Executive Destruction (Mod)

[Nisha Dovickssen]

Deciding it might have been nice for a shift of scenary, Nisha headed to a location that wasn't situated in a field filled with graves. Instead, she headed through the proper Outer Circle and to an abandoned office building. Getting through the first floor was pretty easy. Either the Shadows weren't too heavily concentrated there or someone else had already begun cleaning shop. Either way, it wasn't a necessarily bad thing. Fewer Shadows meant less danger, and the less danger there was, the safer it was for the normal people of Mosaic. Of course, she'd have to work hard to contribute to that effort. No doubt, there were already others that had done more work than her. She'd need to step it up to match that.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

An enemy Shadow appeared!

Scarlet Turret

• Power Charge
• Fatal End
• Agilao

Absorb: Repel: Null: Slash Rs: Wk: Elec

[Nisha Dovickssen]

As Nisha proceeded further into the building, she stopped and closed her eyes. Opening them again, she stared before rubbing them. Why, exactly, was there a tank inside an office building? Actually, removing that conundrum, how, exactly, was the Shadow managing to stay on the floor without causing it to collapse? That was a very questionable situation. More questionable was whether or not her crowbar could do much to it. She could tear through walls. She could smash stone or cement, with the proper tool. Tanks, however, were made to withstand powerful blows, including explosives. That said, even with her power, what could a crowbar do? For once, she doubted her inhuman strength would be enough. That said, if it was that dangerous, she knew she needed to do something about it before it became a threat to others.

Focusing, she drew out the card- Shango's catalyst. She gripped it, tightly, under it shattered. Then, beside her, the tall deity spread its arms out. If a physical blow was questionable, then trying something that transcended common sense would likely have had an effect. Shango reacted based on Nishi's will, and, after putting his hands together, the Persona fired bolts of lightning at the tank. In response, the tank's main cannon point at the two. With a click of her tongue, the woman tried to dive to safety, but the blast of fire was simply too quick. It was nowhere near enough to do her in, not at all, but it did hurt. Steadying herself, she willed another blast of lightning of at tank, Shango following through as the instrument of her judgment. Both blasts of lightning seemed to have a decent enough effect. Could have been better, of course, but it was better than what she could hope for using physical blows.

Surging forward, the tank tried to hit her with its main cannon. The blow was easily dodged due to the Shadow's bulk and the awkwardness of the attack. She willed a third Zio upon it, and Shango delivered. The tank remained prone, the air around it glowing for just a moment before it gave off an aura of power. It seemed that it had prepared something. If that was the case, Nisha figured, then it was within her best interests to finish it off before it had the chance to attack again. Willing another blast of lightning, the woman began to shift around desks for cover as Shango fired off another Zio at the tank, the blast causing a series of small explosions from within the tank before it spewed blackness and eventually dissolved.

Seemed like that was it. . . ?

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!
You also found: Level 2 Crowbar

[Nisha Dovickssen]

Once the tank vanished, Nisha took a moment to investigate the area where it had been. Ruin and destruction were the primary signs of its presence. However, something else was left behind. The woman crouched and picked it up. It was a crowbar. The enemy had been a tank, so it wasn't entirely unreasonable that a tool like that was left behind, but it was still very convenient. Well, either way, the woman wasn't going to complain too much when fortune smiled on her. The weapon was of an oddly higher level of quality than her current one. That, in itself, gave her reason to be pleased.

Putting her old crowbar away, the woman gave a practice swing, then a second, with the crowbar. Nodding, she moved on. She was slightly winded from the encounter, but it was nothing she couldn't handle.