#⚔️ thread: kentucky fried tibarn

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Tibarn and Patty both use their support magic to set things up for the rest of them. The barrier of fire envelops Ifrit once more, ready to soak up whatever damage they dish out.

"One last push!" she encourages, half to herself and half to everyone else. "I'll break the barrier again and then everyone else can attack!"

With that, Lyn urges her winged companion to take her back within melee range. She swings herself out of the saddle once more, gauntlets ready to punch at Ifrit's hard skin.

Lyn 2/10HP hits Ifrit 2/10HP with Killer Knuckles [Roll: 12 + 0 = 12; -0.5HP, Ifrit 1.5/10HP / 3/4BP ] Lyn 2/10HP hits Ifrit 1.5/10HP with Killer Knuckles [Roll: 6 + 0 = 6; -0.5HP, Ifrit 1/10HP / 2/4BP. Desperation activates! Lyn 2/10HP hits Ifrit 1/10HP with Killer Knuckles [Roll: 3 + 0 = 3; -0.5HP, Ifrit 0.5/10HP / 1/4BP ]Lyn 2/10HP hits Ifrit 0.5/10HP with Killer Knuckles [Roll: 1 + 0 = 1; -1HP, Ifrit 0/10HP / 0/4BP ]

Ifrit crashes to the ground, where it is engulfed by the same flames that burn them. The flames seem to invigorate it and it roars back to life, shooting off flames like plumes of lava. The molten rock explodes into the air, where it rains down over the whole arena.

Fiery Rebirth activates! -3HP, Patty 0/10HP | Miracle activates! Patty 0.5/10HP -2HP, Morgan 8/10HP | Morgan is afflicted with Burning!  -2HP, Lyn 0/10HP | Lyn has been defeated! -2HP, Tibarn 6/10HP -1HP, Lachesis 8/10HP Ifrit’s health is restored by 50% [+5, Ifrit 5/10HP] and Ifrit’s Barrier is restored! [4/4BP]

The scorching flames sear into Lyn's still open wounds. It burns, of course it does, red hot pain searing like an iron brand. The pain makes her vision go white for a moment and she nearly doubles over, gasping in pain. She should be stronger than this, but the truth of the matter is she's still hurting from Apocalypse.

She can still do more, she can still push herself further, even with these injuries—no, the younger blonde girl, whom she belatedly recognizes as a fellow Golden Deer student, looks to be barely holding on. What she should do here is move her out of harm's way, her own pride be damned.

Reaching out, Lyn hoists Patty up onto her horse, sitting the other girl in front of her on the saddle. The horse alights into the air, hovering the two girls safely out of Ifrit's range.

"Forgive us, Patty and I have to pull out here!" Lyn shouts down to the others, waving off their concern. "Don't worry about us; just focus on taking down the enemy!"

She slumps forward somewhat, leaning her head against Patty's shoulder. If she just rests for a moment and licks her wounds, she should be fine to jump back into the fray soon enough.

If she just...

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Kentucky Fried Tibarn ❁ Team 4 Iron Round

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The area around them distorts and shifts around them as the magic constructs a new arena for them. Lyn feels herself lift off the ground on the back of a horse, hovering even further off the ground thanks to the (functional!) wyvern wings affixed to the saddle. She urges the horse to land on the ground, but it whinnies in displeasure, shaking its head.

The reason for this obstinate refusal becomes clear as soon as the heat reaches Lyn.

The heat feels every bit as extreme as it had been at the Dragon's Gate, although what stands before them is not a dragon, but some other manner of creature. It is similar in appearance to the fire dragon in her memory, with great curved claws and claws, blazing fire enveloping its body. The similarities end there, though. It lacks wings of flame and its horn are less draconic in nature and more in line with that of a bovine, lengthy protrusions that curve upwards at the tips.

Its name is Ifrit, the voice of Fire echoes inside of Lyn's head, preening like a proud pet owner. Impressive, is it not?

Ifrit roars, calling a second copy of itself forth from the bubbling magma, but neither move to attack Tibarn even as he sets down on the ground. Even after resting, he still looks worse for the wear.

"Stay safe!" she calls down from above. "We'll try to finish this quickly!"

With a few flap of its artificial wings, Lyn's horse rises in the air before it dives down towards Ifrit. Swinging herself out of the saddle mid-dive bomb, Lyn hooks a boot in the stirrup and leans off to get a better angle with her gauntlets.

There's a reason pegasus knights prefer lances and nomads prefer bows, although Lyn trusts the horse not to drop her.

Lyn 3/10 HP crits, crits, crits, and hits [Roll: 1]  Magma Double 4/4 HP. Ifrit's Double activates! [Roll: 19,18,16,7 ; -3.5] Magma Double 2/4 HP.

A body double of the monster fashioned out of molten rock oozes itself in front of the horned beast to block the hits. It does not fight back, merely stands where it is, which makes Lyn's horse much more amenable to Lyn's urging to dive back in for another attack.

Rushing Blow activates! Lyn crits, hits, hits, and hits [Roll: 2] Ifrit. [Roll: 19, 9, 7, 6; -3 HP, -4 BP] Ifrit 7/10 HP. Ifrit’s shields are broken!

On the second try, the hits connect with the correct target and the flames surrounding Ifrit's body dispel, leaving it exposed.

The horse flaps its wings once more, not wanting to chance a third try, so Lyn swings herself back into the saddle by grabbing the horse's neck and vaulting herself back up in one smooth motion.

"Good job," she whispers soothingly to her horse, rubbing its neck encouragingly, grateful for its trust in her to pull off such a risky maneuver. Lyn then raises her voice for the rest of the team to hear, "It's open! Make your attacks now before it recovers!"

Kentucky Fried Tibarn ❁ Team 4 Iron Round