Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend
[OoC: Still listening to 'A Bad Dream' by Keane. :] Also, see ya Flare, Blue. Thanks for joining in and everything, even if stuff didn't work out as planned. <33
ALSO if you get confused, refer to the OoC at the bottom.]
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"Wellthat'sallfineanddandybutwhoisthisNairaperson!?"
Ashowan/Naira started to glance up. She was about to scream a response, but looked down again - were those flames forming at the corners of her eyes? No - Entropy was working her magic. She was charging in towards the Soul Reaver, fire kicking into all sorts of action as the succubus lashed out without holding anything back. Tendrils of whistling embers whipped out and slashed at the innumerable amount of warriors. Those that the fire did not take care of, her claws rendered lifeless. Naira's head swiveled back towards the cliffs - a load of cannons was jettisoned towards where Kuro was. But they either arrived too late or Kuro was too fast, for the False God was gone before an impact was made. All that was left, because of the cannons' impact, was a charred tree with branches just barely hanging by tendons.
"Brakes!"
Sliding his Nightmare into a considerable position, the pirate fired off a number of things from those other cannons on the ship. Instead of seeing cannonballs, Naira blinked and balked ... were those rubber duckies? Chains, too! And socks, along with an assortment of ... anything. She ducked the sharper objects and was lobbed in the face by a piece of clothing. Pulling it away and chucking it to the side, the Soul Reaver turned towards Entropy to join her in battle, well aware of the oncoming Nightmare (Juno's "MY BRAINS ARE GOING INTO MY FEET!" was hard to miss).
"I'M Naira!" yelled the Reaver over the tumult before letting her claws speak for themselves.
50 ...
51 ...
56 ...
Terry swallowed the lighter and belched a ball of fire. There went another twenty ...
88 ...
95 ...
By the time there were only about fifteen warriors left, Naira spun on her heels. There was movement on the cliffs. Jing! She'd almost forgotten the Incubus was there ... But something about the look on his face ... She smelled blood and her eyes went to the demon's chest. He'd been clawed. Rage fueled inside. She was tempted to run up there and help him but -
WHUMP!
Five warriors took advantage of her momentary distraction by piling into her from behind. Naira was knocked off balance entirely, stumbling forward. Green oculi widened at the sudden realization that Valtiel, from where he hid behind the safety of his force field, formed an eerie blue spear from magic and pulled his arm back. Those eyes of his were locked on Naira.
She tried to move, but her footing was off. She only managed to twist and ankle and fumble in the direction of Juno's ship.
A sharp pain shot through her entire body. Naira's sight blurred for a moment. Blinking away the fuzziness, she looked down towards the focal point of where everything started to hurt. The spear cleanly impaled her fro the back, puncturing the spinal column and coming out through her sternum. Every limb and ligament was numb because the magical weapon of blue flame struck a central point of Naira's power - the unlucky seven. Feeling quite weak very quickly, she keeled forward. The spear head maintained solidity and hit a rock close to the surface of the water. Naira was held up by the javelin. Crimson liquid filtered from the wound and spiraled down the 'pole'.
More fuzziness in the eyes. And then - ka-chaaa! Naira's head snapped backwards at the agony. Her back felt like it was on fire! Unseen to her, the spear's magic had an ulterior purpose. Some of the blue energies seeped from the 'hilt' and circled the unlucky seven on her back. Beneath the guise of her clothing, it burned a crooked circle around the mark. It effectively cut off all the Reaver powers from the being - Naira was suddenly deprived of the ability to heal, to fight back, to restore herself -
It wasn't over yet. The five warriors that smashed her earlier now came at her with knives and swords in the air. She was stabbed multiple times, each cut leaving a gaping wound. Naira tried to bat them away but found that the movement of her arms was sluggish at best. Sheikka was there to save the day. The Anubian ran from her perch to rid the menacing beasts - all five warriors were torched by lightning.
The jackal-headed woman reached Naira just as the latter's appearance began to revert. Thanks to the loss of Soul Reaver powers, Naira looked as she did when this mess all started - brown hair, green eyes, no more red claws or spikes. Her tail became silver and shortened in length. And the blood was everywhere. Was it in her eyes? She blinked, trying to get rid of it. And then she became aware of one thing ...
"Nay! You okay?"
She coughed metallic-tasting stuff from her mouth. "The bleeding won't stop." Green eyes forced themselves to look up. Naira was twitching. Her voice croaked with an itch to say something because she noticed that five more warriors were coming at Sheikka, who was oblivious to the fact, from behind.
It all happened too quickly. Inheriting powers from their creator, the warriors tormented Sheikka with the truth that they could reave her before a scream could be made. Naira lay witness to the destruction of one of her closest friends since she became something of a god of Undeath ... The half-dragon grit her teeth. She looked beyond where Sheikka had been, beyond where the warriors were starting to turn their attention towards her ...
Jing, backing away.
Jing, fear in his eyes.
Jing ... glancing towards Naira with a look that she was all too familiar with.
Distrust.
Wild petrification.
While it may have been true that the Incubus was injured, his retreat stung worst than the weapon lodged in her body. Siltharyn was close to follow, but not by choice. A warrior tackled her and the two were sent toppling into Jing's portal before it closed.
Meanwhile, the warriors that took Sheikka were advancing towards her. Naira had to make an action and ... shit, what was she doing? She looked down, grimacing. Eyes were closed. What had she done ... by bringing all these people with her? Of course it had been their choice to follow but ...
"Naaaaaaaaaaiiiira," crooned Valtiel's singsong voice. Naira bared to glimpse upwards in time to watch him snap his fingers. A hooded figured appeared out of thin air before him. He clasped it on both shoulders with his claws, grin stretching from ear to ear. Naira squinted to get a better look. The hooded being was short ... no taller than three feet, to be sure. In the darkness of the hood though ... the slightest glimpse of red eyes.
Loor stirred in Andri's grip. He opened his eyes, struggling to sit upward. "Nak ... " That feeling ... he was sure of it! The notion that somebody familiar was very close in the area.
Though she was too far to hear the older Ethernian's rambling, Naira nodded in affirmation. Dread clung to her like static, like lint. "Nakeminae ... "
A gust of wind blew back the hood of the short creature in Valtiel's grasp. Pale skin, three blue dots under each crimson eye, wide and afraid ... silvery hair that tapered into blue ...
"Na - " began the little girl, but Valtiel clasped a hand over her mouth and stepped backwards. Something of a portal (an enlarging black circle) took shape behind him. Devilish to the end, the Fallen Angel was going to break away from the battlefield with Nake ...
And Naira knew what she had to do.
Once again she looked beyond the warriors. Her eyes fell upon the Nightmare, seeking the pirate out amongst the cannons. At that same time appeared Leise the owl - a creature summoned in times of great need or to be of service in the form of a brief omen. He would only be there to relay what was needed to be said before vanishing. The feathered ally settled on the railing, talons working to keep balance.
"Naira requests, what with your ability to weave between worlds ...," it murmured almost lifelessly, " ... to get out of here. with Lord Chaos and Loor. She will not follow."
I have to handle this alone.
And with that, the owl flapped its mighty wings and vanished into the night sky like a ghost. Naira sighed to herself, gesturing to Entropy ... Then her gloved hands fumbled for the javelin of magic. She grabbed it where it protruded from her sternum and pulled herself off it with a groan.
"Get out of here, Chaos ... " There was a pause. Naira looked over to the succubus, and her voice was a whisper. "I'm glad to have met you, pal."
Naira had to lean on the javelin for a second or so to catch her breath - for some reason she was getting weaker by the second (was it because of something Valtiel added to the spear's effects?). But just as the five warriors launched forward, Naira launched ahead using the spear as a melee. She was running on dragon's talons towards Valtiel, intent on destroying every warrior that got in her way, fully aware of the other weapons she'd been struck with sticking out of her, and hopefully taking down the remainder of them so she could break through the force field ... get to Valtiel ...
Get to Nake ...
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[OoC: I know this is probably confusing, but I'll try and put everything in Layman's terms.
The spear that Valtiel smashed Naira with was endowed so that it broke through the barrier. Upon impaling the Soul Reaver, part of its magic broke off to cancel out the Unlucky Seven - which is why Naira s weak and why she reverted back to her humanly form. It also removed her basic abilities - fast metabolism, quick healing, and the natural generation of cells to clot wounds.
Leise is like my portable plot device.
Sheikka was killed off in a cheesy way, I know. But she had to go.
Also, NO FOLLOWING Naira. She's going it alone from here on in.
So be honest, guys, how messy was this thing? I think I'll stick to small threads when it comes to plots. xD]
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