>>6321483You let your Silver Axe fly out of your hands in a burst of power, just as Mystletainn begins charging across the courtyard. Just before the axe can collide with the hulking monster, he slashes out with his dual swords. His counterattack sends your axe flying back towards you, nearly decapitating you in the process. A timely duck is all that saves your life as the Silver Axe sails over your head and collides with the portcullis, pulverizing the gate into pieces. Your quick thinking has succeeded in stopping Mystletainn in his tracks, preventing him from using his charged attack on you. And that’s not all that it’s done.
Two figures come charging through the newly opened gate following its destruction. Saoirse and Crowley waste no time in jumping into battle, their frustration from not being able to have intervened earlier having finally reached its peak.
>Saoirse: 25 + 15 (Mercurius) = 40 - 30 DEF = 10x3 (Indech) = 30 DMG>Mystletainn: 94/200 HPSaoirse lets out a banshee cry as she leaps towards Mercurius. Her bladework is several notches faster than the spirit’s, and she has no problem cutting through his thick spectral hide with Mercurius. Caught off guard, Mystletainn lets out a pained roar as she goes to work slicing him apart, with several pieces of his armor falling to the ground and dissipating into purple mist. Mystletainn does not remain stunned for long though. He swipes back at the First Sword with a flurry of his blades. What he lacks in speed, he makes up for in technique. The first strike catches Saoirse across the ribs. She fails to see the second strike coming, and is nearly run through for her trouble. She goes sliding across the ground, a trail of blood following in her wake.
>Defiant SPD: 43 (Miss)>Mystletainn: 35 STR + 11 (SS) = 46 - 29 = 17 DMG>SS: (50, Success), (9 DMG)>Saoirse: 24/50 HPSomething gleams in the spirit’s eyes as he watches his foe crumple to the ground, and you had a nasty idea about what was going through his head. Before he can move in on Saoirse, Mystletainn is nearly ripped apart by a tornado. He plants his swords in the ground, hanging on for dear life, as the fatal gusts summoned by Crowley rip apart further pieces of his armor, until you can see the grotesque skeletal figure that was hiding inside.
>Crowley: 42 + 8 (Windsword) = 50 - 20 RES = 30x2 (Bravery) = 60 DMG>Mystletainn: 34/200 HP“I WILL NOT FALL HERE! MORFIS BELONGS TO ME!”
Mystletainn slashes his blade in the direction of Crowley, and you hear the Hero yelp as a cut appears across his shoulder.
>Mystletainn: 20 + 11 (SS) = 31 - 20 = 11 DMG>Crowley: 49/60 HP“Such a maddeningly loud bastard!” Saoirse winces, clutching her wounds tightly. Of the two, she’d taken the worst blow from the fiend, and was badly injured. “But he’s on his last legs!”
