#thread: (tibarn vc) all women are queens asshole

[regnumaves]

Finally, the Elementals grant the Academy with something of use for a change. The appearance of this peculiar portal sparked an immediate interest, and when the church decided to use it for training purposes, Tibarn was quick to sign himself up. This was an opportunity he was not about to miss.

He finds himself teamed up with four women, students and faculty alike, all armed with whatever they chose to bring to this funky place - or the place decided to outfit them with, he doesn't know, nor does he question it. For his part, he has his wings and talons, and needs nothing else. He is ready to go, as he always is, as he would be if someone were to wake him up in the middle of the night with no prior warning.

He then directs his attention to the opponent -

Dheginsea?

No, this cannot be him - what -

he realizes now, as the word echoes at the back of his mind. Apocalypse, is the name of whatever it is they face, he doesn't even recall whether he's ever been told that, or he simply knows - whatever the case may be, it would seem that this, the misshapen shadow of the one who once tried his damnest to time and again stand in his way as he fought for his brethren, is what he thinks of when he hears the word.

And gods damn does it fit.

Whether the girls see the same silhouette he does, he doesn't know - but he supposes it doesn't matter much. This is their enemy no matter what, and he has never been one to hesitate before a fight. "Look alive!" He throws towards them, already mid-transformation as he speaks, even though his voice does not change; an eye's blink later there are talons where his boots used to be and he swoops in with a shriek, still leaving a trail of green aura of shifting energy in his wake as he charges.

Tibarn uses the Fading Blow combat art and attacks Apocalypse with Shifter's Claws: 2d20=20, 4. Crit, Hit. Tibarn deals 4.5 damage. Apocalypse HP: 5 → 0.5 Apocalypse cannot counterattack Apocalypse is inflicted with Toxic Poison

The first strike goes straight across the face, the second leaves a gash in the shoulder - stunning the enemy enough that it does not find it in itself to counterattack him in any way before he retreats to safety.

Yeah, that's just a shadow alright. However he dislikes Dheginsea, he respected the old lizard's combat prowess enough to recognize a cheap mockery of it.

Still, this feels too easy. He frowns. This thing must have some kind of trick up its sleeve...

> @lockpicnic

(Tibarn vc) All Women Are Queens, Asshole ❁ Team 4 Bronze 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]

Morgan was getting a little fed up with this stupid thing. And it was time for it to die. She was strong, she could finish it off, provided she could hit it with how fast it was.

She just needed to hit it once, and then this round could be over. Thunder brims at her fingertips, a familiar spell bubbling to the surface after she had just barely gotten used to the feeling on warmth pouring from her hands. (Hands that were never meant to heal, she was a killer, it was in her blood. This thing didn't stand a chance against her, not when she had killed so many - innocents - before.)

"Piss off asshole!!!" The spell explodes from her hands, burning slightly as it does, hitting their enemy square in the chest. It falls, and it does not get back up again. Neat.

Morgan (6/10 HP) hit Apocalypse (1/5 HP) with Thunder. [Roll: 15 - 4 = 11; -2 HP] [Apocalypse: 0/5 HP] APOCALYPSE HAS BEEN DEFEATED!

"Oh hey, it's dead guys! We did it!"

Team 4 Bronze Round Completed

(Tibarn vc) All Women Are Queens, Asshole ❁ Team 4 Bronze Round

[tomorrowscircle]

Morgan doesn't feel too different, all things considered. As long as she has her magic - or a sword - she will surely be fine. Hopefully. Then again, there was always the possibility of it feeling... different.

Thunder still thrummed at her fingertips, but underlying was a softness, a warmth that was almost unfamiliar to her. She knew, deep down that it was healing magic, but she had never dared to try and use such a thing before. (Was she worthy? Was she meant to, when she was a servant to fate? A servant of the dark?)

All too soon though, she has to figure it out, a desire to help burning inisde of her. She doesn't want to admit how truly scared of this... thing she was, so she opts for attempting to try out her new toy (read: healing magic).

"Er... give me a minute, I've never tried healing magic before... but I think I can heal over some of those bruises Lady Lyn!" She holds out her hand, the flow of warmth coming easier than expected. It's not perfect, but it at least adds a bit more life to the other woman's skin, enough so that she can continue on fighting.

Morgan (9/10 HP) heals Lyn (6/10 HP) with Heal! [Roll: 10, +2 HP] [Lyn: 8/10 HP]

"There we go! Hopefully that helps...!" Sure, she may have been able to pull it off (for now) but that didn't even begin to prepare for the onslaught to come from their enemy.

Suffice to say, she had some regrets about her choice on who to heal. Perhaps the man (bird?) accompanying them would have benefitted far more than Lady Lyn. Whoops. Too late now.

Apocalypse (5/5 HP) hits Tibarn (6/10 HP) with Shadow Rifts [Roll: 15, 13; -6 HP] [Tibarn: 0/10 HP] Tibarn is defeated! Apocalypse (5/5 HP) barely hits Patty (8/12 HP), hits Morgan (9/10 HP), barely hits Lyn (8/10 HP), and hits Lachesis (10/10 HP) with Black Hole [Roll: 9, 18, 9, 17; -2 HP, -3 HP, -2 HP, -3 HP] [Patty: 6/12 HP, Morgan: 6/10 HP, Lyn: 6/10 HP, Lachesis: 7/10 HP] Apocalypse (5/5 HP) takes -1 HP from Toxic Poison! [Apocalypse: 4/5 HP]

@regnumaves or @lockpicnic (?)

(Tibarn vc) All Women Are Queens, Asshole ❁ Team 4 Bronze Round

[regnumaves]

Well heck, okay. He wasn't wrong, this weird monster does have more tricks up its sleeve. Just when it seems that they brought it down, it rises back up, fully healed - while releasing an energy wave that clips all of them, sending a painful sting through his body.

Apocalypse attacks with Final Gambit: 1d4-1=1 Tibarn HP: 10 → 9

And then it does it again, except the wave is far stronger. Alright, it might actually be time to get properly serious. The girls seem to be holding their own okay, though the two Golden Deer students have taken a bit of a beating. Having already fought beside beorc - beside humans - several times before, Tibarn has by now grown accustomed to checking and seeing whether or not there is a healer among them.

Apocalypse attacks with Final Gambit: 1d4-1=3 Tibarn HP: 9 → 6

There is - one of them has a heal spell, a simple one by the looks of things, but it'll have to be enough. As Morgan turns to Lyn, the Hawk turns to the enemy. Having no experience with healing, she might need some extra time, so perhaps he can buy it while Lyn receives the help she requires.

His wings stretched out to the fullest, he charges at the opponent again. It has seemingly grown both stronger and faster - this is not Dheginsea anymore in several ways - but dealing damage is not his first priority, he hopes only to keep the enemy's eyes on him -

but gods damn has it grown fast -

Apocalypse attacks Tibarn with Shadow Rifts: 2d20=15, 13. Hit, Hit Apocalypse deals 6 damage. Tibarn HP: 6 → 0

- and Soan's BALLS does it hurt. Tibarn lets out a surprised shriek as all of a sudden, a large claws that he hadn't even seen before swipes at him twice - and he barely manages to regain enough balance to avoid crashing into the ground full force.

His left wing hurts as he flaps it, son of a b—

"... I'm fine!" He shouts as he lands off to the side and allows his wings to drop down to rest. "Finish it off!"

> @lockpicnic @lionheartedsunflower @sacaeblade

(Tibarn vc) All Women Are Queens, Asshole ❁ Team 4 Bronze Round