Event 3: The Corrupted Hero

[letsplayamod]

Another week of Typhon's threats and promises. At some point, they really should start falling on deaf ears, wouldn't you think?

But, on this balmy Wednesday morning, there's another far more alarming sound coming from the lowest levels of the temple: someone screaming.

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Epilogue

[letsplayamod]

[Even downed as he is, various magic slamming down onto him, Odysseus raises his blade to ward off that knife and a few ribbons. But it seems that he is just a man after all, and there's only so much he can take before the onslaught overwhelms him.

One of Omega's very large bullets catches his sword hand, knocking the blade away. Just in time for Aglaea, Ranma, Ferdinand, and Vanity to surround him in a flurry of blows that dance around one another. A chair leg slashes across his shadowed form, drawing black mist while Aglae and her Garmentmaker go for a double thrust into his chest, Ferdinand going for the same from the other side.

Blades slow down, the tip just touching the wraith's chest. And Odysseus vanishes.

It seems like another attack might be readied. You're tense and feel a shadow fall behind you. It's Odysseus, still standing, facing you in front of the now opened doors.

He beholds each of you... and bows in respect. Slowly sinking into the floor until there's nothing but a dim smear in the stone.

It appears that you have prevailed once again.]

[markofnobility]

...

[Ferdinand put a fist to his heart and bows as well]

[eeeonetwothree]

[ With the battle over, Omega’s battle readiness goes down at the same time Ferdinand shows Odysseus his respect…just in time for his optic to begin sparking painfully again. ]

ARGH!

[ He doubles over, clutching it in pain… ]

[markofnobility]

Omega-!

[He's still pretty pissed after their fight, but Ferdinand isn't the type to let someone suffer when he's right there. He didn't use any magic in the fight, so he has plenty to spare]

Hold still, I'll try and fix it.

[eeeonetwothree]

I DO NOT NEED YOUR HELP!

[ Omega lashes out, threatening to strike Ferdinand with the back of his metal hand. He looms over the other warrior, expression unreadable afterwards. ]

[markofnobility]

[It's not nearly as bad as the last strike, but the threat makes him stumble back.

Unlike before Ferdinand just looks tired. And done.]

Get Seymour to do it then.

[He glares, turning away again]

[necromants]

[...Huh. Well!]

If you need any healing, let me know and I'll take care of it.

[The healing field dissipates beneath the fighters' feet now that the battle's over.]

[sweetsynergy]

[Vanity just yeets her makeshift stake through the space Odysseus occupied right as he vanishes.]

Bitch-ass motherfucker-

[Yeah that head wound is still bleeding a little, and the sleeves of her jacket are pretty slashed up from harpy feathers. Ya girl looks kinda shit at the moment.]

[yourheroine]

[Aoi looks a bit tired, walking over to Vanity with concern.]

You're bleeding, Vanity...

[sweetsynergy]

Huh- oh.

[She pauses, brushing her hand past the wound on her head, looking at the blood on her fingertips.]

That's fine, this is basically nothing.

[But her hand goes back, tugging experimentally at the sheared-off chunk of hair that's leaving her uneven- and at that, she frowns.]

Ah, dammit... how bad's it look?

[yourheroine]

...unique!

[Aoi's incredibly genuine when she says that, at least.]

Aoi can cut it even if you wanna fix it.

[Do not let her do this.]

[sweetsynergy]

[Look.]

[You know this is a bad idea. I know it's a bad idea.]

You think you can?

[vanity don't know this is a bad idea]

I was gonna trim it down myself, but if you're offering, I can spare a few tokens-

[dot dot dot]

...oh, this is a friendship thing, huh?

[catsgothistongue]

[Ranma sees the head wound first, and for all their spats, he doesn't actually want anything bad to fall upon Vanity. He makes his way over, starting to ask:]

Yo, Van, you-- Woah... [Before he sees the bush of pink hair missing from her head and laying in a clump on the ground. Woof, she got Akane'd.

And Ranma, ever the wordsmith and ever the one to consider his next words:] Nice trim.

[Big dumbass smile, oblivious to how blithe that sounds.]

[sweetsynergy]

Watch it unless you wanna match, Pigtail.

[There's actually a little more bite to that than usual, for their banter.]

[catsgothistongue]

What? It doesn't look that bad.

[Worse part is he sounds sincere.]

[sweetsynergy]

Saotome?

[She holds up a finger.]

Seriously. Shut. I will FIX THIS later, and I do not need your fucking sass.

[latinumsbetter]

Of course he just runs off after wrecking my bar. [grousing, irritated as he makes his way up from the back line.]

Alright, hold still before you get more blood on the floor--

[and he's going to reach out a hand towards that wound on her head without much preamble]

[sweetsynergy]

Ah, sorry-

[It probably looks worse than it is? Shallow and non-threatening, but very bleedy. The biggest damage was to her hair.]

It, uh. I heal faster than most humans, it shouldn't be a problem much longer.

[latinumsbetter]

You're right, it won't. [grumbled, still, as he draws a circle in the air with his finger, creating a small glowing circle identical to the one that Ferdinand has made in the past on a smaller scale and he's just going to heal that wound in her head.]

[catsgothistongue]

[Huh.

It's actually refreshing fighting an honorable opponent who knows when they're beat to raise their flag. When Odysseus bows and melts into the floor, Ranma mirrors him and bows as a show of respect... sans the melty part.]

[yourheroine]

You're so cool, Ranma.

[Aoi looks over at him.]

Are you ok? You stopped Aoi from getting hurt.

[catsgothistongue]

[Ranma beams, his wounded pride over letting the earlier attack hit him balm and remedied thanks to Aoi's words. He winks and gives the girl a thumbs up to show he's a-okay. Minus the bleeding back but that's not a major problem for him.]

Think nothin' of it. [Waving off that first concern, his standard smile remaining static.] It's just what us martial artists do. I should be thankin' you, your god power really helped.

[pariunt]

[Hm.

That was... bizarre.]

...Thank you, Omega.

[That's all he says, before leaving.]

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Omega says nothing to Astarion, he’s distracted. ]

[fillets]

Well...! I much prefer this warrior to the last few, at least.