#❁ thread ; kentucky fried tibarn. ❁

[regnumaves]

Get a GRIP you sorry excuse of a king, what would your men say if they saw you right now? -

The still aching, but at least somewhat rested wings begin to beat again, first against the dust, then against the air as he finally gets himself off the ground successfully. The muscles still hurt, however, and something in his left shoulder feels like it's not quite in the correct place. Ugh.

He might need to pace himself for a while longer. As eager as he is to get his revenge on whatever monstrosity pops up before them next, he wants said revenge just a bit less than he wants to lose strength in his wings in a critical moment and fall to his death in front of the girls like a damned pigeon. Sure, he could request a heal - but there are others on their team who need it more.

This is fine.

Let's stop being ridiculous here. He is far from finished yet, but also he is not an idiot.

And then, as though to challenge his cool head, the area begins to blur, shift, change - what the hell is going on - oh damn it's hot - hold on why am I actually in hell now -

and when the world stops spinning and shaking, and he sees everything clearly again, it feels as though he is back in the Kauku Caves again, except somehow it's even worse. Much worse, in fact.

The instant his wing gives out and he is forced to land just for a few seconds, he shrieks in surprise before forcing himself into the air - then sighs in resignation and untransforms, his humanoid form lighter in weight and more convenient than the shifted state for the purpose of hovering in one spot for as long as possible.

Gods damn. What can he even do here like this? He groans, shaking his head.

"My apologies, I might be out for longer than I'd hoped," he grumbles. Though his left wing still moves slower than it should, he nevertheless flaps them more vigorously, creating a cooling wave of a tailwind for the girls. "I'll do my best to try and support you and rejoin as soon as I can, alright? You've got this!"

Tibarn uses Rally Dexterity + Rally Speed on Lachesis. Lachesis gains +4 Dex and +4 Spd for one round Ruse activates. Morgan gains +2 Dex and +2 Spd for one round Molten Lava activates. Tibarn HP: 5 → 4

Yikes, that burns.

> @sacaeblade

Kentucky Fried Tibarn ❁ Team 4 Iron Round

[tomorrowscircle]

Activity Check - June: Passed!

Total Skill Points: 10 -> 11 -> 12.

[Monthly Point]: +1 to Authority (Authority Rank D+)

Other Points: +1 to Flying (Dropped Thread, Flying Rank E+)

Claims: N/A

Housekeeping

Waiting On Partner:

Morgan Noises and What They Mean (Shamir) (Gauntlet +1)

F!Byleth Should Have Gotten a Ring Too! (Byleth)

Let Me Warm Your Heart (Sakura)

Waiting On Me:

Thread with Robin (teehee)

Dropped:

If You Give a Wyvern a Heater

Completed:

Trout Population (1095 Words)

Tibarn VC: All Women Are Queens Asshole (423 Words)

Kentucky Fried Tibarn (358 Words)

[tomorrowscircle]

"On it!!" She is going to end this stupid fire spirit or whatever the hell it was, and she is going to end it now. Dodging gracefully out of the way of two of its attacks, she lands back on her feet, the dangerous burning of faith magic in her palms.

Ifrit (1/10 HP) misses Morgan (6/10 HP) with Piercing Flames! [Roll: 1 - 4 = -3; -0 HP] [Morgan: 6/10 HP] Morgan cannot counterattack! Ifrit (1/10 HP) misses Morgan (6/10 HP) again with Piercing Flames! [Roll: 1 - 4 = -3; -0 HP] [Morgan: 6/10 HP] Morgan cannot counterattack!

"Alright you bastard, you're going down!" She doesn't know if can understand her words, but surely it will understand the bloodlust that radiates from her tiny body, how dearly she wishes to kill it. And she's going to make good on her words.

Her hands burn as the light explodes from them, blazing brightly as the sun, scorcing the very flames around. And as the beast falls, she cannot help but gloat a little, pride swelling in her chest.

Morgan (6/10 HP) crits Ifrit (1/10 HP) with Seraphim! [Roll: 13 - 2 = 11; -2 HP] [Ifrit: 0/10 HP] Ifrit is defeated!!!

She turns to her teammates, a grin on her face. "Well, how'd I do?"

Team 4 Iron Round Completed! (We Lived Bitch!!!!)

Kentucky Fried Tibarn ❁ Team 4 Iron Round

[sacaeblade]

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...

@lionheartedsunflower

Kentucky Fried Tibarn ❁ Team 4 Iron Round

[tomorrowscircle]

Morgan feels like she is rather lucky, to be clothed in the mage robes of her homeland, especially with the heat that blazes down upon them from their foe. She's used to heat, a dry heat from the desert sun, but this is burning. But she knows better, than to be caught up in the blaze and thanks whatever higher being exists for the (practical!) headress.

"Don't worry! I've got this!" She calls out cockily, unaware of the hubris that was about to befall her. Warm magic (booooo!) rushes out of her hands as she prepares her spell, a blast of white light blazing as hot as the very lava beneath her heals explodes from her fingers.

Disappointingly, it veers towards the stupid minion of their monstorous enemy at the last second, bouncing off an invisible shield like it didn't even do a thing. Yeah, that sure tasted like hubris alright.

Morgan (6/10 HP) crits Magma Double (0.5/4 HP) with Seraphim. [Roll: 18, -5 damage] Congrats! It does NOTHING! [Magma Double: 0.5/4 HP] Magma Double Cannot Counterattack!

"Oh for fuck's sake! Can't just one you of monsters go down without a freakishly long fight?!" Their enemy does not respond. Understandably, considering it is a rather large dragon shaped creature, but at least a roar would have been nice. You know, just to acknowledge her anger a little.

"Somebody else will get your ass then! Watch out you big old dummy!!"

@lockpicnic or @lionheartedsunflower

Kentucky Fried Tibarn ❁ Team 4 Iron Round

[sacaeblade]

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

[regnumaves]

"Get yourselves to safety, right this instant!"

Perhaps his commanding is unnecessary, given that Lyn is already on her way off the battlefield and away from danger, also taking Patty with her in the process - but Tibarn has seen wounded soldiers push themselves too hard until their bodies fell apart one too many times to refrain from saying it anyway.

(Which is, of course, hypocritical on his part more than half the time, but that's beside the point,)

He shakes off the embers that threaten to take hold of his feathers, wincing as the still aching left shoulder does not appreciate the more dynamic movement. He really needs to just get over it already. He got a heal and everything, surely the effect should set in fully soon.

But the damned thing before them seems hell-bent on ruining their day - not only does it rise back after its defeat, knocking Lyn and Patty out of commission, but even Lachesis' onslaught is withstood, the monstrosity still getting back on its feet in spite of her best efforts.

And then, as if to insult them even further, the summoned double whatever that is turns towards him, firing a projectile his way faster than his wings can currently react.

Magma Double attacks Tibarn with Meteor: 1d20=10. Hit Magma Double deals 4.5 damage. Tibarn HP: 6 → 1.5 Tibarn is stunned

"GODS DAMN—" He just barely stops himself before a stream of swears can get out of him, especially as he sees the flames of the attack hit his remaining allies as well.

Soan's b—

"Kill that thing!"

> @tomorrowscircle

Kentucky Fried Tibarn ❁ Team 4 Iron Round

[regnumaves]

The thanks extended to him are welcomed only with a small huff. He would much rather do more than this - extend his talons once more and tear into the enemy, unleash his fury and his full might against this monstrosity, just like he is normally known to do without a shred of hesitation and mercy.

But however powerful he is, he is not without his weaknesses - and today one of them has been well and truly exploited, the wings he is so proud of punishing him for failing to take proper care of them in the heat of battle, and leaving him forced to, well... play support.

Still, he is not so annoyed as to become rude, and so Lachesis' words prompt a faint smile and light nod from him. "The name's Tibarn, if you need," he says briefly, before frowning as he focuses again on the matter at hand -

namely the damned body double thing that seems to redirect half their attacks its way, rendering most of them useless on top of that.

To quote Boyd, he thinks at least he'd heard it from Boyd the first time, bruh.

He then blinks in surprise as a healing wave envelops him, mending his wounds and burns. Immediately, he tries out his wing - nope. The muscle still aches, and the joins still jumps in and out, prompting a frustrated groan from him. He expected this, he knows well by now that even professional healing only helps so much, mending the wounds but not the exhaustion of injury - but still, UGH.

"Um, thanks," he shoots towards Patty, "but please focus on the others now! They need it more and I'll be out of commission for a bit longer no matter what you do!"

At the very least, it means he can try and offer more support... "Don't get discouraged! Just try that again!"

Tibarn uses Rally Dexterity + Rally Speed on Lachesis. Lachesis gains +4 Dex and +4 Spd for one round Ruse activates. Patty gains +2 Dex and +2 Spd for one round Tibarn is inflicted with Burning. Tibarn HP: 10 → 8

YIKES, IT BURNS.

> @lionheartedsunflower @sacaeblade

Kentucky Fried Tibarn ❁ Team 4 Iron Round