Celeste

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Horn of Battle +2 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [2/3] A blazing cleaver would spark in a vibrant exploitation of boiling fury. A wave of blue colored heat scorns the air as she rips it across the titan without even the slightest pause. This burns its hide and sets it ablaze for but a single moment, leaving a thick and wide gash upon its back. Drawn from its left shoulder and down to its waist, on the right. It reels and fumbles forward, yelling out in broken english that is hard to decipher. "Like that, doncha bitch?" Celeste barks as she carries thr

*Optimal Turn Order Change Standard Recovery +4 EN, Horn of Battle +2 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [1/3] Celeste moves closer to the songstress that was now effecting her stamina recovery, tilting off to the right side and looking down at her feet. "Problems?" the woman would ask the girl in the first real address she'd ever really paid her, before stomping on one of the little bastards. It explodes into a land mine of data, sending a small puff of sand into a cloud. The others would immediately start to scatter like cockroaches, causing the red head to grimace. "That'

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Horn of Battle +2 EN Rushing around the creatures right side as Raidou would cause it to capsize, Celeste screams out as her weapon would vibrate in an angry streak of crimson. A pop of blue flame traces its way down the blade, and with one heavy and ruthless drive of it down would see it sink deep through a carapace. Like a hot knife through seafood butter, it slices clean as if there is little resistance. About half way down into the creatures thorax before it would come to a stop, the momentum finally coming to an end. Its here that the barbaric woman would clu

The red head will spring into action to cut away her anticipation. Each footfall leaving a sudden scattering of sand as she starts to blaze a path toward the newly spawned entity. A twist of her body to her left would see the cleaver resting on her shoulder ripped from right to left across the creature just beneath Kasumi, catching its left most leg and sending it to capsize and start to tumble. With that swing a trail of cobalt blue flames trail behind it, licking angrily at the now compromised flesh of the foe. The white flesh beneath its armor would begin to sear and honestly smell absolute

The fire topped red head blazed past the green trees, the contrast of her hair being almost a straight up sore thumb. She'd meander closer to Simmone and Shiina, the latter she'd only been around in proximity but never addressing directly. "Huh, weird they all almost look alike." Celeste remarks putting the others thoughts into words, and it was about as subtle as a bull in a china shop. But the others were already used to that fact, her tact was in very short supply and was basically nonexistent. "Almost time?" The pirate takes a glance at Simmone's HUD and reads off the time. "Good, been itc

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} A spark of flame would start to lick the grass nearby, and Celeste would extend her arm to her cleaver sitting a couple feet from her. It flashes and turns into a swirl of flame that chases its way into her right hand. Forming the cleaver into a translucent glass like appearance before filling in with color. Pushing her hand on the ground, and using the weapon as a crutch at first. Putting it over her shoulder, she burns hotter and with this her flames manifest like cobalt blue flames across her shoulder and becoming more vibrant on her hands. A ru

Standard Recovery +4 EN A pivot Celeste comes down that walkway completely late to the foray, her eyes troubled by the sudden change in lighting. With one eye open through a scrunched up face, she'd take a sharp leap toward the spook that had taken a space behind Simmone. "Ah no you don't." She'd bark as she'd take a swing toward her opponent, expecting a connection to actually occur. What happens would catch most of the party off guard, as the phantom would turn and raise its left hand. A ring on its finger would hum and a pulse would leap from it, like a transparent barrier. Echoing out

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed Celeste recoils seeing a whole slew of tiny reinforcements pop from the sand, eager to avenge their fallen comrades. For a moment there she swears she can hear the tiniest little battle horn, like a kazoo on a mouse. "No." Celeste would respond as she'd start slamming her feet, and some would expertly avoid the titan. There was an interesting sense of respect from the woman, because she had literally been in their tiny shoes. Hell, maybe a week ago when she fought the ancient. The red head was no stranger to fighting colossal creatures. It was act

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} "I got it." Celeste would bark as she'd rush past Nisahime and scamper up to the nomads feet, stepping on one she'd drop her cleaver upon another. It was the most elegant showing of excessive force. These poor things had nowhere near enough health combined to deal with a single swing from her and yet she just needed the outlet. The tiny muted pops of what was akin to shooting fish in a barrel, Celeste wouldn't admit that hitting them made her feel leagues better about the situation. All this diplomacy, and conversation had left the red head chaffed

Standard Recovery +4 EN Rounding back toward the cretin, Celeste drives her cleaver into a front right leg. This cleaves it clean off sending it spiraling through the air from the force alone. It manages up about five or so feet before it explodes into star like shrapnel. The crab would wobble trying to course correct given that it had lost some of its balance. Another high pitched chirp would overtake Celeste's blade again, and with a turn she'd drop to a kneel before offering another destructive swipe upwards. A sharp tear slices through the creatures undercarriage and sends a smatterin

A grit of her teeth as the cleaver tears down on that waiting hunk of flesh, sending bits of an awaiting shell into the air like a handful of stones. The crab rips back away as the white steaming hot mess escapes the furious red head. "Why do you keep bouncing around so much?" Celeste joins into the conversation like a bull in a china shop. Like the others, she wanted to claim the first real opportunity they had ever been offered. Lifting her cleaver up as an attack rushes for her waist. "I have a lot to do, and how many chores do you do in the exact same space? Same thing." That answer again

The raging bull still being pulled along by her reigns. Celeste again finds herself permeating the sand of the giant crab...thing that the guild so desperately seemed to seek out and slay nearly daily. All for the sake of this strange broad, and in the back of her mind she had contemplated a couple times just gagging the bitch and shoving her in a cellar somewhere. But she didn't no matter how much she wanted to. Celeste wasn't the brightest knife in the drawer but she could get that if she wasn't walking around they would never learn whatever the fuck she was doing. Odd castles, rampant ocean

Standard Recovery +4 EN A sudden shake under her feet, with it a roar. “BRING IT” Celeste would call out. She was not scared, she would put it down like the rat it was. Seeing from the corner of her eyes to the left, a large black see through thought. It looked like a large wolf or maybe a coyote but either way that thing was not getting anywhere near here. Maybe because she didn’t want to leave the group and get lost in the storm. Pulling that weapon up with a deep breath, it was starting to get a bit heavy which meant that she was losing more energy than she wanted. God this game is stu

Standard Recovery +4 EN The first thing she feels is a shiver down her spine. Feet sank into the ground, first thought was quick sand given they were just on a beach and frozen rain. Vision returns sorta and Celeste couldn’t be more wrong. It was snowing, no, it was a blizzard. “Where the hell are we Raidou?” as she begins to hear dog-like howls in the distance. Crap, she couldn’t see anything. If those abilities of hers decide to just happen here there would be no telling where she would end up. Barking right behind her causing the cleaver to swing blindly through the heavy winds. Feelin

Standard Recovery +4 EN Raidou made sure the crab was taken care of. Hearing the white-haired chick call out the small invaders, Celeste watches her walk toward Raidou. Not sure she wanted a part of that, it looked super intense. She had enough of that back home. Dragging her sword on the ground, walking past Raidou placing a hand on his shoulder. Not sure what it was about but if Raidou found it important enough to say something to us then he would. Letting the man know that they were here if he needed it. Trailing off to get these tiny little… Glancing down at the snails, “Really what t

Standard Recovery +4 EN Celeste takes a few steps back, watching the crab get his ass kicked hard core. It was a miracle that it lasted this long. Raidou seemed like he had an itch to scratch, paying more attention to Nisa that he was to what was in front of him. What was his beef with her? Celeste had her own reason why the woman got on her nerves but this seemed to be much different. Something that she hadn’t seen from the man yet. So fixated on the white-haired chick. Backing up a bit more, if Raidou made a move right now it wouldn’t be a nice one. Celeste of all people knew that anger

Seeing the commotion already starting, running the rest of the way. Seeing Simmone, weird she usually wasn’t a part of these things. Was looking forward to seeing what the woman could do. It was a full party up in the front, Raidou was doing damage control and was paying a close eye to, she had to follow his eyes to Nisahime. Gaius was acting as his back up. Also crazy, he would usually be up in the air by now. Celeste would track around the back of the constantly spawned enemy. Not much of sliding to a halt cause she wasn’t going that fast. Pulling that cleaver up over her right shoulder, sla

Ship slows to a halt, wondering if she just shouldn’t park this thing here and make a small get away boat. Celeste has been here a lot lately and getting up extra early just to sail the house to this location was agony. Between constantly yelling at the Galatians and doing all the work that they could seem to figure out how to do, it was starting to get exhausting to say the least. Yawning as she unravels the rope ladder, hoping over the ledge and sliding down like it was nothing. A solid THUD hitting the sands, maybe she should train a ship captain, or teach Lium to man the ship. He needed mo

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} A sharp glare at Freyd as she'd glance back to her ass and to the man. Somehow he still remained the most capable of getting on her nerves. Rubbing the back of her skull, as the glowing red wound would slowly find itself closed. It was here the party would begin to fan out, kicking around in the sand looking for the insistent little bastards that sprung out from it nearly every time they smote the crab into oblivion. A shake will see Celeste's vision clear. "Guess we are on noodle duty." allowing the soft crunch of sand to declare her retreat towar

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} Finding herself finally understanding the writing on the wall as Gaius secures the exit, Celeste looks to the primary opposition to their extraction. "Yep, sounds good." The woman flashes a thumbs up to the cook and sees her weapon surge with most of the power she had left on tap. A violent vibration as her left hand joins her right, and she dumps that heavy beast into the waiting floundering foe that found its face forced into the floor. A flash fire of blue flames causes the creature to cry out in a shrill retelling of pain, although a facsimile

*Moving to Floor 22 -> Sweetwater Devil Standard Recovery +4 EN "What is this place?" Celeste offers finally having the time to scan her surroundings for real, now that they weren't under constant threat. Yet, the trailing fin would elude to otherwise. "Oh for fucks sake." the red head barks as she springs into action, irritated by the constant army of stupid that seemed to be oozing out of the woodwork. Her weapon sparks to match her irritation, becoming illuminated by a flow of crimson light that sparks out in cobalt blue flames upon its rim. A turn of her heel as she'd trace the c

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed The last into the little foray, Celeste cannot help but whistle out loud at the sight. "Damn, reminds me of the sky. You think they have trouble with flooding?" The obvious jest would fall on deaf ears. "Tough crowd." she'd murmur beneath her breath as the others began to fan out from where the stairs ended. Rocking out is a slew of attacks that assault the ears, as nearly everyone was now under attack by the denizens of this strange... floor? Her companions started the fight with all manner of color and expertise, cutting down droves of foes with

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} The woman groaned in irritation, they were back to the tracking business at a drop of a hat. Just like that. Why couldn't this bitch remain in one place for more then 2 seconds. 2 fucking seconds. Is that too much to ask? Another grumble as she finds her way to her weapon and hoists it onto her right shoulder, dragging her feet at the sheer notion of having to play bloodhound to this broad. Hoofs hoof it across the turf, as she pretends to look around. This wasn't her strong suit and the odds were she wasn't going to spot her before anyone else did

*Optimal Turn Order Change Standard Recovery +4 EN As soon as her stasis clears, the crab was hardly doing any better. It was seizing under lightning, coughing out black ichor and being restrained by the smith. The woman twists and her eyes dart up, a trail of blue would see her blink up shortly after a pale mirage of her like glass projects where she'd appear. From above she comes down with the cleaver as the titan tries to rise, and the following clap of thunder would send it into the sand with such force that a cloud would rise from the sheer torque. Her cleaver dangling halfway o

A cleaver burns bright with outrage. A muddied mixture of ferocity and fervor its washed in cardinal as the woman springs haphazardly into combat, a solid slam of the weapon would see it explode into flames that lick away at the carapace. This sends a scattering of the shell like shrapnel as the color waves clean through and tears more of its remaining HP away in an instant. Not quite to the same caliber yet the tenacity was even more in spades. Gritting her teeth in a focused fury, the woman carries through and slides past her target, the weight of the blade carrying her a full half turn as t