The wounded Zepter, frame already partially damaged, splatters more viscous fluid as the bullets riddle its armor. To the last, it casts ice Ether indiscriminately until its own feet are encased in grasping ice, fusing it to the deck. With a whine of gears, it slumps over.
The fluid quickly flows and is absorbed into the lightning Zepter, uninterested in the plight of its brethren. Bolstered by the surge of blood, it lashes down with an arc of electricity that would surely fry its targets - but a chance gunshot swivels the barrel of its scope just enough that the lightning flies wide and shatters the rigging of a sail instead. It is undeterred, however. There is no lure possible with these enemies, and as it continues to dig down into the hold, it is a small group of fearless Corsairs that halt its progress by throwing themselves bodily at the enemy, armed with sword or wrench or broom.
Above, Terra dances around the falling explosives, though the concussive blasts and bursts of light may be disorienting. Even if a few strike true, they almost seem to bounce away from her protective spell. Though surely she cannot know this, it almost seems as if the airship is eager to hone in on her, for it is almost entirely ignoring the fleeing civilian ship now. Could it be, perhaps, that they recognize her...?
Reclaim our asset, she might easily imagine them saying.
The airship is too large to outmaneuver the missiles, but its bulk is such that it takes them with only the slightest flinch. The next barrage may give credence to any fears Terra entertains, for these are lightning-laced harpoons, barbed edges made to latch onto a target, disable it, and reel it in.
On Shu's end, the seeds she tosses sprout as she continues the chase, covering the afflicted Armor in thorny vines that pierce into its torso uncomfortably. Though it is not offensively strong, it may perhaps disable the pilot with some luck.
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Date: 2025-04-19 02:25 am (UTC)The fluid quickly flows and is absorbed into the lightning Zepter, uninterested in the plight of its brethren. Bolstered by the surge of blood, it lashes down with an arc of electricity that would surely fry its targets - but a chance gunshot swivels the barrel of its scope just enough that the lightning flies wide and shatters the rigging of a sail instead. It is undeterred, however. There is no lure possible with these enemies, and as it continues to dig down into the hold, it is a small group of fearless Corsairs that halt its progress by throwing themselves bodily at the enemy, armed with sword or wrench or broom.
Above, Terra dances around the falling explosives, though the concussive blasts and bursts of light may be disorienting. Even if a few strike true, they almost seem to bounce away from her protective spell. Though surely she cannot know this, it almost seems as if the airship is eager to hone in on her, for it is almost entirely ignoring the fleeing civilian ship now. Could it be, perhaps, that they recognize her...?
Reclaim our asset, she might easily imagine them saying.
The airship is too large to outmaneuver the missiles, but its bulk is such that it takes them with only the slightest flinch. The next barrage may give credence to any fears Terra entertains, for these are lightning-laced harpoons, barbed edges made to latch onto a target, disable it, and reel it in.
On Shu's end, the seeds she tosses sprout as she continues the chase, covering the afflicted Armor in thorny vines that pierce into its torso uncomfortably. Though it is not offensively strong, it may perhaps disable the pilot with some luck.