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Post by Francis Drake on Apr 1, 2016 6:51:06 GMT
From the looks of it with the pirat's great sense of all the things!!! She figured that the dragon hadn't actually taken any damage or anything of the like from their fire and she could sort of see why...aaah, how she wished she had obtained a bit of treasure before hand...wonder if those pretty and huge pearls in it's hands could be counted as treasure ? Hah! Of course it could you fool! Anything is treasure as long as it has worth! Getting a hold of them would without a doubt be the greatest plunder! The thought of pillaging this huge draconic beast was something that made the pirate almost gleeful...though she didn't have very long to savour those thoughs.
The giant tail soon came like a whip aimed right for them, unlike the other servants on the bridge though the Woman who set the sun had no need to jump out of the way. Oh she'd get away, but jumping was for people without mounts! A rope from the sky dropped down and with a firm grip she took a hold of it, her other hand holding her gun as she placed the arm over her hat so it wouldn't fly away, once she had gripped the rope she was yanked upwards at a rather impressive speed and she landed upon a small platform in the air...that looked like the bow of a old ship....but there was nothing else in the air. It was just floating there. She stood there not too far away from where the small warloard had climbed up onto the bridge.
Hearing those words from the warlord and soon that flash of light came...when she finally opened her eyes Sir Francis Drake found herself in a rather gloomy place, mountains filled with fire and a sky as red as blood. She would pull her hat back into position and then let out a low whistle of being impressed. It wasn't often that she got to see a reality marble...and this would make a fitting stage! Just like when she took down the Spanish armada it would be done with fire! Or rather firepower! The arcuebuses formed around the small warlord and Drake would let out an almost gleeful chuckle from her lips...a wide grin forming on her scarred face!
" Hah!! You've given us the second greatest stage for this adventure shorty!!! If only you'd have the sea beneath us! Oh well...Let's lay waste to this punk!!" The pirate who could do the impossible shouted out. The bow of the ship started to form completly and soon enough what stood there in the air was a huge ship! The ship of miracles, the Golden hind!!! Or rather...as Drake still called it after all these years, The Pelican. " Remember my name by the death from my passing! Temeroso el Draque! I am the woman who set the sun! What is a dragon compared to that!!!" She let out as countless ships formed around the main ship which she was standing on, the three canons that she had used to fire with before floating above her as she held both flintlocks in her hands. There was no holding back in this womans head! It was all or nothing! Throw everything at this beast and let the storm of storms rage upon it! Her own bombarment of fire started with her noble phantasm Golden Wild Hunt at it's full A+ rank property! All hell would be let loose upon this dragon with the barrage of Canons as all the ships formed from the eventide tempest along with her own ship of the Golden Hind would begin a bombardment of canon fire without the slightest shred of mercy.
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Post by emiya on Apr 3, 2016 18:52:31 GMT
I hadn't expected the dragon to be damaged with attacks of merely that level. What it had done more than convinced me of what I wanted to find out from the fairly inconsequential volleys: Firstly, the attacks were not merely blocked, they were nullified. Clearly this dragon had some sort of active defense he was relying on, likely owing to it's divine nature. The Demonic Sword Gram was increasing in value as the greatest weapon I had access to against something like this...but it was also an expensive trump card that had to be saved for the correct moment. The second fact showed what that correct moment would likely be. Those orbs were something the dragon went out of his way to ensure nothing happened to them...those were clearly of at least sentimental value, and would be the most ideal targets.
I project a weapon I had seen previously in life, a chain attached to a barbed hook. It was a simple weapon, not a Noble Phantasm, but it allowed me to avoid the thrashing tail by latching around a strut of the bridge, letting me pull myself away. I continue to fire explosive shots away from the pearls...hopefully it would think we hadn't discovered that potential "weakness." In any respect, I wait for the thrashing to abate...and as I do so, my eyes widen.
"A reality marble!?" The activation and effects on the world were unmistakable. The timing couldn't be better. Removing such a dragon from it's territory would doubtlessly weaken it...and yet the effects seem even greater. "Nobunaga! What are the properties of the Marble!?" If now was the right time to unleash the trump card, I needed to know. As it stands, I notice the effects it appears to be having on the dragon, and join the bombardment on the dragon, both from Draque's cannonfire and Nobunaga's rifles with massive projection of multiple swords. I keep enough mana to maintain Unlimited Blade Works and project and utilize Gram in reserve...that would be my hail mary.
"I am the bone of my sword...Steel is my body and fire is my blood..." I intone as I project my weapons. I don't know how long Nobunaka can maintain this blasted image of a hellish Honnouji, but I wouldn't let the dragon reconstitute itself by returning to Fuyuki. If her Marble lapsed, mine would take it's place.
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Post by Magatsu-Miongawa on Apr 5, 2016 18:20:58 GMT
So goes the proverb; He who wants to be a dragon must eat many little snakes.
The puny creatures below were like krill to the whales, just little shrimps meant to be devoured in gluttony. Gods or men, or women or generals or demons or whatever it was! The joint power they presented was infinitesimally small compared to the thing they were attempting to kill, and the mere attempt bordered on insanity. So far, the ensemble of blows they had thrown his way could have been resisted by perhaps even a few human heroic spirits; if such a human capable of enduring this attack existed, how could they expect it to overcome a Dragon? Compared to a person that creature was perfect.
The military-looking girl looked defiantly at the monster, an action that would surely be her last. She would be swatted effortlessly by a god's tail, a divine hammer made to smite the pathetic. It flung itself towards it's target, dragging the ground in a massive tremor until-
A strong light enveloped them both...The tail was no longer rushing towards the girl, and the carcass of Fuyuki was not standing around their battlefield. The pungent river wasn't quivering below the Dragon's body like before, and instead they found themselves in a peculiar new world- and that world, without any doubt, hated the snake's existence. It flared up badly, much as if it's body had been poured with gasoline and set a blaze. Loosing it's white glow, their splendour gave room to pain and it became a flailing pitiful thing. The orbs in it's hands had disliked being plucked, from that garden where they had been slowly been growing. To add insult to injury, the two gunpowder maniacs were still there and even more keen on blasting their enemy. It's defense was a protection of the highest calibre, but the damn burning that world imposed on him was almost as vile. Their attacks had proven useless before, but with the support of the flames, the blasts from the pirate's fleet and the shots of general's riffles shipped away at it's scales and flesh. How could they even dare?!
Flies are to be killed dismissively, but when a bee goes and stings a bigger foe than itself it should accept that it will die terribly. From inside the barrage, the white snake burst forth, flying towards Oda Nobunaga. With it's mouth wide open, it pursued the general while snapping it's jaws over and over. It would shred that fool into bloody nothing.
Meanwhile on the bridge, the sounds of the fighting on both-sides raged on. Without it's targets, the influx of prana going to it began receding into the muddy river. To those with the capacity to sense such a thing, it was similar to the discretely subtle links familiars have with their owners. Like a servant receives prana from their masters, so did these connections seem to link the corrupted energy of the grail unto the Dragon.
How tremendous was the source, to have even these normally subtle links be felt by others.
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Post by Oda Nobunaga on Apr 17, 2016 23:25:01 GMT
It seemed that this dragon truly was a dragon of the orient, inheriting the will of the divine. Nobunaga watched the flames coil around the beast, causing its glow to fade and severely weakening its capabilities. The combined barrage of her and the other two Servants had a noticeable impact this time around, confirming many of her suspicions. Whether this black and white dragon was truly divine or simply imitated it, it held that trait in its body. As a dragon, its degree of mystery was high, making it the prime target for death by firing squad. Were the enemy different, or were Nobunaga not involved in this mission, things may have gone differently. May be the dragon would remain untouchable, or may be Nobunaga would have been useless. There were many possible deviations on the path that would change everything.
However, gambling on that was exactly what earned her the title Warrior of Fortune. She gambled with the tides of battle and came out on top, even in the most unlikely of circumstances.
"In this world, even Gods are but Men! Dragons are but snakes! This is the world of a demon among men, the world that subdues even heaven under my blade!" Nobunaga declared both to the dragon and to the other Archer, hoping he would gleam the meaning from her words. There wasn't much point in giving the enemy the exact answer, but it was pretty obvious enough. The red clad Archer was clever; based on what happened to the dragon and the flames barely tickling them, he could probably figure out the rest. The dragon clearly was not happy, as it charged through the pain and gunfire to try and chow down on demon bits. Drifting backwards through the power of the Reality Marble and the power granted to her by Tenka Fubu, she dodged the first two bites, but the third closed in on her quicker than she could back away. As the fangs began to try and clamp down upon her, she drew the sword at her belt and raised it above her head, her feet touching down on the interior of the dragon's mouth as she prevented the dragon's mouth from shutting with her sword. Her off hand was pressed against the blunt of the blade near the tip to add more strength to it, but even then it wasn't easy. Were it not for Tenka Fubu and her Reality Marble, she would have been killed instantly. It was only thanks to the circumstances that she was able to even resist this much. This much, though, was all she needed.
"Shingen's cavalry was more frightening than this! Such a large target makes for easy pickings!" the warlord taunted, responded to by the dragon pressing harder down upon her. Her grip did not fail her, but one of the longer fangs did pierce into her shoulder. Nobunaga grimaced for a moment, but then transformed it into her sinister grin. Completely encompassing the dragon from every angle now were rifles. Three thousand rifles were all trained on the beast, caught in a trap by its anger. The last barrage had not been her full power, and now that she knew they could harm it, it was the perfect time to strike."And Mitsuhide was better at landing a killing blow."
All three thousand barrels fired in unison, unleashing a hell of fire that could not be escaped. Scales and blood rained from the dragon's body as more and more of the bullets connected, the pain momentarily weakening the dragon's pressure in the bite. It was enough though to deliver another blow, as she was able to relieve her sword of defense and pierce it straight through the dragon's tongue and the bottom of its jaw. How much pain it must be feeling, she didn't know nor care. It was her enemy and she would use everything in her power to defeat it. The all out assault was draining on her reserves though; manifesting three thousand attacks was not an easy task. On top of that, she was still maintaining the reality marble. She wasn't too sure if she could keep it up for long, but she had at least one more volley in her. The three thousand shots rang out once more, this time targeting the four orbs clutched in its claws. Though they could not break them before, with the dragon weakened they could be struck. Swords, bullets, and cannon balls all struck the spheres and shattered them. The corrupt pieces turned into mud much like that which made up the river and fell upon the ground.
That was the final straw. The insolence felt by the dragon was too much, and it shook its head to toss the small warlord out of its mouth. She wasn't strong enough now to keep her grip, and began falling from the sky, but not before the dragon would have its revenge. Rearing back for a moment, it unleashed a torrent of black mud onto the Demon King. All dragons possessed a powerful breath weapon; in this case, it could shoot this mud substance. It completely enveloped the warlord and threw her down to earth, burning at her skin. She could feel a corrosive effect at work, but it was not just trying to corrode her body. It sought to corrode her very soul too. She could feel the mud trying to make its way through to her spiritual core, but it was only met with a soul as black as the mud itself. Her status as a Demon King meant she was not a typical hero; for all intents and purposes, if one were to rank the "Heroic Spirit"-ness of each Servant, she would be at the bottom. Even the weakest of heroes tended to have heroic attributes, but she was essentially a demon when it counted. Now was one such time, as the mud could not taint the heart of a demon. It hurt like hell though, if she was being honest.
The world around the three faded, and they soon found themselves back on the bridge. At least, as relative to the bridge as they could be. The dragon was back in the air, and Nobunaga was in a small pool of mud atop the cracked road. Though she escaped as herself, she was not safe from harm. The physically corrosive aspect of the mud had burned at her, leaving a good chunk of her body looking as though she emerged from acid. She still found it in her to grin though.
"The armor should be gone with the orbs; let the second row move forward while the first row reloads." she was able to bark, not quite as loudly, but loud enough for the two to hear. She coughed up a bit of the mud and muttered 'It couldn't be helped' before reverting to her spiritual form. Whether she'd live or die would depend on a lot of things, but it didn't really matter. They had plenty of heroes, and she could always be resummoned later. For now, she'd rest, and perhaps think of her allies back home. She'd let herself be sentimental for a bit, with her battle concluded. [EXIT Nobunaga.]
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Post by Ashwatthama on Apr 22, 2016 22:33:21 GMT
Ashwatthama's attention was roughly diverted away from the ascended Atlantean and his Master by the sudden re-emergence of their foe. Apparently whatever the Japanese Archer had done to drag their foe away from the area had run out; And with it, so had the Archer. From his far-away perch he could clearly see the woman enveloped in a torrent of dark curses spewed from the Dragon's mouth, engulfing her in the acidic substance. Ashwatthama mentally winced at the memory, his healed arm throbbing in the memory of his own experience with the substance. Needless to say, he did not envy the situation the Archer must now find herself in. She would be lucky to still be alive.
One down, five remained.
However, it was clear the Japanese Archer had clearly done significant damage to their divine foe in her final stand. The great beasts orbs of blackened mud had dissipated, lakes of the foul substances instead forming where they had once been. These massive pools had sunk into the river below as they had re-emerged, which meant whatever energy the dragon had been pulling from them was gone. In addition, it was covered in tiny wounds, covered in blood from a thousand cuts, scales torn up and hanging off it's massive form. It was wounded, which was far more than was thought possible after their initial volley.
It wasn't hard to put two and two together. The dragon's protection was somewhat linked to it's connection to the area here, a common trait among spiritual entities. It's separation from the world, or the reality marble itself, had weakened it, which meant it was vulnerable, at least somewhat.
Strike while the iron is hot, as they say.
"Master, I apologize, this will be quite draining on your reserves."
He did not ask for permission, but just stated it as a matter of fact. This wasn't the time to be standing around talking after all, and every second he delayed was an opportunity for the Dragon to recover-- Or worse, attack their allies and further diminish the battle capacity of their group. Ashwatthama drew his bow back, a single, translucent arrow forming on the bow. The ghostly projectile shifted in place, light faintly radiating from it as the twinkle of many tiny lights illuminated the area around the Indian Archer. His bowstring resounded like thunder as the projectile fired out, hurtling up toward the sky, higher and higher. The projectile spread, tiny lights fanning out along the sky, carving a hole in the stars above.
"O Narayana, break the sky and cleanse the earth."
The holy erupted in fire. A cloud of death filled the gap in the sky, as formless shapes swirled around within, as if the attention of the world itself shifted into that tiny gap. And then, like a sudden downpour, a hail of projectiles came hurtling down from above, raining down toward the hulking foe they faced. Each one a deadly Astra in it's own right, all aimed at the wounded Lord of this diseased world. The rain would not stop, only increasing with intensity until the beast died-- Or did something to free itself from the assault. Ashwatthama only knew one way himself, and he doubted the dragon would exactly submit itself to the weapon. However, underestimating such a cosmically powerful creature would be incredibly unwise, so Ashwatthama could only hope to further wound the beast. Even the great lord Narayana could not be expected to slay such a creature for them.
A small part of Ashwatthama however, certainly prayed that it did work. His only recourse if this did not work would be to unleash Vibhuashwathama; He was confident that in his avatar state he could face down the dragon without fear, but such an action would not only probably lead to his own death, as victory without sacrifice could not be assured, but the death of their master, as the prana drain for maintaining such a state was incredibly severe-- And that was something Ashwatthama wished to avoid at all cost.
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Post by King Atlas on Apr 22, 2016 23:49:12 GMT
Atlas looked at the Master for a few moments as the wheels started to turn in his head as to what she was asking. "... Absolutely not." He had a good idea of what it was, considering where they were. "If it's what I think it is, rerouting the leylines to you would completely vaporize you. Furthermore, the mana's corrupted, we can see it. It'd be like taking a jet stream of gasolene, shoving it up your ass and screaming 'PUMP INTO ME!' Pressure's too high and you'll die. It's fucking fuel and you're a human being." It was a suicidal order as far as the Lancasaber was concerned. Oh sure, if it was successful and Hoshi survived, she'd be trippin' so much ballz on mana that she could probably directly take part in the fight. But Atlas wasn't going to risk it, as far as he was concerned, she'd need to use a command spell to force him into it.Atlas turned to look at the dragon after it had reappeared. "We're doing something else." He sighed and joined in with Ashwatthama's assault. He doubted his magic would do anything worthwhile, so he just summoned waves and waves of giant stone slabs, hurling them all at the massive dragon. Combined with the Astras and the walls, he was curious as to how much punishment this thing would be able to take. Clearly, it was weakened, it looks weakened. It felt weakened. Whatever that Delightful Oriental Woman had done had definitely left it's mark. Thinking on it, he hadn't really seen her. He hoped she was okay. tags: Ashwatthama , Francis Drake , emiya , Hoshoku-sha Rokushiki , notes: pre-emptive phrasing
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Post by Francis Drake on May 28, 2016 3:53:49 GMT
The death of the little warlord was an act which caused the pirate to tilt her hat down in respect. " Go easy into the night Demon King. Your rest has been earned." The spoke out softly to no one but herself and the demon king should her spirit gaze down on the scene. With Armada out and the world back to normal once again, the pair returned as the world of Nobunaga collapsed. The pirate and the archer, the two red clad of the team were finally back into the "real world"....all that was left now was to finally bring this giant monstrosity down.
Since the other Archer had decided to go all out it didn't seem very fair for the Woman who set then sun to do anything less. The large culverine behind her raised yet again as she ships canons once again roared out in a hail of thunder! Huge canon balls traversing through the sky and whistling as they traveled through the air towards the dragon!
If that was all that Drake would do though she would without a doubt be a sad display for the pirate! If she was to honor the sacrifice of a comrade in arms she was going to do all she could! Even if it would drain her and their master!
- " Alright you invincible scum! It's time to set the sun!"
Drake shouted out at the top of her lungs. Phantoms started to emerge around Drake, lovely women of spectral aspects as the very area around them would rumble. The skies darkened with black clouds as the mud filled river started to sway back and forth. Thunder was no longer just the sound of Drake's canons as the very city was starting to be engulfed by storms. " Sol Poniente del Diablo!!!" The Pirate exclaimed to summon the storm that wrecked the The invincible in her era! It was time to make this fight be in her domain...not the dragons nor the fallen warlords!
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Post by emiya on May 29, 2016 15:27:39 GMT
All this power being thrown around. It was slightly awe-inspiring, the same feeling of awe that comes with the usage of Noble Phantasms. Seeing Excalibur's light, the cursed lance's throw, the whirling star of creation...each usage of a Heroic Spirit's true power was something that had the capability to take one's breath away. The fact that it was so awe-inspiring was sad in retrospect, as it was all unnecessary burdens on our Master.
The fall of the warlord was...demoralizing to say the least. The return from the flaming temple even more so. This meant the Dragon was becoming more reattached to the world, to the unending fountain of power that made it unstoppable, unassailable. That would ordinarily have not been a problem...I had a contingency. "And yet, these hands will never hold anything."
However, such an overwhelming usage of Noble Phantasms would undoubtedly cause our Master trouble...and adding the maintenance of a Reality Marble would be difficult at best. I can only resolve to use as much of my mana as possible...my reserves are significant, but not unlimited. If I have to maintain it by myself, then I will. "So, as I pray..."
Cutting off the mana flow from Hoshi, I breathe out the last words, inwardly bracing myself. "Unlimited Blade Works."
A circle of fire cuts through the landscape as my own Reality Marble deploys. An endless desert littered with priceless sword after priceless sword, with nothing in it but those swords, besides the ominous gears and smoke in the sky. A fitting world for someone who's life was nothing more than a sword. The world I had chosen for myself. However, it wasn't nearly as tranquil as it ordinarily would have been.
The Dragon remained in the sky, as were the effects of the Rider's Noble Phantasm. Thankfully, I had gotten the field up before Atlas and the other Archer's attacks hit. Lifting my hand in the air, thousands of swords heed my direction, before pointing at the dragon and firing. Anti-Magic and Anti-Dragon weapons proceed to pelt the divine beast...though one in particular, my last ace in the whole, simply goes to my hand. I spend some more mana on reinforcing it, and then nock it into my bow.
His feeling on using it was mixed. In all likelihood, there wouldn't be a better time than now in pure practical effect. However, while his inner world was something he could maintain on his own...he certainly couldn't fire the legendary demonic sword in his hands at anything close to full power...not without either killing himself or draining his Master totally. He resolved to once more wait and see if this barrage was enough, or if they needed something to totally devastate the Dragon, even at whatever cost it would have.
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Post by Hoshoku-sha Rokushiki on May 29, 2016 19:22:29 GMT
A few things were happening far too quickly... while the man next to her spoke gibberish, the leylines seemed to just vaporize (referring to Horde thread) making her idea a moot point. Alas, it also meant that they'd not have to take care of this anymore, as somebody else had done that for them. What her job was now was a slight mystery, alas she should probably stay back a little and let the Caster help her supply the other servants... because they were draining her rather quickly now, as they all went full out. At the same time one drainer... died. That was really the only thing she could tell at this range, it just faded and stopped draining her supplies. The orbs were gone too from the dragon upon closer observation. So... no leylines, no orbs... perfect time for a decisive strike.
Hoshi just shrugged, caught up with Atlas and sat down before telling the hero:"If you can... feed me with as much mana as you can. Doesn't have to be from the surroundings, you can also allow me to drain you instead... just pour some of your reserves into me so I can keep supplying their attack. This is getting a little tough..." in fact, without paying much heed to it, she cut the supply on Atlas to its bare minimum, instead feeding as much as she could to the other three, who were all using their power quite extensively. Alas... she was a little too out in the open, so she got out of the way and got into cover. What a mess...
Then one of the three cut off her supply... without wasting time she instead rerouted the flow to Ashwatthama and Drake, powering them as much as she possibly could, while keeping Atlas just barely sustained and EMIYA unsustained... apparently he was making use of his Archer thing... Unlimited Action or something. Well, whatever it was, it helped. So without further thought Hoshoku-sha supercharged the indian and the pirate... to allow them to unleash their full power, along with the Archer who was using his. Atlas' offensive power was comparatively low... so he should sit tight and be a useful battery, or somebody you could cut corners on. It certainly wouldn't make much sense to have him pitch in, when the others dished out enough mana to destroy half a country.
Yawning slightly, Hoshoku-sha peered out of her hiding place and simply meditated to regulate her flow and increase her output through her breathing exercises... it was really all she could do right now, so... well that was exactly what she did. In fact, the fewer they had there with high output the better... a bit of an odd constallation, but it didn't matter, cut off the excess baggage, take the hand offered and off the pretty snake. Simple as plans went... While she meditated she also tried to keep track of the flow of the dragon's own output... it was closer to a beacon than even the servants... so she'd not get in the line of fire on accident... or on purpose.
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