April Event Week 3

Fiercely it held onto the harrier with those noodle limbs of steel, odd contradictory but shhh. The steel coiling along the mass's being, protecting the area closed to it's arcane core, which was well up in the air, right between the ground and that harrier above. Though that distance seemed to become smaller and smaller as the being straight out started to pull it's entirety towards the ground using it's many limbs to keep hold of the ground.

This was at least until the kitsune whom had attack the slash before made an attempt to attack. The area which the dark aura wielder was aiming for practically split open, leaving a huge hole amidst it's changing and shapeless 'body'. It waited a split second for the shadowed claw to be in place before encasing the entire arm in it's abominable body. It didn't hurt though, instead it was surprisingly nice and warm. And a little tingly and... well Twilight might notice that his clothes were slowly getting more spacey, as he seemed...de-age. Bringing his age back to a mere 7 year old. Maybe attacking this thing melee style had not been a good idea.

But Twilight seemed not to be the rainbow...thing's only targets. The multitude of unstable limbs feeling around the ground, inching and clawing their ways to both Diablo and Amber, the two besides the shadow kitsune who had dared to attack the slash. It's being seemingly not thinning out at all despite spreading it's self large and large to get those two. Seemingly completely haven forgotten about the others that were around and most likely even within it's reach.

Oh good. No wings and he was tiny. Great. He brought his arm back, tearing it out of the beasts grasp, claws still in tact. He practically almost ripped through his coat sleeve, due to it having been too big for him now. He jumped back, all of his movements were now... less graceful for lack of a better word. Being that his pants were now too big for him, he tripped over them and fell after jumping away from the creature. 

Funnily enough, he seemed to keep his regular personality, he didn't exactly think like a 7 year old- but something was holding him back from aging back up again... something he could have done normally otherwise. The magic of the crazy monster, he assumed. The dark aura around his body became considerably weaker, as there was only so much a tiny body like this could handle. Whilst scrambling to get up, he tried to shoot a blast of dark energy towards the creature. The blast was small, minuscule compared to what he could usually conjured up. It was about the size of his tiny palm. If he were more focused, he might have been able to make it slightly bigger- like that would matter at all. He was too busy trying to scramble to get back up again.

It hurt. Oh God, it hurt. Like a vampire exposed to sunlight. "Aagghhhh...." The wolf howled, pressing down on her aggravated ears. With shaking hands, she scratched out her earplugs, allowing them to drop uselessly on the ground. Still no sound. Amber bit into her lip, trying her best not to think of the possibility of going deaf as well. Through her watery eyes, she could barely see the arachnae arm creeping towards her hunched body. But in a primal reaction, she shot a heat bullet through it. Yes, through.

In that moment, her body was thrown back at the force of the launch, sending her rolling like a live-size ragdoll. Slowly, very slowly, Amber pushed herself on her feet, autumn eyes nailed on the arm that came for her, and its grass body. Her mind began to work. The magic enchanted those regular grass, and was growing... What was it drawing energy from? But grass was still grass. It burned. Not a real barrier to get through as long as...

She watched a tiny, 7 year old Twilight stumble about nearby.

As long as you don't touch it and it doesn't grab you. Alright, yes, perfect. Sure. Why not. Pulling her game f ace on, the wolf began to maneuver around the beast while it was still focused on the plane. As she did this, she began firing a variety of heat bullets and heat blades, hoping for something to happen.

"NOPE NOPE NOPE NOOOO!"

Diablo would scream as he was just inches away from being grabbed, he quickly shot up to his feet, his head still ringing in agony as he made a attempt to sprint away....pathetically. It was clear to see his lack of physique. His attempt at running was the equivalent of a fish trying to flop around on land, it just WASN'T happening. Though he tried, wobbling and flailing about as he made his attempt.

He would look back to see the beasts grip moving towards him, he tried to speed up but just ended up gasping for air. He would trip over himself and stumble around during his feeble running, it was most likely just a matter of time before he was caught...

Now was probably a good and bad time for... Zeco... to recover, for he had two lovely choices: Either run away abandoning everyone else, or fight back with them. He was still bruised, but not anything felt or looked broken. He could run away, save himself.

Wait, the loud screeching of the rainbow monster didn't hurt much... did that mean...? Zeco snapped his fingers just as a test, and tiny sparks of electricity flew off onto the ground near his feet. So his powers were merged... he glanced back up at the beast, taking one step back in case it had spotted him next.

"HM!" She observed everything that happened. Attack, but be careful and be aware of his attacks, otherwise game's over. The screeching was kinda creeping her out, but there was no way to stop it now. Wait.....what about her powers? She tried something, and her hands lighted up. "Okay! phew." Now let's see what this 'thing' will do next. "Amber! Echo and Zetski! Others! Be careful! We need to work together I guess. Maybe some of you can use their mutation in their advantages!"

(Sorry for not posting! Yeesh, stuff really DID happen!)

The harrier being grappled swerved and groaned under the pressure of the coils as the machine weaved left and right, the pilot inside trying to shake off the creature... The sound of a small spooling would occur before...

BATATATATATATATATATAT


The main battery of the airship began to fire, point blank onto the creature as it attempted to at least shake it off... If it could at least get it to move off of the base of the wings, it could potentially shift to a flight mode rather than it's current hovering state and shake off the creature... The pilot inside struggled with the intercom system, but managed to play back an audio file to those on the ground...


"HELP- -GET- -THIS THING- -OFF- -OF- -ME!"

The sharp groan of metal as the ship released itself from the grip of the monster, or rather the monster letting go by way of an ally, allowed the ship to shift into a fighter-mode, rather than a hover form, it took off skyward, and flew itself right back down overhead, a rather flashy move, but it was to help evade further capture, and keep the creature in the pilot's sights...

The harrier shifted back to Hover mode, it's primary weapon systems coming back online... Targets were locked, unguided missiles (about the equivalent of a large bottle rocket in terms of blast, due to being homemade) and the machine gun mounted in the front were now locked in the beasts's center...

"Stand- -back- -a safe distance-."

This voice wasn't consistent with the pilot's. As if stolen from translation software... The sound of the spooling was again heard, and now missiles were beginning to glow on the wings... The jet began to open fire upon the beast, several bullets, and three small missiles were sent it's way with vicious ferocity... The main hull was bent a bit, so the machine half-wobbled in the air upon firing the missiles, despite the small payload...

Aggravation at its very best.

That was all Amber can say for her ears, and now, her stamina. Breathing was so difficult now, since her heat attacks drained a lot of energy. It was like a weight had been placed on her chest, keeping it from fulling inflating. But her greatest source of pain came from her ears. Oh God, her ears. The screeching very well kept it from ever recovering. But its pitch and volume were so deadly that she feared her eardrums might burst. And then, harrier began firing bullets too. That just made everything better. 

Now Amber was fighting four things; the monster, the ringing and lack of sound coming through her ears, the black spots filling her vision, and her will to vomit. Bringing up her hands to her head, she squeezed and shook her skull, but the mere rattle caused her body to stumble about already. Keep going. I have to keep going. Her eyes observed the bullets of the barrier pass harmlessly through the monster's magic goop. But her heat bullet... It hit a foundation, something real. And already the monster was falling apart, weakening. Yes... Yes!

One more go.

Amber was trapped in her own world, where there was nothing else but her and the monster. She watched its erradic movements carefully, timing a leap, duck, slide, and flip in tune to its random flailing. She was a master of parkour. This was like her daily workout. Eyes glued to the steel coil arms, and dissipating body, she fired her heat blades carefully now. Heat bullets would leave her unconscious within two shots. Aiming for solid steel, and woven grass.

Her mind was in killing mode.

Yet she was in the first line for being killed. With her ears out, she didn't hear the Harrier's warning. And with more bullets fired, the ones that had passed harmlessly before swarmed right at her. But she didn't know. How could she know? Without hearing she was isolated. All she knew was the sudden nudge- a shove on her right shoulder that sent her off course, hurdling backwards narrowly missing an arm. Two more nudges on her leg and arm. Eyes wide, the wolf fell hard onto the grass. The world was spinning. With fear, she moved her vision downwards, to her body, only to see blood gushing from where the nudges- bullets, had hit. 

More tears finally left her eyes. 

Lifting her hand, she slowly began to two heated fingers into each hole, pinching and pulling about for the bullets before sanitizing them with a penetration of extreme heat. 

But that was it, she was done. Watching helplessly as an arm came swinging right at her.

Diablo began a blind panic. He flung his arms around and gasped continously for air, getting a huge shock upon his transportation. He looked around "What, where, where am I?! Why?! WHY?!" He questioned, not really talking to anyone inparticular but just lamenting about the whole situation. 

"I'm dead. This is the day I finally die, I thought it'd be a lot less of a situation that this! Bloody hell!!"

He looked around, trying to find an escape route, failing horribly at that...

Standing there, watching helplessly, Twilight's eyes widened in surprise as Amber hit something that caused the monster to react. After that, it felt like everything moved in slow motion. He wanted to leave but... Amber, oh god no. His wide child eyes followed her movements perfectly as she quickly made her way towards the monster for the kill. 

Then the harrier, the bullets, the arm...

Slow motion came to a stop. The world paused. This or that, me or her- or both of us.. He only had time to glance at his tiny hands before making a mad scramble for the helpless wolf. Nearly tripping over his pant legs again and again, desperately trying to hold them up with his tiny hands that were mostly covered by his coat sleeves. For stumbling, he was moving rather quickly. He nearly reached her, and tripped. In a panic, he let loose a charge of darkness at the monstrous grassy arm but it was over. 

It would hit them both. He was done. What an idiot, risking himself for another. Strangely though, he had no regrets. Whatever this things magic would do next, no regrets.

Boubka felt weird. This was the same feeling she had when turning female. But that means she's changing again! "Oh gods....What's going to happen now?!" She felt like she shrunk a bit. Her legs felt weaker and she began to stand on four paws. She opened her eyes again and saw that she wasn't mobian anymore. "You're kidding me!" It seemed like she started to cry, but she couldn't do it in some way. "Why does this needs to happen with me!?"

She saw that Amber's heat bullets were working. And then she heard the harrier, but there was no way that she could go up there. Or could she? Her body felt way more agile and it was smaller. Maybe she could climb up the plant. She tried it and it went way better than expected. Now to climb all the way up to the harrier.

So it was the waves and bullets and heat that did the most damage, at least to the steel coils. Zeco might have, could have, joined in with jolts of lightning, just to help sear the metal, but Amber had already taken care of it. He stood back, not daring to move, even after the harrier launched a volley of bullets and missiles at the now writhing snake creature.

He shook himself out of this fear like trance, and immediately sprinted towards Twilight and Amber, but he was too far. The most he even did to help was lob bolts of lightning at the rainbow limbs, but he didn't even know if that was enough help.

Continued here! https://sonicrpnation.forumotion.com/t3133-event-week-4#165875