Dragonborn Isekoi (Sallin Kari)

[porne]

Many of the metallic spikes crack and warp, but thy don't shatter like you were hoping, but the abuse is extensive, the creature barely able to move before a sharp stabbing sensation informs you that the damned shadow creature is back. Still, pretty sure that mage is dead, and the ogre is completely fucked for now at least. Maybe you can chase this little fucker out, or find another way to corner it to finally kill the stupid thing. Or, since it doesn't seem to be that big of a threat, you can search for more fuel cells.

[Sallin_Kari]

Well good enough. If it can't move then I can leave it here. I fire off another explosion at the shadow before hosing down the area it is in with magma, freezing the ogre in another ice wall for good measure as I continue down the hall looking for more explodable stuff.

[porne]

The ogre just does not seem to want to die. Fucker. The beedy black eyes in its well armored head stare at you before you freeze it, the thick mythril skull seeming to provide monstrous defense even from your own fires, giving the Parasite time to work its healing magic. Great, fire resistant undead monstrosities. Fantastic.

This time, the shadow creature seems to realize what's coming, and you don't catch it dead on, the thing slipping between the splintered floor plating and presumably to the lower deck as you hose the entire area with fire. Moving down the hallway quickly, you feel a bit more magical energy flowing behind a heavy door, a fire break if you're not mistaken, and prying the door open proves your guess correct, another woven white sack full of fuel gas waiting for you. Exploding this one has a much bigger effect, and you feel a... flicker in the strange field that is blocking teleportation. A loud 'thoom' and scattered impacts indicate that the shield it's been keeping Theresa back with might have flickered as well. Well, if the blasted thing is distracted, what kind of guest would you be if you didn't go say hello once more. You're starting to get rather tired though, this body's demands are insane.

[Sallin_Kari]

I periodically seal and door I came through with magma in an attempt to dissuade the shadow creature from bothering me again as I continue destroying the ship. Pausing I look around to see if there are anything mana rich lying around. What annoying hosts they are not to offer me snacks.

[porne]

Your attempts to seal the door don't seem to help that much, as you keep catching sight of the living shadow slipping in and out of doors and cracks in the wall ahead of you as well as behind as it stalks you, looking for an opening. It probably knows the ship much better than you, and it's ability to slip along the surface, any surface, in the ship is giving it some serious mobility options.

Looking about, you do find various spare crystals of some kind, the strange hose hook ups on the back and whatever magical conversion system takes the flammable gas and air to create mana. You do manage to find a munitions storage area, a few pods full of harpoons and other weapons showing quite a bit of charged mana crystals ready to be fed into the various turrets. Still, these aren't going to do that great for you, they're pure 'speed' magic, rather than anything useful like fire.

[Sallin_Kari]

Well if magma doesn't work I keep using the explosive each time I catch sight of it. Still I found a place to restock. Pulling out anything with mana and consuming it, I take a little recharge break, with a wary eye to make sure the shadow or another surprise doesn't bother me.

[porne]

Setting fire and exploding your surroundings seems to be a pretty effective way to keep the thing off your back as you shred the equipment pulling out the small core of magically charged crystal. Rather bland, and not very energy dense, but still ravenous eaters like you can't be beggars. Still, you feel the ship struggling to maintain level, it keeps trying to straighten and then listing slightly, and the strange field and shield flickering, now might be a good time to head up top for another pass at the Weaver. You wouldn't want it to get lonely.

[Sallin_Kari]

While it is probably time to go above deck I need to make sure I can't actually get to that pillar supporting the weaver before I go.

[porne]

If you recall... dammit, which way are you facing? Let's see, if the ship is tilting... which way would it tilt? Some brief exploration indicates which way front and back is, but with the explosions, fires, and getting into a fistfight with the ogre, you're not sure which way is which. Calming yourself and sensing for a bit... you're pretty sure the pillar is 'that' way, but you're only a bit closer to it than you were. Before, you were maybe a third of the ship away, and now you're closer to a quarter? Having gotten a chance, you start to feel a familiar rumbling thump series, the shriek of metal and raging howls that indicate that you're going to have company of the big and metallic variety soon.

[Sallin_Kari]

Really... that asshole is back. Fine then. I begin tearing an opening in a nearby wall so I can just throw the damn prick off the boat and be done with him.

[porne]

You start ripping holes in the walls, but stop when the roaring and stomping end. No... they didn't end, you just can't hear them anymore? Did it stop? Did it teleport or something? You can sense some weird magic, and it's very odd, like air magic maybe? Could the Parasite be floating the ogre along? Air magic surges all around you, in every direction and you can't get a bead on them. Frustrating.

[Sallin_Kari]

Are they using air magic to hide the sound? I load the acid round into my pistol while I form an ice wall, shattering it and scattering the ice crystals and mist around to see if there are any unusual air currents around me.

[porne]

Definitely some kind of air magic going on, but looking around, nothing is near you. Your senses are just sharp enough to detect it through the walls before a massive fist comes up through the floor and grabs at you as you nimbly hop away from it. Hell of a trick to silence it and then position it under you.

[Sallin_Kari]

This isn't worth it. I jump through the hole I made in the side and fly up to the deck.

[porne]

Hoping out of the ship, you catch flight once more, and see the situation is much improved. Dozens of Hornets, in two sets of colors are buzzing about, diving and weaving around the various ships, the shield being severely depleted when a heavy strike hammers against it. As you watch, another streak of light reaches towards you, before it seems to splinter, and the shield at the front of the fleet flickers on impact, and a few of the splinters almost make it through before the shield flickers back up. The tar covered figure in the pedestal is struggling, and where it's making motions of casting, it's almost totally silent, several people around her chanting instead. Whoever the host is is apparently exceptionally stubborn and refuses to give control of the body to the Weaver.

Surveying the ship you've spent several minutes shredding from the inside, you can make out your path from the inside. The massive crater wound of your entry, a trail of collapsed decking, and then a blown out main turret assembly, still smoldering before the trail takes off at a different angle, terminating shortly after the nearby flaming wreckage of another gun turret. Below it didn't seem like you were getting very far, but the ship has a very visible scar where you went on the warpath. A flicker catches your eye, and you see a small shadow jumping about, waiting for you to land, which makes you twitch in annoyance.

Still, even up here, without the Hornets to bother you, it's you versus whatever defenses they can muster, which seem to be much more taxed than they were a moment ago. Landing is a possibility, and one your aching wings are suggesting you do as this 'hovering' nonsense is taxing, but you'll be much more vulnerable to the shadow creature and the ogre when it pops out. There's all these other ships, most of which aren't going to have such extensive defenses prepared for you, as the Weaver is a very obvious vulnerability.

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Alrighty then, we ready for the big scripted moment?

[Sallin_Kari]

Well ain't this just a lovely sight. Looking at the battle I determine what's the best way to approach this. I think it's time to kill that shadow creature once and for all. Dive bombing, I fire a dragon bolt directly at it, before landing heavily. Still with my magic reserves depleting as fast as they are I certainly don't have the time to take out the entire fleet. Time to attack the weaver I suppose. I let out another dragon bolt at it to see how its defenses are holding.

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I don't know what it is but sure. Also what happened to his wings?

[porne]

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He's big, heavy, and tired by this point. This form has the same issues Torens does in that the wings aren't fully sized for his weight, so he has to push more magic through them to counter it. Easily dealt with with practice, but still a new issue he hasn't figured out yet.

The strange shadow is on top of the armor, searching for you, and you start hammering it from above before you create a crater of splintered tiles and metal when you land, throwing shards of armor as the ship gently sways under your enhanced impact. The strange orbiting shields slide into position as you hammer them with dragon bolts, and you see them begin to glow and bend as they slip around on some kind of invisible bubble. The numerous spells the Weaver is maintaining flex again, stuttering as she strains to find the power to keep them all running. <Brother! Too much!> You hear it cry out to the other one that showed up before. And like before, you see a split in reality form, slipping over a figure and returning to nothingness. Strange, the previous portal was radically different. This time though, he's equipped with armor, spell components, and other things to actually fight, and he doesn't seem to be nearly as powerful as he was, whatever force that held him back the last time you met having scared him. He's stronger than you. By a great deal of raw magical power, although his vulnerabilities are still well known enough.

A shadow or shift in the air warns you, and you dodge the damned ogre once more, its full bodied double handed smash would probably have broken a few bones if you hadn't dodged, although you feel something slip around your wrist, and staring down, a dull grey manacle is wrapped around one wrist, magic reaching through it, before slamming you against the ground like it weighs several tons. The ogre takes this chance to tackle you, before picking you up, nearly wrenching your arm out of its socket and holding you for the Emperor Weaver. "I must admit, I am impressed. A single dragon did this much to damage our movements? Are you sure I cannot convince you to join us? You would be a fine host or servant. What would convince you, wealth, females? I was considering the human female queen here, she is quite powerful, but I'm willing to give her to you to secure your loyalty." He rubs at his chin.

[Sallin_Kari]

Grabbing the manacle I pull at it before finally getting fed up and biting down on it. My patience is starting to wear out with all this crap. I feel my blood starting to boil. Not a good thing. I need to think clearly to get out of this situation. Still, what he said only adds oil to my internal fire, and I scowl "Don't make me laugh. I don't need your help for any of that. She's not yours to give."

[porne]

It's difficult to get your claws under the thumb thick slab of uru on your wrist, and there's definitely some kind of spell going on inside if it. In fact, it actually feels like that strange weight spell you saw in Elisa's shop, the manacle seeming to be attracted to the ground. Awkwardly bending, you manage to get your teeth on it before the ogre starts manhandling, and you at least see some severe fang marks in the tough metal, the natural disintegration magic in your teeth playing merry havoc on any material you've sampled before. The massive mythril paw slips onto your head forcing you to look at the Weaver in the Emperor's body.

The thing in the guise of a man chuckles darkly at that, "Everything on this world is mine to give, I just haven't gotten around to claiming it yet. But, I can see that you'll not give in. Very well, a lobotomized breeding stud is still useful." He mentions, before pulling out a stiletto that is almost familiar, oozing some kind of strange mind magic from it. A twin pair of lights streaks out from the Bright Spire, and you realize they're poorly aimed, the rounds looking to straddle the fleet. "And here the-" whatever comment the Void Weaver was going to make is drowned out as the projectiles sandwich the fleet and a monstrous pair of spells is triggered, something primal and terrifying, altering the very building blocks of reality within the two projectiles as a wave of raw lightning washes from one side of the fleet to the other and the Weaver is forced to add his own shielding to that of his sister, who collapses and blood starts gushing from her, the liquid black barely able to help as the host screams for help before being washed over and drowned once more.

Blinking away the spots from the impossibly bright light, you feel something behind you, something actually familiar that makes you smile before raw liquid fire ripples across you, spraying across the entire deck. It doesn't do much damage, but everything is drenched in the fire, the two Weavers frowning at having to defend themselves. A lithe, silver covered figure darts in front of you, and blurs back around, a single thin blade, bright black and red edge drawn before the feminine figure lands a single thrust, an aetherial scream echoing as you're set free, turning to see the dragon scale sword sticking out of the ogres eye, planting all that potent dragon mana right in the core of its brain ban, before the silver figure grabs its throat, flipping up and over but refusing to let go. The silver plated amazon slams both feet into the back of its legs, just below the knees forcing it to kneel and present its exposed throat to you, totally defenseless and ready for savaging.

A monstrous crash next to you on the other side draws your attention, a now familiar dull grey metallically armored figure, that can only be Theresa is there, lifting what she must have purchased onto her shoulder, a vicious halberd battle axe, an almost dull half moon blade on one side, a flared blade on the top, and a blackened, scorching hot spike on the back, with a full meter of shaft followed by a spell drum. The core of the head has a strange, open spheroid in it, and as you watch, you see the space around it begin to distort, forming an intense black pinpoint, before strange spatial magic begins to flow, creating a projected half moon of pure darkness and flames lick off the other two blades. That explains where your claw got to, and it's in a much better place than a pitiful little sword.

At that point, you feel a... ripple and familiar mana washes over you, a burning golden figure descending, a flare of large wings scattering the liquid flames. You can't help the smile that creeps to your face as you recognize your mother in what has to be her battle form, one you never knew you'd get to see. Her comforting... fluffiness is gone, nothing but taught muscle, heavy scales and raw heat pouring off of her indicate she is here to butcher her foes. The Emperor Weaver is suddenly much more hesitant than before, as two dragons, one of them far older and more experienced apparently more than he expected.

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Mother Dragon Battle Form

Theresa Heavy Armor

Amazon Summoned Armor

[Sallin_Kari]

"Then get in line. I'm claiming the world for my family," I snap back, turning to try and tear chunks out of the ogre's hands. I feel my anger bubbling over. As soon as the ogre's grip on me is loosed I chew the chain attaching to the manacle apart, and pulling out my pistol, charging it with far more then the tested amount as I pull the trigger. Focused on killing him, I barely recognize what is going on, only that the tides have shifted into my favor, the comforting flames of my mother washing over the deck. I let out a roar of triumphed rage, followed by a dragon bolt with far more power behind in the usual as I draw from every reserve I have.