[X]Improvised weapon: Ebon Dragon Bludgeon.
The immense, veiny, meaty worm dragon thing rises into the air, booming a challenge. Autochthon screams. Sky raises his sword to meet the challenge, and with a flash of gold a full set of plate mail appears over him. In your hand, the Ebon Dragon laughs uproariously.
(Join Battle: Ebeli, 10 dice +5 autosuccesses, 14 successes)
For some reason, for some how, you manage to keep your wits about you. So when you see the Red Tooth Worm diving down upon you, you take the cathartic route. Gripping the tail of the encounter suit, you whirl it. The Ebon Dragon's laughter becomes a stream of garbled curses.
It is an encounter suit- an artifact. Artifacts are many things, and one of them is very durable. Your anima flares into life behind you. You bring the Dragon back. With a cry, you swing.
(Charm use- First Melee Excellency, Hungry Tiger Technique, One Weapon, Two Blows)
(3 attacks- 20 dice)
(Attack 1: 10 successes, 4 past threshold)
(Attack 2: 12 successes, 6 past threshold)
(Attack 3: 7 successes, 1 past threshold)
(22 +3 +1= 24 damage dice)
(9 damage inflicted)
Three times the head of the Ebon Dragon slams into the face of the Red Tooth Worm. Three times the Ebon Dragon's curses and praises are cut short by the ringing gongs and the cheers of the audience. As if knowing what struck him, Ladon rears back. The mandibles twitch and the faint red bruising around its maw gives way to pooling venom.
You raise the serpent.
"You are weak."
"Some sorceress."
"I got this." Sky walks over, pecks you on the lips, and hurls Stone Splitter into the underside of the worm's maw. Its venom splatters over its flesh and sizzles, and he gives you a wave before he vanishes, reappearing holding his blade and holding on for dear life when he- and the worm- crash into the ground.
"Oh." You snap your fingers. "Right, it enlightens with him."
Or he has some new charms which lets him keep with his sword no matter where it is.
The tail of the worm disappears into the hole, and you grip the Ebon Dragon by the neck. Turning, you hold him up and turn to the still cowering sphere of Autochthon. "You two are Universe Titans. Why is this happening?"
"Let's be fair," the Dragon wheezes, "I am a weakling! A base, hidden coward who's knowledge of humanity's motivation comes from the deep sadism hidden in the depths of your souls! And he is Autochthon."
"A fair assessment!"
You swear, Ku has to be swimming in deva pussy by now. The ground shakes but you have all kinds of magic to make that not matter. You take advantage of the relative quiet to whack Autochthon with the Ebon Dragon.
"You! Are! Primordial! Gaia was your Ally! Why are you scared?"
The Ebon Dragon just laughs. You know why. You reach out, clamp the jaws shut, and take advantage of the fact that it's a set, artifact encounter suit to actually shut him up.
"Because it was an alliance of convenience."
Behind you, you can hear the worm crest through the rock and a chunk of the stadium, and Sky assuring you that he's still got this. Bless him, and he's a Dawn Caste, too. He probably does.
"That is correct. Gaia and I have never seen eye to eye."
Hand on your hip, you point the dragon- and your other hand- at the trembling eye. "Right. Gaia thought Creation was a mistake. But you don't. You put too much work into it. You like mortals. If you kept wandering around looking for whatever Gaia's looking for, you'd never make anything permanent."
The eye shifts, side to side. It shifts up and down, approximating a nod. "That is correct. For that, and other reasons, Gaia does hate me."
To that, you roll your eyes. "She hates you because she doesn't understand you. We barely understand ourselves. Thankfully, we have something to alleviate that."
The iris snaps open. The sphere turns to you. "Unity of the Closed Fist with Gaia is a poor idea even by my standards."
You grab the eye. Channel magic. "It's solved just about every problem we've had so far. And you aren't giving me any more options!"
Autochthon coughs. He tries to pull back. Fails. "We're in a fight here. I'm sure my husband can keep that worm occupied for a while, but you need to pull your weight. So you can either keep cowering behind me, or reveal your power."
(Charisma+Presence, 15 dice +4 autosuccesses, 12 successes)
The simple, powerful magic runs through them- through your hands. Through the Dragon and through Autochthon. The Dragon blanches at the very concept of heroism, but the iris narrows. Then shutters open.
"My options are still limited. If not in my Mythos, I would only really be able to truly call upon the full extent of my power either when in my jouten, or under sufficient circumstances-"
"You have your charms, and Primordial Charms are what the Exalted improved upon when we made Sorcery. Give me something to work with!"
The eye makes a sound like sucking teeth. The worm shrieks, and you hear Sky once more assure you he has this under control with less confidence this time.
"Not in an encounter suit. This is but a probe. It is an extension of my awareness. It may as well be a glorified eye!"
Autochthon's iris dilates. Your grip on the sphere tightens. Your lips part in a smile.
"An eye is made to see."
"Oh I should not have said that," Autochthon breathes.
The Ebon Dragon takes a deep breath, prying his snout free.
"Yes! I can confirm I do, indeed, now have an erection."
[ ]Roll Int+Lore at difficulty 10 to use the Encounter Suit like it were the Eye of Autochthon and end the battle.
-[ ]Write in how we shall warp reality.
[ ]Use Unity of the Closed Fist to attempt to merge Gaia and Autochthon's mythos to bring about great understanding. This will require a Charisma+Presence attack on Gaia to convince her to allow this.
[ ]Write in.