Puella's power detonates like a bomb, and the projectiles strike true - lightning and axes and canes needling the ancient beast. Its wings ripple as it slows, Radiance crackling across one wing, manifesting as white hot scars.
It's enough of a pause for Lia's shot to strike true, grazing the dragon's left eye. In response, Suneater finally turns its head, bathing its enemies in the cold and unforgiving pressure of its gaze.
Its jaws creak open, and from it issues a concentrated cloud of pure miasma, blown towards them by a powerful flap of the dragon's wings. The shapes of nightmarish beasts roil and frolic in the dark steam; they break free as misshapen creations given a brief and violent half-life by exposure to the surrounding atmosphere, tumbling towards the planes and fighters held aloft by Iriceli's power. Their cries are unpleasant, grating things; more unsettlingly, it's possible to hear the shrieks of those dear to you in their voices, eerie imitations ringing across the dark.
Iri pushes back with a barrier of pure force in response, expanding their shield and forcing it to spike outwards to protect their teammates. Creatures hurl themselves on it and shatter unpleasantly to pieces, their kaleidoscopic blood falling like rain, as even with the speed boost progress slows once again.
However, with Suneater focused on attacking, it, too, has stopped its ascent for the moment, and is holding its position. Only time and further effort will tell if this approach will hold.
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Puella's power detonates like a bomb, and the projectiles strike true - lightning and axes and canes needling the ancient beast. Its wings ripple as it slows, Radiance crackling across one wing, manifesting as white hot scars.
It's enough of a pause for Lia's shot to strike true, grazing the dragon's left eye. In response, Suneater finally turns its head, bathing its enemies in the cold and unforgiving pressure of its gaze.
Its jaws creak open, and from it issues a concentrated cloud of pure miasma, blown towards them by a powerful flap of the dragon's wings. The shapes of nightmarish beasts roil and frolic in the dark steam; they break free as misshapen creations given a brief and violent half-life by exposure to the surrounding atmosphere, tumbling towards the planes and fighters held aloft by Iriceli's power. Their cries are unpleasant, grating things; more unsettlingly, it's possible to hear the shrieks of those dear to you in their voices, eerie imitations ringing across the dark.
Iri pushes back with a barrier of pure force in response, expanding their shield and forcing it to spike outwards to protect their teammates. Creatures hurl themselves on it and shatter unpleasantly to pieces, their kaleidoscopic blood falling like rain, as even with the speed boost progress slows once again.
However, with Suneater focused on attacking, it, too, has stopped its ascent for the moment, and is holding its position. Only time and further effort will tell if this approach will hold.