the twelfth labor (vs Quatro Cerberus)

Ivory had not known the Nyctores brothers, but she had known AJ had formed a friendship with the cat-kin. Their death had been a tragedy, perhaps not to her exactly, but to her beloved and to their friends - so she had came with the pride of Spears that sought the destruction of Quatro Cerberus, in vengeance to the heinous and needless act of slaughter that they had gifted Cait Shelter with.

..And she came with a wooden bowl of ramen.

Floating behind AJ, with Rhian and the others following, Ivory had not expected someone aside from Sovereign to step forward to defend the guild known to be cutthroat relic hunters. She did not even expect that her hands would get dirty themselves - or that she would feel compelled to join in at all - as AJ was plenty powerful to take down anyone who stood in her way. Nonetheless, the impulsion to intervene roused in her at the sight of the man who held himself between his guild hall and certain death. He did not seem like a cutthroat. He had honor and loyalty.

She frowned as she slurped up the deliciousness that was Basalt's special ramen of the day; "Can we let that one fight Rhian? She could use the practice. He's no coward, so perhaps he has earned a fair fight. For now, anyways. I know he'll need to be ended, but, might as well make use of his vigor and give Rhian something to train against." She knew the rage in AJ's eyes, however, and did not expect that her words would go heeded. These who fell beneath the QC banner were marked for death, and it would not be surprising if the twins decided to get it over with sooner rather than later.

It was worth a shot though; Ivory respected anyone who was loyal and brave. Even if they supposedly belonged in the garbage. It was what made her her. Fair chances for everyone, unless revealed to be irredeemable.

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Rhian Owens & @everyoneelselols
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(Post: 1 / WC: 331 / Total: 331)

The Godfather was far removed from concepts such as hypocrisy on that day—for she had not spurned the idea of the strong ruling over the weak, but the weak—Quatro Cerberus—attempting to dabble in the affairs of the strong. Not that the woman harboured sympathy for a band of cutthroats who slaughtered innocents in haphazard bouts of extreme violence, perhaps the irony was the entire point. Equated to a dosage of one’s own medicine. As per this to-be exterminated entity’s common philosophy, this was well within the accepted bounds; perhaps they all should keel over and burn. Then again, she doubted she needed a plethora of explanation to justify wiping out criminals, especially those who murdered her friends.

Not like these individuals had much of a choice. She never claimed to be a wide-eyed idealist. They killed her friends, now they were all going to die.

One of them was bold enough to direct a retreat, claiming that Sovereign Pale was not present. He might have been there, maybe he was concealing himself like a cowardly rat. It was an interesting thing; that bravado this man exhibited could have been used for greater purposes. Unlike Quatro Cerberus, helping provide a true iron fist to clutch the world and organize it to its former state. Though the purpose could be considered “benign”, the means weren’t always adhering to blind idealism. Unfortunately, sacrifice was what he chose—and the brunette assured it would be in vain. Whether or not Sovereign was present or not, this man was unable to verify it; he lacked the same omnipotent perception she possessed.

”Tsk, what a waste of potential,” Anniken said, shaking her head. Eccentric eyes glued to him, she rolled her shoulders in a dismissive shrug, before pinning her attention to the cosmic mass pooling within the sky. Before she could put the situation to rest, one of the individuals who decided to embark on the endeavour alongside her spoke up—that is Ivory Volkov, the Underboss and Justice’s girlfriend.

Initially, she glanced in her direction. Blinking a few times, she steered her gaze back towards the anomaly in the sky. The idea of giving an individual who collaborated with a man who killed her friends in cold blood, for no reason, in the most painful way imaginable baffled her. With very benign aspirations such as “glory and fortune”, as well as abandoning the idea of even trying to negotiate, she had no interest in humouring the request; especially given it would literally put Rhian at risk.

It seemed that Cheshire exhibited an identical outlook as she spoke up; if even the advisor had enough of a guild’s shit, then she certainly wasn’t going to provide any modicum of a chance for the scum before her to prove themselves. Anniken, nor Justice, reserved any soft spots for career criminals and their insidious ilk. Those under this bannered were irredeemable thugs, and their existence resulted in the death of those close to herself and Cheshire. They were all going to die.

Hair billowing in the uplifted gravity from the mass of the celestial body, she invigorated it with a nauseating amount of magic power. Simultaneously, a barrier of transparent shadow formed around the members of her group, deterring them from being endangered by the effects.

”Betelgeuse.”

True form revealed, the mass of energy expanded into a miniature star. A condensed body of plasma mirroring a red giant, the size of ten boulders. A deluge of blinding, crimson light poured through the town and even the lands surrounding it for expansive miles. It exuded enough heat to not only reduce the fleeing members of the guild to soot from the igneous radiation, but enough mass to provide its own gravitational field, pulling what was left of their charred cadavers towards it, elongating their form into a the shape of a strand of spaghetti, and reducing them to campfire residue. The church, and all within it, went up in flames—and would be reduced to ashes alongside its populace. Making the heat even more horrifying was the fact she honed it in on that specific location, intensifying it further. As for the remaining fellow, perhaps the gravity would not affect him, but the heat certainly would if it found purchase.

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HP: 2100/2100 | MP: 190/200

SPOILER: Click to show

ATK: 100 150
DEF: 00
AC: 10
HEAL: 00
STAM: 105
Level: 30

MAGIC - ODIN'S EYE
Specialty: Defensive
Enhancements: Attack, Critical Hit, Sense

Defense
Attack 1. --
Attack 2. --
Damage received: 00
Conditions: Power Up -- Atk (1/3)

Offense
Standard Action - Betelgeuse (AoE Magic Attack) @gang & Quatro Cerberus
— Attack Roll: qgyhYwgO +150 (Crit on 18-20)
— Condition Roll: n/a
Bonus Action - n/a
— Effect: n/a
Potential damage: 225

MP used: 20
MP regenerated: 10

Inventory
Fortune & Fate / Trick or Treat -- T1
Gungnir - T3
Sands of Colchis - Magical Item

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@gang Cheshire Copeland Ivory Volkov @all of QC | Post 2 | WC: 714/1125