remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
It was intriguing, to not be wholly involved in orchestrating, in planning, in trying to come with ways to combat – to be the adversary, the instigator, the provocateur. More than once he allowed the flames to dance (bored, albeit a bit juvenile, machinations not necessary at the moment), a promise of burning potential had this been any other circumstance, waiting, weighing out their odds, listening to the collaboration. Maea’s water wasn’t a surprise – a likely suspect given the entanglements he’d provided. He did arch a brow at her notions of attacking him to cease the play altogether, a subtle shrug inwardly, knowing his capabilities, his own tactics readily at display if necessary. Her leadership instincts, to draw herself up at the helm, were intriguing – he wondered how often she’d had to do these same damned things, reaching and plucking and striving to unite everyone at the forefront of their current debacle. If anyone would bristle, hiss, or claw at the commands.
Unfortunately, nothing goes quite to plan. Something else they’d all experience, again and again and again.
Maea’s dome of water looked substantial, as if it would shield the rest of them – but the press of heat, the demand of fire, the coiling of ferocity might have just been far too much more. It hissed, steamed, and fell apart, fracturing as the flames rose higher and higher.
Which meant there was a domino effect. No pathway, no guard for Jigano’s earth magic rendered it almost pointless – the inferno raged and tore through the mound, eating away at earthen wares, hungry, avaricious, clambering for more.
Rexanna’s water incantations were met with a similar accord; almost smited indignantly, and from behind the wall of flames Deimos winced at these tides of misfortune. The fireballs hastened downward, slowed down in case the Ascended Queen or anyone else in their reach needed to dodge, but otherwise carried on their pace, their energy, their zest.
Only Hotaru managed to do anything successful: a makeshift shield for Rexanna, ensuring no harm came from the raging embers.
Still a challenge then – and so he waited, palms still outward, pondering what scheme they would come up with next. Had it been a series of bad luck (often something weighing down their parameters and potential within more difficult, daring sojourns) or something else?
Because it amused him, Deimos drew the wall of flames higher, a threatening, overbearing, overwhelming, overpowering wake, the heat pressing, clawing, down along summer calamities. The fireballs grew in diameter, plunging, plunging, plunging towards the four.
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Eeeeeesh, bad rolls fam. You may decide if you would like to take damage from the fireballs.
Deimos has made the wall higher, and added some more fireballs!
Maea’s dome does not hold (MISS).
Jigano’s earth mound does not hold (MISS).
Rexanna’s water does nothing (MISS).
Hotaru successfully creates a shield for Rexanna (HIT).
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
