[x]"Shasa, Shirou take the Zombies, I'll handle the sorceror"
-[x]Full charge and smash!
Attack Roll: 7k3=31
Damage Roll: 6k3=70
"Take the zombies!" you shout at the top of your lungs, already running forward. "The sorcerer is mine!"
Shasa calls out to you, but you don't hear the words past the wind rushing by your ears. You've no time to be distracted anyway, for the undead are all but on top of you. The corpse walkers reach toward you with rotting hands, but you dash around their grasping fingers and head straight for their master. From behind you can hear the clash of battle, and know that your comrades have already rushed forth behind you to come to grips with the enemy. That brings a smile to your face. You've nothing to fear so long as your comrades have your back.
Even at this distance you see Kohsa's eyes widen with alarm as you approach. But you are not focused on his eyes. Instead, you are focused on his mouth, where his lips are moving in a quickened chant. The Blood Speaker is casting a spell! You have to hurry!
The Maho-tsukai thrusts a hand out before him, where a glowing ball of fire emerges. You push more speed out from your legs, trying to reach him in time. Even still, it is too late. Just as you come within ten steps Kohsa shouts at the top of his lungs as the fire careens toward you. There is no time to dodge, no possibility of moving out of the way. No matter what, the magical attack will hit you.
So instead you simply barrel on through it. You leap into the air as he fire hits, the blaze expanding quickly into an explosion as the flames wash off your armor in a corona of light and heat. You can feel the force of the blow spread across your mother's gift. The masterfully crafted Kaiu armor withstands the attack easily, taking the brunt and leaving you only moderately singed.
You land on your feet as you exit the conflagration, settling right in front of the stunned Blood Speaker. Roaring at the top of your lungs, you swing your tetsubo with all your might. You strike cleanly, giving the Maho-tsukai no time at all to dodge or lessen the impact of your attack.
Time seems to freeze as your weapon slams into Kohsa's chest, leaving nothing in the world save you and your enemy. For a moment you could almost swear your tetsubo actually bends as the force of your strike lands, and with no armor Kohsa was left taking the entire brunt of the attack. The man's eyes are wide with surprise and agony as his feet leave the ground, his body folded over your tetsubo like paper.
And then time speeds up again. Kohsa screams as he is sent tumbling over his table, landing in a heap before the small lake of blood. He gasps for breath, clawing at the air futilely before managing to flip over onto his hands and knees. He gasps and hacks as a stream of bloody vomit pours from his lips, and tries to stand up. The attempt fails utterly, and Kohsa is sent sprawling across the ground in a pool of his own fluids.
You're not surprised. You felt several of Kohsa's ribs break beneath your strike, and from the amount of blood that came out you imagine you ruptured some of the man's organs. Never before have you felt one of your attacks strike that powerfully, and you are almost certain a normal man would have died beneath the weight of your assault. It is a wonder the Blood Speaker yet lives.
Something you mean to correct quite soon. You step out from behind the table, shifting your grip on your tetsubo. You can take no chances, not with a Maho-tsukai. Even now, broken and bloodied, the man is dangerous. He will not stop being dangerous until you have pulped his skull to mush.
"No," Kohsa croaks, still gasping for air. "No! I… I cannot fail! I cannot!" He forced himself up onto his knees and reared his head back. "ONI! By the pact we have made, I call you forth! Defend me! Do not let my work be in vain!"
You have no time to react to the man's words as an utterly massive body drops from the ceiling and lands behind Kohsa. It loops around the Maho-tsukai, protecting the sorcerer's body with his own behind a veil of darkness that slowly breaks away beneath the light of the cavern. Your jaw drops as the shadows peel off the creature's form, revealing a shape out of nightmares.
Its body is like that of a centipede, if such creatures grew to the size of houses. Each of its many legs is tipped with a sharpened blade, and its pitch-black body is covered in chitinous plating. It coils and shifts grotesquely, its very flesh making noises that unsettle your mind and stomach in ways you've never felt before. It is by any measure a monster, something that should not exist in any sane or just world.
But worst of all is its face. No, it does not have just one face. Faces. When the Oni turns to look at you, it does so with the gazes of six pairs of eyes, each set within a child's face. Those faces smile at you, beatific expressions utterly horrific set within the body of this insectoid abomination.
"But of course, my dear Kohsa-sama," the Oni says, each of those six mouths speaking in unison. The effect is chilling, the voices of children talking as one toward a single purpose. "Your wish is, as always, my command."
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Sosuke has taken 2 Wounds. He is still in the Healthy Bracket, and has 76 Wounds remaining.