7th Protocol--[Action all over the place] ☢

[idkmybfforin]

[This wasn’t the first time someone precious to her had gone quiet. Orin had stopped talking right several days ago, but Okuu assumed she would come back to her senses soon.

But she didn’t.

She should have expected this; it happened to her master, her master’s sister…and now her best friend. For a brief, horrible moment, she felt like the only creature in all the world.

Then the yatagarasu had started whispering to her, and Utsuho knew she was not alone. The voice preached fire, unfettered burning destruction like a sun allowed too close to the earth. Normally, discipline kept the voice at bay—what little discipline could be forced into her head. It was easy to ignore the voice when one barely heard it.

…but this time, it was different. This time, that all sounded like a very, very good idea.

Utsuho shook out her wings and leapt into the air, heat shimmering at the edges of her feathers.]


[ACTIVE STUFF]

[The hell raven was moving fast this time; no lazy, mindless circling today. The heat gathering at her wings flickered into flames now, as if the air around her was catching light. More heat gathered into the octagonal cannon covering most of her arm until the light grew too bright to look at—and then tore free in a fiery beam that seared an ugly scar into the formerly pristine road below.

When Utsuho cast her other arm out, suns appeared at her fingertips—tiny, miniature suns that grew alarmingly and then sped away as if thrown, arcing out across the sky until they burned out the instant her focus went elsewhere. Some fell to the ground like stars and burn out in the grass there or hiss and spit clouds of steam when they sink into the pond; the hell raven wasn’t really paying attention. She wasn’t aiming at the ground for the most part, some small bit of her remaining conscience saying her master might be down there, her best friend, her master’s sister…most of her anger was directed at the sky, but engaging a challenge was not beyond her senses.

For all that could be said of Okuu’s lack of intelligence, there certainly wasn’t much remaining in her eyes now. She was angry, very angry, and wasn’t thinking and didn’t want to think.


It probably won’t be too long before she gets herself droned, but in the meantime.

For today’s forecast there is a chance of angry gods flying overhead. You know, the usual for Mayfield.]

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[idkmybfforin]

[Utsuho is similarly disinclined to exploit the situation, what with her wings going all akimbo and no amount of shouting setting them right again. The hell raven half stands and then topples again.

They seem to be at an impasse.]

[answerer_sword]

[After a few minutes, Bazett groans and slowly starts to get up. The first thing she notices is that her opponent is making a squalor while stumbling around. The next thing she notices is that her weapon is gone.]

[Her second knife, the one she had thrown in the enemy's face, is on the floor across the room. However, it would be hard for her to grab it with the opponent stumbling around everywhere.]

[Instead, she shifts into a fighting pose again. Even if she cannot kill the monster with her bare hands, she can still render it unconscious.]

[idkmybfforin]

[Utsuho's muscles had only just started thinking about knitting together when she spotted something new, She turned, awkward and clumsy.]

There you are.

[And again she lunged forwards even with her bad wing dragging her down, fingers curled into reaching claws.]

[answerer_sword]

[She is a bit taken aback as the creature speaks.]

Are you...sentient?

[idkmybfforin]

[On good days!

...today is not a good day.

Oh, and she's still coming at you bro.]

[answerer_sword]

[When her question goes unanswered, Bazett ducks down and swings a punch at the creature's torso. One good blow toward the solar plexus should knock it out or at least wind it.]

[idkmybfforin]

[The human weaves between her grasping hands with ease, and Utsuho growls again while she tries to redirect herself.

There is a brief instant where the eye...orb thing appears to be looking at her.

Then the fist cracks into both it and the flesh below and it seems to abruptly unfocus, the impact stopping Utsuho's charge short and knocking the breath out of even her lungs.

The eye itself is hot--very hot, like almost-molten glass. Something in it seems to crack, furthering the appearance of it being mere glass.]

[answerer_sword]

[Bazett pulls back as she feels something burning her Reinforced hand. Pulling back, she finds that the skin of her knuckles have been completely burned away by the heat of the eye in the creature's chest.]

What are you...?

[She mutters, not expecting an answer.]

[idkmybfforin]

[The impact--and all the impacts before--seem to have damaged something a bit harder for Utsuho to simply walk away from. Instead she staggers, the yatagarasu's pupil dissolving into something indistinct--like static.]

[answerer_sword]

[For some reason, Bazett is rooted to ground. By all logic, she should be charging right now to finish off the opponent while it is weak. However, she has an uneasy feeling that keeps her from moving.]

[idkmybfforin]

[Well, Bazett is granted another few moments of reprieve; Utsuho's stopped stumbling about, but the yatagarasu hasn't fully gathered itself back yet. A bit more of the pupil is beginning to take shape, but it's still mostly scattered and useless pixels.

...the hell raven herself doesn't seem very proactive without it.]

[answerer_sword]

[Finally, Bazett is able to fight off the uneasy feeling to charge at the creature to throw another punch. Again, she aims for the torso.]

[idkmybfforin]

[The eye is just as hot as before, but something else cracks at the punch. No one had really tried to attack it directly before--silly, in retrospect, but then again it did burn whatever it touched.

But the yatagarasu is the only thing keeping Utsuho going--had been, this entire time. When it stuttered, Utsuho crumpled; toppling over like a giant that had been felled. With a predictable crashing thump, too.

She didn't get up.]

[answerer_sword]

[The opponent had fallen. This was good, because Bazett knows her fists cannot withstand any punches. Even with her Reinforcement, the skin had been melted off and the tendons fused into the bones. Her right hand remains clutched into a fist--it would take some effort to heal herself.]

[However, this was not her primary concern. Quickly, she walks up the enemy to check if it is unconscious. She debates killing it then and there, but upon consideration, decides against it. For one thing, she does not know if she can actually kill it using methods that would kill a regular human. Even if she could, it had been capable of powerful fireblasts, and she did not want to see what it might unleash if she killed it. The second point is that for a second, it had shown what looked like sentience. She wants to question it should it ever regain its consciousness.]

[She sketches a couple of runes around the creature. It would be another bonded field, just big enough to contain the creature. Because of the amount of prana it would use, she decides to erase the boundary field in the living room, seeing how it is no longer needed.]

[Once the runes for the larger bounded field are wiped and her Reinforcement spell is dismissed, Bazett collapses against one of the walls, exhausted. She would probably go get a drink of water and wait for the thing to wake up once she could feel her legs again.]