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>>221586
[Ooh, nice try, but Goran's skin is magic nullifying on CONTACT, so... if you try to magic the ground under him, it will be annulled, as said ground is in contact with his feet. The guy's a jerk, isn't he?]
>>221587
>Let live after duel
[Wait, you intended to let him LIVE after the duel? ...Huh.]
>>221588
[....You ARE aware this is a mountain's worth of snow, right? Mordre cannot Geomance 'hard' enough to do that. Or to put it more technically, he does not possess sufficient mastery of the realm of magic titled Geomancy, or total soul strength, to support a casting of sufficient size to flat out block an avalanche. Natural disasters are called such for a reason. This is... what, somewhere around two thousand tons of snow? And that's not counting the stones and dirt picked up in the process... or other particulates...]
>>221605
[The only mines left un-triggered are around the perimeter of Mordreden where Gorkin clan members are not present. As such, nothing would be harmed by triggering said mines.]
>>221685
[Eh, about... twenty, thirty seconds max till AVALAAAAAAAAAAAANCHE.]
>>221813
[You can sink into the ground via Geomancy, but SLOWLY. Not very direct combat viable, but AWESOME for sneak attack, if you have enough foreknowledge.]
>>221589
>>221707
My thoughts stretch out to Phohn, as my mind turns to those less... durable than myself, those of my allies bound to the frailties of flesh. I implore the communication based Deep Spawn to disseminate the warning, the dire words of this coming doom, the cold death rushing down the mountainside. I do not hear a response from Phohn for seven long, agonizing seconds, but finally he informs me that those of the Drazken Clan, as well as Keddic and Bang, have all been informed of the coming disaster. I see his words to be true as Lorgk's face contorts in frustrated impotence as he regards both the coming tide of snow and Goran's form, and reluctantly leads those still alive, Oggroth, Keddic and Ugrokk among them back within the walls of Mordreden, to take shelter from the coming tide. Goran notes the abrupt retreat of those who had just seconds ago engaged him with a bravery bordering on insanity, and his gaze finally turns to encompass the swelling and nearing wall of white, before he turns to face me again, noting myself to be the only non-Deep Spawn alligned against him to still stand their ground.
"TURNING THE WORLD AGAINST ME...
AN ADMIRABLE EFFORT, BUT FOR NAUGHT-
I WILL PERSIST THROUGH THIS, MORDRE!!"
>>221591
>>221607
>>221609
>>221613
>>221637
>>221638
>>221643
Even as Goran the Magic Eater once more addresses me, assuming the avalanche to be of my own making, I am moving, my mouth gaping. I focus on those souls recently released, the Gorkin Shamans slain after my magical annulment, looking to harvest more magical might to direct against this overgrown and overpowered Premen before me. Goran notes my abrupt retreat from his form, and within seconds of my turning to near the shaman souls, I hear his cry of outrage rumble even higher than the now deafening sound of crashing snow, and the heavy thud, thud, thud of his weighty limbs carrying him after me. I do what I can to ignore it, my eyes only on those souls I could claim, as they stream into my maw.
[MORDRE HAS CONSUMED 87 PREMEN SHAMAN SOULS]
[MORDRE HAS GAINED BASIC COMPETENCY IN: KINITEMANCY (Can now redirect force vectors or create new ones at will with sufficient magic behind it), IGNIMANCY (Can now start building electrical charges to create positive or negative bolts of energy, charge-up required to use), and BLOOD MAGIC (Can now fully manipulate the Blood Iron in his own form and cause it to flow, while actively causing the Blood Iron particulates in his form to flow has full access to Blood Magic as a fuel source {causing Blood Iron to flow requires intense concentration currently}]
I start turning about, whipping my metal form around as swiftly as I can in the hopes of facing the ever-nearing Goran, but my gaze shows my efforts are for naught, the Magic Eater having already closed the gap while I was distracted harvesting the remnants of life about the battlefield. A fist swings forward, a beige blur as I feel intense energy, a sense of dread imbuing its existence. My Sable Executioner writhes, tentacles moving to intercept the blow, as my left hand likewise moves to intercept the impact, but all of this is blown away, horrendous shock-waves emanating from that fell fist throwing them aside and exposing my chest. The fist hits me, and for the briefest of instants, I can see my own form being lifted from the ground by this monstrous uppercut suffused with magic, before-
The Baleful Eyes of Winter shatter, their rigid crystalline forms unable to withstand the torrential flood of vibrations that envelope and flood my form. ...The Amaranthine Annihilator is broken, my vision shattered, as ruby shards fly away from my eyes.
But even as this happens, my attention is elsewhere. I inverted the Immortal Genocide, and turned its power upon myself, and my command of Magnetomancy, forcibly stealing command of as much metal about me as I can reach, and in the barest of instants with a boom of rent air, metal scattered all about this gore soaked battlefield zooms towards me, the cloud of Blood Iron compacting into a solid core as all else gathers about it. I see Goran's eyes narrow, his lips peel back as he witness my impression of Eisenhardt, a gargantuan spike of metal, its core wholly Blood Iron, forming in the air, some fifty tons of lethal threat taking shape at my will, even as I crack open the Anti Golem Revolver Cannon, refilling its chambers as a plan races through my mind.
[SOUL BOOST: -187 souls. Total Souls Remaining: 3,089 Minimum: 12]
As I snap shut the cumbersome cannons adorning my shoulder, once more fully loaded, the metal I drew from about the battlefield finishes melding together, a gleaming spike like a divine arrow pointing at the Magic Eater, I take careful aim at its back even as I send it hurtling towards Goran, and spit out my own derisive comment to him.
"I would like to see you persist through THIS,
Magic Eater: Show me how you deal with STEEL!"
[BOOSTED TECH: TITANIC SPIKE]
As I watch Goran raise the very arm that through me skyward (I am STILL airborne from his hit, my chest bearing a crater so large my very posture is now warped, as if I were an old man with a bent back), I fire the Anti-Golem Cannon in rapid succession, six rounds rapidly hurtling forth, on a collision course with the back of the very projectile Goran now moves to block. I feel, I SEE Ozmand the Hammer's soul gathering about the shots, their velocities augmented to allow simultaneous collision with their target, and the multi-ton hunk of metal with Goran was ludicrously able to stop with but one hand at the cost of some skin, now regains its fell velocity, and where once a massive, thick-skinned, hair-coated arm existed, now shattered bone, rent flesh and flying strips of muscle stand, the first look of genuine shock painting Goran's face since this whole fight began, as he loses the very arm he claimed from Ugrokk.
[NEW COMBO MOVE: TITANIC SPIKE [BOOST] + OZMAND'S HAMMERLANCE]
I finally plummet earthward from the recoil of my six shots as my hand closes about the hilt of the Edge of Oblivion, and as the encroaching wall of white is upon us, I manage to claim the Spatial lock holding it in static form, as Goran and I are both completely consumed by a tide lacking color.
The world turns white, and silent, as pressure builds ever higher about my now held form.
GOLEM QUEST THREAD 7: COMPLETE
NEXT ARC: MORDRE MATCHES IN MELEE THE MIGHTY MAGIC MASTICATOR!
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