Mosaic City, located along China's coast, is quite large city sometimes called the Crossroads Between Nations due to its diverse population. While it was once a large tourist spot, the city was placed under a blockade as the military appeared claiming there was a radiation leak. The true hazard, however, is much more sinister.
The humans were proving to be quite sturdy. That, or the ones who had been healing them refused to die. No matter. The shadow still had quite a bit of fight left in him as well as a few tricks up its sleeve. He had taken an even larger beating this round from the attacks sent out on him. Meanwhile, he found his fortitude reaching a low point. The fight would need to end soon if he was to carry out his duty tonight in one piece. With a terrific roar, the shadow raised his scythe in the air before bringing it down into the ground. A large crack in the earth with a faint purple glow formed as a result. He was ready to unleash his signature ability.
[Nevermore]
A faint wind began to encircle the shadow before slowly picking up pace. The shadow felt itself life into the air as the cyclonic force began to turn purplish in color. Finally, the cyclone shot out from him, knocking into everything in foreseeable range.
Everyone takes medium Strike damage!
The following are also poisoned: Seiji, Akira, Alisa, Zhou, Alex, Isolde, Jonathan
[Thriller] x2
A few shadows come out from the ground and target certain people! Those people must attack them before attack the main boss. Others may still help.
The enemies are weak enough to go down in one hit unless they resist the attack. If someone destroys it before the targeted person's turn, they may attack normally!
Abyssal Mite
List item 1
Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Fire Wk: Ice
Target: Akira
Abyssal Mite
List item 1
Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Dark Wk: Light
Target: Layla
Last Edit: Jan 17, 2014 22:59:38 GMT -5 by Za Bossu!
Post by Luka Kurokawa on Jan 17, 2014 23:36:52 GMT -5
Yet again, the large shadow seemed to be doing something unexpected. Its bladed arm rose into the air before coming down into the ground leaving a sizable scar that seemed to glow a purplish light. She could only guess its actions were out of anger or frustration. But the next action it took was certainly quite the contrary. Perhaps it was an act of desperation or as a last hope? Or maybe she was just reading into it too much. Luka watched as the large shadow slowly rose into the air with a pale purple light shrouding it. Something big was about to happen. She knew it. Was there some way she could try and disable it before the attack went off? Putting her evoker to her head, she went for the trigger. Unfortunately, she was just a second too late.
The force of the blow knocked her back where she hit her back on a tombstone. Her front and back hurt about equally now. Looking around, it would seem that the force of that attack had hit everyone. But off to her side, she noticed Akira and another girl being attacked by some sort of weird shadows. Considering her options for a moment, she decided to attack those two enemies before fighting the boss again. She put her evoker to her head once more, this time managing to pull the trigger in time. Yuki Jyorou! Mabufu! The beautiful blue maiden appeared above Luka's head and targeted both of the mites assaulting the nearby "girls." Luka watched as the two mites froze instantaneously and shattered into ice shards.
That was taken care of now. Looking over the battlefield again, it seemed like a few people few afflicted with something. It was visible to even her. She had no way of helping them though. All she had were offensive attacks. But judging by the variety of persona-users she had seen through the battle, she wouldn't be surprised if there was someone out there that could help.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Jan 17, 2014 23:51:07 GMT -5
The round continued, and the reaper-wannabe was pummeled just a bit. However, Akira's duty for buffing had just concluded. He was going to add his own powers to the assault. Of course, the enemy had its own attack to make. The cyclone that pummeled into him pushed him back a bit. Would've blown him off his feet if not for him bracing himself before hand. Not only did the attack pummel him, but it felt as though there was something eating at him from the inside. Ah. This must've been how the characters in RPG's felt when they were inflicted with poison. Great.
And, to top it off, there was a little buttmunching piece of crap popping up in front of him. Akira was just about to sigh and attack it before the air grew cold. The Shadow froze over and shattered. Seemed to be Luka's attack. That was good. He knew she was reliable enough in a fight. Giving her a thumb up, he stared ahead and began marching towards the front line. Even poisoned, he was still ready to carry on. The healers would take care of the majority of the damage he took. The poison could be rectified later, he figured.
”Time for me to start a few fires, myself!” He whirled his scissor arm around before thrusting the scissors forward, using the giant pair of shears like a maestro would a rod. ”Imp, burn it down and leave nothing! Agilao!” The gnarly figure finally stopped acting like a necklace and, instead, crawled up atop the boy's head, letting out a faint cry- kinda like a baby velociraptor- before flames encircled its left arm. Then, as the Persona extended its arm, the flames concentrated at the Persona's index finger. Finally, the burst of fire launched at the enemy. If his offensive power was maxed out via the buffs, and the enemy's defense was minimized by debuffs, then he knew it'd deal a great deal of damage.
And he'd continue to do it until the course of battle became just a little too nasty.
Action: Agilao Strategy Notes: Maxed Tarukaja and Rakukaja on the party; maxed Rakunda on enemy; enemy absorbs pierce, but is weak to fire.
Post by Seiji Dalton on Jan 18, 2014 0:25:55 GMT -5
Despite the boss's lack of a strong reaction to his attacks, Seiji knew there was no way it was taking barrage after barrage of his moon-powered sword attacks and the epically effective attacks Ran, Zhou, and Takeda were casting and not feeling the pain. However...this boss could deal just as good as he could take. A powerful gust of wind knocked him back. An audible crack was heard and Seiji thanked his lucky stars he hadn't hit his head. He'd hit one of the large angel statues scattered around the area and groaned. Great, there was another creepy thing to worry about when the sky was purple, the moon was green, and the boss was raising the dead to antagonize certain members of the party.
Steadying himself and standing him, Seiji felt a shiver coming on as a sudden feeling of nausea caused him to almost vomit on the spot. It was almost the exact same sensation he'd felt the night Takeda, Dave, and himself fought their hectic battle in the executive building. Great, he'd been poisoned again, and it was taking its toll because he already felt strained. He'd fight through this pain and he'd end this. Even though he hadn't established a personal relationship with everyone he was fighting alongside, they were all his comrades for the night and he'd fight tooth and nail against this thing to keep them safe. Scanning the area, he saw Ran and an unfamiliar girl come under assault from a pair of minions. The strange (but awesome) girl from the meeting stepped in with her Persona and shook the enemies off with mabufu.
"This enough like a roleplaying game for your taste, Ran?" He said with an uncharacteristic smirk on his face and strange enthusiasm in his voice as he turned his attention to Sir Gareth in the short opportunity his Persona had to get in another attack. It had withstood all the attacks thrown at it thus far like a pro. Perhaps his inner self had sensed the direness of the situation and refused to show signs of weakness or cowardice when there was an important battle to be fought. Raising his sword, Sir Gareth had his sword's efficiency boosted by the light of the moon and Seiji's accessory, ensuring that the slash across the massive tentacle scythe thing's middle would be a brutal and highly effective one.
"Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
"How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.”
Post by Ayakura Alisa on Jan 18, 2014 1:05:58 GMT -5
Smash! What was that?! Before I could react, the giant shadow launched a forceful attack which culminated in a cyclone strike; striking me so hard I was sent flying into the air and bouncing up and down as I landed into dirt and gravel. Ugh... On top of that, I felt absolutely horrendous. I brought myself up to my knees and immediately puked my own bile out on the ground. Through no force nor action of my own, I felt my lachrymose glands begin to go haywire as my eyes secreted tears as I vomited again. All I saw on the grass before me was my own puke, though strangely enough, mixed with my bile were some icky green and violet fluids that should certainly have not come from a human. My body shivered uncontrollably and I weakly took my bow, before realizing that the creature absorbed bullets, so it would definitely absorb an arrow. Weakly looking around from my position, I had landed somewhere in the middle of the vicinity, where I could see everything clearly. Judging from my weakened state and my uncontrollable urge to vomit - bleargh! - I must have been poisoned by the attack. I wasn't the only one, either, but everybody else in the immediate vicinity save for Vice and myself were Persona-users, so they could probably handle the pain better than I ever could.
I tried to get myself to stand, but I couldn't, as I vomited again. All I could do was kneel and watch from my position. Of all the times...! I could do nothing but sit there and watch. I continued to cough and wheeze. The creature summoned some strange apparitions, minions, I wagered, as they trudged towards two of our allies. One was Ran, the other was some girl I didn't recognize. No matter, it seemed that with Luka's Ice spell, the minions were quickly extinguished. I faintly smiled and hung my head low as I almost choked on some more bile before expelling it. I felt incredibly weak and sick.
"...For fuck's sake." I muttered under my breath as I shivered, struggling to stand and move.
Getting lectured wasn't exactly on every one's 'like' list and Vice wasn't any different. He didn't really expect to be lectured either while they were fighting for their lives and even after he gave aid to the girl…but whatever. There was no time to dally about with that kind of thinking. Meeting the woman's eyes as she finished her little spiel, Vice only gave a muted nod. There wasn't really anything else to do at that point either. Choosing to step back from helping the girl, Vice had turned around to give the group another sweep to see if his help would be needed else where. When everyone had more or less been aided by others and still went strong on their whole open fire gig on the opponent, Vice took the moment to observe their opponent…and the circling power around it.
The winds had turned purple as the cyclone of power became much more visible. Vice, who had been more so in awe rather than in fear at the sight of the attack, had been too slow to properly defend himself. Only having crossed his arms in front of his face to try and make he didn't get knocked out cause of a lucky strike to the head, the attack then washed over him. Pain flared into his body, and no matter how much he had been prepared for it, the brute force behind the attack sent him flying from his position. A cough of pain escaped his lips as he felt his back impact against one of the thicker trees in the vicinity. Thankfully, there had been no protruding branch that could have pierced him but this kind of pain was surreal.
It didn't feel logical, this kind of pain was a new threshold he'd yet to reach in a fight and somehow someway he was still standing. Vice crumpled down to the floor, hacking and coughing as if there was something stuck in his throat that needed to be released due to the strike. He could still move, the part of his mind at the back told him. Pain was good still, it meant he could still feel and feeling meant he was still alive. Punching the ground with both of his fists in an attempt to steady himself, Vice had to take the moment to recuperate and get his bearings back before anything else could be done.
Post by Layla Amare on Jan 18, 2014 1:32:45 GMT -5
The reaper-like shadow continued to take every attack thrown at it, gradually looking more and more the worse for wear. But, despite all of that, it was still standing, and the next thing Layla knew, it was slashing the ground open. Then, all hell broke loose. An eerie purple cyclone blew out of the crack it left, slamming into everything in the immediate area. Layla, too, was hit by the attack and, despite bracing herself at the last second, was floored by it. By some miracle, she managed to avoid the tombstone she had fallen against before, and instead fell flat on the grass.
By the time she managed to sit up again, another shadow had appeared in front of her, blocking her off from the massive shadow. Or...mostly just getting in her way, from the looks of it. Which was bad, because Layla's attention was no longer on the massive shadow. Despite how badly she had just taken the last attack, several more had taken it far worse, and were feeling sick (or worse) from the after-effects of the attack. She should be able to do something about that. One of Yamantaka's skills, she had found out, was some kind of poison-healing skill. That should do the trick, if she could get rid of this mite-thing in front of her. But, soon enough, that ceased to be an issue as a blue-haired girl summoned an equally blue-haired persona and flash-froze the creature, defeating it instantly.
Layla gave a rather cheesy mock-salute to the girl, then did a quick scan of the other fighters present, to see who all looked to be in worse condition than the rest. A brown-haired girl who had also been cornered by one of the mites, a woman who had been helping free people before as they were caught by skeletal hands, two white-haired men, a rather composed-looking blue-haired woman, a brown-haired boy with a knightly persona, and a brown-haired boy with a persona Layla had thought, for just a second, was Ananta Shesha. Seven in all. That meant she couldn't waste any time. She'd have to start working on them immediately, and prioritize targets. She didn't want to leave any of them suffering for longer than necessary, but she just plain wasn't good enough to get them all at once. Damn it.
Damn it.
The humane thing to do would be to start with the ones who were in the most pain. The strategic thing to do would be to start with the ones contributing the most to the fight. On the latter point, her first target was clear: the girl who had also been cornered, and who was now unleashing fireballs in the massive shadow's direction. She had been one of the ones helping to organize everyone who had showed up into a coherent strategy, as well. If she fell, and her 'expertise' as it were were needed again, would the rest of the group be able to stay organized without it? Layla didn't particularly want to find out. So, start with her, and help the rest as quickly as possible, starting with the most dire. "Sorry," she whispered, glancing at the rest of the afflicted fighters. "I'll be with you as soon as I can." She summoned Yamantaka again, then called out, pointing toward the girl, "Help her! Posumudi!" The Terminator of Death raised one pair of arms, holding a three-skull cup. Orange liquid poured from the cup, then dissolved into the air and enveloped the girl in a soft light.
Post by Chidori Tsukino on Jan 18, 2014 3:41:32 GMT -5
This battle had become so utterly hectic with so many people around. Between the almost random hands bursting out of the ground to tangle up some people, and the attacks it sent flying with ease, the mute was beginning to get a little flustered, trying her best to think and act with as much precision as she could afford. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw one man she knew to be a civilian pull out a gun and unload a round of bullets into the giant shadow...only to watch them literally be absorbed into it, as if it was converting them into healing energy!
Note to self, shadows might not just resist some elements - they can absorb some to heal themselves. Perhaps there are other such abilities too, such as nullification and maybe even repulsion. Once again however, such strategy slid to the back of her mind, storing for later contemplation with Lucia's help. Unfortunately, this was just in time for the Reaper-thing to lash out with a vicious combination of attacks, one of which was a giant bolt of lightning that came crashing down from the sky, lancing through her with a staggering crackle of pain - had she not had the defense boosts from Ran, Chidori doubted she would've even stayed conscious.
Her body crumpled instantly to the ground, and whilst her nerves fried themselves with the pain, her eyes lost all capability to see; her vision went white, while her hearing was filled with ringing. Vaguely she was aware that another such bolt had split off at someone else, but it was hard to think after the Ziodyne coursed through her. Spending several moments lying in a pathetic-looking heap on the ground (even though she was still shielded by a kneeling Lucia, whose dress was scorched randomly all over), the brunette eventually recovered with the aid of another healer - her sight returned, and then her hearing as the pain began to fade enough for her to get back to her feet, barely in time to send of another Media before the giant shadow made its desperate last stand.
The cyclonic gusts of wind knocked the barely stable mute back onto her rear end, throwing fuel onto the fire that coursed through her veins. Shuddering as she shrugged off as much of the pain as possible, she caught sight of another civilian caught up in the mess - a sight that made a small part of her heart twinge in a very different kind of pain; Alisa was struggling so much harder without a persona, and the mist that descended upon them did't help in the slightest. Looking suspiciously poisonous, her fears were confirmed when her first friend in the ground convulsed. Sadly, there was nothing she could do to alleviate such a status - she could only continue what she had been doing.
Bringing herself back to her feet, she quickly scanned across the group, noting that the larger shadow had seemingly called up the aid of some smaller shadows. Fortunately, the strange girl from the park took care of both in a sweeping blast of ice, leaving them all to focus on their previous concerns. Thankfully, one of the others managed to take care of one case of the widespread poison, but it would take time to get to everyone. Come on, let's give them everything we can Lucia.
Both the persona and its wielder stood proudly, forcing the pain down as much as possible as they summoned up energy from a quickly depleting capacity, channelling it into another wave of warm healing energy, determined to do her best to keep everyone going.
Post by Holly Mason on Jan 18, 2014 5:00:33 GMT -5
While the blast form the shadow didn't come suddenly, it wasn't exactly something that was easy to get out of the way from. Even trying to jump over it or drop prone would likely still knock her back, so she simply prepared herself and focused on the rest of the situation. It was too much to understand in a split second, but she was pretty sure she got what she needed. Shadow almost dead, acting in desperation, healer hurt, but able to act again, civilians not dead somehow, but perhaps displeased...
Her thoughts were interrupted when the attack finally hit her. Even if it was likely less than a second later, it felt like an eternity in these conditions. The strength of the blast still took Holly by surprise. She expected it to hurt, but she didn't expect it to knock her off her feet so well. Her body was thrown back, but she wasn't about to let herself ram into something. She was no gymnast, but she was used to performing various flips and other aerial maneuvers (often in heels) thanks to her preferred style of dance. She quickly twisted her body and reached for the ground, digging her hands into the dirt. It hurt quite a bit as her nails were not meant to hold up to this much force. She was pretty sure she felt a couple of them rip, but it was still better than getting impaled by a fence or a tree. As she slowed, her legs fell to the ground and she was able to dart back towards the shadow. The pain felt like nothing, the adrenaline was keeping her moving just fine and it felt amazing.
Holly wasn't aware of the other healer's offensive capabilities. Hers could probably be better, as much as she hated to admit anyone could be better than her at anything, but if they were focused on support as much as she was theirs was likely worse. Well, it didn't seem to matter, one of them already healed and the other one had unquestionably better healing skills. Looks like it was her job to make sure no healing would be necessary before it could attack again.
"We've almost got it, finish it off! Anaisa Pye, Garu!"
She smashed the card with her bare hands, not even noticing that her hand was still bleeding a little. Once again, her persona appeared before her, and with a flip of her hair, Anaisa Pye fired off a sharp pillar of wind. Holly's wind-based attack power was amplified by the bracelet she wore, so even if it wasn't as strong as the others she hoped that between all of the buffs and debuffs that this would be enough to finish the creature off.
Post by Ringo Shiro on Jan 18, 2014 5:35:01 GMT -5
Ringo's slash actually managed to do...okay not much but the fact that he was able to hit him means something right? However that just meant that the shadow is going to retaliate and it certainly does not disappoint there. While Ringo attempted to jump back, the shadow managed to shoot out the force of a cyclone. Ringo is not super human and his speed wasn't fast enough to get away from it. Ringo wound up getting sent flying...causing him to crash harshly on the ground and his sword scattering a fair bit away from him. Nothing was broken...but he could be better.
It was a miracle that whatever power that the other persona users used somehow made him more durable. Ringo slowly got up and started to weakly pick up the sword. Okay, maybe next time he shouldn't do that again...or maybe at all. He looked at the shadow. He doubt it registered his hit and he doubt that going another attempt is going to be a bright idea. The other shadows were dispatched quickly as well. Ringo decided to wait. For his body to catch up for a bit and to see if he could find a weakness on this shadow.
Whilst the various energies being tossed about by the Persona users scattered throughout the entirety of the graveyard seemed to be taking their toll on the weary beast, the reaper did indeed seem to pull it's trump card...it was growing terribly desperate, and that much would please Zhou had he not been subsequently flung backwards and poisoned. There had been but a moment wherein he dropped his guard, and without the opportunity to steel himself against the gust of wind, he had lost his footing, finding himself now tossed before the feet of the princess hard enough to where he could feel himself almost bounce off of the ground before her. Now with a horrid toxin running rampant throughout the entirety of his body, Zhou seemed to be in incredibly rough shape. Slowly he did rise from the ground, starting on his hands and knees before lifting himself up to observe the shadow...there was something different however. Not only was his vision blurred, but he felt the warm trickle of blood coming from atop his messy ivory locks. A grimace first took the place his his somewhat trademark smile as he reached up to touch the bloodied part of his skull...it didn't appear to be serious, but it did manage to hurt. Either poison or a concussion blurred his vision for a few moments whilst he stared at the crimson fluid that now covered his hand. For a few moments he stood there before the princess, having turned his back to her, perhaps to spare her the sight of his blood...or protect his pride. Quietly, calmly, he reached over to his left arm and unraveled the chain whip from his forearm, opting to now simply put it in his coat...the action didn't make much in the way of sense, but he did it.
What was surprising was that Zhou began to stagger towards the location that Seiji stood at, just below the beast, to the best of his abilities with all things considered. Along the walk the flashes of various persona users firing at the beast, coupled with the various words shouted by the combatants formed one distinct symphony of battle, and it was almost unnatural for the boy to be simply staggering along to the tune of it. A slight smile tore apart the grimace on his face, growing with intensity the closer he grew to Seiji and the beast, before he let out a quiet giggle...even after taking a hit like he had, he was still capable of laughing at the situation. At the shadow. Behind him trailed the Black Knight that he bore as his persona, the living flames within seemingly having grown dimmer, perhaps from the energy expended, or the injuries it's master had taken, but there was one thing that was sure, it bore a dent in the top of it's helm, as well as in the back of it's breastplate. However, Zhou exhibited no signs of injury to his back, nor was he having difficulty walking...maybe he was stepping through the pain inflicted on his persona, as well as himself.
Upon stepping next to Seiji, he overheard the boy call out to what sounded to be a compatriot, before baring a grin much akin to the Chinese knight's own. Slowly, Zhou did raise his hand towards the blackened beast that stood atop the mausoleum. In it's weakened state, the beast seemed as if it was about to take quite a beating from the next volley of magical projectiles being sent it's way. With his smile nearly stretching from ear to ear, he spoke out a command to the Black Knight in Chinese, translating to something along the lines of; "Cook it alive." Complying with the orders of it's master, the black knight seemed to well up flames from deep within it, drawing on the energy it still possessed with unfathomable determination. Digging in the bottom of his shoes to the ground, Zhou seemed to focus intently upon the beast with an unblinking gaze, steeling himself for an attack, and ready to deliver a painful blast to the creature that had struck a blow upon his pride. From every single crack and crevice of the hollow, ash-ridden knight's frame, fire did seem to spout off with renewed vigor, even managing to set the cloak that it wore ablaze. Practically creating an aura of glowing embers and flame, the hollowed out beast channeled it's energy with such intensity that fire even spouted off from slight fractures in the armor around the dents. Covering it's face and chest with it's shield, whilst having it's sword at the side, the knight only pushed the shield aside to show that it's helm nearly glowed with the intensity of the flames within it. Though it knew not the advanced pyromancy exhibited two of the other caster's personas, it certainly was putting forth the effort to let the beast know that it, and it's owner...were going to punish it for it's transgressions. From the mouth-piece of the helm spouted forth a gout of flame so intense that it illuminated the graveyard like a beacon, aiming square for the monster's already hacked away at limbs. Once the fire had subsided, Zhou spoke over to his fellow knight, peculiarly enough, in Japanese. "Seiji...remember how it started melting?" Particularly, Zhou seemed to be encouraging Seiji to strike at the open wounds created by the flame should the beast withstand the next barrage. "Finish it."
Slammed back into a fence by the might of the monster's incredible purple tornado of death, Takeda ended up slumping to the ground for a moment, briefly stunned by the absurdity of a god damned purple tornado. All about him, the situation seemed to be becoming more and more intense as the reaper tried it's hardest to delay what now was seemingly inevitable. Grunting from the exertion of lifting himself from the fence, Takeda felt not only the pain of being smacked against the somewhat sturdy chain-link, but also felt the cold sting of the frost covered iron. As he stood fully up, he strode towards his previous position next to the 'lady' that had been casting so many boosts to their performance that she may as well have been a football coach. "Okay, now you've gone and pissed me off, you walking fucking cliche!" he uttered out angrily in Japanese.
There was but a moment where Takeda stopped himself from casting, instead staring at his pistol as the slashes of moonlight in the background provided occasional light to the darkness. Securing the weapon in his waistband, he had determined that if he was ever going to learn to fully control this thing, his Persona...well, now was the time. Instead of relying on the gun to accurately put Faust's shots down range, he opted this time to simply focus on the beast. "Alright...okay...I can do this." Muttering to himself, he put his feet firmly to the ground in the hopes that he wouldn't be cast aside again if the giant eldritch freak decided to cast a tornado that'd once more send most of them flying.
As he stood firmly on the ground, he stared down the beast from a distance, as Faust seemed to sense his intent, forming another ember within it's constantly bleeding hand. As it did swirl to create the same fireball as before, he found himself saying a silent prayer to the gods that he didn't fuck this up, after all, his Agilao, up until this point, had been one of the most effective attacks against the giant. Rearing it's hand back, the deathly mage threw the swirling and self-maintaining fireball square at the monster's chest, at the exact same time as the 'girl' next to him's persona did the same. A rarity other than when he was drunk off his ass, Takeda grinned like he had just gotten away with murder. "Purple winds and shit?! What kind of punk bitches do you think we are?!" Oh lord...he had slipped into english and said that aloud.
Deciding not to look over at the teenagers next to him and see them cracking up, he instead caught a glimpse of fire hitting the monster from another direction, the thing was going to really be in for a world of hurt.
Post by Jonathon Montoya on Jan 18, 2014 14:12:24 GMT -5
Jonathon coughed as the Shadows attack hit him, leaving him feel ill. "Greattt...I can't poison him, but he can poison me." Jonathon groaned, it always worked that way, didn't it. "Magaru!" He shouted, summoning his persona to fire off another large gust of wind to hit everything. Jonathon could feel his limbs becoming heavier and he coughed again. "Geez, how much of a beating can this guy take We're hitting it with everything we've got." Jonathon coughed again and grabbed his legs, looking up weakly at the shadow. "So, that all you got up your sleeve shadow? A few cheap helpers and a cloud of poison? Pitiful."
Post by David Moore on Jan 18, 2014 14:44:13 GMT -5
Things seemed to be going well so far. The ripoff Shadow was clearly starting to hurt and the entire party seemed to be doing well. Dave figured that in a few more rounds, as long as he kept healing, the Shadow would be defeated and everyone could do their victory poses to catchy victory music. Takeda seemed to be the bruiser of the entire group with his fire attacks, so Dave made another note to keep a focus on him to make sure he remained in fighting capacity.\
The monster suddenly drove its scythe into the ground, creating a rip in the earth, flowing with an ominous purple light. Dave knew something was up. It was doing some sort of desperation move, a limit break. He took a step back, trying to read what it was doing so that he could better prepare himself. He could feel gusts of wind whipping about the graveyard and the monster began to float. A purple cyclone began to form and Dave gasped at the sheer intensity.
He quickly turned, running towards a nearby tombstone befor eplacing his back against it, arms held on to his neck and legs huddled in front of his body, like the tornado positions they taught in school. The cyclone ripped outwards and Dave felt an overwhelming force hit him. Pain began to sear up in multiple parts of his body and he felt like he was going to be crushed against the tombstone.
The attack subsided and Dave quickly stood back on his feet. It felt like someone had taken a knife and cut him on his body in all the places he could feel hurt. It hurt pretty bad too and Dave found himself trembling slightly. He checked the other fighters. Most of them had been thrown back completely into tombstones and objects. It seemed that very few had thought to brace themselves properly.
Several fighters began to collapse and start vomiting, as if afflicted with some sort of illness. Dave had seen this before when he fought the strong Shadow in the Executive building with Seiji and Takeda. They were poisoned. He quickly located Takeda and found the man pulling himself away from a fence. He didn't seem too badly injured, and the poison didn't seem to have affected him like last time. That was good.
"Purple winds and shit?! What kind of punk bitches do you think we are?!"
Dave was startled by Takeda's sudden taunt. The last time they had fought together, the man usually muttered something in what was probably Japanese. He was standing strong after a heavy attack and even had the confidence to taunt the beast after it. He was something.
Dave quickly summoned forth Shimon with his Evoker and had the Persona use another Media spell. It would definitely help alleviate the pain of those that had been hit and keep the fighters that were poisoned standing for a little bit longer. Even as he cast his own healing magic, he felt the force f another's magic flow into him, relieving the pain from the attack, which was all but a dull throb after his own augmented healing power. They would win.
Profile|Home 18 years, the boy no longer
waits for love to fall from somewhere
remembering hazy figures always
fading in a heartbeat
That last attack that the shadow made left quite a lasting impression on the humans. It let out a satisfied grunt when it finally landed on the ground, watching as the many humans began to writhe in pain. Though, it was annoying. They had enhanced their own capabilities by quite a bit through their skills while pulling him under at the same time. Every time he tried to make an attack, they managed to survive. If he wanted to beat them, he would have to defeat them all in one hit. Luckily this was possible.
Gripping the ground with both appendages, the creature began to flail around, knocking over a few tombstones as well. Another, much more desperate roar bellowed out following it.
[Safety Coffin] x2
Luka and Seiji have been coffin'd!
[Supra Charge]
The large shadow begins to emanate a bright light. He's beginning to charge power for an ultimate attack!
Next attack deals x3 damage!
With that, nothing should be able to stop his next attack.