Cresselia92
Monster Coach
- Pronoun
- she/her
…Okay, the storm was starting to get overwhelmingly crowded, and yet things were looking oh so right and bright. Anxiety and excitement were now a nearly indistinguishable blend, a swirl of contrasting emotions that somehow managed to follow the same line of thinking: there was no way in any hell of any cosmos that Alexander would have been able to handle all of them at the same time.
It was over. Plain and simple. Only a miracle could save that snarling bastard from the fate that awaited him, but Silver seriously doubted he still had the blessing of any God or Saint or other superior entity he could pray to. Hence, in that forsaken realm, a damned soul roared and thrashed like a caught prey.
A very, very, very alone soul.
Once Silver made sure that Mhynt was alright - jeez, that blast seemed particularly painful! — he drew closer to the center of the storm, his entire body twitching with jolts of divine energy and predatory instincts. He paused briefly when Alexander spouted a particular piece of nonsense:
Even with his fuzzy mind, Silver was still sharp enough to process those words and Mhynt’s response, and he immediately connected the dots. They could mean two things: either Owen fed Alexander false information, or he gave true information but kept it vague enough so that the hydra couldn’t interpret it properly and unambiguously.
Whatever was the actual cause of this misunderstanding, it still proved to be a very costly mistake that contributed to Alexander’s downfall.
Silver snerk’d, thoroughly impressed with Owen’s trickery, and relished immensely the horrified look on Alexander’s faces. “Wooow. You really ARE a grade A moron!” he bellowed, his voice now thrumming with intoxicating Radiance. “Counting on only one source to make decisions?! Tsk tsk tsk! How idiotic is that? But that’s more than enough idle chatter.”
His claws flashed, scattering sparkles brimming with power, and nervine golden venom dripped from their tips. That same venom had been used to incapacitate Owen when they caught him, and Silver only deemed particularly appropriate to use the very same technique to help defeat the captor and real usurper.
“…Judgment Day has arrived for you, asshole.”
And so went the dancing claws.
It was over. Plain and simple. Only a miracle could save that snarling bastard from the fate that awaited him, but Silver seriously doubted he still had the blessing of any God or Saint or other superior entity he could pray to. Hence, in that forsaken realm, a damned soul roared and thrashed like a caught prey.
A very, very, very alone soul.
Once Silver made sure that Mhynt was alright - jeez, that blast seemed particularly painful! — he drew closer to the center of the storm, his entire body twitching with jolts of divine energy and predatory instincts. He paused briefly when Alexander spouted a particular piece of nonsense:
"I DID. I had Owen scout EACH ONE of you!" Alexander snarled. "Nova is the ace attacker!"
Even with his fuzzy mind, Silver was still sharp enough to process those words and Mhynt’s response, and he immediately connected the dots. They could mean two things: either Owen fed Alexander false information, or he gave true information but kept it vague enough so that the hydra couldn’t interpret it properly and unambiguously.
Whatever was the actual cause of this misunderstanding, it still proved to be a very costly mistake that contributed to Alexander’s downfall.
Silver snerk’d, thoroughly impressed with Owen’s trickery, and relished immensely the horrified look on Alexander’s faces. “Wooow. You really ARE a grade A moron!” he bellowed, his voice now thrumming with intoxicating Radiance. “Counting on only one source to make decisions?! Tsk tsk tsk! How idiotic is that? But that’s more than enough idle chatter.”
His claws flashed, scattering sparkles brimming with power, and nervine golden venom dripped from their tips. That same venom had been used to incapacitate Owen when they caught him, and Silver only deemed particularly appropriate to use the very same technique to help defeat the captor and real usurper.
“…Judgment Day has arrived for you, asshole.”
And so went the dancing claws.
Silver (168 STM, 8 TMP, +0 SPD, +4 ACC, 20 SHD, 34 RAD)
- Hone Claws (-18 STM, +2 TMP)
- Dash to Inner Spiral 1 (-2 TMP)
- AGILE Crush Claw @ Alexander (-24 STM, +7 TMP)
- Crush Claw @ Alexander (ACTIVATE: effect, Hex Maniac) (-16 STM, -2 TMP, +9 TMP)
- **Act:** RADIANT Focus (+5 TMP)
- CRITICAL RADIANT Dire Claw @ Alexander (ACTIVATE: effect) (-30 STM, -25 TMP, +10 TMP, +30 RAD) [Drowsy]
- Walk to Middle Spiral 1
Net change: -88 STM, +4 TMP, +0 SHD, +30 RAD
Net totals: 80 STM (131 after regen), 12 TMP, 20 SHD, 64
- Hone Claws (-18 STM, +2 TMP)
- Dash to Inner Spiral 1 (-2 TMP)
- AGILE Crush Claw @ Alexander (-24 STM, +7 TMP)
- Crush Claw @ Alexander (ACTIVATE: effect, Hex Maniac) (-16 STM, -2 TMP, +9 TMP)
- **Act:** RADIANT Focus (+5 TMP)
- CRITICAL RADIANT Dire Claw @ Alexander (ACTIVATE: effect) (-30 STM, -25 TMP, +10 TMP, +30 RAD) [Drowsy]
- Walk to Middle Spiral 1
Net change: -88 STM, +4 TMP, +0 SHD, +30 RAD
Net totals: 80 STM (131 after regen), 12 TMP, 20 SHD, 64