Your Nation Needs You! | Battle of Ba Sing Se | Lord Magmaros | [[MYTHIC]]

By the blessings of the Spirit King, you have all been granted, from this point on, attack out of 50,000. Use this gift well heroes...for your enemies are strong as well. Magmaros will soon return, and his strength will be great; he will bestow it upon his children as well. Be warned, be careful and do not die here heroes. Your bravery is needed and well respected. Fight hard, fight long. Be careful.

Alyssandra gritted her teeth as she dodged out of the way.  She didn't stay behind to watch whether or not Yami was hit, but Alyssandra knew regardless she needed to make a come back.  She drew herself a small iron dagger, forged from the armour of the first man she ever killed.  Back in Ullondor, during the wars.  She had only been about 6.  Someone snuck into her camp to kill her father.  Alyssandra still wasn't sure what made her do it, but she ran at the attacker and ran him through with her father's sword.

He died on the spot, and his armour was melted down into a set of weapons for Alyssandra, including this dagger that she always carried on her person when in public.  It was easy to conceal in her robes and was quite effective as a weapon as well.  Alyssandra ran towards Nefarian while he busied himself with Yami.  She slid beneath his stomach, concealed by his bulking weight.  She looked at his belly.  It, like the rest of his body, was covered in thick, Spiritum Steel plates hammered right into his flesh.

But there was a few small spaces between the plates, and these spaces allowed for movement.  This would be Alyssandra's vantage point.  Using all of her strength, she rammed the dagger in between the plates and aimed to rip them from Nefarian's flaming body, using all the strength she could muster.

Attack Accuracy

Random number (1,10) :

8

Attack Strength

Random number (1,50000) :

39623

The flaming fist slammed into Kamui and she felt herself fly. She skidded across the ground, bouncing once, twice, three times, the skidding to a half after scraping half her body against the remains of the side of a building. With a groan of pain and a tad bit of rage, Kamui stood up and gathered together her black flames. The flames inherited from her mother and aunt Lynna, flames inherited from her ancestor, the great Holy Amaterasu Ezofuji, Fire Lord, devoted sister and keeper of peace.

Kamui was not going to die here. With a roar of rage, Kamui raised her hands and gathered a massive ball of black flame. These flames could not be doused by flame, or by dust. They could only be doused by the user. They were special, and they would help destroy this Flame Lord if it was the last thing Kamui ever did in her life.

Attack Accuracy

Random number (1,10) :

5

Attack Strength

Random number (1,50000) :

15093

One minute, Mai saw a fist coming for her, and she was trying to dodge. The next mind she was lying on a pile of rubble fifty feet from where she was before, with a splitting head ache and blood trailing down her temple and pooling beside her and on her shoulder. With a frown Mai rubbed her temples and shook her head, trying to regain herself.

It wasn't long before she had though, and she ignored the bleeding wound at the side of her head. She needed to take down that flame demon. Her lover, her hero, Raijin, was battling the Flame Lord one on one with his Dai Tengu form. The only Ezofuji to master it as far as he had since the original trio, Susano'o, Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi. He was brave, but he needed help, there was no denying it. The toll exacted by the Dai Tengu was great.

Mai prepared several large dragons, formed from the darkness, and sent them at the Flame Lord. It took a lot out of her, and she had to fall back, gasping for breath, wheezing as she felt her sweat mix with her blood and sting her wounds. Hopefully that would be...enough...to help. Just...give her a minute. She'll be back...she just needs to catch her breath.

Attack Accuracy

Random number (1,10) :

9

Attack Strength

Random number (1,50000) :

12593

Enraged, Karasu took the hit. She stood up, roaring, fuming, and growling. She always prided herself on her level head and calm composition. She was the exact opposite right now. This demon was refusing to die and it was fucking pissing her off like you wouldn't believe! With all the water, anger and strength she could muster, Karasu reformed her sickled arm blades.

She charged in at the now larger Flame Demon and started swinging her blades in as many angles as possible. She was not going to let this fucker win, and get away with smirking at her, and hitting her. She had that she was always the one that got singled out in these fights and Karasu was fucking sick and tired of putting up with it. Her rage was fuming now, and the demon was going to die here and now; no ifs, ands or buts.

Attack Accuracy

Random number (1,10) :

10

Attack Strength

Random number (1,50000) :

16463

((OOC: Awkwardly enough, I accidentally made my defense roll while still logged into my Questmaster General account. Rather than re-roll, i'll do the honest thing:

My defense roll was a 3))

Spoiler:

As if getting hit in the ribs with a Spiritum Steel plaited tail wasn't painful enough, searing flames engulfed Yami. Winded, she couldn't block the flames in time. As quickly as she could, she pushed the fire away with her own flames, finally nullifying them, but not before her entire cloak was turned to ash. Burns ran up her arms, and her hair was singed in many places. But she stood up, determination burning in her eyes. Whether it was through a sense of justice or sheer stupidity, Yami vowed to continue until her last breath.

Someone else had joined the fight. Yami's eyes widened in recognition. She grinned. Alyssandra was a very formidable opponent, and Yami was glad to have her as an ally in this fight. As Alyssandra dove for the dragon's underside, Yami realized something. When she had tried water, it was completely ineffective. But at least she had been able to do some damage with fire. Raising her thumb and forefinger to her lips, she whistled loud and strong. She prayed that her plan would work. In the meantime, she needed to attack again, at least to keep this dragon distracted. Drawing her bow, Yami focused on the distant eyes of the dragon. Yes, he was far away. Yes, he would probably see the arrows coming, and yes, Yami knew that with the slightest movement, the arrows would hit that impenetrable scaly body and be ineffective. But at this point she was to be the distraction, for both Alyssandra and her possible backup.

Accuracy:

Random number (1,10) :

2

Strength:

Random number (1,50000) :

29504