Portcullis -> Lord's Keep Interior
Life as a state trooper was never easy. Already, their routine was monotonous, having to rise at the sound of the morning horn and quickly down their breakfast before taking on their assigned duties. Though maintaining equipment and training was monotonous, having to stand guard or patrol was awful. However, even that was desirable in comparison to having fight. Having to bear arms against one's fellow man was bad enough, but then there were the haughty, unnatural elves and the stubborn, unyielding dwarfs. Worse yet were the forces of Discord, the ever changing horror of unfettered magic, the monstrosities it sired in the dark that stalked all humankind. And then, there were these people.
The biggest and tallest of them, a pink haired lion-woman from the south, didn't seem to mind what was likely an evil hag on her shoulder and appeared more worried about being censured or punished than anything else. The absurdity! Then there was the strange, silent woman with many tails, as silent as she was buxom. But at least she was silent! The man who was just beginning to think they were unprepared for magic must have been their group idiot - the ruinous powers would make children of them all. And then eat them, any non-idiot would know! However, the guards couldn't help but eyeball the raven haired, cat eared beauty that seemed to bumble before them, her efforts amateurish to the point of being completely off-putting in its lack of competence. Just as these state troopers thought that though, their eyes were immediately drawn to luscious lips, blue eyes that shined like sapphires and flowing red hair that seemed to simply glow with radiance. And that was not mentioning her 'armaments' which inspired, their own 'swords' now well ready for battle right this insta -
The person who was clearly the other group's leader snapped the state troopers out of their glamor induced stupor as she berated her own soldiers, the realization of just what the buxom harlot had done now sinking in. However, before they could gather their thoughts or even rise in anger, their eyes settled on Her Holiness, clad in divine armor of the heavens. And quietly fuming in anger, hoping that death would follow swiftly for some unknown devil. Lead filled their stomachs as cold began to take them as they realized that their judge stood not too far away. On the opposite side. Against them. Who had all just succumbed to their lust moments ago.
"I - I must find the confessional!" one of the men squeaked in panic. In an instant, the state troops devolved into a flurry of chaos, each fighting one another to flee. And just like that, the Auxiliary Troopers of Tai Pan were left standing there, alone.
"W-wait! I'm a priestess! I can purify your souls!" Viz shouted out in a panic, hand outstretched after the retreating sinners. But Royama held firm. As they vanished from sight, she looked downcast. "They're all going to hell..." She quickly pointed a finger at Brigid. "And it's all your fault with that stupid, sexy butt of yours!" Looking at the rest of the group, she tried to rally them all, looking to Rikka for support. "Come on, are you with me? We should tie up all the troublemakers and cleanse the lands in a Holy Crusade!"
"Well, that was rather anti-climatic," the old crone on Jayden's shoulder remarked. "But for the best. Now, if you'd all force open those large wooden doors over there, I think I can make up for the lack of excitement," the mourning veiled granny offered, pointing a gloved hand towards what was most likely the main hall. Though they could already see several archers and crossbowmen above them, all manning the walls, the looks of apprehension and fear made it clear that they were unlikely to draw, let alone loose their arrows.
"Hey! Pay attention to me!" Viz shouted, shaking her fist, her expression more hurt at being ignored than angry.
Stadt der Anfänge,
Eyes fluttering in surprise at Dante's comeback, the lovely necromancer blushed, immediately turning to look for a response from Sif. The 2nd Class Tigress. The one that was wearing a Taianese bodysuit just like him. The person that was Dante's superior. The woman who's expressionless gaze somehow exuded a menacing pressure, a desire to kill, stronger than any Dante had felt before. Without so much as a look back at the broom riding Caster, she made things utterly clear.
"You can have him," Sif turned to leave. "As long as we get to watch. For science."
"O-oh my!~<3" the necromancer's hazel eyes sparkled with delight. Recomposing herself, she tossed back her silky brown hair and smiled, scooting over on her broom. "Well, the tales of your peoples' prowess are legendary, but I have serious doubts as to their veracity. Care to show me?" the woman questioned, her lips upturned in a small, mischievous smile.
Looking to the large wooden Doors, which for this less then technical civilization MAC must admit were sturdy looking and well made given the technology of others on this world. Looking back to their appointed squad leader Royama, Mac asked “Shàngděng Bīng Royama, permission to secure the door and check if it can be opened peacefully as i don't think we need to cause any unwanted destruction to these peoples defenses?” Mac Stood Ready for whichever orders were given note of the bowmen and crossbowmens positions and relaying them back to his CO in case blue on blue occured.
"Oh darling, I'm sure I could show you at least one type of prowess" he flirted with a wink and a light chuckle as he got close enough to put an arm over the necromancers shoulder "but I don't think I caught your name? I should at least know what to call a girl like you, apparently you're a bit of a legend around here" he prodded with a raised inquisitive eyebrow, waiting to see if she was going to be honest before he stopped being 'honest' himself.
Portcullis to Lord’s Keep Interior
Well, that glamour certainly seems quite useful, Brigid. I kind of wish I could do that to people. But, I maintain that shooting at least one of them would have accomplished roughly the same thing! Mei Xing silently remarked via wireless. Gosh, for all their bluster, all we needed to break them was a pair of magical tiddies! More bark than bite. The Kitsune added as she lowered her rifle. Like most of her squad mates, Mei Xing initially sounded Viz out as the priestess raved about purification. However, the Kitsune could sense that the blue-haired human was strangely vulnerable when she was being ignored and she felt bad for her.
“Umm...I’m with you Viz, just like...don’t be racist again, okay?” Mei Xing spoke discreetly to the priestess via a direct private communication link, instead of communicating via wireless or over the general squad communication net. “I know I’m a Kitsune, but like...we’re not all sluts who just have sex with anything on two legs for free ya’ know. I’m like, totally a virgin!” The Kitsune said, in a tone that implied some level of offense. “Anyways, if you like...need anything just...let me know, okay? I know that you want to do a Holy Crusade and all but we have to listen to orders first. Just like...be patient and maybe we'll get to do a crusade later or something.” Mei Xing finished.
"Darling?" the buxom woman playfully rebuked him, offering him a none-to-serious look of offense. Dropping it quickly though, she leaned into him, a soft warmth pressing against the young man as her bust bumped up against his side. "We're not that intimate. Yet," she gently traced a finger over his chest. "I'm actually a little sad you don't know who I am, but I guess that can't be helped given that you're not from around here," the necromancer replied. "My name is Mara. Mara från Mariestad. Or Mara the Magician. But just Mara is fine too," she warmly smiled. Side by side, the broom she sat on bumped into his rear just a hint.
"Ready for a wild ride?
"So Mara, you might've slain a lot of demons in your day but I think it's time a demon slay you for once" he suggested coyly, putting on a brave face as he tried to flirt with a woman who could undoubtedly have killed him when she was in her prime, who better to pop his cherry? With a glint in his eye he caught himself over the broom and turned to look properly back to the witch. "you got a place around here you wanna go?"
Coming Elsewhere (18+)
Now she had to listen to people...
But why should she? She was the aspect of Justice for her pantheon, her word was absolute in all things judgment. Stupid smaller cat looking people... They were fake inside and out. She bridled her anger in hopes that she could have something to destroy with fewer repercussions later, something to take her righteous rage out on with little issues and let it bottle deep in her gut.
"Are we going or what? We have one less demon to worry about and we should finish before he returns." The edge in her tone was plainly evident as she began to stride forward past the group, through the area where the soldiers had stood not moments ago and fled from her wrath.
"So, like... We just need to not be seen right?" She asked, pulling her large duffle bag off her other shoulder, emptying out the obnoxious amount of explosives onto the ground. Then she took the undead woman and unceremoniously stuck her in the bag, apologizing profusly as she did, telling her to be very quiet. She was dead, even if she couldn't breathe in the cloth bag, she was dead, so it wasn't needed. Then she looked back at everyone else, and her helmet covered her head once again. "I mean, we can just do this," She said, vanishing in thin air. "Like, why talk to every set of guards when we can just turn invisible?" She asked before her IFF tag read her walking towards the keep and climbing up the wall.
Lord's Keep Interior
Royama let out a long breath through her nose- it was mostly relief. There was a lot going on at once and the last thing she wanted was a fight on their hands. Fortunately, it seemed she had made the right call by pointing out RIkka, that angel was proving to be more and more useful the longer they kept her around. She made a mental note to be extra nice and helpful to Rikka while they were back on the ship, "Go for it- Jayden, give him a hand and take point. I want that door open, and if you have to bust it open to get it that way, make it so. Staying out of sight is an excellent idea- especially if you can get the door open without revealing yourself" The doctor barked out, nodding her head towards the door, "Rikka, if you could step up right behind them and lead the way through the keep I think we'll be in the clear until we actually meet with this lord. Their faith is getting the best of them, let's use it to our advantage. Feel free to really flaunt this whole 'holiness' thing in their faces if you're feeling bored. Again. Do not hurt anyone, unless it's in self-defense."
The defacto squad lead takes a quick look around before continuing, "I take back what I said a moment ago, Kikyo. You and Mei Xing cover our rears just in case anyone gets any funny ideas. Take a note from Jayden's book- stay out of sight and don't reveal yourselves unless things get rough. Brigid- take up position beside Viz and I. Might need more of your help once we're inside. If anyone has any suggestions once we're inside- keep them quick. Stay on your toes. Let's get this over with, ladies."
Lord's Keep Interior
Rikka glared at the woman beside her as she seemingly mocked her, and her position. It probably wasn't, but it was one of those times she was so angry everything felt like an insult, even a genuine compliment.
"I do not flaunt my position, I have no need to do so. Those that know who I am are well aware of what I'm capable of and the responsibility I hold." Rikka snapped back at Royama before she continued to stride forward. She didn't know where the others had disappeared too, but her eyes scanned and kept a lookout regardless as she walked with a purpose, sword, and shield swaying in opposite hands to give the effect that she was not one to be messed with.
The words were spoken to her by the man that had disappeared confused her for a moment, the blue eyes visible under her hood squinting a bit. While it looked like a scowl, her face was truthfully screwed up in confusion.
"Our weapons seem to work against all but the strongest of their shields. These stick-throwers seem to respect violence too. We should press our advantage in strength.
A single plasma-blast should scare them off. I can fire to avoid killing any of them."
Her words were carefully chosen, after all 'killing' and 'maiming' were two different things.
She turned to Mei Xing and responded to her message. “It might have accomplished that, lovely fox, though it would be counterproductive. We want them to like us, not fear us, or we would just be bombing them from orbit.”
Once she’d been given her orders she took position next to Viz cheerfully. She had been telling the truth about wanting to learn about her goddess, though her reasons might not be what Viz would think. For her, it was just a way to bond with the pretty young priestess.
Then she walked away, starting her "Brisk" run down the street. Brisk because she hardly tried, but she was still running quite fast with the combo of her height and strength. When she was hearing everyone's suggestions she groaned, stopping, in the middle of idle foot traffic. She was at least attentive enough to avoid the other pedestrians as they walked. "Hey you know, Wu is carrying a lot of really dangerous shit, and she won't shut the fuck up about using violence against these people. Can I suggest she hand her weapons off to someone else?" Jayden asked, starting her run again, little old lady still in her duffle bag. Good thing she was dead! Or it might have been uncomfortable! "I mean, I'm halfway to the old lady's kids house. We can all turn invisible. Violence is not necessary," She added, jumping up onto some roofs. That would make travelling even faster now that she didn't have to worry about stepping on someone. She didn't get it. All these people were supposed to be smarter than her, but they all went with violence and sex. If they really all were so much smarter than her, then they should have figured out the invisibility thing long before her.
"Hey, look," Jayden started again, looking around the street. "The so-called angel can fly, we can all turn invisible and run really fast, and we need to get into the keep. Literally anything but doing that is a waste of time and energy. Work smart, not hard guys, the path of least resistance and we'll be home before the memory of Wu's titties fades from Rikka's mind. You all kinda sound like you want to kill everyone, and that's bad. Killing is bad. Only kill if we have too."
Keep Bailey/Yard -> Keep Antechamber
As they passed through the portcullis and into the castle bailey, it was clear that Viz had plenty to say, even as Royama held onto her hand like a mother and unruly child.
"Come on, it's sermon, not sirman! And you can bet I'm gonna cleanse their souls! I'm gonna cleanse them real good!" she griped at the man. "What's that thing the Taianese are always saying?" Viz scrunched up her eyebrows for a moment of thought before being hit by an epiphany. "Bakka hentai!" the blue haired priestess shouted at him for good measure. Traveling across the bailey and coming up against the keep's door, they paused, and in this moment of decision, was time that the busty blockhead of a holy woman could accost them all for their flaws. "It's not racist if it's true! Or close to it!" she shot back at Mei. "I mean, just the way you're walking, you're always tempting men to touch fluff tail!" Viz accused the fox tailed woman. "And once you touch fluff tail, you know what happens next! Hmph!" Crossing her arms, the only good thing she said was towards Rikka. "At least you have your head on straight Miss Halo Head. Devils should burn in holy fire!"
"Well, I suppose this is our lot in life now," the old woman sighed as she was neatly rolled up and packaged into Jayden's pack. Light, and easily folded away under the Jongwu's hands, it became disturbingly clear to the pink maned liger what her charge's nature was as she was packed away. However, when Jayden, then Mac turned invisible, it only ended up provoking another round of protests from Viz.
"H-hey! We better not turn invisible too! I can't see my feet if we do!" she complained. Looking at Royama, the priestess demanded, "Don't let go of my hand! Don't let go!" as traumatic memories of the floor rushing up into her face during invisibility training flashed before her eyes. Hearing Brigid hit her nail on the head though, only incensed her further. "That's right! Acknowledge me already!" the spoiled priestess pouted. As they proceeded forward behind Rikka, uncloaked, just as she wanted, she sniffled like a child that had pouted so hard that they were exhausted and on the verge of crying from said exertion instead. Inside, Jayden easily sneaked in and quickly stunned a pair of guards as they debated whether or not to barricade the entrance or just flee, flopping onto the hard ground and twitching like they were having seizures. Before the other guards and servants could react though, the doors swung open.
Holy sunlight seemed to stream in, rays from god above as Rikka strode in first, followed by her entourage. The keep antechamber was cleared.
"It seems you only need to enter the throne room proper," the old woman remarked, sneaking a peek out of Jayden's pack. "Once you do, this will all be over, and people can go on with their daily lives." Though there stood a stone wall between them and the keep, as well as thick wooden doors, several slits for ventilation up high let them hear what was going on in the other side.
"The Taianese bear down upon us, And an ANGEL leads their way!" a burly man's voice boomed. "Step down. Accede to their demands!"
"No! I refuse! That, that foul witch is pulling the strings, and you know exactly what they want!" another, smoother voice shouted back.
"In the name of the Otrides Pantheon, you WILL OPEN THIS DOOR by the time I count to ten, Or I will BREAK it down, and exact justice for the wrongs that have been committed in this town against the people. Am I understood?" While the last bit of her sentence wasn't shouted, it still carried with it the same weight as her other threats.
Once she arrived, she stayed about two yards back, her eyes locked on the paths that stretched for their flanks. She did not see a threat but remained invisible. She was silent until Mac spoke up. She let her whisper carry towards him to which she simply said, "It's intimidation. Quiet."
Thus, the catgirl stood watch.
Perhaps this was time for some things to be clarified.
"YES, YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THEY WANT!" Wu shouted, repeating what the other smoother voice had said earlier, "BUT JUST SO WE ARE CLEAR WHAT IS THAT? JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS!"
Sure other members of the group were turning invisible, but they were in-between the inner wall and the castle bailey. There wasn't exactly a lot of room for invisibility to be useful. Instead she kept her power pumping up her shields.
Royama winced as Wu screamed at the door. Wu had been a bit of an ass for a majority of the mission, but Royama could tell what it was she was trying to acomplish- and it wasn't a horrible idea. It would be good to get everyone on the same page, it would make any negotiations significantly easier. She gave Viz's hand a comforting squeeze- the priestess really was just like a child, "Deep breaths Viz. We aren't turning invisible."
All that was left to do was wait for a response- and so she waited.
Keep Antechamber -> Keep Main Hall
As Jayden peered inside, she set eyes on several men-at-arms with assorted weapons, her helmet's feed automatically sending the image to the others at the bottoms of their own displays. With this, they could all see that the room itself had two long, thick tables to either side creating a path cutting straight down the middle. Diners would have sat on either side of these at one point, but the plentiful food and wine left abandoned made it clear that many people had already fled. However, all the way at the back was another table, perpendicular to the tables used by more common folk, and at its center, an almost throne-like seat. On it, sat a middle aged wisp of a man with long, black hair, the one clearly in charge. However, by his side stood a particularly beefy looking man, wearing armor as thick and wide as he was, and boasting a magnificent mustache, war hammer in hand. From here, it became clear that there were other ways to enter this main hall. Namely, through the kitchens or some other area if they took one of their antechamber's side passages and were willing to detour. Unaware of the happenings outside, or that they were even being watched by Jayden doing her best fly-on-the-wall impression with her claws, their nervous eyes all turned towards the thick wooden doors as Rikka shouted.
"Angel, you are damning us to the forces of evil and death!" the mustached man loudly declared, his voice strong and booming. However, Wu's quick words soon had the mustachioed man and his lord looking at one another in utter disbelief and confusion. Turning his attention back to the door again, the absolute unit of a man shouted again, "Don't the undead want to kill us all and eat our brains or somesuch?"
"That's what I keep saying!" Viz suddenly shouted back.
"Augh! I know that voice!" the silken voice of the lord began in alarm, frantically pointing his finger at the door. "Keep that zealot of a woman out of here! A dozen shillings to anyone that shuts her up as well! She's nothing but trouble!"
The burly leader of the guard simply groaned, a hand to his face.
She continued over, getting closer to where the Lord was. She was going to have to be quick about this. Everything would have to go right. Everything. She coiled up her legs, and with all the strength she could muster, crumbling some of the stone under foot. She soared through the air for a moment, before slamming down onto the throne behind the Lord. As she did, she shut down the invisibility, and made her head visible without pulling down her defenses. Better for them to see her face. She was scarier like that, or so she was told. Her face screwed up into a vicious snarl as she grabbed the Lord, lifting him off the ground by his collar with pathetic ease, bringing them nose to nose. Then she growled ominously.
"I agree with you," Jayden said, shaking him just a little. "But we're having that talk, or I'm going to crush your head like a grape... I'm done with this stupid song and dance..." She growled, lifting him even higher off the ground. "And before your guards get any funny ideas... If they attack, they are more likely to kill you, than they are to even make a scratch on me."
Keep Antechamber -> Keep Main Hall
Royama grimaced the moment that Jayden's form appeared after having toppled the lord from his throne. She couldn't be upset, however, she had essentially given Jayden a blank check to act- so long as she didn't make anything worse and actually followed orders. The Jongwu and Angel were the squad's best hope of getting what they wanted as fear could be a powerful negotiation tool when trying to cow the particularly stubborn. Hopefully, the guards wouldn't try to attack Jayden or Rikka, because they wouldn't last very long with their bows and arrows and pointy sharp sticks.
The Doctor tip-toed into the room, pulling Viz along with her in an almost comedic fashion as she eyeballed everyone inside, "Follow along- but stay out of sight, between Furry-Hulk and the 'Avatar of Justice' they might have an accident if we expose a whole group of women in skin-tight bodysuits toting around laserguns. Viz and I are bad enough as it is." She squinted her eyes and turned briefly to look at Viz, "If you keep your mouth shut for the next ten minutes or so I'll get you any figurine or cosplay outfit from one of those shows you keep bringing up. I mean it." She muttered in the loud-mouthed Priestess' ear, only audible enough for her to hear- before turning her attention back to the scene that had unfolded before her. With Rikka being her angry, impatient self and Jayden having pounced the lord from his seat it only seemed best to keep pushing along what had seemed the path of least resistance- bullying the denizens of this keep to get what they wanted. Greater good and all that.
"It's as simple as agreeing with her and she'll set you down, promise! No one's going to eat your brains- or any of your organs for that matter. You can listen to what needs to be said and we'll be on our way- or she'll do what she says, and that'd be a horrible shame. Having your head crushed by her will be quick enough- but painful, and incredibly messy." The Doctor shrugged her shoulders, "Either way we get to go home and I'm really starting to get tired of being here."
Keep Main Hall
It didn't matter that dialog had begun though. As they tried to talk, and Viz hopped up and down on her tiptoes like a child wanting to go to the restroom, the warrior of justice continued to count, and panic settled in.
"They are still coming through!" a foreign man clad in eastern ō-yoroi shouted as the countdown finished. The angel's flaming sword dramatically plunged through the now smoldering, glowing door as its edge slowly slowly hissed and crackled through the thick beams placed across them. Someone shouted to barricade the doors, and as several of the men finished lifting and placing one of the tables into place, men were sent sprawling to the ground as Jayden pounced in. Mac soon followed, but he was quickly blocked off, the men pummeling him back with their polearms despite the mere warning shot, the laser rifle too unfamiliar a weapon for them to recognize the threat. Worse, the Angel's patience wore out as the oaken slabs came out of their frame by the hinges, wood splintering as her-holiness kicked her way through. Men were sent sprawling to the ground and with Jayden holding the small city's lord in her grasp, weapons leveled as everyone seemed to pause and stare at one another. Slowly, carefully, those sent sprawling started tentatively stood back up. Eyes lurid with fear, their hands slowly reached for weapons as their gaze darted between the giant Ligeress and the Angelic Messenger with her cohorts of scantily clad goons.
One man stuck in the middle, his head having struck the floor, feverishly grasped his halberd, knuckles white. But the moment his eyes settled onto Jayden's lightning blue slits, something in him snapped.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" screaming at the top of his lungs, the man charged at her, his polearm leveled at the giant Jongwu. Bolts cracked out from crossbows, shattering across everyone's energy shields and Rikka's armor. The mustachioed man began clamoring back up onto his feet, having been knocked over by Jayden's entry, but the ō-yoroi clad man suffered no such problem and leaped into action. Billmen and halberdiers ran past Rikka to clobber the rest of the squad, their religion urging them to avoid her. However, the eastern foreigner had no such compulsions as he settled into a stance. Drawing from the sheathe, steel white light cleaved out at the Angel!
The other part, or rather, the significant majority of her, had already torn the polearm out of the guard's hands, and with an instinctual amount of strength, or to say, all of her strength, brought her fist against the chin of his helmet backhand style. her fist connected solidly, and there wasn't enough time for his head to flail out of the way. The force of Jaydens strike did many things in a fraction of a second. First, it caved in the side of the guard's helmet. When the Helmet gave all it could, the force of the blow transferred to the guard's jaw, which was swiftly shattered far beyond any natural repairs. Finally, the helmet proved to be the killing blow, as it held the jaw to the head, and gave Jayden's strike the leverage it took to snap his neck quite effectively, twisting it so far the flesh of his neck actually started to tear from the sheer torque Jayden had generated, using his spine as the fulcrum. All of this happened in a split second, accompanied by a sickening, wet, metallic CRACK, before Jayden once again let out a challenging roar.
She took a step forward, leaned down, scooped up the body of the guard she just hit, still clicked into the rage and threw the body at the second guard, using the momentum of the twist to face the third, letting out a challenging growl. She still had the lord in her other hand, her gaze locking onto the polearm guard's eyes, daring him to approach her at this point.
No use in the human disguise anymore, she thought. Brigid envisioned her wings growing out to their full size and her humanized features returning to their natural appearance. The tips of her ears became pointed and grew a bit longer. Her canines elongated into sharp fangs and her fingernails turned black, growing into sharp claws. Finally, slightly curved horns grew horns grew out of the top of her head. A sizeable flickering ball of flame appeared above and between her horns.
She smiled at the human guards, showing her fangs, and rushed forward. Picking a target she used her claws to splinter his polearm and then pulled him towards her with the half he was still holding. Brigid wrapped her arms around him and drew him in close, pressing her lips against his and thrusting her tongue into his mouth for a Draining Kiss. At first, he resisted but as she sucked the energy out of him he went limp in her arms. As her magic reserves started growing the flame above her head went from a flicker to a blazing inferno.
looking around as his squad mate worked on subduing the guards "tell the others to drop their weapons or your head will start looking like his leg." he jested to the guy whos leg from the shin down was separated from his laser blast he fired. toning out his screaming he looked around priming another shot with the barrel parked under the guards chin. "now."
"ENOUGH!" Rikka shouted and lent to her words with a heavy Smite spell, not strong enough to do actual damage, but just the shockwave of divine energy enough to hopefully push everyone off their kilter and stop the combat.
"Stop fighting NOW! We are not here to fight, we are here to talk! If you continue this though I will have no issue with killing you all." Rikka had taken a step back from the eastern adorned warrior and instead held her sword straight out at him as if she tried to warn him off from combat. Flames licked up the sides of the blade, though Rikka could feel her magic reserves were nearly depleted.
Settling into a fighting stance, she began to run from the back of the group towards Rikka, but was spooked by the words she spoke. She took a gamble. She bent her legs and jumped towards a spot beside the Angel facing the easterner. She showed herself when the noise of her feet hitting the ground could be heard. She let her violet eyes look to the foreign swordsman, and her voice was as threatening as it could be.
"You better listen, she means it."
Keep Main Hall
This might as well happen, Royama figured, clearly the only languages these people were going to listen to were yelling and violence. Fortunately for (most) of the people in the room, the rifles that a majority of the squad were equipped with were all equipped with a non-lethal electrolaser. The Doctor released Viz's hand from her, "Don't move," and raised her weapon to take down anyone that dared to come close to her and the eternally whiney priestess. Royama had never been a soldier, but she was excellent under stress and she had often shot down a range when she was working with the Alliance Navy! It was almost the same thing. She wasn't in a horrible amount of danger- and she wasn't really being shot at. As long as no one came close enough to threaten her or her involuntary charge her rifle would remain unfired. Her Squadmates could protect themselves and somehow it seemed as if firing at a bunch of guards wielding weaponry eras behind their own would be wholly unnecessary
"Gods. If you coul- " Whatever she was going to say couldn't have been nearly as loud and commanding as Rikka's. She could be both- but it was rather hard to be as loud as 'The Avatar of JUSTICE'- or whatever it was that she claimed to be, "Yeah. What she said. This isn't a fight that we want to have. We will finish it if we have to, however."
Keep Main Hall
"STAND AND DELIVER!" a voice boomed. As Jayden turned to face the third soldier, she found herself facing the short, portly, mustachioed man from before. Only, he wasn't portly anymore. Having found his footing, the man had risen, all of his bulk following with him to flex into rippling muscle under his maile. Face red with indignation and rage, the now muscle bound mustachioed man charged Jayden with a brassy bellow. Her feline instincts suddenly honed to a knife's edge, and the giantess of a liger lashed out with a lethal paw, only to suddenly feel her bones shake with violence. The portly man had swung his fist out in a herculean punch that landed square in the palm of her hand with a loud boom - though her feet skidded back a foot or two, they locked, strength matched as the man began to glow with an inner strength!
Further away, the rest of the squad was met with a brawl as troops charged the rest. Having drained the life out of the man in her grasp, Brigid easily used his limp form as a shield, his compatriots' hesitant attacks hitting plate or maile. At the same time, Mac's shot had one of the soldiers fall as the other man took a laser to the knee, but as soldiers did time and time again, they charged. They charged like knights into a hail of arrows, musketeers into canon fire, dough boys into machine guns and space marines into the maw of monsters. History repeated itself all over again in miniature, complete with almost artillery-like explosions in the background spraying them with gravel, only for Mac to feel the charging cleave of a halberd come swinging right down towards his neck but narrowly miss, the steel hewing down into his right collarbone instead. The suit hardened, but the man felt the sharp, crack and snap of bone. This close, Mac pushed the muzzle of his weapon under the man-at-arms', but in the panic, adrenaline fueled rush of rage and fear and sheer pants shitting terror, he soon found himself wresting for his laser rifle. Air snapped and cracked as the man-at-arms fighting Mac for his gun suddenly froze up, stiff as board the moment Royama fired her electro-laser, stunning the man and several others stiff.
"But I can't heal people if I don't move!" Viz moved her mouth, but not her body. Arms held close, she obediently stayed where she was like a dumb puppy as Rikka herself was halfheartedly poked at by several men. At the same time, the eastern swordsman's blows send tremors running up the angel's arm, only to leap back and deftly stay on his toes. Despite that, the space was plenty enough for holy, white light to suddenly wash over them all as their resident angel bellowed. Brigid immediately felt her skin burn like she had been under the sun for far too long, her magical flame weakening, but fortunately for her, it was only the entirety of her left side. Silence reigned, and as the dust settled, it became clear that several bodies littered the floor, some stunned, others riddled with smoking holes as others in their squad fired, or in the case of one, nearly decapitated, but the fighting had stopped as all the natives turned their attention to the resident angel.
"Oh, don't mind me, I've been through worse," an old woman's voice finally drifted out from outside the chamber
Mac shut his eyes as a wave of pain shot threw his body as his collarbone now worse as he could feel it broken and pressing against his tight suit and skin rendering his shooting arm useless for the time being "arrgh..." Mac growled threw gritted teeth as he pushed himself off the hard ground with his good arm letting the other hang twords his side as it hurt too much to move anything attached to that side of the collarbone. standing to his feet he unsheathed the stunned man at arms dagger from his belt before moving into a silat stance, moving little by little back twords the rest on the team his gun still gripped in his other hand not taking his eyes off the other combatants in the room. "Itami wa tan'naru gensōdesu." he said to himself in his native tongue as he stood near viz. in his stance.
That excitement was, however, quickly tainted and corrupted by anger. All it did now was tell her she didn't need to restrain. Instincts honed to a razor edge, she already knew what to do. With that same cat like agility, she fell backwards, yanking the man with her. The plan, use her height, throw him over her, and get in top. Then, start punching until the twitching stopped.
Maybe someone would try and stop her. Maybe, someone could stop her. None of that to her was relevant. Now she just wanted to win against someone who wasn't helpless.
“Damn it, Justice lady! Was that necessary!?” She hissed at Rikka. “I have fair skin, you know. Now I probably look like a fucking lobster on the left side.” She complained, gesturing at her face. The left side was bright red as she expected though the pain was already receding. Noticing that they were all staring at the angel she walked over to Viz, careful not to step on any bodies.
“Hey, priestess. Would you be a dear and heal my angel sunburn?” Brigid asked.
"Put him down. We are here to talk, not fight." She put up a brave face, but the fact that a simple human had started to turn her shield arm numb confused her. She pushed it aside, something for another time. "We are here to get to the bottom of claims made by the Necromancer about the people of the city. If you do not put your weapons down, sit down, and talk, we will finish this fight. I think it should already be made apparent who will win that..." Rikka looked around to those dead and her own squad before she looked to find a table with enough space to accommodate those that would talk, made her way past those around her like they were ants, and simply stood at the head of the table to await the others to make their choices.
Jayden was still attacking the guy when her attention returned to the isolated duel, "Jayden. Stand down- lay off the guy." The Liger didn't do so much as even shoot a glance her way. She was totally enraptured, hellbent on pummeling her opponent to a red paste. That was a problem.
"Jayden. Stop! That's an order." The same results as before- although of no real surprise.
Royama considered herself a generally a reasonable and empathetic woman, even as she raised her weapon and fired electro-lasers at the raging Ligeress until she was a heap on the floor.
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As Mac slowly got back to his feet, so did the remaining locals. Eyes meeting eyes, they all cautiously stepped back from each other as the guardsmen began dragging back their dead and wounded. Brigid's own withdrawal was much more smoother however, primarily owing to the happily dreaming man that she shrugged off and the incredulous looks of his cohorts. However, when they both asked Viz for her healing magic, she balked.
"Bah, it's always heals this, heals that!" the priestess began. In the background, Jayden's intercepted fist became a grab as she made to simply YEET the Master of the Guard, but in that very same instant, he felt her brace for the pull and instinctively leaped straight into it, chain mail and plated crotch smashing straight into the dauntingly tall Ligress's helmeted head with a shower of sparks. "People are always asking me for heals and don't tell me how awesome I am from bringing them back from dying!" the blue haired woman pouted, stomping a foot and briefly bouncing as a result. By now, the Master of the Guard had wrapped his legs around Jayden's head and neck in a grapple, disrupting the holography as he held his warhammer upside down and slammed it into the Jongwu's armored head, flashes of light and sparks flying over and over while she punched and smashed into his sides, ringing the man like a deep gong each time. The far easterner's mouth was agape as he clutched onto his katana, gesticulating in disbelief for someone to stop the two. "It's like you're treating me like one of those inferior heal bots in the medbay!" she started to cry a little, however, when Royama ordered her to, Viz sniffled and held out her hands, a wave of relief washing over the two as skin mended, bones set and healed. "I better not get cooties from you," she sniffled at Brigid, her hand on her shoulder.
Unfortunately, the man Rikka tried speaking to, the previously most reasonable of the local lot, was locked in a life or death struggle with Jayden. Or at least, would have been, if the Jongwu's armored helmet and his plate maile didn't protect so well.
"What is this shamefur dispray?!" the ō-yoroi clad warrior finally exclaimed, butchering the local language as his face grew red. Sheathing his katana, he stormed over the back and plopped himself down on one of the few remaining chairs as Royama futilely tried to order Jayden to stop, and then fiddled with her rifle. A pop-up box on her display asked if she wanted to commit friendly fire against the team pet, and hitting yes, promptly saw the gaps in Jayden's armor highlighted. As well as the Master of the Guard being labeled as 'Local Pest Species'. The air cracked and popped, and moments later, both Jayden and the local knight were writhing on the ground in pain.
"What....what just happened?" the local lord stammered from the ground.
"A complete mess, by the sounds of it. Are you all well done in there?" an elderly woman's voice called to them from outside the hall. On hearing that however, the city's ruler raised an eyebrow, uncertain as to what he had just heard.
"Did you just say cooties? Are we in primary school?" Brigid asked indignantly. She was getting slightly annoyed at the constant assumptions people kept making about her based on her appearance. Sure, maybe a few times when she was younger she had picked up a few illnesses from unsavory characters. These days she was much better at picking sexual partners though.
"If you must know, I am one hundred percent clean. Anyway, thank you for healing me, Viz. I will find some way to repay you." She said, giving Viz a hug.
While she was close she got a good whiff of the priestesses scent. She gasped. "No way. Are you... are you a virgin?" Brigid whispered. "Girl, I think I know how to repay you." She said cheerfully. Releasing Viz, she turned back to watch the lord and his men. The next few minutes would reveal the truth about this whole thing. She didn't want to miss the juicy parts of this little drama.
"Of co - erk, I, uh. Guh - " the priestess stuttered and sputtered, unable to speak. No matter her reply, she knew, she was 'screwed' as they would say, and she knew it. "SHUT UP!" Viz yelled, finger defiantly pointed at the Yazatan woman, the elder woman's corpse walking by as they argued. "I'm a pure, noble priestess of the Goddess of Freedom!" she loudly declared. In the background, the Master of the Guard lay on the floor, exhausted from the full-body Charley Horse, but as he got up and put the monocle back to his bad eye, he realized his other hand was resting on something soft. Something squishy. Recoiling away from Jayden, he coughed nervously as the old woman strode by, his face burning red as sweat began to bead on the portly man's forehead. The team was told to simply deliver ' the package' and now that they had, they watched as she came to sit by the town's lord. Shaken by the violence, he could only pale as the old woman neared, but she soon just sat next to him.
"I was honestly going to berate you son," the moving corpse began from behind her veil, "Darken the skies, have the torches flicker, the paintings all turn to scowl in anger at you. But after all that, I'll just put it plainly," she began to explain, her now middle-aged son nodding in understanding. "I know you are appropriating funds from the town to the army, but having done so, there will be no more heroes from this place of beginnings. More importantly - " the elderly woman stopped mid-sentence as dust slowly began to drift down and onto the floor. " - the undead only crumble if our summoner has severed the link, or is dead."
She held a gloved hand high, dust wafting out from under it and onto the floor.
While things began to settle down Mac would rest his back on a wall taking the time to reflect of the mission so far wondering if their group's action is worthy of praise on how they handled things or did they earn a tounge lashing from their number of mess ups. 'Either way were alive and for the most part it seems the undead crisis might be over though time will tell' Mac thought to himself.
Church of Heroes -> Keep Main Hall
As the room began to calm down a stream of curses could be faintly heard in the distance, the volume slowly increasing as the source of the swears, a young yazatan man, approached the keep Hall at haste. As he arrived to the doors of the keep silence fell for just a moment before dante flew through the doors, naked as the day he was born with a face full of terror, being completely defenseless left the devil a darker shade of red.
Sweeping into the room and flying over to perch atop the throne for relative safety Dante yelled out to his squad mates "Don't fuckin' do anything! the zombie heroes killed the fuckin' witch!" In hopes of minimising whatever catastrophe he helped bring on the group though it was probably all too late. While he crouched on the throne, missing his armor and his weapons he tried to keep just a little bit of decency by wrapping his wings around himself, thought moments ago they had been spread out behind him as he entered, no doubt a great first impression on the Lord.
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As Dante flew in, Viz couldn't help but snicker, clearly less than impressed by the Yazata's armament. However, it was what he said on landing that provoked her. "BWHAHAHHAHAHA!" she obnoxiously laughed, tears of joy already at the edges of her eyes. "Ding dong, the witch is dead!" the priestess practically sang, bouncing back and forward on her feet. "What did you do? Stab her?" Viz sarcastically began. "Oh! Wait! You said it was her own stupid undead?! I gotta see this!" Practically grinning from ear to ear, she was already making to leave. Incredulous themselves, the remaining guards simply looked at each other while the lord of the city worked his mouth like a goldfish, eyes darting between the members of the squad, the indecent Dante, and his re-dying mother.
She started at him with a mixture of rage and embarrassment. The two kicked eyes for a moment, and they both acted at the same time. Jayden, swung at him quickly, and he revoked away, narrowly missing here paw removing his head. She got up with a growl, bearing her teeth at the man, but the reminder of being shot stopped her from doing much else.
She stared at Mac. "I don't see any reason to save the witch. Mission accomplished, right? We somehow managed to complete the objectives of both sides. Now we just make sure that the Lord here straightens up and stops being an asshole or we'll let Rikka and Jayden loose on them. Undead problem solved, Lord problem solved." Brigid reasoned. Maybe they had done it completely by accident, but it seemed to her that everything had worked out in the end. Why save the witch and mess up a win-win?