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- [17:31:08] * Oxford changes topic to 'Lead - [4 Sm-142], 2nd - [4 Sm-142], 3rd - [4 Sm-142], 4th - [4 Sm-142], Tail - [4 Sm-142]'
- [17:33:59] <@Oxford> The lead element of the bomber wing catapaults itself down the runway, sixteen engines roaring in unison as the planes fight for altitude. They are rising easily, perhaps carrying fewer bombs than usual. The payloads carried by ten of the bombers make any conventional munitions superfluous.
- [17:36:53] * Oxford changes topic to 'Lead - [4 Sm-142], 2nd - [4 Sm-142], 3rd - [4 Sm-142], 4th - [4 Sm-142], Tail - [4 Sm-142, Cille]'
- [17:37:06] * Oxford changes topic to 'Lead - [4 Sm-142, Cille], 2nd - [4 Sm-142], 3rd - [4 Sm-142], 4th - [4 Sm-142], Tail - [4 Sm-142]'
- [17:44:00] <Cille_Lund> Having tons of normal bombs would be overkill, wouldn't it? No, when you've got just one very good one, in ten different bombers, who has time to worry about how much bombs there are? So as long as there's 'some', it'd be fine, right?
- [17:45:33] <Cille_Lund> Let's just get to the point. She draws forth a sharp, clear blade, which brings forth a red blur effect as it moves to pierce the bottom of the first bomber she can get her sword in, and let inertia turn that into a gash!
- [17:48:24] <@Oxford> The belly of the bomber opens up from about a third of the way up the tail down to the end, loping off the small tail-wheel and sending it bouncing across the runway below. Cille can see the tailgunner's eyes follow the wheel to the ground, confusion on his face.
- [17:49:43] <Cille_Lund> Let's see how long they take before realizing she's the target. Maybe her angle's bought her another gash?
- [17:53:41] <@Oxford> As it happens, Cille is in the blind spot of the bomber she attacked, but the other planes in the formation have a clear view. They let loose a hurried but enthusiastic round of defensive fire, many of their shots going wildly astray as even those without a target begin shooting.
- [18:02:01] <@Oxford> A few of the rounds find their marks, the spray of bullets criss-crossing Cille's path as she weaves through the formation. Her left leg takes a heavy blow that leaves it tingling, but ricochets from the shooting leave almost as many bullet holes in the bomber flight.
- [18:03:09] <Cille_Lund> Tingly...but, that should wear off eventually.
- [18:04:15] <Cille_Lund> Whether it's replaced by a feeling of normality or the feeling of not having a leg, well, that's to be determined.
- [18:04:38] * Oxford changes topic to 'TURN #2: Lead - [4 Sm-142], 2nd - [4 Sm-142, Cille], 3rd - [4 Sm-142], 4th - [4 Sm-142], Tail - [4 Sm-142]'
- [18:15:14] <Cille_Lund> So as long as they all keep firing on her, she doesn't have to worry about anything less than a direct hit on a plane before they might all take themselves out. But, she'd like to maintain focus, so she can't just butter them all up later. Instead, she simply returns to the front, perhaps a bit further, and continues attacking from below...by attempting to hack an entire wing off (or at least a lot of it)!
- [18:16:37] <@Oxford> Her attack slashes through the bomb bay doors instead, and through the thick black smoke belching from the plane Cille can see the egg-like shape of one of the devices through the torn fuselage. The bombers return fire, all four of them finding their target this time.
- [18:21:49] * Oxford changes topic to 'TURN #2: Lead - [4 Sm-142], 2nd - [4 Sm-142, Cille, G1, G3], 3rd - [4 Sm-142, G2], 4th - [4 Sm-142, G4, G6], Tail - [4 Sm-142, G5]'
- [18:22:15] <Cille_Lund> All the better. This time, she's got a better reading on their attack, so she just puts up barriers like this...and have them all shoot each other!
- [18:24:08] <@Oxford> The fire coming from the lead flight of bombers in ineffective, but as Cille swoops and dives through the formation, several of them stitch each other with holes in the crossfire. One of the wing-gunners slumps over at his window as his ally's rounds strike him by mistake.
- [18:34:19] <@Oxford> As Cille arcs above the formation to complete the loop, she suddenly hears the implausible sound of hoofbeats. Before her mind can make sense of the noise, she feels the impact of something against her chest, followed by a sharp pain. A huge, rune-encrusted trident hangs in her chest, blood gushing from the wound.
- [18:35:31] <@Oxford> A girl on a white horse flying alongside the second element pats her steed's horn and lets out a whoop. Another, in long gray robes that conceal her face, hangs back for now, keeping ready for Cille's response.
- [18:41:02] * Oxford changes topic to 'TURN #3: Lead - [4 Sm-142, Cille], 2nd - [4 Sm-142, G1, G3], 3rd - [4 Sm-142, G2], 4th - [4 Sm-142, G4, G6], Tail - [4 Sm-142, G5]'
- [18:43:55] <@Oxford> The entire bomber stream is in the air now, and slowly gaining altitude over the rolling foothills south of the airbase. The flash of the green land speeding past below slows as they rise, until it is slow enough to spot details: a house here, a church there, and so on.
- [18:44:18] <Cille_Lund> ...Ah. She's bleeding. That actually hurt a LOT. ...The hoofbeats suggest the impossible...which suggests the possible, they've mobilized. She speaks in a tongue that they'd likely find unfamiliar...opting to stick with her OWN tongue, it would be in Cimbrian. "The cavalry arrives." The gunfire's going to get easier to deal with. She's going to have to do what she can to take out the one that hit her...whatever it is the horsegirl does. Is it death, trying to take her? If so, it's really, really late. In any case, whoever owns that trident needs to be taught a lesson. With her sword! In the face.
- [18:44:32] <Cille_Lund> Were she not bleeding, she would say that Novgoraad looks kinda fine from up here!
- [18:50:08] <@Oxford> The girl on the unicorn takes a powerful blow, managing to shift at the last second so that it falls against her shoulder instead of her head. She's thrown from her mount, but the creature loops below her and catches the Novgoraadi girl on its back, snorting at Cille and baring its teeth.
- [18:53:26] <@Oxford> The storm of bullets flying past Cille doesn't seem to bother her in the slightest, but it's doing horrible things to the lead flight. The second plane in the element is beginning to sink out of formation, either voluntarily or because of damage, and all four planes are riddled with holes.
- [19:02:35] <@Oxford> The unicorn rider hurls another trident, and the projectile seems to follow Cille through the air as the Cimbrian girl dodges away from it. Each time it misses, it arcs back for another attack.
- [19:02:49] <@Oxford> On the next pass, Cille flys even with an enemy bomber, an dodges right before the trident hits. It lances through the aircraft, and the stricken plane rips apart along the midline as it disappears in a fireball.
- [19:04:58] <Cille_Lund> Come on, then. You want to go another round? Let's go another round. Even if she dies here, she's at least clearly got one. So as long as she's done something, even if it's just the destruction of a decoy...it's something. More than she's been doing for a long time. But, well, she can still try harder than that!
- [19:11:57] <@Oxford> As Cille watches the cloud of debris below her dissipate into nothing, she feels a sting in her side. A single, sharp shard of crystal shoots through her defenses, connected to the gray-robed girl by a thin silver cord. Cille focuses all her power into her shield, and emerges with only a scratch, but she's breathing hard from the effort. She won't be able to do that many more times.
- [19:13:25] * Oxford changes topic to 'TURN #4: Lead - [3 Sm-142, Cille], 2nd - [4 Sm-142, G1, G3, G2], 3rd - [4 Sm-142, G4, G6], 4th - [4 Sm-142, G5], Tail - [4 Sm-142]'
- [19:14:47] <@Oxford> From further back in the stream, Cille can see other pendant users fighting their way forward against the increasing speed of the bomber stream. A girl in a white face mask carrying a drill joins the other two girls in the second flight, while behind her three more are working their way forwards.
- [19:16:37] <Cille_Lund> ...No, no she won't. ...Another one on the offensive, another one kind of good at it. She definitely won't be able to keep this up, no way, especially not with the ones coming now. ...She takes a breath, and attempts to give herself a bit more leeway. She'll have to do this now, in order to maximize her own efficency. Put her hand on her chest, and...coat herself with a barrier, shining white!
- [19:18:25] <Cille_Lund> And pray their aim is either slightly off or dead on target. Whichever works.
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- [19:26:14] <@Oxford> Another round of flying spears heads in towards Cille, but they're doing more harm than good. The bombers in the lead flight are falling apart in mid-air, and are clearly damaged beyond their ability to complete the long-range bombing mission they have ahead of them.
- [19:28:36] <@Oxford> The first pair of pendant users seems to be running out of steam. Their attacks are less potent, weaker, and Cille remains unchallenged in her position at the head of the bomber wing.
- [19:30:37] * Oxford changes topic to 'TURN #5: Lead - [3 Sm-142, Cille], 2nd - [4 Sm-142, G1, G3, G2, G4, G6], 3rd - [4 Sm-142, G5], 4th - [4 Sm-142], Tail - [4 Sm-142]'
- [19:34:21] <Cille_Lund> Perfect. If it lowers in intensity, she can keep going at her normal burn speed. ...Alright, let's resume dangerous activities. The one she hit must have been weakened, and she hasn't caught wind of any of them trying to heal. If she falls back, she'll hit the golden zone of pain and suffering. Let's keep things simple for now, and resume destroying the lead flight. Really gotta wrap that up.
- [19:37:24] <Cille_Lund> Understanding her own haste, she resumes destructive expectancies! Let's play 'connect the dots' with all the holes! With her sword.
- [19:39:47] <@Oxford> Another slash from her barrier-sword, and a second bomber tumbles from the sky, its wing separating from its fuselage as it falls. The two pendant users that had been with the second flight appear to be falling back, though before they do a surge of white energy from the third girl pulses outward over the entire group.
- [19:43:48] <@Oxford> A third bomber shudders and begins a long, slow descent to the earth, three out of four engines stalled. Cille dodges the enemy's attacks easily as they become more predictable, but as she does, the blood coming from her wound turns a sickly brown color. A wave of revulsion washes over her as the stench reaches her nostrils.
- [19:45:27] <Cille_Lund> ...Ghhh. ...Death is...painful. ...Too late now, though. She couldn't escape if she wanted to. Not with six of them hot on her heels. Not at this altitude. Not while she's got a shred of conscious and the desire to die doing something, as opposed to nothing at all.
- [19:48:02] * Oxford changes topic to 'TURN #6: Lead - [1 Sm-142, Cille], 2nd - [4 Sm-142, G2, G4, G6, G5*], 3rd - [4 Sm-142, G1, G3], 4th - [4 Sm-142], Tail - [4 Sm-142]'
- [19:50:30] <Cille_Lund> ...And she's still got something left in her, right? Sheer desperation, if nothing else. With this kind of lifespan though, attacking the girls is pointless. Let's keep going after the planes...of which there aren't much left. If she's taken off the lead...one might only hope they didn't think to put all the bombers in the back, for the ones in front would be more inviting. It's still something, though.
- [19:54:14] <@Oxford> The girls around her seem intent on preventing the loss of another flight, though. As Cille swoops in to attack the bombers, the three enemy girls maneuver to intercept her. A saint wrapped in tattered white rags swoops in, fire pouring from sightless eyes, while behind her a six-armed girl wielding scimitars launches a flurry of blows.
- [19:59:26] <Cille_Lund> "Such an array of colorful people to wish me hell in my next life..." Let's keep going.
- [20:05:09] <@Oxford> The healer in the white face-mask revs up her weapon and dives down on Cille, diamond-tipped drillbit spinning. Cille dodges easily, blocking the whirring weapon and sending a cascade of shattered crystal into the entire flight.
- [20:06:07] <Cille_Lund> "You can do better!" Not talking was always one of her more weaker points. Never too late for improvement!
- [20:07:19] * Oxford changes topic to 'TURN #7: Lead - [1 Sm-142], 2nd - [4 Sm-142, G2, G4, G6, G5, Cille], 3rd - [4 Sm-142, G1, G3], 4th - [4 Sm-142], Tail - [4 Sm-142]'
- [20:08:12] <Cille_Lund> ...Alright, somehow her barrier shot missed the one in front last time. If she doesn't take off the last one there, she'll take that fact to her grave. Cille Lund, missed that last one. Definitely not. Let's try again!
- [20:09:26] <@Oxford> The lead flight has essentially disintegrated; the lone survivor is turning back for Snellesk. The space around the second flight is crowded with bodies: four bombers, and five pendant users tracing intricate paths around the formation, each searching for the opportunity to strike.
- [20:12:35] <Cille_Lund> Even though the pilot is retreating, Cille has long ceased to care. If it has cargo, the cargo would remain to be used. Can't have that. If it doesn't, well, at least it'd give her some credit as far as the Albaeans were concerned. Hardly comforting, but still!
- [20:13:36] <Cille_Lund> So, a barrier shot it is! Aim for the cargo bay. It's what she's concerned with anyway. ...If she shapes it like a square, maybe the cargo will fall out? If it goes off here, well, that'd be a sight to see.
- [20:14:33] <Cille_Lund> ...And to think there was a time she'd rather it didn't go off at all. Now? She wouldn't mind if one went off. It'd take these girls for a ride anyway. ...Maybe she should try something with her last bit of stamina. ...If she's got time, anyway!
- [20:16:45] <@Oxford> The barrier-blade severs the tail of the fleeing bomber, and the aircraft flips end over end as it falls to the ground. Cille can see the crew trying to bail out through the gaping hole in the aft section. One makes it out, but the rotation of the plane flings another free without his parachute, and the rest never emerge from the wounded bird.
- [20:17:54] <Cille_Lund> ...He probably won't land right. If he does, maybe it'd be a miracle? Maybe she'll live on as some kind of demon. This is fine. It's like living, but you don't have to worry about it anymore.
- [20:20:47] <Cille_Lund> ...Well, it'd be someone's miracle. It might not even be the pilot's, but rather, just the ones that care about him. ...What elaborate fantasies! Let's keep going.
- [20:24:57] <@Oxford> The final pendat user, the one from the back of the formation, has finally made it to the front lines. She is a gray-winged angel, her feathers speckled in blood. Her gown hangs on her like a funeral cloth, and sticky strands of black hair cover her face. She raises a single finger, and Cille can feel herself grabbed by icy hands, bound in mid-flight.
- [20:25:43] <Cille_Lund> ...So maybe THAT one is death? They all look so...deathy. ...All this rancid blood isn't doing much for her vocabulary.
- [20:26:00] <Cille_Lund> ...Right! She's bleeding.
- [20:27:15] <Cille_Lund> ...Starting to lose track of it all.
- [20:28:07] <@Oxford> Cille takes another blast of fire from the living saint, and again flares her shield to defend herself. Each time she does, her heart beats against her chest like it's the locked door of a burning building, like something inside wants desperately to come out.
- [20:28:47] <Cille_Lund> ...Come on. Just a little bit more.
- [20:30:03] * BloodthirstyPagan ([email protected]) has joined #WorldWarBurst
- [20:34:22] <@Oxford> The multi-limbed goddess swings towards Cille, blades flashing. The attack is slow, almost clumsy, yet Cille doesn't move to dodge it. She takes the full brunt of the swirling blades.
- [20:38:45] <Cille_Lund> Or rather, she blocks it with all her being. She's been around this nonsense long enough to know exactly where her limit is, and it's...right there.
- [20:46:48] <Cille_Lund> ...Perfect. The heart that beats in her chest...whatever it was, this going out killed Vladko and left her alone in the woods. Whatever it was, accidental callings of it had resulted in terrifying beasts that destroyed all around them. Beings that came from the heart, but truly, they could be best described as demons. And those were accidential. But, with nothing to lose...she uses the last fragment of her being to call upon that destructive force herself. To focus all that magic in her heart, and make it explode (in a magical sense)! If they thought they could weaponize pendant users like this...well, maybe they'll learn that they really, really shouldn't, for fear of what might happen. Pendant users should never have been a thing, as well as the battles they fought. War should perish. With that last thought, she...does just as she had described, deeply wishing for peace...in the only way she feels comfortable: her fighting until she does. Forever. Or, at least a piece of her. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now. She's not done with her mission, but she's gotten as far as she can go like this. Now...now, all that remains is to die, and take as much of this accursed world with her.
- [20:46:55] <Cille_Lund> Let's keep going.
- [20:49:43] <@Oxford> /session.
- [20:50:42] <Cille_Lund> no I said keep going god don't you know how to read geeeeeeeeeeeeez--
- [20:50:49] <Cille_Lund> (<3)
- [20:59:21] * @Oxford ([email protected]) Quit (Quit: Goodnight, and good luck.)
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