The civilians have thankfully had the presence of mind to get below decks, leaving the top-decks occupied primarily by the navigation crew. Though not entirely geared for combat, the Corsairs present are at least marginally more capable of self-defense than those huddled below-decks. There is quite a lot of shouting as men and women heroically stand in the path of the Zepters. And here, the bloodfrenzied Armors will finally slow as they find what they believe to be some easy targets.
A blast of fire begins to consume the wooden beams of the ship as the fire Zepter indiscriminately lets loose. The Zepter wielding lightning begins to tear through the deck itself to reach the civilians below, to the sound of terrified screams. It is the cryo Zepter that Harlock stabs in the back and with miraculous aim, he can feel the visceral crunch of his blade sinking into flesh. That pilot tries to turn, even if injured, and an aura of frost ripples out to try to freeze Harlock in his tracks.
Terra's Shell comes just in time. Though it does not, perhaps, protect against the wave of gunfire that strafes the deck, sending Corsairs diving for cover.
On the other front, the wave of Fira washes over the melee Armors and disrupts their attack patterns enough to throw them off-balance. Steel rings against steel as Kanna deflects the swords and lance and though they strive to find an opening, she is just too precise in her defenses for mindless berserker strikes to pierce through. There is a moment when her movements are like a perfectly choreographed dance - thrust, pivot, spin, glide. And in the space where she occupied just moments ago, a cannon blast detonates the Schwert who had followed her, sending its shrapnel flying every which way.
Meanwhile, Shu urges her mount onwards to chase the remaining Armors. Reaching into her pocket, she takes out a handful of seeds and -- tosses.
...This does not appear to achieve anything immediate.
High above, the gunfire and cannon fire continue as the airship begins to descend towards their level. Proximity would improve their aim.
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Date: 2025-04-15 03:02 am (UTC)A blast of fire begins to consume the wooden beams of the ship as the fire Zepter indiscriminately lets loose. The Zepter wielding lightning begins to tear through the deck itself to reach the civilians below, to the sound of terrified screams. It is the cryo Zepter that Harlock stabs in the back and with miraculous aim, he can feel the visceral crunch of his blade sinking into flesh. That pilot tries to turn, even if injured, and an aura of frost ripples out to try to freeze Harlock in his tracks.
Terra's Shell comes just in time. Though it does not, perhaps, protect against the wave of gunfire that strafes the deck, sending Corsairs diving for cover.
On the other front, the wave of Fira washes over the melee Armors and disrupts their attack patterns enough to throw them off-balance. Steel rings against steel as Kanna deflects the swords and lance and though they strive to find an opening, she is just too precise in her defenses for mindless berserker strikes to pierce through. There is a moment when her movements are like a perfectly choreographed dance - thrust, pivot, spin, glide. And in the space where she occupied just moments ago, a cannon blast detonates the Schwert who had followed her, sending its shrapnel flying every which way.
Meanwhile, Shu urges her mount onwards to chase the remaining Armors. Reaching into her pocket, she takes out a handful of seeds and -- tosses.
...This does not appear to achieve anything immediate.
High above, the gunfire and cannon fire continue as the airship begins to descend towards their level. Proximity would improve their aim.