Scene #6427: Daemon At Large

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Aranea Highwind	CALIFORNIA, A VERY NICE BEACH, 1 AM. Which beach, you ask? It doesn't matter. California is made of beachland, and rumors say even the landlocked portions of California have beaches. Of course, California is famous for two other things: power outages and constantly being on fire. How convenient all three of these factoids are present at the same time. With the lights from the nearby city completely dark and the starry sky high overhead, one would take this for a nice time to just enjoy the warm outside air and ignore the blackout. But where the lights normally keep the Daemons away from cities, the blackouts attract them like little else in the world, the prospect of a meal once unreachable suddenly vulnerable for a limited time. The beach is, predictably, a pile of bodies. Tourists and locals alike who'd flocked there when the blackout started, or who were already there, armed with dinkly little lights or phones that no Daemon would fear. Some frozen in place where chunks of the beach were suddenly flashfrozen, a few shattered, a few lucky enough to be still be alive but likely to suffer from severe frostbite, provided they can be protected. Others scorched into husks, and a few cut in half as if by a single stroke. And in the dark of night, the culprits stand out, entirely too visible; balls of brilliant blue, frozen fire with arms and maws, icy-colored Bombs that float about, glowing with the signature red, purple and black of Daemons' miasma. And another, much larger Daemon, a twenty foot tall humanoid, as if a living suit of red and gold armor, with a reinforced left arm and a massive blade of fire in its right. It seems quite ready to answer the question: is California on fire right now?
Deelel	Deelel has been keeping a closer eye on this world has given the heartless activity on and about it. There were also other horrible things that need to be hunting as well. The power had gone out leaving this world with level of darkness that not even Deelel's sunless homeworld of the grid had anywhere save the lifeless wasteland beyond the various cities and sea of simulation here. The beach is a horrible sigh of carnage. She doesn't even think twice as she pulls out her keyeblade and starts to look about her clothing giving off a light of its own but doubtlessly enough to keep the horrors that did this at bay. She takes note of those who are still alive and starts to formulate a plan she will have to keep the creatures away from then but as she plans she sees them. She readies her blade and attempts to interpose herself between those who are still alive and the monsters. "Come Viri it's time you get derezzed."
Sarracenia	When the call went out, Sarracenia was eager to answer the call. Not only was she bored, but it was a chance to be heroic! Who needs a hero when you are the hero? She was not prepared for this, though. Despite all her bragging and general loudness, the princess has very rarely dealt with situations such as this where there has been a noticable loss of life. Her galleon-sized wooden airship is still hovering overhead even after arriving a few minutes ago, and she is just staring down in speechless shock. The captain of the ship, a larger piranha plant wearing a thick breastplate and a old-world Spanish man-o-war helm, takes over command for now. He gives the order for the cannons to be deployed, and loaded with the Bullet Bills to minimize civilian casualties. A few dozen shots ring out, and the person-sized bullets with shark-like faces start seeking out targets below.
Gilgamesh	Being as he is a disgustingly rich blonde asshole, the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, of course owns a random beach house in California on a Very Nice Beach. It's almost disgustingly gaudy, one of those huge multi-layer mansions that might as well be called a complex, with huge glass walls in more than one place so the King can look out over his private beach(!) and appreciate the solitary view. The furniture is luxurious and overpriced, the decor is full of art and sculpture that only a Hollywood director or an ancient King would think is appropriate for a human being, there's warning signs about the beach being PRIVATE, NO TRESPASSING, BEWARE OF OWNER, there's huge exotic trees in the garden, there's a goddamn massive pool because of course the only thing a rich California douchebag needs more than a private beach is a massive pool right near it so various attractive women (and men) can lounge there. Whatever the King of Heroes may say about modern life, the man has adapted very well to it. He's currently lounging about on one of his huge couches, his heavy golden stone magical tablet hanging in the air above him. There's a stack of papers on the gold-lined glass coffee table, which he's working on without looking at them, scribbling budgets and redistricting for Denmark, reworking tax codes to be unimaginably brutal for the over-saturated city of Tyron, and writing a few checks to various artists he's decided to patronize. It is at this point that the lights go out. The King irritably flicks his fingers. A hovering magical lamp appears above him, probably home to some ancient spirit enslaved solely for the purpose of producing flame. He's not particularly bothered by the dark until he hears the noises outside. The King stands in his blue shirt, golden tablet in his hand. He walks outside. He comes face to face with a demon. Unlike most rich California douchebags, rather than scream and cower or run for the light, the King of Heroes just grabs the thing in one hand and crushes the ball of fire's face, puncturing the blue with his five fingers. He tears out the eye as he casts the thing into the water, where it explodes in a blast of frost. With a look of almost palpable irritation, the King wipes his hand on a magical towel that just drops out of the sky, places several lamps around his compound to guard it, and goes out for a jaunty walk towards the fire. The fire will regret this. The King strolls along the beach, passing out of his private property and towards the horde of demons and massive flaming blade. He has the air of someone who really is just taking a relaxing moonlit walk on the beach. He is tremendously unconcerned. "Worthless mongrels," the King of Heroes says loudly, announcing himself, "I haven't finished refitting my new purchase with proper lighting yet. You've inconvenienced me." Gilgamesh's gorgeous red eyes burn with light. "Die." The Gate of Babylon opens, and the storm of blades comes pouring forth, raining down on the Bombs. Swords, spears, axes, halberds, hammers, all manner of weapons simply come pouring downwards, a deluge of destructive artifacts each with the potential to be the foundation of a story, each with the potential to change the world, being flung around like bullets.
Gaonoir	A power outage -and- a monster sighting at the same time?! That doesn't take very long for the word to get out. Unfortunately so, by the looks of the beach already appearing more like a apocolypse of bodies and monsters. The ones who were foolish to run out without any forthought. Erika may be an anvid conspiracy hunter and shadow chaser, but she at least knows not to run in headlong and foolishly... most of the time. She's also got something better than a piddly flashlight and camera phone to deal with things. That would be the dark colored dog in the headband and boxing gloves that hops off the back of her scooter as they pull up at the edge of the beach. "This is already looking messy," Gaonoir grumps in his usual gruffiness. "Guess we're gonna have to just run damage control. "Mmhmm," Erika is a little jarred at the sight, but she snaps herself back to the matter at hand. "Geez, look at that big one!" The girl reachs back to pull her digivice from a pocket of her satchel. "Good thing we have our own big one, right?" Gaonoir nodded, and started running down towards the shoreline where the deamons lurked. Erika clicked the smartphone-like device with her thumb, the screen flashing to life with the Digimon 'dragon-head-D' logo. "D-Port, online..." She flicks her thumb across the logo like opening an app and then pressed down on it. "Ulitame Digivolution, EXECUTE!" "Dark Gaomon, Warp Digivolve--" As Gaonoir leaps up and off a collapses sand castle the canine digimon is engulfed in an expanding aura of purple and grey energy. The corona of power churns for a few moments, then cracks and shatters away from the larger, heavily armored form slams down on the beach with a shockwave rolling out from the impact with enough force to send smaller creatures reeling. "UMBRA GAOGAMON!" The voice has an ominous, slightly digitally reverbed effect to it as Gaonoir stands up, cloak billowing out behind the Armored Beast Knight Digimon as eyes narrow at the demons from behind the visor of the wolf-head shaped helmet. "Surrender or be exterminated!"
Xion	"Xion, demons are bad." Namine explains, while the two (plus one MYSTERIOUS EXTRA) sit in a salon, getting their toes done while relaxing. "Ofay." Xion nods, half a GOURMET raspberry creamsickle in her mouth, with a cheap cooler of likewise tucked between her chair and the MYSTERIOUS EXTRA's. "Sfo. Why rr fey baff?" Namine sighs, busting out her sketch pad. "Demons are monsters." "Ofay." Xion replies. "That possess people infected by a disease." "Ofay." "And turns them into bad guys." "Mmhmm." "And then they attack people." "Fo, liff hearfleff." Xion decides. "... No, they're not Heartless." Xion squints. "Fey found liff hearfleff." She decides, while a nice stylist attacks her feet with a stone and a basin of water. "Rofaf, wey inn." Both girls look to the MYSTERIOUS EXTRA at the salon pedicure who has not yet weighed in on if Demons are just legally distinct heartless. LATER "So I bought a new phone and I found out there's a demon attack going on - right now! Or something? Anyway, there was some footage on the news, so let's put this one to rest." Xion announces to her companion as they tumble out of a Corridor of Darkness onto the California beach. So, instead of her normal heeled boots, her new SUPER CLEANED AWESOME FEETS are immediately dunked into sand, barefoot. "Oh man this WAS the best idea! Man, money is awesome." Xion cheerfully announces, hopping from one foot to the other in the sand and totally not even paying attention to the actual goal of Making California Not On Fire.
Septette Arcubielle	"-And Samarkand will have to take a loss in their garum trade resultant from the vessels being used for relief aid. I hope that the Radha and the Auxiliaries find this equally satisfactory." Septette pushes an immaculately-penned parchment towards a pair of noble-looking fellows, who shake over it before beginning to sign with an elaborate quill pen. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." She turns to walk out of the room, saying almost to herself: "Next on the agenda is- ah, a spot of discretionary time. Marvelous." One hand holds up a smartphone-like device, scrolling through newsfeeds from across the Multiverse too quickly to be perceived by human eyes. The other holds up a Warp Wire, stretched almost to the point of breaking. "... In California. Looks like good RoI." The Warp Wire snaps with a flash of light. Its four-dimensional path terminates several thousand feet above the beach. Septette materializes high above the catastrophe zone, and with the night air whipping at her shawl, starts to fall. Adjustments to her armor plates' shape and flaring microthrusters adjust her plummeting course, putting her right on target towards the largest, armored demon. A four-foot-long, wickedly-curved ceramet blade unfolds from her skeletal arm and glows with ruddy light, marking her rapid descent with a vertical streak of red in the sky like some kind of meteorite. If it does nothing to avoid her, she'll swing the blade with a sound-barrier-cracking snap at the last moment towards the demon's head, boosted by her trainwreck-like momentum. "Good afternoon," she says, slamming into the beach hard enough to send up a plume of sand a fraction of a second later. "You've made a mess."
Roxas	"Uh... why are you looking at /me/ for answers?" Roxas responds in utter bafflement. He knows a fair bit about the Heartless, but probably no more than Namine-- and in terms of general knowledge of the Heart, he /certainly/ knows less than Namine overall. Xion, it's harder to say. But of the three, he has the least effective life experience at /anything/ except beating dudes up. "I guess the easiest way to find out would be for me or Xion to destroy one..." ALSO LATER... Roxas actually dressed more thoroughly for the beach than his friends. That is, he's wearing swim trunks with a colorful button-down and a towel draped over his shoulders. Probably, he didn't quite know what today's plans actually /were/. "H-hey, uh..." "They /do/ kind of look like Heartless, don't they?" He points down the beach towards the Ice Bombs and the Giant, "Only... I don't know, sort of more... RAWR, you know?" Roxas makes an exaggerated claw gesture with both hands as he says this.
Runa	The priestess runs through the streets of the Californian city, in far too much of a hurry to admire the city or the strange sights that occupy it. She can feel the effort of the mad dash beginning to take its toll, panting. But she can see where the road ends at the beach ahead. Soon enough her shoes hit the sand and she slows to a stop, eyes going wide at the sight before her. So many are already dead. Too many. She moves a hand to hold the rosary hanging from her neck as she says quietly, "No..." The sounds of battle draw Runa's gaze. And though she's never seen these specific ones before, the demon forms do not go unrecognized. However, as she watches one of the fighters protecting some of the frozen bodies, Runa realises that some of them are still alive! But surely they can't last long. Gripping the book she holds a little tighter, Runa rushes out onto the beach proper. The sight of each person already fallen that she runs past adds to the pain she's feeling. She will do what she can for them later. For now, she has to focus on those who still live. Runa runs up to the closest of those who are frozen, but still living. Clutching her book to her chest with one hand, she raises the other up to the person, a glow surrounding them as the priestess chants, "Status Recovery." If she can remove the frozen effect, they might have a chance to escape. And then Runa can move on to the next, trying to reach as many as she can before they all perish.
Riku	Daemons. Murder. Horror. Darkness. This is a problem with an obvious source and an obvious solution. A gaping hole of darkness opens nearby the large demon, and that white-haired teen steps out of it, looking over the large beast with a scowl. "Get out of here." He says, a pulse of energy rolling over his body and forming into a strange purplish-red suit that hugs across his toned body. He doesn't bother waiting for a response, instead raising a fist and clenching it, before leaping into the air. From below him, hie shadow lengthens, rising up behind him in a massive, ghastly dark form that matches his pose... And as Riku slams his fist downwards on landing, so does his Eidolon, kicking up a blast wave of dark power that rolls right for the large demon. He seems singularly focused on removing the monsters for now, not even looking up to really see who else is doing things yet. Not that he needs to, they're making themselves pretty well known.
Aranea Highwind	A rain of bullet bills crashes against the Red Giant and its Cryobomb entourage. The massive red beast actually shrugs the blasts off! The Cryobombs, weaker, are rattled by the blasts, seemingly made more aggressive. As Gilgamesh appears, the Red Giant turns to face him, and weapons lodge themselves in its armor. It barely flinches, despite the great power of the weapons. The beach fares far worse than it does. Gaonoir smashes onto the beach and shakes it. Frozen civilians shatter, but the Cryobombs are... floating in the air. And the Red Giant doesn't much seem to care for threats or warnings. Septette slamming into its face, it seemingly cares more about. And yet the beast remains steadfast, despite the hint of a crack spreading along its helmet(face?). It roars, finally, a steely, metallic rattle that echoes in its helmet of a face more than anything else. The Cryobombs roar in response as well. Its sword swings, conveniently timed to not just bat away Riku's attack, but him with it! Its empty hand reaches out to the airship in the sky, launching thick, demonic chains straight for it. They latch on, hooking, but more than that, manipulating gravity. The Red Giant swings its arm down, and tries to bring the ship onto the beach, threatening all still-living civilians! And, you know, you guys. By extension of being on the beach. To make matters worse, gravity is being... uncooperative, in that brief moment. You're heavier. Slower. And those Cryobombs are still about, too. A pair head towards Xion and Roxas, belching cold magic in their direction! Another is headed for Runa, whose immediate efforts free people from the ice, but might be rendered moot by the incoming dangers. And the Cryobomb that wants to detonate in her face. How rude.
Gilgamesh	The King of Heroes couldn't care less about the civilians. Something something too many mud dolls, something something strong survive, something something calamities good for the human spirit. The airship starts falling. Ordinarily, the King of Heroes would just...keep attacking, killing his way through the problem, and just rendering the thing down to nothing. But Septette has a good enough point that Gilgamesh decides he might as well go with it. The Gate of Babylon opens in front of him. He reaches into the holes in space and time. A pair of golden gauntlets, larger than his own arms by a considerable amount, come forth. They're massive, with moving magical lines, glowing with power. The King punches his fists together hard enough to make a shockwave that ripples outwards along the sand, then reaches up to grab the chains. On his own, he has considerable strength, around fifty times a human's own. With these treasures in hand, he has enormous strength, far, far more. He simply tugs, hard, against the demon, pulling to knock it to the ground and force it to release its grip on the airship, and possibly rip the chains right out of it if they're attached to its body.
Deelel	Deelel has never met the King of Heroes before she's heard him on the comms sure, but had never really interacted with him. Well she's in for a sight she's never seen before as Gilgamesh shows up opens the gate of Babylon as she makes ready to engage herself, Sarracenia also is soon to show up and ready for fighting as she opens up. Septette arrives on the scene as well another notable heavy hitter as well whose already engaging the daemons. Runa's arrival and actions cause Deelel to change her plan it seems someone who is more skilled at healing than she is acting on the wounded. She will flick her wrist and summon her Keyblade the Dual Disc as she has need of the magic it grants her. With that handled, she'll move to support her efforts with the intent to casting haste or protect spells on the healed people to help them with their odds of getting out of here and she calls out to Runa. "Thank my user, a Healer! I'll help protect them on their way out." Thank her user? That's an odd thing to say also her voice sounds a bit strange. Deelel is on the move and with Sarracenia offer of a means to better evac people? Things should get better, right? Deelel's plans are cut short as she doesn't even get a chance to start with the support magic. As the ship gets hooked by one of the Daemons using some sort of chains Deelel is taking offence to that. She was going to go for the chains but then the King of Heroes steps in, he seems like he might have the ship handled so Deelel will throw herself at the cryobomb rather than chains she'll move to engage it and intercept it before it can reach Ruina and the people she's trying to save and will just go all out on it trying to hack it to bits before it can detonate or cast some sort of spell with her Keyblade.
Xion	Gravity magics aren't unknown to Xion, and neither, per-se, are Bombs. Sure, these ones are cold instead of hot, but the basic premise is the same. "The big one is slowing us, while the little ones will try to blow us up! So, while everyone else attacks the chains or the big guys..." Sluggishly, Xion focuses golden magic power, limning Roxas in a half-dozen counting-up clocks. "Haste!" "It's just like Heartless bombs - let's throw them back at the big guy!" Xion coordinates, leaping into the sand with a strong puff of detritus with each footfall in the beach, charging down the bomb to grip it by the cold spikes, spin it once -- and then hammertoss it into the air. For Roxas to volleyball spike into the Red Giant! "Beach Sports!" she calls helpfully.
Septette Arcubielle	Septette's eyes sweep across the beach. Gil almost certainly has the chains covered, and the demon being an obvious target means the hot-blooded heroic types are likely to keep pressuring it no matter what. Which squishes are most pressingly in danger? As the oppressive gravity bears down on her, forcing her already-dense talons to sink into the sand, her gaze locks onto Runa. A Priest and dedicated healer, if memory serves. Even if she can take care of herself, that'll divert her attention from the dying- not just one life at stake, but a compounded effect. A trail of frost spreads across the beach towards the Bomb, and Septette slaloms towards it, her claws serving momentarily as ice skates and the downhill sliding enhanced by the crushing gravity. She slides between Runa and the Bomb at highway speeds and flicks out her glowing-red armblade, aiming to tear it in half in passing, and then twisting to conjure up a momentary wall of red-hot glassified sand to give Runa cover against the possible icy explosion!
Gaonoir	More shattering is unfortunate. But after the dark and bitter conflicts he's already been a part of Gaonoir pays little thought to the collateral at the moment, other than maybe a mental note to keep his size away from the ones that are being rescued. Dead bystanders... is simply a grim reality of these sort of matters. Trust me, it's an improvement over the way he -use- to think about such things. At twelve feet tall and heavily armored it's almost immeadiately he feels the effects of the gravity increasing. That would make moving normally, and even flying, a tad difficult. Good thing he has other options. Especially with it being late and night and the lights out. Darkness is within easy reach. Despite his size the armored beast seems to... simply disappear into said darkness, using his voidstepping abilities to move in ways not bound by normal physics. That allow him in a blink of shadows to go from where he landed, to stepping back into view behind the giant demon. Followed by an audible sharpness as the trio of warclaws extend from the vambraces of both arms. And Gaonoir swipes twice, in the typical X-pattern, aiming to slice the claws into the Red Giant.
Roxas	The good thing about Bombs of any kind is that they're usually not difficult to spot, even in bright lighting. In the dark of the night, where they're invariably visible from leagues away, that makes it even easier. Roxas is just about to summon his own Keyblade and get to work when Xion begins strategizing vocally-- he stops mid-grasp, his hand closing over empty air, and looks towards her. Really, it hadn't even occurred to him that the idea was just to make the bombs impossible to escape. "Aw man," he complains, "they're /smart/?" "Huh? Oh! Got it!" Roxas begins to run towards Xion as a part of his own set-up as she wrangles one of the cryobombs and tosses it towards him-- he leaps as it approaches, a warm light surrounding his right hand and enveloping the cryo bomb on contact as he spikes it out towards the biggest target around-- the Iron Giant!
Riku	It was a stylish entrance, but the Red Giant seems to be more dire and powerful than he expected. The blade snaps out, crashing through the Dark Wave. Moments before impact, however, the Eidolon snaps forward, interposing itself between the blade and Riku, turning a strike that would cleave him in half into an impact that sends him flying backwards, tumbling end over end painfully in the sand. "Gah! Agh! Hng!" He yells as he rolls, finally summoning up Soul Eater and slamming it into the sand, using it to drag and slow his movements as he slides to a halt. He staggers back up to his feet to see the colossal beast lash out with the chains towards the airship. He crouches to move to help cleave the chains... But Gilagmesh is on it before he moves. Just as well. There is the matter of the daemon, however... That armor is mightily thick and the beast is powerful, enough so that he might not want to attack it directly like a fool, especiually as he feels the world drag at him with that increased gravity. Instead, he turns his gaze to the Cryobombs, and nods to himself. Quickly, he descens on one, slashing and stabbing at it in order to agitate the Bomb into preparing to self-destruct... And then a moment later, he spins, roundhouse kicking it through a Corridor, The bomb vanishes... And reappears from the other side as it empties out right onto the Red Giant to have it collide with the beast. Conveniently, he seems to be doing the same thing as CERTAIN OTHER PEOPLE, just... all by himself. Go figure.
Runa	It's working! Runa is able to unfreeze those who still live. And help is coming in the form of a ship. Runa looks up with some relief at the sight of the wooden airship. Once they can get everyone aboard, they can focus on destroying the demons. Runa's heart sinks as the airship is struck with chains, beginning to pull it down far faster than appears safe. She can also feel herself becoming heavier, more sluggish. One problem at a time! Further concerns come as Runa notices one of the demons break off and head in her direction. She's not sure what it's trying to do. Thankfully, assistance comes in the form of Septette slicing through the offending demon with some kind of blade, along with a protective wall. Runa gives Septette a smile, "Thank you." The airship is being freed, the demon bomb intercepted. The people are safe for a few more moments. Hoping to assist in bringing the battle to a swifter end, Runa pulls a small bottle from the pouch at her waist. Uncorking it, she swings it out in front of her. The liquid contents spill out, but then float in the air in front of her. Raising her hand to the floating holy water, Runa chants, "Aspersio." The water glows with light before vanishing. The same light appears on Septette's weapons, coating them. They will prove to have even greater effectiveness against the demon monsters.
Sarracenia	Sarracenia's airship starts a powered descent...which quickly shifts toward an uncontrolled descent as those chains punch into the wooden hull and pull along with some apparent magic! The ship is coming down much faster than intended! "Wh-what just-?! Someone better cut those chains quickly!" The jarring hit to her ship seems to have also jarred Sarracenia out of her stunned state. "...wait, I do not need to wait on someone!" The princess reaches into her satchel and pulls out...a little fox plush with a black face and cute big black eyes! She gives it a squeeze and in a puff of smoke it disappears and she is now...wearing it? She runs along the deck before leaping into the air and flying with a wag of her fox tail. She reaches into her satchel again and pulls out a bob-omb, ready to throw some at the chains to free her airship. From her vantage point she can see Gilgamesh pull some sort of artifact from his Gate and proceeds to play tug-of-war with the giant. She isn't going to wait around for it to just release her ship, though! She starts throwing Bob-ombs at the chains, aiming so that those which miss rain down on the Red Giant instead. Once freed, the airship's downward trajectory levels out, though the propellers on the masts are spinning much faster than before to overcome the added gravity. It is a bit of a rough landing, but the airship -does- land safely a short distance down the beach with its broadsides facing the battle. Piranha plant soldiers start to pour out and more Bullet Bills are fired, mostly as cover fire to help those few survivors make it to the ship. The Bullet Bills practice extreme prejudice as far as targets go, being seeking projectiles and not just mindless bullets, and hopefully when any survivors make it to the line of Sundew soldier plants they will be safe.
Aranea Highwind	Gilgamesh enters a STRUGGLE for the chains! The Daemon doesn't yield so easily, sadly. It matches the king's might, its massive armored body proving just as strong as it looks. But with its strength monopolized to fight back, it isn't a waste. Deelel slices a Cryobomb up, which, wounded, responds by... getting larger. That's a reasonable response to injury, right? It swells up. Puffs up, even. But there's something about the wounds. The parts where her Keyblade struck, they're darkening. Losing their life and glow. Like rust, or stone? The one Septette hacks apart seems to suffer a similar reaction to her now light-enhanced claws, as if rapidly rotting away before breaking apart, not even detonating. Xion and Roxas execute a TEAM ATTACK by pressing the contextual button. The Cryobomb slams into the Red Giant, distracted as it is by trying not to lose a contest of strength with Gilgamesh. A chunk of it freezes over momentarily, and the chains shatter, finally. Another Cryobomb slams into the Red Giant, courtesy of Riku, and it turns even blue-er, crackling with ice. Gaonoir's blows manage to dig into the ice and inflict extra damage, leaving the first nasty gashes into the Red Giant's armor. Another round of explosives break off its extra-armored empty hand, removing the threat of further chains! But then, the ice melts. The Red Giant roars again, louder, and flames gush out of its joints, brightening the red hue of its armor. And the flaming sword, obviously. Its sword comes down, straight for Gilgamesh! The burning weapon looks like it could melt metal just by proximity, and in fact, sends a very nasty shockwave of fire along the beach. That's dangerous for the civilians! You might have to consider taking hits for them, unless you've got just the solution in hand! And of course, there's still Cryobombs. They begin swarming Sarracenia's ship, seeing in it a new opportunity to feed. THE MIASMA AROUND THE BEACH THICKENS! Red, black and purple fog hovers barely off the ground, like a sickly malady upon the sand.
Roxas	Roxas can't be too disappointed when the ice that coats the location he spiked the cryobomb too melts free of it. It seems like the move did a lot of good! But it also made the Red Giant really, really angry. Think, think, think. How do you normally fight a guy like that? It's about the size of a Darkside and oh crap it's actually doing the exact sort of thing that a Darkside would do. Unfortunately for the random civilians, Roxas is still a being so bound and determined to not die that it legitimately does not occur to him at all to throw himself in the way of the incoming wave of fire. It just doesn't make sense to him at all. "Blizzard!" He shouts into the flames, casting a line of ice along the beach that races to meet the column of flames. Unfortunately, it isn't water, so the effect is muted. The ice melts on contact, sending up a burst of steam-- but melting ice still produces water, so it bleeds a bit of the heat and force off of the wave. Roxas dives onto the line of ice, sliding down it -- uncomfortably, he's not at /all/ dressed with the cold -- and passing through the wave of flames with a shout. He emerges on the other side amidst puddle and vapor, scorched and coughing. A moment later he vanishes into a zigzagging streak of light, emerging out the other end adjacent to the ENRAGED Giant to slam his hand against the ground and send a shockwave of rising light columns towards it. "Xion! Try to use Gravity yourself, this thing is /huge/." He suggests to his partner. This suggestion should have probably come before he put himself in the probable area-of-effect.
Deelel	It's a darn good thing Deelel was not the only one going after the Cyrobomb or it would have ended far worse than did it. Thankfully Septette is also on the job and that Cyrobomb is not going to hurt anyone else ever again. It's not a one-shot creature and worse there's a shockwave of fire coming to the beach. Deelel gets an idea through the mechanics at Abels garage are going to get some work from her after she's done here. She takes one quick look at Runa and banishes her Keyblade, she pulls a strange rod which was attached to her pant leg, triggers something on it causing a network of wireframes to form into motorcycle of some sort about Deelel. She'll gun the engine and start moving with an otherworldly whine of its engine. She'll set the light wall to go as high as it's able to, she's moving to make a barricade using the Light way to help dampen and break the shockwave as best she can trusting in Sarracenia, Runa to handle the rest of taking care of the Civilians.
Gilgamesh	The thing is strong, but he is the King. His feet dig into the sand, and despite the massive disparity in weight, he's still holding his own just fine. When the chain shatters and comes free, the King swings it around, freeing it from the airship and bringing it down like a massively oversized weapon. The King is making the Gravity work for him as he plants his feet, facing the firey blade head-on. Gilgamesh snaps the chain upwards. With it, he drags up the armored, empty hand, snagging it like a fish on a line. The hand comes swinging up to grind into the blade, as the other end of the chain comes lashing around to tie the arms. He's going to take a nasty hit, but that's fine. His goal is to tie the thing off and get its sword out of its hand. So he can kill it with the sword, because that's just how Gilgamesh rolls. The burning sword comes down, smashing into his shoulder. It's bigger than he is, but he's substantially stronger than he looks, and substantially tougher, too. The shockwave of flame radiates out from him as divine blood evaporates on contact with the superheated blade, and perfect skin turns to perfect black burns. He does not shout. He is too proud to shout. At this point, he releases the chains, moving to grab the sword in his massive gauntlets and tear it out of the hopefully-bound hand of the giant. He is going to run it into this thing's face one way or another.
Septette Arcubielle	Septette tests out her newly-enchanted armblade by swinging it back and forth a couple of times, one keen purple eye tracking its motion. No evident changes to aerodynamics or density, but as lavender magical circles trace themselves around her pupils, the function of the enchantment clicks with her. "Much appreciated! I'll make sure to-" Her head snaps around to focus on the enormous flaming blade being swung. "... to put it to good use." Her talons kick up plumes of sand as she sprints towards the giant again, and a blue magic circle crackles at her fingertips. As tough as her skeletal frame is, it's not great at bodyblocking diffuse threats like a wave of fire. Instead, she seems to have a similar thought to Roxas: she flash-analyzes the layout of the beach and where the civilians are, works out in what directions the fiery shockwave will expand, and- lifting her hand to the heavens- conjures up a dozen door-sized spikes of ice around the beach to deflect the flames away from the still-living civilians within its radius. She spares no such cover for herself- but doesn't seem to need it. The flames wash over her, but she emerges from the other side in one piece, heedless of her shawl's being actively on fire! All of that leaves very little time for any further shenanigans, but she at least makes it back to within the Red Giant's melee range and tries to stab it in the shin with her Priest-enhanced armblade. "Hey! Pick on someone your own... weight?"
Runa	The airship is down! And not in a crash way! Runa begin to usher the civilians towards the ship, "Please get on board, you'll be safe there!" Runa's assurances seem to be in doubt as the cryobombs begin to move towards Sarracenia's ship. If they're allowed to get too close, they could not only damage the ship, but also possibly hurt those who the group are trying to save. Runa is not going to let that happen. As the people begin boarding the airship, Runa turns around and walks out a little ways to face the cryobombs approaching the ship. Once more she reaches into her pouch, this time pulling out a small, round gem of a striking blue. Opening the book she has been holding, its pages filled with ancient looking runes magically flip over before settling on one. Runa places her hand with the gem against the page and closes her eyes. As she begins to chant, light begins to pour out from her fingers. "Oh gods above, hear the pleas of your humble servant." A spell circle of holy light appears on the ground beneath Runa, spreading out. "Find mercy on those souls who are in pain and grant me the power to protect them." A ray of light pours down from the night sky, engulfing the area around Runa. The faded form of a winged angelic being appears floating in the air above her, light gathering in its hands. Runa opens her eyes as she finishes her chant, "Sanctuary." Just before fading away, the angelic being unleashes the gathered light towards the ground below, a large glowing cross forming beneath Runa and the airship. Those inside the cross, such as the civilians and Sarranceia's crew will feel themselves being restored by the light. As for the demons, any of the cryobombs that try to enter the cross will find themselves struck by a holy force and pushed away from it.
Xion	There are many many people who are consciously - or unconsciously - good people. People who would leap into a burning building, rather than away from it. People who would dive through gunfire to save lives. Xion is far, far more "self-interested" than the average person, and her defensive instinct is to practically cut-and-run, throwing out a defensive spray of Water magic that quickly forms a steam-barrier in front of her: so she's only seared red all over and 'painfully suntanned/baked' rather than burned alive, dropping out of the air from her bounce shot to pant. "This thing... is really awful! It's like a Big Body, but without the big weak point. Aren't these things supposed to have a weak point!?" Xion complains, recovering after a moment when her self-healing begins returning her angrily red-pink skin to a more normal complexion. Roxas gives the answer. "The legs? Oh! I get it!" Sticing her tongue out to bite it in concentration, Xion circles around, dark purple magic focusing in her hands to lobbed not unlike a grenade between the Giant's feet. Swallowing up into a black hole on the ground, tesselating inward and sucking the Giant's feet and legs in with crushing force AND awful terrain, localized right under him. "Get him while he's all slow, guys!"
Gaonoir	Having stayed back from the initial rush on the Red Giant, Erika opts to make a dash for where the unfrozen bystanders are being directed to the airship. For one, it'd be relatively speaking safer amongst the soldiers and their airship. For another thing, she knows that while Gaonoir may not pay much attention to the survivors, he is astutely aware of where -she- is and will avoid any careless stomping about. So in a way, she's helping protect them. Even if it's more from her partner getting careless. Still counts, right? Count or not, it seems to have the intended effect when Gaonoir doesn't leap out of the way of the flames erupting out of Red Giant's armor. Instead he takes a step back, digging heels into the sand to brace himself and raising both arms up at the sides of his torso and ducks his head down between them. Between chest armor and the shield-like design of the vambraces, and the durability of the Dark Digitron infused armor in itself, it's a formidable pallisade against the attack. And while he's only a little over half the giant daemon's size, he makes a pretty impressive armored wall just the same. His armor starts to glow brightly from the heat burning into it, but very little of that flame is going to get past him and threaten those farther down the beach and their evacuees. Golden eyes narrow behind the helmet's visor. This defensive stance was still getting uncomfortable quickly. The icon on the D-Port screen representing him and his health flashes with every notch it drops from the flames. "I could use.. a little assist right now..." "Nice of you to ask for once," Erika semi-jokes as she stops her jog and flips the digivice in her hand, using her thump to push open a slot of some kind. The other hand picks a small chip from a pocket of her bag, and pushes it into the slot, which clicks shut again. "Attack Plug-In, activate!" "Do you really need to shout everything?" "You do it too." "Only for the -big- attacks." "Still counts~" Even as the two are bantering over their link between digimon and digivice Gaonoir can feel the surge of power flowing through his body and quickening the charge on some of his stronger weaponry. Perfect. As the fire shockwave finally starts to die down Gaonoir shakes his armored arms apart to make sure no flames remain, and considers. He doesn't want to risk any stray fire going towards the rescuees and where his Tamer are. He better make sure this is only pointed at their primary target and can't stray. So, he voidsteps again, this time moving away from the Red Giant. And reappears in the air, hoving above the demon, leaning forward to point his aim towards the monster. At which the clicking and clacking of moving armor can be heard as the forward facing angles of his chest armor, which in itself resembles a wolf's muzzle, splits and opens horizontally like a pair of jaws. A hissing compiling of energy and kirby krackle can be seen within the exposed maw, as Gaonoir again braces himself. "HOWLBACK DESTROYER!" As he said, it's only his 'big' attacks that he does the name call for. Like the massive glowing beam of electrified energy that erupts from the open weapon in his chest armor, directly downwards upon the Red Giant while he's (hopefully) being snared by Xion's gravity well.
Riku	The use of the cryobombs proves to be useful. The sight of seeing others bombing the Giant draws Riku's attention to Xion and Roxas, and he frowns for a moment, his gaze hanging on them as if something nags at him... But his contemplation is interrupted by the massive blast wave. Riku leaps back. He can easily save himself, but there's the matter of innocents. "Tch..." He mutters, and hurls himself down the beach, turning and gathering his power as he interposes himself between the flames and any survivors still on the sand. as the Blizzard races out and takes some of the force, Riku raises his hands again. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" He yells, his Eidolon's fist glowing once more as he brings the hand down, blasting out a wave of darkness and sand that washes back along the beach to hammer into the flames head-on, imparting force behind the Blizzard wave. "WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING?" He yells at the survivors. "GET OUT OF HERE!" He doesn't have time to move them himself, his yelling will have to alert anyone who is able to move those who can't move themselves as he pours energy into stopping that thing from claiming anyone else.
Sarracenia	Bullet Bills and soldier's spears intercept the Cryobombs, but alone things things may not be enough to keep the monsters at bay. And to make matters much worse, there's a fiery shockwave AND a darkening cloud of deadly gas?! There is way too much to deal with, and Sarracenia looks overwhelmed as she floats down. The piranha plant soldiers on the beach fight valiantly to defend the survivors that have made it to their line, but one ship does not have the numbers to push forward. Bullet Bills continues to fly in, meeting the Cryobombs and exploding against them. After seeing what the others are doing, and with her ship and the survivors relatively protected, Sarracenia decides maybe that is the best plan. She dives down, and with her powerful hammer starts smashing Cryobombs back toward the Red Giant. If she can deflect powerful laser beams, ki blasts, and missiles, surely she can send these bombs back with decent accuracy! She dives in behind the fire shockwave and starts hammering away, sending as many of those bombs as she can back at the giant. As much as she might want to protect them, Sarra just has no way to deflect a giant fire shockwave or a miasma cloud, so bringing down the source is her best course of action.
Aranea Highwind	That is a lot of light, all of a sudden. Roxas gets the first real taste of seeing the effect up close. Pillars of light illuminate the giant, and its skin - well, armor - seems to rapidly start losing its color, rusting or petrifying, or maybe rotting, as it starts smoking no less, as if burning. The barrier of light from Deelel is enough all its own to keep Cryobombs away, nevermind the fact it helps cover the civilians. Septette's own icy doors provide additional cover, and give her a bit of time to slash the Red Giant too. Its armored skin loses color where her claws contact, slicing into its metal(?) body to great effect. The light from Runa's spell probably didn't INTEND to be any harm to the Daemons, and yet the Cryobombs abandon the idea of climbing onto the ship entirely, scorched by a bright light immediatly. It's safe to say Xion's demand for a weak point has been thoroughly met by this point. The Red Giant is brought to a knee by the sudden use of gravity against it, owing to its weakened state. This allows Gilgamesh to trivially grab ahold of its blade! The burning weapon slices into the weakened part of the Red Giant. Defyingly, it still refuses to die. Riku's ice cools it down further. Gaonoir's blast causes it to flinch, not thrown back so much as rattled in place. And all that light, it's all but banishing the miasma. The civilians, all perfectly safe, run off onboard Sarracenia's ship without question as she sends a weakened Cryobomb to smash and explode onto the Red Giant. The massive Daemon rumbles, enraged and threatened. It slams both of its hands into the ground, hard. A black hole tears itself open overhead; it's like Xion's own bubble of nasty gravity, but better animated, because of course the big nasty monster has a cooler-looking variant of that spell. And also with a wider range. Just being near it feels like being torn into shreds. Being far makes one have difficulty to remain on their feet, attracted towards the spell. Being sucked inside outright won't be lethal, though it'll probably send your stomach for quite the spin. It's a good thing it doesn't last a long time, and leaves the Red Giant open to retribution after the fact.
Septette Arcubielle	Rather than attempting to 'save' herself from the black hole at such close range, Septette aims to slam her curved blade into the demon's leg, or simply dig into it with her and talons if she can't. Then she's pulled upwards- and her scrabbling resistance up the demon's body, like a cat sliding down a curtain by its claws, is liable to carve several deep holy-magic-enchanted vertical streaks into its body. Swiftly running out of demon to hold onto, Septette falls into the sky and through the black hole's "event horizon", where she's buffeted by sucked-in Bombs and crushing pressure. Though she makes little effort to protect herself, her nigh-unbreakable body still holds out in the spell's center as she layers further ensorcellments on her blade. This time, the red-hot ceramet is quenched and rimed in icy white, cooled to a magically flesh-searing zero. And when the spell ends, she's left suspended in the sky above the Red Giant for a glittering instant, her blade still glowing with Runa's holy radiance and dripping with freezing liquid air. She starts to plummet once more, and lines her blade up with inhuman precision into the crack she made on the demon's helmet the first time. "Let's try this one again."
Gaonoir	The good news: The Red Giant casts it's own bigger gravity spell in the air, so it's away from the escaping survivors. The bad news: Gaonoir was hovering over him to fire his attack, so he's the closest to the gaping maw that opens in the sky to suck everything into it's nothingness. Split-seconds to do something is not long enough for him to shadow-teleport so Gaonoir instead uses his shadow manipulation abilities to launch several black tendrils to dig into the beach and keep himself from being dragged in. The effect of the black hole above him is ovious though as his cloak continues to flap wilding towards it. Several of the cryobombs being pulled in impact the Digimon and explode, causing chunks of his armor to break free (it hurts more than it looks since that IS part of his body technically) and dissolving into digital motes as they're pulled into the void. Until the spell stops, and there's a plume of sand thrown up as Gaonoir thuds hard into the ground he was anchoring himself too. Goddamn sand. It's itchy and irritable and gets in everything, even with heavy armor. It can be heard grinding into the joints between plates as he digs hands into the ground to push himself out of the small armor shaped crater his impact in the ground made, and hauls himself onto his feet a bit more slowly than usual. One hand grabs what remains of his cloak and throws it back over his shoulder. The other clenches, re-extending the warblade claws from his armor. This time the weapons are glowing a bit, digital 'tron lines' (that feels odd typing with Deelel in the same scene) resembling a circuit pattern illuminating along the blades. "Enough of this." Gaonoir lunges, thrusting foward with the claws towards Red Giant, and then bellowing "DIVIDE BY ZERO!" as he slashes upward with them and they release the destructive digital energy that's been charging in them.
Gilgamesh	Ah, it feels good to impale someone with their own weapon. The bloodthirsty ancient King hasn't gotten to do that in a very long time. He steps back a bit, skidding along the sands as he gets himself out of the way of the gravity spell. The light is burning the monster, burning it badly, and the King is, despite his preference for Overwhelming Force (Which he can almost always afford), a very competent tactician who takes notes of things like that. So he provides it. The Gate of Babylon yawns wide. Ripples pulse through the world. From it come endless staffs - all sorts of staffs. Some of them look oddly like spotlights. Some of them pulse with arcane power. Some of them are simply sticks with carvings on them. In front of Gilgamesh, the golden tablet he was carrying earlier manifests, unfolding like a sceen. Runes whirl above it like some sort of advanced GUI. He spins it once, murmuring something under his breath. Then he holds up his hand. "O Asaru-alim nuna, Marduk the Mighty One, the Light of the father who begat him, who directh the decrees of Anu Bel and Ea..." "Should their wants be pure, then they are satisfied; should he make an incantation, then are the gods appeased; should they attack him in anger, he withstandeth their onslaught! Let him therefore be exalted, and in the assembly of the gods let him stand highest of the high! None among gods can rival him - who established for the gods THE BRIGHT HEAVENS!" "DIPARU BURUMU - THOUSAND STARLIGHT TORCHES!" Every staff erupts into light. It's the simplest spell imaginable - make light happen - and yet there are so many staffs, so many magic items of such unbelievably high caliber, so much mana available, so many treasures, that what in the hands of an ordinary magus would be a mere candle becomes a physical force for Gilgamesh. He is not a mage, but his treasury is so dense with power that it doesn't matter in the slightest. He might as well have opened a hole to the sun and pointed it straight here. The whole area is flooded in blinding, overwhelming light as the King reminds everyone that he doesn't have any idea what the meaning of restraint is.
Runa	The civilians have been safely moved onto Sarracenia's ship, letting Runa breathe easy. For a moment. Suddenly she feels herself being pulled towards the center of the battlefield. She tries to fight it, but combined with the less than stable footing provided by sand, Runa falls over. She continues to be pulled, desperately trying to find something to grab hold of but all she ends up with is hands full of sand. Turning to look at where she's heading, Runa's eyes go wide at the sight of the Cryobomb hovering close by. It's quickly growing in size and having seen some of the others, Runa can guess what's coming, "Oh no..." The bomb demon explodes. Runa is sent flying by the icey explosion. She hits the ground and rolls to a stop. She's showing a few ice burns on her skin, her clothes frozen solid in several places. It takes her a few moments to recover, but she soon pushes herself up onto her feet again. With the people safe, Runa turns her focus to the remaining Red Giant. They need to finish this quickly, before any more people are hurt! Runa raises her hand towards the large demon, calling out, "Lex Aeterna!" Another faded angelic being manifests. Smaller in stature than the former, this one appears above the hellish creature holding a large sword of light. It swings the sword around before stabbing it down into the demon. Several more swords appear in the air around it, flinging themselves into it as well. The spell doesn't usually do damage, though the demon's apparent weakness to light may affect this. But primarily, the spell enhances the damage of those attacks that follow it. Allowing the others to inflict greater damage against the demon.
Riku	Riku bought them time, and they got the hell out. Good. Now he can deal with this with no more distractions. Unfortunately, the surprise of the massive black hole being summoned up rips Riku back /towards/ the Giant, and he yells, plunging into a Corridor to vanish within... And then plummeting out the other side,, rubber banding around the gravitational well. He grits his teeth as he struggles to maintain control, skipping and swirling around the outside of it while he is compressed and accelerated to ridiculous speeds, barely maintaining himself as he spins.... The gravity well then breaks as he is sent flying high into the air. He doesn't give time for the earth to steal his momentum, however, as he plunges into the darkness... And spits himself out with a simple, direct wormhole-style assault, plunging blade first at ridiculous gravity-accelerated speeds directly into that weak point that was opened up.
Sarracenia	Being exploded by a Cryobomb causes Sarracenia's fox suit to finally disappear and leaves her iced over for a few moments. She gives the captain of the ship the order to take off as soon as the last survivor is aboard...but she and the piranha plant soldiers have another problem. The Black Hole starts pulling them toward it! Nearly all the soldiers lose their footing and several are actually yanked up into the air and toward the magic. Sarracenia has to use her hammer to keep from being pulled in, buring it in the sand with a big swing and making an anchor out of it. "Whoever is left on the ship! Deploy the Bonzai Bill!" she yells into a radio she pulls out of her satchel as sand and a few plant men fly past. "Fire whenever ready!" A large section of the deck on the airship lifts upward and a cannon lifts into view. A cannon big enough for most people to stand up inside its barrel without trouble. A huge shell slides into view, a shark face visible on its conical tip. There is a thunderous 'KATHOOM!' as it fires, and the massive shell, slightly larger than most military tanks, starts through the air. It travels only at a fast sprinting speed, but homes in on the Red Giant. With its low thrust, it might actually get sucked upward, but it maintains its direction the entire time. And when that spell finally ends...well, hopefully all the other heroes will be out of the way. Because when that Bonzai Bill comes down, it is going to unleash a growing rapid series of explosions that should eventually fully engulf the Red Giant before finally ending in one much larger explosion that leaves behind a large mushroom cloud!
Deelel	Deelel is able to help keep the Cyrobombs away and it's also giving cover for the civilians as well. With Septette's own effort to give cover it seems that will handle hat problem. Ruina has very much made the ship a place the Cyrobombs do not want to be at all. This leaves Deelel with a bit more now that she can do for the moment given the Wall should remain up for some time until she powers the bike down or it gets derezzed somehow. She will bring the bike about it seems most of the civilians if not all are on board the ship. She'll turn her bike about and head right for the Giant, at least that was the plan till well the gravity magic got into play even more. Deelel does not enjoy the experience. She's hurt, not dead but clearly hurt she has several glowing crackled lines on various parts of her body, even her clothing has cracked in the same way around the wounds. She's back on her feet and she'll focus on a spell this time to drop on the Deamon Giant's head. "Blizzaga!" Ice lances form and attempt to crash into the giant impaling it and otherwise adding to it, she'll turn herself and her rather damaged cycle away after the Ice lances are let slip as she wants to be nowhere near the Bonzai Bill when it goes off.
Roxas	Getting close is really unsafe. Staying far away is really unsafe. Now everything is unsafe, because the mechanic is drawing people in and making it unsafe closer and closer to the boss. Roxas is certain that he could keep on the outside edge of the suction effect, but he also knows that if he does so he won't be able to do much of anything to help with the Red Giant. Xion managed to bring the thing to its knees and force it to do this in the first place... so it's not in any position to /move/, even if it wanted to. That's what ultimately decides the Nobody's course of action. "Right!" He calls to Xion. Roxas turns on the spot and pushes in towards the Red Giant. The forces he is immediately subjected to begin uncomfortable and increase in intensity the farther he goes in. He doesn't even know how to describe it-- unbelievable pressure, forcing itself down on him from every direction. Every step is not just a little bit, but magnitudes worse. And he uses it, even as it subjects his body to horrendous strain. Outside, Roxas appears to vanish again, his form sublimating into a streak of white light the same as it did before. The light is both drawn in towards and deliberately charging the black hole, unwisely exploiting its properties to accelerate himself beyond the limits of his already considerable speed. The light falls infinitely, its zigzagging pattern giving way to a violent swirl that mixes with its darkness and against all reasonable logic illuminates it. The light curves. It is not falling into the black hole, but passing perilously near it. Though it is not a true black hole -- there is no event horizon beyond which no return is possible, and even if he lay at the center of it he would not disappear -- the difference is lost on Roxas. Strained breathing escalates to the involuntary, ragged vocalizations of a person who really should be on a morphine drip. The pain builds. The light-- Slingshots around the edge of the black hole, using its own force against it. Roxas screams, and swings. A momentary ringing emanates from the light as the twisted, silvery keyblade comes to hand. He couldn't possibly aim if he wanted to, but he doesn't /have/ to. There's not that many places for the Gravija to /take/ him, after all. The light bursts forward towards the center-of-mass of the Red Giant, a brilliant tear of white opening in space as if some colossal unseen force were gradually unzipping the fabric of reality along a diagnol line that carries on several meters. Roxas emerges from the end of the light, tumbling into the sands, rolling forward once before landing on his back and just sort of staying there. He raises a hand into the air and manages an, "I'm okay!"
Xion	There's a lot of things going on. Many roles to make, and paths to take. Having been NPC Magic Artillery all fight, what with setting up for Bomb Volleyball, and then tossing out a gravity sink, and now... Swirling the edge of the gravitic toilet bowl, as both 'surprising new hero' and 'familiar friend-buddy' do a similar maneuver around the gravity well to slingshot around for big damage! But still, that maintains a number of dangerous Cyrobombs flailing and getting ready to explode on the people sucked close and forced into melee. As she swirls on the outside, backjumping forcefully to maintain her overall distance away, Xion watches bright-eyed at all the awesome heroics. A lightshow! Slingshots! Big angry bomb-men! Wow! "Oh, I should do something, uhhhhhhhh..." Bombs. Bombs are bad! But if they don't exist, then... Xion remembers the power that had made her slightly uncomfortable when she acquired it, from the massive roving distortion in Lilian's world. The power to wipe things away. "Erase!" Xion shouts, casting out a white ball - like a Ruin spell - towards the closest Cyrobomb. The ball, however, sworls and buzzes with strange warping energy, and when it explodes, it explodes into bursts of fuzzy white noise and atomically shearing force. If their HP is depleted - they explode! If they cease to exist... Well things that don't exist don't leave PBAOE markers. "Erase! Erase! Erase!" Xion calls, firing off more to snipe off the bombs before they hit the group in the center of the gravity sinkhole.
Aranea Highwind	Septette slices across the Daemon's entire body, but the real blow she lands is the hit against its head following her trip into the black hole. The helmet cracks and turns rust-colored, and the beast's fiery glare fades underneath, as though the Red Giant might now be blind, or perhaps not have eyes at all left under the helmet. Gaonoir's destructive strike manages to almost lop off one of the Red Giant's arms, finding it a much easier target to pierce now than when this started. Gilgamesh makes Light. The Red Giant's entire body dulls, becoming rust-colored as it begins crumbling, as if the outer layer of its skin was turning into dust. As if it weren't already down on its last leg enough, Runa's magical, holy light tears away the Daemon's armor to reveal... well, there's not really much of anything underneath there. Darkness, apparently. Miasma. Riku cleaves the Red Giant's arm completely off, using his increased, reckless speed to become a deadly, /edgy/ bullet. The arm disintegrates into red, black and purple mist, rather than providing any kind of trophy. Much like the Cryobombs had left very little behind. Sarracenia's continued use of explosives is definitely a lot more reliable now that the thing's defense is debuffed into a negative value. Chunks of the Daemon come apart as it's engulfed in blast after blast, culminating in the loss of one of its beefy shoulderpads. Deelel's spell freezes the Daemon solid; if it had any intent to try moving or dodging, it won't now. And that's good, because Roxas uses the black hole to launch himself like a deadly beam of light towards the Daemon. Like matter hitting antimatter, it's crippling, and Roxas smashes clean through the Red Giant's chest. It's not gory at all, because Daemons just turn into creepy fog instead of anything remotely staining or menacing. The Daemon slumps to the ground and melts into the ambient miasma, which is soon enough banished by the light until none is left. Xion ensures this by DELETING the remaining Cryobombs. There's no hint of the Daemons left, and the beach is no longer frozen or on fire. That's pretty good! Not to mention the civilians who aren't dead. That's a net positive.
Riku	Riku plunges through the LIGHT and cleaves the hell out of a Giant, then lands, skidding to a stop. Finally, the enemies are gone. Who's going to be saved is saved. He stands, shading his eyes against the brilliance. The disintegration of the powerful Daemon is noted. He'll have to take notes and give thim over later... And he also takes a moment to look around at the people present once again, before just turning away and vanishing into one of those dark portals. This time, he doesn't seem to reappear. He gives no thanks, nor does he seem to expect any.
Roxas	Roxas raises his head a little to watch Riku make a portal and just... disappear into the ether. He sets his head back down with a heavy sigh, aching a little too much to be bothered moving from what is otherwise comfortable, cool sand. He muses aloud, "I guess /that's/ the sort of thing that makes people look at -us- funny, huh?" It would probably be aimed at Xion if she came over near him. As-is, he's just sort of talking to himself.
Deelel	Deelel sees the last of the horrors go down, from the rest o the responders, she'll banish her bike, but it's clear she's hurt she's almost seeming to be bleeding light, she'll then banish her weapon and start to go about the dead, and will wait for whatever authorities there to help with the clean up and the claiming of the dead. It still could have been a lot worse, a hell of a lot worse if no one had responded.
Septette Arcubielle	Septette falls to the ground with a heavy crunch of sand. The Bonzai Bill's explosion washes around her, and she watches the demon's miasma dissolve into nothingness with the kind of wariness that comes from dealing with far too many Sadistic Second Form Surprises. She casts her gaze around the beach, looking for anyone who might still need help- seemingly finding none, she gathers what remains of her shawl up around her shoulders and snaps a second Warp Wire. There's an anticlimactic "pop" as the air rushes in to fill the space she stood, and a milquetoast flash of light. Then she's gone. Elsewhere, Septette re-materializes in front of a cave guarded by stern men with green armor and bronze spears. A court magician approaches her; she walks past him. "Sorry I'm late." "It's the-" "Century Beast of Damavand, I know. Third time this decade. You've got the poison? Let's head inside."
Gaonoir	Gaonoir rips his blades back out of the Red Giant and steps back as the various Light attacks, particularly Gilgamesh's EXTREME OVERKILL, are focused on the crippled demon. He's not weak to Light energy himself, but being a creature of shadows he's not particularly fond of it in large quantities either. Since he is already damaged, better safe than sorry. Instead he turns his attention to find his Tamer.... and looks utterly unsurprised to see Erika has already found her way onto the airship with the survivors. Again knowing he wouldn't let stray fire near her even if he didn't particularly care about anyone else. And now that Sarracenia offered people rides he has no reason to make her get down either. Gaonoir disappears into the shadows again, this time reappearing at the wooden airship. The last of the energy supporting his ultimate form dissipitates with doing so, the armor and mass crumbling away into millions of energy motes and he drops onto the deck in his usual base form. And promptly flops over on his back. "Let's leave before I get any more sand in places I don't want to think about."
Runa	Runa watches the final demon melt away. She waits for several long moments afterwards, to be sure that nothing arises in its place. Finally Runa lets out a quiet sigh of relief. The relief doesn't last. Runa looks around at the remains of those people who they could save. She quickly moves a hand to her pouch... But then pauses as she gets a closer look. With all the damage to the beach from the battle. Combined with their fragile remains... There's nothing she can do. Runa quietly sighs in sadness. The Priestess slowly moves over to the closest remains, kneeling down beside them and holding her rosary, "Almighty God Odin. Please show pity and grant peace to this fallen soul. Guide them on their path to the beyond." Runa prays quietly for a while longer, before standing and moving over to the next, "Almighty God Odin. Please show pity..." This continues for a while.
Sarracenia	Once all the survivors and anyone else who wants a ride are onboard, Sarracenia boards her ship herself. "Any of you who need a place to stay for the night may take shelter either onboard this ship or at the castle!" she announces to those onboard. The soldiers reboard the ship as well, carrying those brave plants who fell defending the people here. Any survivors who don't want to see the Sundew Kingdom are left at a nearby hospital. The rest are transported to Sarracenia's castle for first class accomidations.