Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
The Tanks:
@[member="Fabula Cavataio"]
@[member="Valik"]
@[member="Ashin Varanin"]
The Controller:
@[member="Ayden Cater"]
The Healers:
@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
@[member="Rave"] Merrill
The Hitters:
@[member="Deagan Hunt"]
@[member="Delila Castillon"]
@[member="Kitt Solo"]
@[member="Isley Verd"]
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
@[member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Cater swooped in, re-energized her, and was gone before she could fully process what had just happened. Proof, if she needed it, that Ayden Cater was very, very powerful. Of course, that didn't stop the High Council from planning an upcoming strike at Eriadu in retribution for Kayri, which itself had been an escalation from several skirmishes and incidents in the neutral zone. But that was tomorrow's battle. Today they killed Cthulhu, a threat to Fringe and Protectorate alike.
Rave staggered to her feet and examined the battlefield. Lotek'k took Varanin's sword to the skull, then a string of thermal detonators obscured its mouth. Then Na'Varro Force-ripped open the wound in its forehead. Then Siobhan Kerrigan ripped off a tentacle the size of a light freighter and used it as a spear. Lotek'k was taking heavy hits, and its attention was pretty thoroughly on Valik and Varanin, which was sort of the point. Everything was proceeding as she had foreseen -- feth, was it ever nice to say that.
Off to the side, though, @[member="Kitt Solo"] had just tackled a writhing horror, and Rave opted to go to there. She spat an incantation, and a whirlwind caught Kitt, slowed her fall. Rave couldn't do an awful lot about the corrosive spittle, but she could do something about the impact. Or, no, wait, maybe she could fix what ailed Kitt.
A bolt of green lightning slammed into one immense eye with a thunderclap, and while the creature was half-blinded, Rave dashed in. A bottle at her belt held a single serving of Water of Life, a physical manifestation of the spirit ichor that Nightsisters could use for a variety of...well, Nightsister technobabble aside, Rave poured the ridiculously potent Nightsister concoction over Kitt. It was green, it was nasty, it glowed like mad, and the corrosive spittle did not like it. All that mess sloughed away, leaving Kitt's chemical burns fast-healing. Oh, and there'd be pain.
Another bolt of lightning to the other eye bought her and Kitt enough time to get ready to do something violent.
@[member="Fabula Cavataio"]
@[member="Valik"]
@[member="Ashin Varanin"]
The Controller:
@[member="Ayden Cater"]
The Healers:
@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
@[member="Rave"] Merrill
The Hitters:
@[member="Deagan Hunt"]
@[member="Delila Castillon"]
@[member="Kitt Solo"]
@[member="Isley Verd"]
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
@[member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Cater swooped in, re-energized her, and was gone before she could fully process what had just happened. Proof, if she needed it, that Ayden Cater was very, very powerful. Of course, that didn't stop the High Council from planning an upcoming strike at Eriadu in retribution for Kayri, which itself had been an escalation from several skirmishes and incidents in the neutral zone. But that was tomorrow's battle. Today they killed Cthulhu, a threat to Fringe and Protectorate alike.
Rave staggered to her feet and examined the battlefield. Lotek'k took Varanin's sword to the skull, then a string of thermal detonators obscured its mouth. Then Na'Varro Force-ripped open the wound in its forehead. Then Siobhan Kerrigan ripped off a tentacle the size of a light freighter and used it as a spear. Lotek'k was taking heavy hits, and its attention was pretty thoroughly on Valik and Varanin, which was sort of the point. Everything was proceeding as she had foreseen -- feth, was it ever nice to say that.
Off to the side, though, @[member="Kitt Solo"] had just tackled a writhing horror, and Rave opted to go to there. She spat an incantation, and a whirlwind caught Kitt, slowed her fall. Rave couldn't do an awful lot about the corrosive spittle, but she could do something about the impact. Or, no, wait, maybe she could fix what ailed Kitt.
A bolt of green lightning slammed into one immense eye with a thunderclap, and while the creature was half-blinded, Rave dashed in. A bottle at her belt held a single serving of Water of Life, a physical manifestation of the spirit ichor that Nightsisters could use for a variety of...well, Nightsister technobabble aside, Rave poured the ridiculously potent Nightsister concoction over Kitt. It was green, it was nasty, it glowed like mad, and the corrosive spittle did not like it. All that mess sloughed away, leaving Kitt's chemical burns fast-healing. Oh, and there'd be pain.
Another bolt of lightning to the other eye bought her and Kitt enough time to get ready to do something violent.