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    A shimmering white fog rushed out from the archmagi, Dikaiosyne, and where it touched, jagged crystals of ice sprang up from the ground. Each spike was sharp and hard as steel, just long enough to pierce or slice into unwary feet, easily tearing through softer leather. The daemons that rushed forward were the first to bellow in pain, but in moments the icy storm had engulfed the people of Terminus. Chills rushed through their bodies, and many were thrown off balance by the rising ice.

    Fighting atop the spiky field, men and daemons alike yelled when thrown to the deadly floor. In mere moments, blood already flowed freely.

    Through it, the arch-daemon Aequitas strode forward. One brave soul rushed forward and sliced down across the skinless daemon's chest. Blood splashed into the air, but not daemon blood: the attacker fell back, a great gash on his own chest. Aequitas turned toward the man, the many red eyes of the raven peering at him, but then he walked on, moving forward with purpose. Every blade or bullet that struck the daemon seemed to be met with a yell of pain from the attackers. Aequitas ignored them, setting his sights on the shield of vines.

    The great daemon above laughed at it all as he threw his spears of fire. Each bolt of flame was deadly, nearly as fast as a bolt of lightning. Ten, fifteen, a score of the defenders fell, desperately rolling as their bodies went up in flames, but with only the knives of ice there to meet them. Malphas starting to conjure up yet another flaming missile when pain blossomed in his chest. Immediately, the third eye in the center of the daemon's forehead turned to Deni, with the rest of the daemon following.

    With a crack of thunder and the stinging scent of brimstone, Malphas vanished and then reappeared directly in front of Deni, baring his fangs in a wide grin. Dark blood rolled down the daemon's chest, but he in the face of puny men and women that barely topped its knees, it showed no concern. "Well, well, look who we have here! Thrower of the mighty spears which laid waste to the Dread Serpent E̵̵̤̥g̷̲͢͜ͅt̮̝͓̯͚̝̯͓h̖̬͈̲͔̠͉̭o̢͏̧̳̺m̛͉̼̹͖̜̱̼͈̞͡e͓̕ ͖̳͓͔̠͎t̢͉̯h̛͈̹̗͔̖̀̕! He who cast off the warm embrace of our Lady of Mercy, only to repay her with violence!" The daemon sneered at the accomplishments. "Your arrogance must know no bounds," Malphas growled out, and the third eye began to shine brighter, nearly blinding Deni, "O Deniisis Perfide, of the Cloak and Guile, Assassin's Aide, He Who Crumbled the Unfailing Tower. If surviving one arch-daemon will not appease you..! "

    Malphas roared and a ring of flames erupted from the daemon, washing over Deni, Aeria, Diamantes, and those around them. The daemon held out his hand and the flames halted, rushing back in many ribbons to gather in front of Malphas' palm, forming a sword of flame as long as the daemon was tall.

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    Aelflead’s body hacked and coughed in the smokey air and closed her eyes to shield them from the sudden flash of light from the Demon King’s magic. When they opened again, it was because of the newly blossomed pain coming from her abdomen re-engaging her mind with reality.

    A spear of ice had left an already bloody gash in her side, like friendly poke gone awry. The redhead pulled away from the offending blade and snapped it in two with a kick for good measure. Her pride satiated, she turned her eyes to the battlefield. She would have to ponder the sanctity of life and politics in a more practical fashion.

    After all, she couldn’t very well fight for her life half-heartedly, nor could she damn anyone there fighting for theirs. Genocide or not, she was far from prepared to die for the sake of someone else’s revenge. No, “Unavoidable casualty” would not be her epitaph if she could help it.

    The most efficient way to make that happen was making sure combat was as short as possible, and that meant cutting off the proverbial dragon’s head. Mavros had to be reasoned with, or die. She shot a brief glance towards Deni while he engaged the demon king and a pang of struck her, but she quickly DENIed it. She had seen the man fight. No reason to be worried, he’ll be fine.

    ... I mean, he’d better be. I’m still broke if he dies on me.
    . This in mind, she turned her back on the scene and dove for the epicenter of the chaos.


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    Look, the way I see it you can go down the cliff two ways. You can walk down, or I can push you down. Its your choice, I don't care as long as I get paid.
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    Deni shielded his face with his arms as the flames danced around him. He gritted his teeth at the pain from the overwhelming heat. For a moment, it felt as though the hydrofoil on his forearms was about to melt. Then the flames receded into the great daemon’s towering blade.

    Screams from every fallen ally stung the velen’s ears. Blood trickled through the sheet of jagged ice ahead, forming into patterns like some form of sickening macabre art. Yet he never tore his gaze his gaze from Malphas.

    Deni knew that keeping the daemon general distracted aided the battle. It was better than him setting fire to their troops in the dozens. Malphas spoke of the rogue’s arrogance, but he himself was arrogant enough to confront him personally.

    Deni swallowed his fear with the lump in his throat.

    “That’s an awful lot of titles for a low-life like me,” he said, sweat pouring down every side of his face. He slung the rifle onto his back and drew his auritium pistol. “If not for the scorn in your voice, I’d say you admire my accomplishments.”

    The velen leapt back a few times, out of reach of the flaming sword. With the speed and power that Malphas had already demonstrated, Deni wasn’t going to last against him alone. He glanced briefly at a few soldiers that stood beside him. Effie had disappeared, but that was the least of his problems.

    “I beat one Arch-daemon and I bet I can beat another.”

    Malphas was a big target and the gunslinger barely needed to aim to get a decent shot. He pulled the trigger twice on the serpent’s kiss and unleashed two rounds at the first wound that he caused against the flaming horror.

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    The heat was intense and violent. Diamantus threw herself flat on the ground as it washed over her, making the scales on her back feel terribly hot. Aeria turned herself aside and tried to weather the blast. She was happy to have only short fuzz on her head because longer hair might catch from the sparks. The heat was painful, but she came off alright.

    Across from her, the muscled velen pushed up rapidly to a standing position, drawing her other pistol and aiming both guns at the gigantic daemon. She grinned grimly and discharged them into its face before holstering them and slidng her cutlass from its sheath again. “These bastards sure do play fer keeps eh?”

    It was at this point that Aeria wished she had more magical ability than she did. All she could do was sketch the sigil for fog into the air and step forward, exhaling the covering mist towards the daemon. It seemed a minor gesture indeed, but it might buy Deni more time to press his attack on Malphas. She wasn’t about to charge the big bastard with only a spear for protection.

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    The leafy orb swerved, but not quickly enough to avoid the fiery spears. One flaming rod pierced their fragile stronghold, causing it to dissolve in flames. A new one began forming, vines snatching Dianette, Laurel, and Ignis and ensnaring them with in a new shield. Once the leaves and vines shifted to allow its occupants to sit up, the three women let out varying grunts and sighs of relief.

    “I think we need a new plan,” Ignis muttered. She turned her head to the side and rubbed the bridge of her newly healed nose.

    Laurel pushed herself up. “I suppose we have our first target.” A portal appeared beside her. “I need to see.”

    The vines shifted to allow the women to see outside.

    “Deni!” Ignis scrambled to the edge to see the arch demon before her companion. Lighting struck at the hulking form of Malphas. Ignis covered her eyes with her arm at the bright light.
    “Move!” Laurel shouted.

    Their capsule swerved erratically to get distance between them, forcing Ignis onto her side with the abrupt motion.

    “We can't stop moving or we risk death,” the laicar shouted. “Dianette, immobilize him as soon as we're close!”

    Ignis frowned as fog shrouded them. “I think we're gonna have trouble doing that.”

    Laurel frowned. “Keep moving. Provide aerial support.”

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    "I am no mere arch-daemon!" Malphas stood and laughed, as shot after shot rang out. Bullets, arrows, and spells blasted into the great daemon's hide, most meeting a red light and turning to ash. Deni's bullets found the mark, breaching the unseen barrier, piercing the armor-like skin, but Malphas barely flinched. Streams of dark blood escaped the daemon's wounds, scorches appeared on his skin where the bolt of lightning struck him. They might as well have been scrapes and bruises.

    The men and women of Terminus had toppled the many walls in front of them -- the sea serpent, the archmagi, their arch-daemons. They had reached the summit of Krevati Evimerias and come within a hair's breadth of fulfilling their goal. Malphas stood before them not as a wall, but a mountain.

    Malphas pulled his arm back and swung the massive greatsword blindly into the shrouding mist, a vicious cleave. With that one stroke, he would decimate the forces arrayed against him.

    Those huddled in the shield of vines couldn't afford to provide further support, however. They found themselves surrounded in a flurry of feathers, sharp caws. Talons and beaks ripped at their sanctuary, an entire murder of crows descending upon them with multitudes of glowing red eyes peering through the gaps in their protection.

    Dikaiosyne, also, refused to let up. The ground of icy daggers was followed up by a storm from above, jagged hailstones raining down with punishing force upon the invaders.

    "Don't give in!" a man bellowed out, and the daemon's blade halted. The third eye flared and a sinister grin spread over Malphas' lips.

    "Ahh, well met, Argos of the Red Sun!" Malphas roared, his words dripping with scorn. There, in front of the daemon, stood Argos, a powerfully built velen with a heavy iron shield held in both hands, trident stabbed into the ground behind him. The man's bulging muscles trembled, the shield nearly crumpled in half. "He who stained the shores of Depon Cove! Right hand of Exarch, the Fallen, and Slayer of the Archmagi of Temperance! One who sought to hide all the blood on his hands behind a shield!"

    Argos grit his teeth, straining to hold the daemon's sword at bay, to protect the others gathered there. "You will die here, dae--!"

    "Well met," Malphas interrupted with cold finality, pulling the sword away suddenly. The daemon's snake-like tail snapped forward, fangs flashing. In a single sharp motion, the tail pulled back. "And farewell." The velen's body crumpled to the ground, headless.

    Then the daemon's three eyes turned back to Deni, locking on even through the fog. "Worry not, I haven't forgotten you." The heat and rumble of many roaring fires swelled up. Malphas reached out, dipping a hand back to his home realm of Infernalis, and from it plucked a single ember, a flashing emerald spark clutched between two claws.

    Malphas gave a lazy flick, sending the ember arcing through the air.

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    A weak “oh” was all that managed to escape Deni’s lips as the head of the stronger, more courageous pelagian was torn from his body. A few that witnessed the horrific scene elicited astonished gasps. Many of them knew Argos as a leader from previous battles, but Deni only knew him as another that had slain an Archdemon. And yet Malphas had killed him in a single blow.

    “Argos!” one person called out.

    “How?” another questioned.

    Then a spellcaster noticed the emerald flame hurtling towards them.

    “Get away from that flame!”

    Deni heeded the call of one who apparently recognised the nature of Malphas’ chosen offense. He and any other soldiers near him scrambled, opening up a circle in the crowd as the ember descended. A loud bang and the flames violently erupted. The velen flung himself away from the explosion. The heat followed, almost singing his spine, but was suddenly cut off. Deni gasped for air as the screams of those less fortunate pierced his ears. He turned his head to see the edge of the emerald flames brushing against an iron wall. When he turned back, a violet-scaled woman stood next to him. An amalgamation of chainmail and white robes adorned her body. She would have seemed regal had she not been visibly trembling.

    Deni looked around at the soldiers lucky enough to survive the conflagration. A combination of the overwhelming power on display and Argos’ death demoralised the forces in the area. The aquatic rogue grit his teeth together and let loose a guttural snarl in his native tongue.

    “Spread out!” he shouted. “Melee combatants, defend the spellcasters! We need more walls like this one!”

    The velen woman nodded immediately and began preparing another spell.

    “You heard Argos’ final order. Don’t give in!”

    Deni cocked the hammer on his auritium pistol and forsook the cover of the iron bastion. He aimed straight for the sadistic daemon general. One deep breath to focus, calm himself. Then he pulled the trigger, sending a bullet straight for the Malphas’ third eye.

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    “What now?” Dianette peered through the branches.

    “We deal with the guy still following us,” Laurel decided. “Normal attacks don't seem to work on him. Try a binding spell.”
    An instant later, they were surrounded by cawing, claws, and vicious red eyes.

    The velen nodded and snapped her fingers before tracing a triangle in the air, eyes trained on the murder of crows. Dianette grasped at some bigatium dust in her pocket and threw it in the air before jabbing a finger in Aquitas’ direction. The air above the crows shimmered before a heavy weight slammed down on them.

    Dianette braced herself as their shield swerved once more. The lieutenant grasped the branches as force of their motion nearly threw her into the opposite wall. She heard Laurel shouting, but couldn't make out the words as her body was bounced back and forth. Gunfire sounded nearby.

    Dianette grabbed her rifle and began to shoot at the crows, hoping to get rid of any surviving feathery monsters.

    More vines and leaves grew coating the inside of their shield as they veered and swerved. Suddenly, they made a sharp motion, throwing Dianette to the other side of their basket like shield. When she managed to peel her outermost eyelids open, Ignis was jumping from their airborne shield. The woman's ragged cloak billowed as she glided down.

    “What the fuck is she doing?”

    A flicker of motion caught Dianette's eye in time for her to see a spherical drone shooting at Malphas and dancing in erratic patterns through the air.

    “Dianette! Focus!”

    Dianette shook her head and scrambled for her rifle to keep up fire.

    Ignis’ chest fluttered rapidly as she ran towards Deni. Cora’s shots rang in her ears, but she paid it little mind as long as it attacked the monster threatening her lover, she didn't care. Swiftly, she dodged ice spikes, teeth gritting as she slid on the frost. She flexed her toes, digging her talons into the ground for more traction. Ignis darted through the smoke, ignoring the heat of the charred ground until she was at Deni’s side. The enlil fell to one knee, palms pressing flat to the ground to support her as she panted.

    “Deni,” the engineer called out. She looked up, brown eyes locking on him. “Are you alright?”

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    Basic attack from Cora 5 tiers (dahilitium 2 + skilled 3)
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    Standing in front of Deni and Ignis, Diamantus drew her pistols and took aim. She concentrated all her energies for one attack that would send three bullets winging simultaneously at all of Malphas’ eyes, following Deni’s instructions to provide covering fire. Her first pistol spoke and flame erupted as she fired three shots, one for each eye of the daemon. She figured that using this technique meant that at least one shot would reach its mark and hopefully slow the creature down. It seemed impossible that a few small bullets could do anything, but they needed a chance to actually press an attack.

    Aeria was standing, watching the whole situation unfold, wondering exactly how she’d be able to do something other than stand around and wait to die. She saw no way of getting close enough to actually stab any of the daemons with the spear and her magic wasn’t really suited for offensive attacks.

    Meanwhile Diamantus was using her second pistol and blasting away at whatever came in range. It wasn’t subtle but it did provide cover. The velen was itching to use her cutlass on something, but there was nothing to attack that really made any sense. [992]

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    School of Barbaris: Skilled
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    School of Manseutis: Adept

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    With the confrontation with the demon king so rapidly escalating, shifting the center of chaos, Aelflead's decision to dive into it suddenly reeked of irony. That said, no amount of screaming would change the woman's mind.

    Aelflead's boots pounded the muddy turf with the force of a drum, and her breathing matched the rhythm. Around her, the rage of war was thick with bodies and red mist while visae charged the air enough to make her hair stand on end.

    By the time she'd cut through enough of it to get within shouting range of her target, Aelflead herself had been "cut up." Wounds adorned her body Nocte Nils ornaments. Most of them were just superficial after the effects of occasional prayers to castus, but if the red color staining her hand wraps was any indication Aelflead had been taking quite the beating.

    But with the goal, so close the warrior would not be deterred. Now that she was here she solidified her decision. The only way she disengaged from the Janu would be if she killed him, or changed his mind. It didn't matter terribly to the redhead which path had to be taken, but she'd be damned if she failed after coming as far as she had. Straining to cast her voice above the din of shouting and clashing metal against flesh, Aelflead called out to Mavros with a chastisement in an appeal to his hubris.

    "What kind of King sends foreign monsters to fight his battles for him?" She raised her sword to the Janu in a challenge. "At least fight like a man if you're going to imitate one."


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    Look, the way I see it you can go down the cliff two ways. You can walk down, or I can push you down. Its your choice, I don't care as long as I get paid.
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