Eva Ellet
Hollow Fields, Academy
World Designation: Revolution
Noon, Foggy
---Attack it now.
Every move it makes is one that seems to box you in more, and you're certain that if it's allowed to continue on for too much longer it won't end well for you; due to the nature of the Harmonizer, having your systems seize up due to magic targeting your weaknesses is an outcome that could easily wind up being fatal as it continues to batter your body on the way down...
No.
You have to finish it right here, right now, thus-!
Reiki gathers, flowing freely through your systems as it gathers at your bidding, helped along by a new presence whose power gathers in it is as well, spiritual power reaching a fever-pitch as a manifestation of a Mythic Class magic begins to take shape in the world, and-!
You pull.
With all of your strength, you pull yourself up towards your opponent-!
---The result cracks the sound barrier, but no one hears the crack of the air being torn apart, no...
Because the world is already screeching at the sudden conflagration, the explosion of flames, that erupts from your arm and paints the shattered skies a brilliant, flaming crimson-!
-Auto da fé.
Translated, act of faith.
Historically, burning at the stake.
---At it's base, it could certainly be called a sword; or rather, one could say that it's origin point lay in the art of forming one's power into a blade; however, while it might look like such a thing at a fleeting glance, in reality, it is simply a conflagration of flames that happens to resemble a sword for a few fractions of an instant...
Light and Flame.
The Church is known for heavy use of both of these elements.
Of course it is only natural, when the Lord appears within the holy texts he has a tendency to do so as Fire; descending upon Mount Sinai as flames to grant the Ten Commandments to Moses, or existing as the Light of Creation that gave birth to something from the nothing, an indescribable light that gave shape to the shapeless, after all, on the first day, there was the light, there was also the dark of course, but God himself, in the eyes of his followers, no, in the eyes of humanity as a whole, the God of Christian Myth is almost always...
A Great Light, or an Indescribable Flame.
Aur Ein Soph or Fire of Sinai.
---You are no saint, nor an archangel, even so you are a warrior of the Church, of the Rose Cross.
Perhaps it is fitting then?
That your "Trump Card" takes the shape of an indescribable mass of flames, an explosion in it's truest form, scattering your opponents not with tricks or self empowerment, but through the simple act of overwhelming them with power itself-!
---You'll shatter it.
---You'll shatter it in one blow, it will not reconstitute itself-!
You cross the distance like a shooting star, a wrathful guardian of the garden, swinging a flaming sword to repel the darkness born from sin, and-
"Wait-!"
-you hold your blow for a moment at Agatha's call, and-
"...!"
-it shifts away from you.
This time, you can observe the phenomena with your own eyes, even so, it doesn't make sense-!
Flicker of physical form, no...
Alteration of space?!
Rather than the entity itself warping away from you, it is almost as if the world itself -or some other outside force- carries it away, stretches itself to put it further out of your range, away from the girl that had launched herself like a sonic jet, whose speed was slowly but steadily shrinking as she is forced to recross space once again towards her opponent, and-
Cloaked in crimson, an odd form of a Maziodyne, of pitch-black lightning storm shrieking as it descends on the planet.
---The cause must be the entity itself, or perhaps the 'strange power' it was using? Whether it be through altering the original phenomena through additional spells or some other, innate property, the creature responds to your finishing blow with what must be a finishing blow of it's own, lightning that screams and shrieks as it descends like a crimson and black net at first, before twirling into a drill of crackling electricity, a 'hungry' power that you recognize as having similar properties to it's other blow, a power that seeks to invade and undo, and perhaps to do something else after that...?
...Yes.
The source of the oddity must be the power itself, innate spiritual mutation, but-!
It doesn't change anything, or rather...
You can't let it change anything, from the start, you really couldn't afford to get hit up here, and that's why-!
There's no other way.
No other recourse.
When faced with teleportation and a counter-strike, you raise the 'blade' of flames and have it become not a shield, but a sword that will tear through the opponent's magic as well as it's body, and-
---Two Mythic Class magics collide in the sky.
When magics of this sort directly collide, the one that comes out on top is the stronger of the two; there are a number of things that contribute to this sort of 'strength,' from how much power is diverted to how many other functions are present inside of the spell, elemental affinities, and even the willpower of the user, but-!
"Alright, go, go! Break through!"
---This time there is no question of who will come out on top.
It's a reckless confidence borne from the presence of someone who hadn't been there before, of the second 'power' that had flowed into this spell along with your own, yes...
While the clash of magics paints the sky violet at first, black streaking lines of lightning shooting off as the "storm focused into one point" clashes against an "inferno," there is a cracking, crashing sound as flames break through and devour electricity, rushing up to devour the aberration that has taken root in the atmosphere-!
You fly, up and up and up, past the outer shell, towards that violet core, swinging your fist with all of your strength, fist hitting something like glass and-
-boom.
Fire escapes the binds of magic and will as it roars forth as a Mythic Class strike, the detonation itself blowing you back down towards the earth, due to being unable to properly brace yourself against the impact mid-air; ash and flames rain down around you as you descend, figure of your opponent blocked by the storm of flames that seems determined to swallow it whole, and...
One more time.
A sound of pain that scrambles your vision one more time, as an entity that you can't see cries out in pain one more time, and then...
It's gone.
You don't know if it died... But you do know that it's gone.
Yes.
---The flames disappear, and nothing is left behind in their wake.
The cracks in the sky vanish, as if whatever damage had been dealt to them had disappeared along with it, and-
"Hah-! Caught you! Guess things got more exciting then we expected, huh?"
-Agatha catches your falling form in her arms, flying without any obvious form of external aid, and-
"So your best move is a fire one huh...? Interesting..."
-A.I Agatha talks separately, inside of your mind...
They really do...
Seem to be separate beings somehow...
Separate... But connected...?
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