Cosmos Fairchild
LOVELESS ~ Outside
??? - Dawn isn't Coming
The grasping hand of a Titan.
It's something that's more than enough to cover your vision by itself, less like a grasping hand was coming your way, and more like a sentient hill had come to life for the purpose of devouring you; it's so big that by the time you raise your staff again you can't see anything else... Sariel has disappeared behind that wall of pitch black mud at your request, a tiny-flying light being pit amidst a being of seemingly incomprehensible dark, but trusting in what you had experienced in your last 'struggle' with the mud, it seems like the best option available to you, yes...
Just like the last time.
Aster.
A storm of blue light, the human spirit made manifest as a form of attack; it moves like glittering stardust, brilliant lights to oppose a tall, unbreakable dark, the grasping hand of a giant that has become the only target you can truly reach, and-
---Light tears it's way into darkness.
Blue lights like spears.
A golden light like the sun, an angel's light.
-------This time, the darkness simply does not care about either, after all...
This Dark Sea is not completely mindless, did you think they would succumb to the same trick twice?
No no.
This mud can become many things... To block out a little light...
Trivial.
"▂▂▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅▅▅▅▅!"
In response to the blue lights tearing into it like so many splinters, and the simultaneous discharge of light into it's eyes by an angel, it simply lets out a roar that seems to shake the planet itself, fingers curling into a fist as it confirms that it's targets are just beyond it's sight.
Miasma screams in fury.
It's spirit power burns a deep, blood-like crimson, as an amount of supernatural force you can only describe as 'disgusting' is funneled into this one single limb-!
It's a calamity in the shape of a giant fist.
"Shit-!"
Unable to put enough distance between her and it in spite of her technically superior speed, the massive limbs of the monster proving to be an advantage too great to overcome with natural speed alone, there's a tell-tale rush of forward motion as she activates Flash Truth a second time, pushing her system right up to the edge of it's limit in order to avoid the crashing fist that had threatened to land right on top of you both, but-
---It was not just a fist.
If that was so, the immense surge of spiritual power would have been unnecessary, and indeed, the moment the fist misses it's target and disappears beneath the mud, crushing a building to pieces with it's weight-
==Primal Darkness==
-the mud explodes outwards as a pitch black A-Rank detonation, or rather...
Perhaps it would be more correct to call it a tsunami?
A titanic ripple in this pitch black sea?
Not of water.
But of that black mud, a tsunami of curses-!
---Alyx leaps.
----Trusting in her sixth sense, she leaps not just forward, but up, with as much force as her body can put out.
Looking behind her at the approaching black wave, there are images of things like 'hands' squirming beneath the surface of the muck, red-lights shining like crackling electricity along it's surface as it moves after the both of you like a shock-wave, and even though it passes just beneath you, Alyx managing to grasp at the tattered remains of a flag from a skyscraper that -somehow- manages to endure the pitch black wave, the force of the wind that follows it, like a screaming curse from a tsunami designed to drag souls into hell, becomes a black wind that bashes the both of you against the wall as the wave passes, a sharp pain shooting through your back, pounding the air from your lungs as the giant screams towards the sky, now at somewhat more of a distance, a block or two away and...
"Fucking..."
Swearing quietly to herself, her strong will the only reason she hadn't let go of the flag after being struck, and-
-starts to climb up, towards the roof...
"You got a full charge yet?"
A question that seems to imply...
She no longer sees running as a passable solution, or at least...
Seems to think holding roof of this skyscraper might be a better option...
"Probably gonna have to take it out together..."
----Meanwhile...
The moment after Sariel had let loose her magic, one that would not work on this monster that represented the world's "second attempt" at assimilating those it has found, the creature had let out a roar that had manifested as a literal shock-wave, a black wind that would have even sent the Tamers flying if they had been any closer to it, needless to say...
The angel is certainly sent flying by the strike, her arc an unceremonious descent towards the distant black sea as two Tamers are making their sudden escape from a wave of curses, but-
While such a thing is bad, a poor fate for an angel...
She never reaches it, instead...
Instead...
---There's the sound of a motorcycle engine moving at speeds unfitting a civilian's bike, the snatch of a hand at her arm that pulls her atop of said motorcycle, the sound of cards constantly recycling themselves into a road, and the appearance of someone strange that doesn't fit this world of mud and curses, yes...
"...An angel huh?"
Outrunning the wave of mud on a motorcycle, that stranger simply makes a note of her existence, as if it was somewhat surprising, before...
"No use in you guys fighting too many of these things. It just draws more of em in..."
...Saying something surprisingly calm, for a person that was apparently out and about atop a lake of curses on a magical motorcycle.
Or perhaps that was exactly why?