she herself placed on how far we can go and the fact that we're supposed to be newbs, so...again, I shrug my shoulders in perplexion and simply go along for the ride. I'm trying to fullfill the request she made of us, but at this point delaying the very clear and obvious end of the match is all any of us can really do given...well, the fucking context of the situation. EDIT: Actually... hold on... I think I got a way to solve this and give her a way to skip to the next fight all at once. I gave Rame certain impulse control issues for a reason... let me pm her

Well I mean... that's kinda along the same lines of what I tried to tell her when she made that status telling us to duke it out more, dobby, but... Honestly I was more than fine with letting it end where it was and leaving it at that... it's not like anyone except Haruki really has that much juice left anyway, given he's barely done fuckall in this battle except played with glare once or twice, plus Rame burns through the stuff alot quicker when she's pissed, so... beyond sparking this continuation, my hands will become relatively tied after this...or at least, more tied than a limp-inducing leg injury and launching myself forward with jets of pure flame like my name was Azula already made them.

The post as it currently stands. The things I must do to keep the blood shed going... *sigh* Fuck it though, murdoc, you ready?