20th June
11:18 GMT
My mage slayer round hits-. It hits something about a metre from Orm. There's a flicker as… A tiny volume of water precipitates from the air, the expended round itself dropping to the ground. Fully accelerated I fire twice more, the supposedly magic user killing rounds stopping on what-.
Layered super surface tension barriers. It's the only thing I can think of that fits. Strong enough to absorb the kinetic force of the shot and separate enough from one another to cope with the magic draining. Weakness: they're more vulnerable to pure kinetic force. I load tungsten anti-armour rounds and dial up the power.
The barrier doesn't even trigger. The shot slams unimpeded into whatever that grey stuff is and-. He's barely affected. There's a slight sound at the impact so the force isn't simply being nullified by magic-.
The water's spreading out of the channel. Ring, scan? Yes, sea water is being pulled up the tunnel behind me to cover the floor. From the way it's foaming I'm going to assume that it would be extremely loud if I was thinking slower. As it is, all I'm getting is a low rumble.
Switch to crumbler rounds. Orm's trident is moving slowly, entropic lightning dancing around the prongs. I begin moving slowly to the side. Normal lightning spells use automatic aim which won't work on me, so unless he's an excellent aim his shots should just miss. Tridents aren't easy weapons to aim with and Atlantean battlemages don't train to aim precisely.
Pressure on my right foot. The moment the crumbler round leaves the barrel of my railgun I phase, construct vanishing. I fly at best speed towards the rear of the room as tendrils of water flail impotently after me… At a speed I can see. Those things must be moving faster than the speed of sound at least. Orm's work? No, he doesn't seem to be-.
Ggruh!
I materialise, slamming into the rear wall. My head feels like-. Combat with a magic user.
"There you are."
Don't reason, follow the protocol. Switch out the spell eater. With the FBI officers and my team mates I'm getting a little low on those. Same with mage slayers.
"Truggs mentioned that you have a frustrating habit of not-"
Praexis Demons, go. Eat him.
"Yay!"
"-listening to-. You think Demons will be enough-"
Orm turns to face me as they pour forth from the rings in a torrent. Tubbs leads the charge, mouth open and ravenous. To them, a magic-rich target like Orm must be a feast.
"-to stop me? Fool!"
The water around him explodes, tiny droplets hitting like railgun rounds. Praexis Demons are slammed back or flat out disintegrated, respawning from the rings and flying forwards again. This time I throw a barrier forwards and prepare a railgun. His trident shimmers and that's my sign to fire a mage slayer. The barrier meets it once more, but it delays him long enough for the Demons to get into biting distance. One I haven't bothered naming reaches him first, chomping down on his right shoulder. No apparent effect.
Blades of ice shoot up from the thigh-high water on the floor, neatly piercing every Demon save the one actually biting him. Orm's left hand forms a blade and strikes, piercing my construct Demon through the right eye.
"Aaaaaagh!"
Even with a chunk of its head gone the Demon continues to grind its teeth against his plate. Is it-? There's a tiny blemish on the surface of the plate where my crumbler hit. Dread to think what that stuff is made of if that's all it managed. On the other hand, I can make more crumblers on the fly. Orm gets a grip on the rest of the Demon's head and crushes. Alright, no point in calling more of them except as a distract-.
"Forget me?" Beryl materialises behind Orm, sword flicking out towards the rear of his knees. Shouldn't strictly be necessary with an x-ionised blade; either it'll go through like it does most things or he's got a spell that will stop it and it won't matter if the metal was thick or-. "Oh."
A pillar of water shoots up where she's floating, sending her careening towards the ceiling. She phases a moment before she would hit, shimmering into invisibility. The water level in here is getting to the point where it will seriously impede our mobility. And I don't think for a moment it will impede his.
Internal.
"Beryl, did you actually cut him there?"
"Yeah, but he bled water. Something weird's happened."
A hard gel arrow hits Orm in the back of his head, enveloping it. Alright, lacking a better idea… Double railguns and fire a volley of crumbler rounds at the areas of exposed armour. Some damage, but Oceanus is due to arrive soon and this isn't going to penetrate fast enough. Orm staggers, and I'm forced to create a construct barrier as a tornado of super hard water spirals around the room.
"Beryl, ideas?"
"What's Koryak doing?"
"Just standing there, keeping some sort of artefact under control. Probably enchanted."
My barrier fractures and I'm forced to replace it.
"What artefact?"
"The runes on the gazebo are a portal of some kind."
"Copying you again?"
"No, I got the original design from Brain anyway."
"Well, water's coming out of the portal and water's bad, so-"
"Shoot it." / "-shoot it."
One railgun diverts its attention and a mage slayer speeds towards the centrepiece. Being blocked by another sodding bubble shield. Beryl crouches behind me as Orm lets out another burst of entropic lightning. This time it's not aimed at us but at the material caked over his helmet. Relying on vision rather than a scrying spell? Worth knowing.
"You have moments until my master arrives! Mighty as you are, there is no way-!"
BOOM!
"Mighty, wizard?!" Brut runs at full charge out of the boom tube and leaps, Canis lashing out at Orm with his sword from his steed's back! "Feel the fury of a New God-" The edge hits Orm's upraised left wrist, severing his hand. Flesh and bone is revealed, but as Beryl said: water and not blood flows forth. "-and know that your master's time is done!"
"Wretch!" A blast of water vapour erupts around Canis as-
BOOM!
-another boom tube opens and Brut completes his leap, disappearing from sight.
Well, that was impressive, but I'm not clear-.
"Orange Lantern?" Sephtian is crouched next to the gazebo, the mage slayer blocking bubbles flaring into existence for a moment and then fading away. "Your way is-"
"Arsenal, anti-magic arrows at the gazebo, now!"
"-clear."
My railguns come up, targeting each runic cluster and firing with a scream!
"No!" Orm gestures and water surges towards the gazebo. I interpose a construct barrier, two shots striking the stone near the statue. Koryak moves, throwing himself in the way of my guns. But he's on the wrong side to block Roy's arrows. The stone cracks and the runic arrays fizzle and dim. Orm points his trident at Sephtian. "Bastard half-breed!"
Sephtian regards him levelly for a moment. "Better a half-breed than a traitor."
The water filling the room surges, flowing out of the room and down the passageway. Orm's trident crackles with lightning.
For about a second, before it explodes as my mage slayer round hits it.