[PP-F9] Necessary Treachery | <<The Iron Guardian>>

[Morningstar 0]

Nym whipped by him like a bird swooping in on its prey. She ripped through the stunned barbarians until nothing was left but their dissolving corpses. Morningstar looked impressed. "Good hits," he said. He probably should have been at least a little bit concerned. Her strikes were different from his own--more emotional, more vengeful. There wasn't the time to worry, however. The dungeon's final phase had begun.

The barbarian warchief's spawn was hard to miss. He was commanding, brutal, and dripping with pride. His frame was even larger than the two barbarians they had just killed. He roared, "You stand before Warchief Glorn! Weaklings, whelps, fodder! Come! Let your bones shatter against my axe!"

A quick breath and Morningstar was on his way to test the might of Warchief Glorn. The ogre-like warrior swung his axe, cleaving in wide arcs. But its size and heft betrayed the warchief; the quick swordsman out maneuvered him every step of the way.

Thinking of Nym's safety, Star opted for a stun. His first hit landed against the chief's leg, dropping him to a knee. The second cut across his wrist, weakening Glorn's grip on the axe. The third entered his chest, a clean and calculated hit. Glorn's body tensed and tightened until eventually, he tipped over. 

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Combat

Morningstar | HP: 897/897 | EN: 77/116 | DMG: 26 | EVA: 5 | ACC: 6 | BH: 48 | LD: 6 | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | AA | PAR VEN +12 EN | -18 EN
Nymoria | HP [460/460] | EN [47/64] | ACC [4] | DMG [14] | MIT [36] | BH [+14] | Bleed [36] | Keen [+2 BD] | Recovery [6] | +3 EN | -10 EN
[1,0] Warchief Glorn | HP: 1308/1500 | DMG: 270 | MIT: 120 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | Stunned | StunImm[P]: 1/3

ID241257 | CD: 8 | <<Recovery>> | +8 EN
ID241259 | LD: 15 | <<Lady Luck>> | PARA-V -> ACC
ID241260 | BD: 3+8-3 = 8 | <<Tech-A vs. Warchief Glorn>> | Hit: [26x12-120] = 192 damage | Stunned

[Nymoria 0]

Another creature had arisen to face the pair, and Nymoria watched as this time Morningstar moved to intercept it. She couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing – what she had done, up until this point. Her sabre shook in her hand, and she could feel a wall of emotion washing over her as her mind slowly reeled in response to everything that had occurred so far. She could feel it all beginning to shift, to crack ever so slightly.

No, it’s not time yet. Bring down that big, ugly thing. Then you can have pity. Then you can have sorrow. Destroy it, like it would destroy you! Her hand tightened again on her sabre’s hilt, and she moved to join Morningstar in his assault on the creature. It was larger than the previous groups had been, and although her sabre was quick, she found herself facing a new problem – the warchief was nothing less than a mass of muscle and power, and as strong as her sabre’s edge may have been, as capable at cutting and stabbing – it found no easy purchase within the thing before her.

A half snarl escaped her as she drove the sabre in, placing a hand on the bottom of the pommel and driving it towards the warchief’s eye, hoping to at least be able to puncture the weak spot that had presented itself before her. At least blind him. At least blind him! At least blind him!

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Combat

Morningstar | HP: 897/897 | EN: 77/116 | DMG: 26 | EVA: 5 | ACC: 6 | BH: 48 | LD: 6 | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | AA | PAR VEN +12 EN | -18 EN
Nymoria | HP [460/460] | EN [41/64] | ACC [4] | DMG [14] | MIT [36] | BH [+14] | Bleed [36] | Keen [+2 BD] | Recovery [6] | +3 EN | -9 EN
[1,2] Warchief Glorn | HP: 1248/1500 | DMG: 270 | MIT: 120 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | Stunned | StunImm[P]: 0/3 | Bleed [36 | 0/2]

ID241263 | BD: 9+4 = 13 | <<ST-I vs. Warchief Glorn>> | Hit: [(14+1)x12-120] = 60 damage | Bleed [36 | 0/2]
Warchief Glorn is stunned.

Edited Tuesday at 08:02 PM by Nymoria

[Morningstar 0]

Damn. Right in the eye.

Morningstar couldn't help but wince in response to Nymoria's attack. She'd picked the right weak spot to jab, it seemed. Bloody pixels trickled out of its wound, slowly depleting its vast pool of health. When the stun wore off, the warchief raged, clutching his destroyed eye. He let out a guttural roar, shaking the battlefield. "I WILL CRUSH YOU LIKE THE INSECTS YOU ARE!" With his wrist and leg healed, he retrieved his axe and stood tall. His movements were swifter and more reckless. He swung at Nymoria, and then at Morningstar, and when he tired of their tricky evasion, he slammed his axe into the ground.

A shockwave rippled outward, knocking them both down. Morningstar scurried back to his feet, sword still in hand. He ducked underneath the warchief's axe before he was cleaved in two and landed a single hit to his midsection. Another chunk of the boss' health vanished, but they were still a ways away from the end.

He took a few steps back, nervous about staying within axe's-length of the angry giant. "Hey!" he called out to Nym. "Doing okay?"

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Combat

Morningstar | HP: 897/897 | EN: 79/116 | DMG: 26 | EVA: 5 | ACC: 6 | BH: 48 | LD: 6 | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | AA | PAR VEN +12 EN | -10 EN
Nymoria | HP [460/460] | EN [41/64] | ACC [4] | DMG [14] | MIT [36] | BH [+14] | Bleed [36] | Keen [+2 BD] | Recovery [6] | +3 EN | -9 EN
[2,2] Warchief Glorn | HP: 978/1500 | DMG: 270 | MIT: 120 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | StunImm[P]: 1/3 | Bleed [36 | 0/2]

ID241331 | CD: 10 | <<Recovery>> | +8 EN
ID241330 | BD: 3 | <<AOE-I vs. Warchief Glorn>> | Hit: [26*15-120] = 270 damage 

[Nymoria 0]

The resounding shockwave that the giant of a man had unleashed caused Nymoria to slam into the ground, rather uncomfortably if she were being entirely honest. It wasn’t enough to break her focus, however, and she found herself rolling to the side as another strike landed nearby. Leaping to her feet, she checked herself over quickly before preparing to rush back into the fight – stalled only as Morningstar beat her to the punch and cut away a section of the warchief’s torso.

Fine. I. Am. Fine. She signed aggressively, her fingers and hands moving in chopping motions as she spelled out the words with a barely contained frustration. Her sabre shook again, and although she could still feel the impact of the weapon’s edge piercing the thing’s eye, she found it no heavier or unwelcoming than any other time she had held it. You need to end this. Kill him. Kill them all.

The words within her head were all the encouragement that Nymoria required, and she found her feet moving beneath her as she charged forward, sabre held back and ready to strike, while her right hand signed quickly. I. Will. Eviscerate. You. All.

 

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Combat

Morningstar | HP: 897/897 | EN: 79/116 | DMG: 26 | EVA: 5 | ACC: 6 | BH: 48 | LD: 6 | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | AA | PAR VEN +12 EN | -18 EN
Nymoria | HP [460/460] | EN [34/64] | ACC [4] | DMG [14] | MIT [36] | BH [+14] | Bleed [36] | Keen [+2 BD] | Recovery [6] | +3 EN | -10 EN
[2,3] Warchief Glorn | HP: 816/1500 | DMG: 270 | MIT: 120 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | Stunned | StunImm[P]: 2/3 | Bleed [36 | 2/2]

ID241353 | BD: 5+4-3 = 6 | <<ST-II vs. Warchief Glorn>> | Hit: [14x15-120] = 90 damage
ID241352 | BD: 4+3-3 = 4 | <<Warchief Glorn vs. Nymoria>> | Miss

*Bleed not applied last turn, double applied this turn cause I forgot.

Edited 23 hours ago by Nymoria

[Morningstar 0]

The effect of the fight's extension appeared to be aggressiveness, both for their opponent and Nymoria herself. Morningstar hesitated to reengage with Glorn, nervous about his party mate's state of mind. Her signs came off as rageful, and they way she fought supported that hypothesis. 

What a day.

Whether it made him uncomfortable or not, Morningstar had no choice but to keep up his tempo. Nym put up a good fight, but the warchief would outlast her in a straight one versus one. Morningstar followed behind her and clashed with the giant, mindful of his partner's sword swings and behavior.

The warchief met his blade with brute strength, forcing Morningstar to adjust his stance and redirect the impact rather than meet it head-on. He shifted his weight, slipping into a more fluid rhythm, using the momentum of each exchange to keep himself mobile. Even as he fought, his eyes flickered toward Nymoria, watching for signs of instability that could put them both in danger.

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Combat

Morningstar | HP: 897/897 | EN: 81/116 | DMG: 26 | EVA: 5 | ACC: 6 | BH: 48 | LD: 6 | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | AA | PAR VEN +12 EN | -18 EN
Nymoria | HP [460/460] | EN [44/64] | ACC [4] | DMG [14] | MIT [36] | BH [+14] | Bleed [36] | Keen [+2 BD] | Recovery [6] | +3 EN | -10 EN
[2,3] Warchief Glorn | HP: 816/1500 | DMG: 270 | MIT: 120 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | StunImm[P]: 3/3 | Bleed [36 | 2/2]

ID241429 | CD: 4 | Recovery Failed
ID241430 | BD: 1+7-3 = 5 | Miss

[Nymoria 0]

They were beginning to falter, Nymoria could see that even without turning her head to the reality of it all. Morningstar’s most recent attack had missed – just barely, but enough to cause them to stumble as the fight continued. Nymoria knew, somewhere in her mind, that she was outclassed in comparison to the giant hulking figure of the warchief. She knew that she couldn’t face it alone – and yet, she didn’t seem to care. Not in the moment, at least.

It doesn’t matter. You don’t matter. None of it matters. You. Don’t. Matter. The words were enough to force her back into the fight, a silent scowl upon her face the only expression of emotion as she stabbed and slashed at the warchief, hoping to stun the creature – a tactic that would work on at least delaying the inevitable. Everyone dies, so what? You think you’re special? You should just give up here and end it all-

She cut the thoughts off, trying to turn her focus to the fight itself. She could see an opening in the warchief’s defences, and found herself naturally moving to exploit it, hoping that she’d be able to at least give Morningstar a moment to retreat and recover himself. She cared little for her own situation, pausing only to take a deep breath before rushing towards what was her inevitable doom.

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Combat

Morningstar | HP: 897/897 | EN: 81/116 | DMG: 26 | EVA: 5 | ACC: 6 | BH: 48 | LD: 6 | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | AA | PAR VEN +12 EN | -18 EN
Nymoria | HP [460/460] | EN [32/64] | ACC [4] | DMG [14] | MIT [36] | BH [+14] | Bleed [36] | Keen [+2 BD] | Recovery [6] | +3 EN | -11 EN
[2,4] Warchief Glorn | HP: 768/1500 | DMG: 270 | MIT: 120 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 0 | Stunned

ID241441 | CD: 10 |Recovery | Result: +6 EN
ID241442 | BD: 5+4-3 = 6 | <<Tech-A vs. Warchief Glorn>> | Hit: [14x12-120] = 48 damage | Stunned

Edited 23 hours ago by Nymoria

[Morningstar 0]

In spite of his failed attack, Morningstar did not disengage with the warchief. Nymoria's skillful stun bought him enough time to reposition and prepare his next moves. Glorn, dazed and confused, was an easy target. A single accurate hit to his body would change the tide of battle for everyone. Morningstar held his breath, took a few steps back, and with a running start, he beamed across the barbarian encampment. His normally golden sword art shifted to black at the midway point. When he reached Warchief Glorn, he exhaled. Time seemed to slow down. He wound Dying Sun back and swished it through the man's body. The sword art exploded with enough impact to push both of them back. Morningstar stumbled, catching himself on a knocked-over pile of crates.

"Whew."

A sliver of Glorn's health bar remained, but the majority of his body was destroyed. His axe, broken in two, already began to crumble away, and the right side of his body was entirely gone. Paralysis doubled up with the Nym's stun. The warchief was down.

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Combat

Morningstar | HP: 897/897 | EN: 64/116 | DMG: 26 | EVA: 5 | ACC: 6 | BH: 48 | LD: 6 | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | AA | PAR VEN +4 EN | -21 EN
Nymoria | HP [460/460] | EN [32/64] | ACC [4] | DMG [14] | MIT [36] | BH [+14] | Bleed [36] | Keen [+2 BD] | Recovery [6] | +3 EN | -11 EN
[3,4] Warchief Glorn | HP: 78/1500 | DMG: 270 | MIT: 120 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 0 | Paralyzed

ID241454 | CD: 1 | Recovery Failed
ID241455 | BD: 8+7-4 = 11 | <<[C]AOE-II vs. Warchief Glorn>> | Hit: [(26+3+16)x18-120] = 690 damage | Paralyzed

[Nymoria 0]

Morningstar continued to press his assault against the war chief, his blade soaring through the sky causing a shift in colour as it moved. Nymoria watched it flow through the air, before cleaving through axe and body. A rush pulsed through her as she felt her body soft forward in response to the scene in front of her, and Nymoria find herself dashing towards the war chief once more.

Now. Go. Kill him. Kill him! Kill them all! She drew her blade backwards, bringing it into a ready position in preparation to stab outwards. Her eyes flicked between Morningstar and the war chief as she readied to strike her target. He thinks you’re weak. Thinks you can handle it all by yourself. You can’t, can you? You can’t do anything yourself! You couldn’t even harm the monster in front of you.

Nymoria opened her mouth, screaming silently into the air as she lunged the final steps towards Morningstar and the war chief. A single, final step and she stabbed of outwards, the blade barely passing by Morningstar’s shoulder by only a few centimeters.

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Combat

Morningstar | HP: 897/897 | EN: 64/116 | DMG: 26 | EVA: 5 | ACC: 6 | BH: 48 | LD: 6 | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | AA | PAR VEN +4 EN | -21 EN
Nymoria | HP [460/460] | EN [39/64] | ACC [4] | DMG [14] | MIT [36] | BH [+14] | Bleed [36] | Keen [+2 BD] | Recovery [6] | +3 EN | -2 EN
[3,4] Warchief Glorn | HP: 78/1500 | DMG: 270 | MIT: 120 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 0 | Paralyzed

ID241459 | CD: 6 | Recovery | Result: +6 EN
ID241460 | BD: 1+4-3 = 2 | <<ST-I vs. Warchief Glorn>> | Miss

Edited 12 hours ago by Nymoria

[Morningstar 0]

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Combat

Morningstar | HP: 897/897 | EN: 66/116 | DMG: 26 | EVA: 5 | ACC: 6 | BH: 48 | LD: 6 | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | AA | PAR VEN +4 EN | -2 EN
Nymoria | HP [460/460] | EN [39/64] | ACC [4] | DMG [14] | MIT [36] | BH [+14] | Bleed [36] | Keen [+2 BD] | Recovery [6] | +3 EN | -2 EN
[3,4] Warchief Glorn | HP: 78/1500 | DMG: 270 | MIT: 120 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3

ID241460 | BD: 1+7-3 = 5 | <<AOE-I vs. Warchief Glorn>> | Miss