Mini-omake, because I feel bad for Mittens.
@Durin
Boss Marceline Who's In Charge Here
The fight to stop the ritual to summon the 1st Circle Archangyl was an intense one.
Everyone knew to various degree that whatever the forces of Abomination were doing, it had to be stopped at all cost. Enemy positions were assaulted with endless ferocity, fortifications were torn down with pure tenacity, and rituals were shut down with utmost haste. Even after three keystone rituals were destroyed, in spite of efforts to fracture the remaining spell, it persisted. Everyone was already preparing for one more desperate push, to crush the final pillar of the greater madness ready to descend upon us...
And then the Ancient Wanderer sprang out from nowhere in middle of enemy camp.
It was confusing, to hear frantic reports of their failure to defend the ritual.
It was amazing, to realize that it was a legendary hero, coming to our aid.
It was relieving, to no longer worry about demigods assaulting our home.
It was also intensely annoying, to have our glory stolen by someone who didn't bother with the fight until now.
That's probably how the high command of Valinor thought of their Exalted Archangyl- powerful, but victory it brings unsatisfying.
Everyone reacted a little differently to the news:
Commanders cheered, as they knew that any significant threat is now dead or gone.
Diviners sagged in relief, terrifying visions of nearby future no longer feasible.
Soldiers continued their march, and waited for orders. There were still battles to fight, if smaller in scale.
And Mittens... he wouldn't even bother with talking to anyone, including his closest companion.
It was only after a while, that Xavier's efforts to communicate weren't met with a swipe of his claw.
"It's been 3 days, Mittens. You'd have to leave your room sooner or later."
*resignation, apathy, depression*
"It wasn't so bad. We got plenty of action during the siege."
*bitterness, anger, jealousy*
"She
did steal the spotlight. Though, without her we would probably have to ram our ships into the ritual site..."
*concession, melancholy, shame*
"I know, I know- that was your moment to shine. But you did pretty well regardless."
*disregard, apathy, sleepiness*
"... You know, we can try to convince Rotbart to drop some deathstrikes on the remainin-"
*anger, frustration, sadness*
"I know it won't be
the same, but..."
*tiredness, melancholy, failure*
"Oh, don't be like that. There are plenty of demons in the warp. I am sure next time we'll get a chance to do even
better than just a small flame tiger!"
*weariness, agreement, hope*
"On top of that, there are still plenty of the Abomination cultists left to weed out. I've heard there's even a chaos lord commanding one of the remaining armies..."
*curiosity, energy, bloodlust*
"Good to feel it. Let's go to Dalv, gather the others. Nothing's more refreshing than a good hunt."
"Couldn't say it better myself." Sent Mittens to Xavier's mind, ready to pounce.