valtiel [zombie invasion raid]

"Yikes."

Looks like the Ugly Momma Bear was pissed off after the first wave of assaults. So much so it rampaged and took it's rage out on everyone, most notably the footmen who were being splattered.. and/or sent flying to their demise once they collided with the wreckage surrounding the raid.

The whole thing was quite the scene.. but when it screeched another eardrum destructive scream, it displayed it's true powers as the Mother of Shitbrains.

She'd lost sight of everyone then, as flying undead swarmed in alongside the battleground suddenly being re-awoke and causing neighbor to kill neighbor, or father to devour son. She could see the path of undead being blown away here and there, specifically near AJ's position, but that was it.. her vision being assaulted by an sudden onslaught of fifty undead.. bats?

She knew other creatures were swarming the skies too but, for her, the bats seemed to of preferred their fellow bat-winged creature as a target, as they viciously assaulted her, biting every inch of body and then some, she managed to erect an aura to mediate some of the damage, but for the most part, they had damaged her more than she liked.

Maybe they had been attracted by her stomach's scent of blood. Thirsty fuckers.

Aggravated and injured, she'd began to flap her wings aggressively, both pushing the weaker undead babies away from her while also funneling her energy palms. She'd rush over the sky with their momentum, heading above the undead scum that had caused so much trouble over the last month or so. It was battered and broken, but it still had life in it. Perhaps a consistent wave of energy would blast it apart.

Aiming to penetrate it's head down to it's ass, she'd launch the energy in her hands, creating a wide and continuous stream of a blast which seared down upon it, attempting to turn it into nothing more than a pile of melting mush.

Orion Prima

_{Summary: Gets assaulted by a ton of undead bats. Erects aura to mitigate their damage but still takes the brunt of it. Flys over the Mother of the Dead and does a thicc kamehameha on top of it's head, hoping to obliterate it's entire "center" body. (Post ?)}

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HP: 104/260 | MP: 71/125
HP - [160-56]
MP - [85+6-10-10]


ATK: 28 42
DEF: 0
AC: 10
HEAL: 0
STAM: 13
Level: 6

Magic.
Take-Over

DEFENSE
— Attack 1: Hit {Magical Attack: Night of the Living Dead}
— Attack 2: Hit/Miss
— Damage received: 76 56
— Conditions: 2/3 Power Up -- ATK

Offense
STANDARD ACTION: Magical Attack {Take-Over: Attack}
— Attack Roll: G5p3BMPP + 21
— Condition Roll: n/a
BONUS ACTION. Absorb {Take-Over: Aura Defense}
— Effect: 20 Point Damage Mitigation

——Potential damage: 84

MP used: 20
MP regenerated: 6 {6 min / 13 max}

INVENTORY
[T1] Take-Over: Pointy Bits [Fang/Claws]

This was all going terribly.
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You had better believe he missed again.
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He fired, he missed. He missed again. He missed both times. His hands and arms possessed a quiver born of fear. The perverse roar of the creature he fought instilled something greatly traumatizing. It made him not want to shoot what was in front of him and that fact alone distrubed him enough.
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Though, hardly did it compare to a fright so grand, it drew hallucinations all around him. Grotesque, undead, hobbling corpses with spiders scambling about their surface, crawling out of empty eye sockets, around ears and into the bedimmed caverns leading within.
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“...Ew…” That was all Ret had to say before he turned a fully-automatic machine gun onto the lot of them. He forged new holes in all of them. Some in their bellies, some in their heads, some in their chests and even their hands, if not blown clean off, possessed appearance akin to swiss cheese more than anything else.
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And then all the little children he shot fell to the ground, whimpering, most motionless and bleeding collectively into a pool of blood grand and stinking of a familiar metal scent.
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The shaking his arms were doing intensified. His clutch of the weapon grew slack and it fell to the ground with a dull clank. The fear of God stretched Ret’s eyes wide and he wordlessly shook his head. He mouthed something, but no sound escaped him. A hushed, “no…” and then many more in rapid succession followed as he grabbed the sides of his head and screamed in completely and utter horror before collapsing to his knees and falling unconscious.
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The delirium overwhelmed him as well as the unseen blows of the actual creatures summoned at the time. There he lay, cold and unfeeling, awake but not; but then a warmth entered him. His eyes were able to open, ajar, and move to place a familiar face in his line of sight.
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“...If you keep that up, I’ll end up fallin’ for ya.”
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It was Berry. Her tears were the first things Ret noticed and upon seeing them, felt obligated to lighten the mood. This was despite the trauma he just suffered. It lingered powerfully within the back of his mind, but a pained smile surfaced anyway.
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“Thanks, Berry. Figured I’d be protecting you.”
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Ret righted himself, pushed himself back atop a shaky pair of feet and looked towards the creature with a persistent unsureness. “Maybe I’ll do a more old-school approach,” he said in an attempt to console himself as he allowed the past weapon to vanish and a compound bow to appear within his left hand’s clutch in its wake. A strange arrow appeared within the other hand. He pivoted to his side faced the beast. Facing somewhat away did his nerves a great favour and lent to proper form. Drawing the bowstring back with the arrow, he let lose towards the beast’s chest and awaited an explosion to erupt forth upon impact.

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Summed up: Traumatized. Got beat up while hallucinating. Got healed by Barry. Stood back up and tried to attack with a compound bow.
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Note: Feared, so disadvantage, but the boss is blinded, so advantage. Both cancel each other out, so it’s just a straight roll. Also, I got word Kaida's being skipped. So I'm up!

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Sadly, his attempt to grapple the creature had failed. The size was too great, or he just lacked the power to do so. No matter, he thought, glancing around nervously as he watched people writhe in agony. Whatever had affected them previously had suddenly tripled in pain. He saw insects squirming under skin, and blood seeping out of eyes.

Thank the gods that wasn't him.

When waves upon waves of undead appeared, Sovereign and all his clones would gather together into a tight circle facing outwards. Their bodies began to flicker like a candle flame, their magic making them harder to hit and keep track of. When the undead got close, they simply dodged it or smashed their skulls apart with the mace. It was tiresome work, but they succeeded.

Panting heavily surrounded by piles of slain undead, Sovereign would raise a hand up into the air. His clones would begin to shake violently, their bodies breaking down into black shadows before they all fired up. Sovereign made his own horde of zombies, a cruel mimic of the attack this mother of maggots had just recently created. The shadow clones of zombies would rocket up into the air, slamming into the creature before biting and clawing away at her like a swarm of ants.

Cheshire Copeland

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HP: 220/220 | MP: 101/115

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ATK: 02
DEF: 23 35 / AC: 22 28
HEAL: 00
STAM: 11
Level: 04

MAGIC.

Defense
Attack 1. Miss.
Attack 2. Hit or Miss.
Damage received: 0
Conditions: #

Offense
Standard Action. Bite Back [counter].
— Attack Roll: #
— Condition Roll: #
Bonus Action. Flicker [power-up DEF]
— Effect: DEF x1.5
— Bonus Roll:
Potential damage: 76

MP used: 20
MP regenerated: 06


Inventory
Kisses (T1 Mace).