~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AKASHA ATTACK - SATURDAY JULY 6 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[21:03] {NARRATION} Soldiers clashed against one another.

Those which stood alongside Briar never once wavering in the face of those which sought to topple this monster. Blades clashing against this mist given form, protecting those very same souls which chose the allure of power beyond all else.

The monster conjured roared as hundreds of golden blades rushed through it's ethereal form. Winds crashed and the waters of Magi both young and old flooded these beaches.

Even so, the spirit never once faltered.

And above all else, blackened wings would fly high above all others. Feathers dropping upon these grounds below, as the lifestream itself had physically begun to scream and cry out in agony.

Massive and continually expanding a tear, a rift in the skies above would continue to expand and consume these moonlit skies.

The spirit had no intention of halting it's assault throughout this process.
Percival used every ounce of her power, and every ounce of her will to try and protect people in this battle. Walls of earth begin to form and shield people as she could manage, whilst also trying to fight against the creature in the dark mist. Hundreds of her own crystals form from the sand as she grabs it in handfuls, and fly forwards.

"Stand tall- Stand and fight!" She screams out into the crowd, holy magic beginning to flow from her being as she did battle.

It reached out, like strings, threads, trying to induce healing to those closest to her; and most importantly, her family members. The earth clung to her skin as armor.

Even so, her contribution was little. She watched as the golden swords danced through the air, and met her mark.

She held her hands out. If only it was something she could do. She shut her eyes. She focussed all of her power, to try.

This was the it-moment her father spoke about. It screamed to her.
(Percival Kang)
[22:05] {NARRATION} The expanse looming overhead would be brought to a screeching halt.

Images and landscapes foreign and untouched by the hands of man would constantly shift across that space in time. The calm and collected composure of one such divine figure being broken, his brows furrowed and wings folded inwards as the collective below sought to overpower his authority.

And overpower such they had.

The images within this expanse changing and rapidly shifting as men and women would stare back from the other side. Some with wings upon their back, plucked feathers left stripped down to the bone. Others, cloaked in darkness with only eyes of crimson staring through that void.

Reaching out for a moment...

Before that connection was severed just as quickly as Akasha had worked to establish such.

Their faces, their pain and those landscapes gone from the skies in a flash.

"I see... Humanity has cast doubts upon their creators, their Fathers and Mothers to sate their own existence."

His head shook from side to side. The overwhelming battle against that expanse eased just as he spoke, rapidly closing now as one by one the members of Briar were pushed into the skies above.

Alongside those fools...

Who dared follow Akasha into the great unknown.
[22:08] {NARRATION} Will wait on RPs prior to leaving.
[21:50] Percival watched as members of her family began to fight against the mist, and drive it back, frustrated as they could summon blades of divine power to drive back the beast. As they manifested wings to bolster their power in their affairs; as she could do nothing special like any of them.

..And all that she was, was human. The youngest Kang huffs as she searches the beach, looking for those who needed help as Reito struck down the beast with her final attacks. Percival breathed in heavily.

Her gaze continues to flit around the area, displaced. What was to come next?

Her eyes lock onto the fallen angel, and she holds her hands outwards.

Protection, it's what it comes from. The words, echoed by one of her family members as they explained the powers of their blood, remained firm in her mind.

While the wayfinders tried to close the rift, the youngest Kang would try her hardest to manifest one of those golden blades that her brother could create at Akasha.

… And since it felt unlikely, her unwavering soul tries to fire a cerulean crystal javelin at the Fallen as he made his escape.
(Percival Kang)