08-25-2016, 12:37 PM
(08-23-2016, 04:21 PM)Umbra Wrote:(08-23-2016, 01:03 PM)OdinYggd Wrote: "You alright Umbra? Here, you're going to need this more than me." Danu takes the hardlight shield off and hands it back to him to use, realizing he'd need the protection.
Turning to face their foe again, she smiles. "Fear not, creature of evil. You'll soon be at peace."
Hesitating a little bit because she didn't like using her power when people were watching, a flaming sword forms in front of her. It appears to be made entirely of hard light, its shape resembling the heavenly sword Caliburn that King Arthur had drawn from the stone to begin his reign. Unlike its medieval counterpart, or perhaps even a yet untold power it had contained all along, this sword had white flames all along the blade, a fire which was scorching hot to foes but only gently warming to friends.
As she holds the blade out in front of her, a hard-light shield very similar to the shape of the one Umbra had let her try on appears on her arm, only without its emitter.
"Do your worst, restless being of the night!"
The Remnant chuckles. "Q̲͞u̜̯̪i̠͓̖͕͢t̮̺̲̬̣̱̳e ͔̬̜̥s̸̯̳̭̬̞ͅt̪̜̮̫̪̤̬͠u͇̜̭̻̯b͙̥̬̥ḅ̛̱̟̭̺̯o͍̟͚r͖̮̮̮͠n̶͍̪,̦̝̕ ̺a̘͉̦̗̖̹̯r͡en̳͉̥͞'̘͉̤ͅt͖̦̮ ̡͙̰͔y̷ọ̥̼͍͓͔u?̠̞̩̭̰̳̤"
It snaps the fingers on its free hand and six other constructs run onto the scene, each armed in different ways- vicious claws, whips, staves, swords...
"͍͈͍T̲͎͚̺̜h͙͟e̡͖̯̼̤̙̣n̪͓̫̰̠͞ ̟̹̤͚i̷̮͚̪̱̫ṱ͡'͙̟͙͍s̨̤͙̥͖ ̘̗͓̭̤̭m̹̯͖̗̬͠y͚ ̜w͔̙̯̬̼͘o͎̟̗r̙s̲̭ͅt̤̜̰͝ ̕ỳ̯̪̭̠̥̟̯o̺̭̟ͅͅu̼̲̟͖'l̳̫̥͎̭͖͜ͅl̻͔̣ ̵̙̲g̶̰͖̣e͏̠̟͚͖̥t͈̰̮͇̕.̥̘͎̝"̶̠͉͕̟̭ The ground starts to glow purple in several different places around Umbra, Danu, and the mayor.
Umbra gets back up. "Don't be afraid! We may be outnumbered, but they're not as strong as you might think!" He slings an ice spike at one of the newcomer Constructs.
It hits and the being falls over, lifeless, before dispersing as its crystals shatter.
*one of these "constructs" with the severe misfortune of being separated from the group and out of sight is seen lifted by the head off the ground by a very angular and bare anatomy synthetic 3 clawed hand extending from a shroud of stormy fog. As the claws dig in the construct is made to tremble as the purple glow is drained from it over the next 10 seconds, until it crumbles into the dust it was formed from.*
Such, pure... power
*the hand retreats into the small stormy cloud which also disappears after a moment*