[Tokyo Tower's antenna slams into Chaosbringer's blade. It's so much larger -- this is a full-sized rendition of Tokyo Tower, or so close that the difference is academic in the heat of battle. By comparison, Zeke's blade is much smaller. But it holds.
It holds.
Sparks explode and fly, as he parries it -- and vines shoot upward, grasping the structural steel and holding it in place. From where she's crouched down, Junna stares up at it in awe. It's not lost on her what Chaosbringer is telling her through his actions: he couldn't have done this without her.
The Kirin bellows -- screams -- and there's no more words, no pretense of intelligibility. The fish scale that Nene sends flying smashes into it, its body rippling with the impact.
Its head -- half-fallen over -- turns to look at Nene and Junna. It's the latter that it gives a baleful look towards, but Dreamer Koi is between it and its target. And that means it's not looking where it should.
La Pucelle and Torch strike together. First, the fiery stags slam into its body, and it bellows out another terrible SCREAM as they push it back and back -- until it slams into the wall of the chamber, water and rotten fruit pulp exploding out. Where, at least, it isn't burnt. And it's pinned for a moment.
Which is when La Pucelle's great blast of cleansing light slams into it, joining with Torch's fires. The Kirin lets out one last scream, before it explodes apart into what it truly is: black smoke, the stuff of nightmares. The Night Terror puffs away into so much black smoke.
And after it, Tokyo Tower winks out of existence -- and the halves of the Titanic, the scattered props it dropped, and the freezing water. They're left on the chamber floor. Junna's on her knees, breathing hard, and staring with wide eyes.
She looks at them in turn -- La Pucelle and Torch, before they're pulled back, then Chaosbringer, and then Koi. She looks down after that. It's equal parts relief, guilt, and shame that hit her like a wave. How... how did she let it get this bad?
She looks away, but there's tears rolling down her cheeks.]
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It holds.
Sparks explode and fly, as he parries it -- and vines shoot upward, grasping the structural steel and holding it in place. From where she's crouched down, Junna stares up at it in awe. It's not lost on her what Chaosbringer is telling her through his actions: he couldn't have done this without her.
The Kirin bellows -- screams -- and there's no more words, no pretense of intelligibility. The fish scale that Nene sends flying smashes into it, its body rippling with the impact.
Its head -- half-fallen over -- turns to look at Nene and Junna. It's the latter that it gives a baleful look towards, but Dreamer Koi is between it and its target. And that means it's not looking where it should.
La Pucelle and Torch strike together. First, the fiery stags slam into its body, and it bellows out another terrible SCREAM as they push it back and back -- until it slams into the wall of the chamber, water and rotten fruit pulp exploding out. Where, at least, it isn't burnt. And it's pinned for a moment.
Which is when La Pucelle's great blast of cleansing light slams into it, joining with Torch's fires. The Kirin lets out one last scream, before it explodes apart into what it truly is: black smoke, the stuff of nightmares. The Night Terror puffs away into so much black smoke.
And after it, Tokyo Tower winks out of existence -- and the halves of the Titanic, the scattered props it dropped, and the freezing water. They're left on the chamber floor. Junna's on her knees, breathing hard, and staring with wide eyes.
She looks at them in turn -- La Pucelle and Torch, before they're pulled back, then Chaosbringer, and then Koi. She looks down after that. It's equal parts relief, guilt, and shame that hit her like a wave. How... how did she let it get this bad?
She looks away, but there's tears rolling down her cheeks.]
Th-thank you. [Then, more choked:] I'm sorry.