the stains of time -- raid boss 1 complete!

What good would Nemhain be if she was a persona who couldn't even defend the one she was bound to? No good at all was the obvious answer to that rhetorical question, and that was why Nemhain's head whipped around immediately when she spotted the Ferryman materializing again, the male going straight for Rin. Rage flooded through the fenghuang's form, and she certainly heard the bellow of Megalodon beneath her, but she was up and in the air before the prehistoric creature could even hope to snap up one of her thin legs. Sure, megalodon might've evaded her catching and lifting him, but Nem would make sure that the Ferryman felt the full force of her attack. Letting out a shriek, the persona dove down towards the Ferryman, attempting to come down upon him and dig her talons in as deeply as possible. She didn't know the exact biology of the form he was currently taking, but she knew he had to have vital organs in there somewhere, and she tried to dig in as deeply as she could in order to find and skewer them. She was grateful that Rin was alright, having taken the absolute minimal amount of damage from the Ferryman's attack, but she still felt pure fury at the fact that Rin was even being attacked in the first place. She could feel the exhaustion within the other at all times, and she refused to let the Ferryman only drive things to become worse and worse because of his twisted motivations.

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Tena Moonspinner —
Hah. Hiding coward. She hissed softly as her paws hit the boat once more then growled as he disappeared, never fully leaving her awareness. His aura shone enough. Unlike Mercer she opted to say afloat the boat, watching through furious eyes. Slowly, she began to manipulate the wind around the edges of the boat, to push it closer to Megalodon. Kriffing hell.

She has to move fast. But she'd always been fast. Fast was how she won her freedom. The great ocean beast didn't matter to her. It didn't seem to keen on continuing the fight. She'd push the boat past it. We need to finish this.

With an almost feral grin, the Demdji lifted the sand that always clung to her fur. As both Rin and Nemhain attacked, she attempted to send the sand directly into the Ferryman's eyes, trying to blind or disorient him.

[align=right]Attacking: The Ferryman
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Stamina: 50%
[align=right]— I tell you this story, save your life, set you free

larkspurpaw's entry was quite delayed, but nonetheless he was here.

the orange tabby pranced into the fight with a glare of determination set in his eyes, tail lashing and body tensed, ready to act. he wasn't quite sure where to start exactly. he didn't have cool powers like stark or the others. he glanced down at his paw, flexing his claws and glancing at the others. man. he kind wished he did have some cool stuff to throw at it. he padded to mistrim, seeing her closer.

"hey uh, what do we do? do i have to fight or can i… fight something else."

Sanzu was late on the whole 'war on the gods'. After all, Sanzu had been asleep for a solid four or so months. What had developed in that time? She didn't know. She wasn't aware of what had happened. To find the camp empty and abandoned had warranted a slow search. Leaping around, wings flapping madly as she scrambled along. Searching for everyone. Where were they? She didn't know. Her large ears flopped despite her attempts to keep them raised to listen while she blundered about. Nope. She couldn't find them.

So the little dragon settled for exploring the territory. Searching still, of course, taking brief breaks to soothe the exhaustion that came from trying to search the entire territory. Where was everyone? She had no answer until she heard the furious noises of combat. They were familiar, yet not so, all at the same time. A young memory, a memory from her earliest days. They were buried beneath the memories of her time in Elysium, but the similarity was still there. She had to climb up so that she could see. Oh, was the only thought that Sanzu could initially muster from where she was somewhat perched up high nearby. A mess. She had to help! The thought blazed through her mind swiftly.

The young dragon waggled her haunches, her webbed wings curling by her sides. She was going to help! There were mean people around, mean people that could not be near her family! Her talons curled tightly against her perch, and there was brief doubt. She hadn't ever flown before. She had never managed it. At most she could shakily glide for a few seconds before collapsing. It counted right now thought. She had to! There were mean people and they had to get away from her friends! Sanzu leaped out of the tree, spreading her wings. As it had been before, it would be now. For a few seconds she managed to glide, before promptly plummeting. Her drop was brought to a halt by landing on the Ferryman talons first. An abrupt squish from the young dragon that had fallen in from above. "Meanie! Meanie!" She hissed, proceeding to bat with her grubby talons just to make sure that the person that she'd squished knew that she was a furious and super scary dragon. Yes, she was small, yes, most of her damage had been dealt by free falling onto the Ferryman, but she had certainly made her attempt to aid the fight after her late arrival.

today the sun is shining my way

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