October Event Log

[magicademymods]

October Event Log Visitors Visitors from other Magicademies aren't uncommon, of course. Diatu is home not only to the Sundered and their arrival, but also a dragon, the legacies of Anastara Diatu, Headmaster Birony, and that place that serves chili. It is uncommon for them to all show up in matching black robes like they just stalked out of a warlock convention, but then again, Diatu Magicademy has long since lost any idea of what normal behavior is. They bring an artifact, which apparently is draconic in nature, and to that extent, they ask to speak to Professor Ire regarding it. Naturally, the good Professor agrees, joining them on the Walk. Within one second of his arrival, golden chains of magic lash around his neck -- one from each of the visitors, who then begin to tighten them. Warcry Ire's roar is not subtle, nor is the way it chokes off. Within moments, pandemonium reins. For those brave souls who wish to engage the foreign wizards, know this: they are powerful, strangely so, with an odd force behind their spells and defenses that explains how they are strong enough to corral a dragon. They show no emotion, they feel no pain, and they will not let their attack on Ire fade for a second. But this is their weakness: much of their power is bound up in that attack. Their focus is primarily on the dragon, and so they do not defend themselves by simply slaying all who oppose them. They have one mission and one mission only. They have assistance, though. One of them has opened a portal, allowing hordes of devilish imps to run loose, heedless of the damage they might cause. These imps are sharp-toothed, sharp-clawed, and terribly quick, and they desire only to hurt and kill. Of course, the students of Diatu Magicademy are no cowards, and no pushovers; spells fly in response, explosions fill the air and singe hair off those too close, and the battle is sudden chaos worsening every minute as more imps pour out of the portal and more students race from every corner of the campus to join the fray. Tilt Where the hell is Headmaster Birony? Shouldn't she be deus ex machina-ing these situation like the absurdly-powerful wizard that she is, all evidence aside? That question receives a partial answer when the entire island of Ascelion drops six feet straight down. The drop is faster than gravity, as if something is in fact trying to pull the island down -- which means all people and all things upon it fall slower than it descends. The impact that comes when the island suddenly stops, and stops its inhabitants a moment later, is bone-jarring. Items shatter and snap across the island, canals overtop their channels and pour water onto the streets, bruises and sprains and breaks from the sudden blow are not the worst injuries inflicted. Then the island begins to lurch about like a Valhudor student after five straight days of partying, spinning and twisting and jerking around in midair. Students tumble to the ground in droves, exposing themselves to the imps as the tide of battle suddenly shifts. And shifts somewhat back, as the Professors arrive on scene, their powerful magics making up for the loss of support from the students. Tumbling, pitching, tilting, whirling, but the battle rages on still. Run away or fight, or simply try to help however you can... Slow and Steady Victory The dragon wizard Grieve accounted for almost everything. His magic, which humans would call Dictation, has rendered his human puppets strong and powerful. His scheme to unleash imps on the grounds has kept the students and faculty from focusing on freeing his victim. His assault on Ascelion itself keeps that meddling Headmaster occupied. Yes, the resistance has proven stronger than expected, but he is certain he will win! Grieve did not account for two things. First, Diatu is a ridiculous place. And second, he forgot that the Magicademy has one more sets of defenders. First one imp dies, cut in half by a sword stroke too swift for the eye. Then another, impaled by a spear which withdraws like the flick of an eyelash. Then a third, smashed ruthlessly as if by a giant's fist. Three allies arrive, to turn the tide: Ballet the Land Whale, wielding her sword; Tango the Land Dolphin, master of the spear; and Waltz the Land Wholphin, coming into her own as a student of the warhammer. With their ability to swim through the ground effortlessly, the cetaceans can strike at the imps from surprise and safety, which is all the forces of Diatu Magicademy need to begin pushing back! If you want to take out a wizard, close the portal, or sever the spells that bind Ire, now is the time to do it! Recovery The battle is won. Not without cost. The wizards have been taken into custody, though it's probably futile; when the dragon's magic released their minds, they were only confused and baffled at their situations. They likely remember nothing. Ire is all right. Despite the pain of the attack, he's honestly touched that the school rallied to his defense. But the students, the Magicademy, the city -- all of them have suffered from being shaken like the fruit pieces inside a gelatin getting slapped. Injuries, some critical, and property damage, often extensive, spread out in waves. That was a pretty rough time of it. But at least now you can breathe. Right? RIGHT?!

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OTA

[serpentinthegarden]

Visitors

The visitors seemed cool at first. The matching outfits were a little kitschy but they were basic black and who could go wrong with that?

Crowley watched them parade past, leaning on the side of his Not!Bentley until he caught the briefest of glimpses at the artifact they had brought along with them. Just a glimmer of... maybe gold, or something that sparkled in the sunlight, brought him slithering over to see if he could get a better look.

"Wazzit? Is that some kind of trophy... Best Synchronized Robed Marching?"
He spoke very quickly as the object was snatched from it's bearer's hands, not to be stolen really, but... all Hell broke loose anyway.


Warcry

Literally. A portal to Hell opened up and a flood of imps emptied itself out into the middle of campus.

Crowley wasn't too worried. Imps were annoying but a bit dim overall and he was fully prepared to take control of this situation by showing off his demonic authority and having these creatures swap sides. Imps were hell-bound to follow demonic orders after all. Instead, as he squared his shoulders and prepared for an on the fly amazing army turning speech filled with lies and false promises, he was caught sideways by a blast from the mage whose magical artifact he had captured. Opps... forgot about that guy.


Tilt

It was a fall...

A hell of a long fall...

A fall far longer than it should have been...

And faster...

He shouldn't have been falling this far or this fast...

Where was the groun-- OOOPHF!!

And there it was just as quickly as it had been lost. The ground reached up to smack the demon across the face and automatically drive his wings to appear from the force of the impact... or from the spell that had sent him on his mid-air cartwheeling maneuver through the stratosphere. It hurt... And his wings drifted useless down to cover his discarded body.

Visitors

[phoenixwiz]

“Huh, I guess that they are trying to beat Viktor’s school for being better in synch with their entrance,” Harry shrugs from a corner of the arrival lobby, this is suspiciously reminding him of the time when Beauxbatons and Durmstrang once came to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament and how their entrances turned out.

He wasn’t sure if this is from months of training or a hex, but he is still trying not to make any suspicious guesses. Then chaos ensues as the marching got disrupted by the trophy being stolen that Harry soon finds himself watching the whole thing unfold.

Re: OTA

[mal_contented]

Mal was swooping, seeing someone fall. She caught him neatly around the waist as carefully as she could. As she was pulling back up she realized who she had caught...

She roared her frustration as she adjusted her position in the sky to follow the land down at her own pace in case she needed to save anyone else. She had another forepaw. She thought she might be able to catch with her feet, but she didn't know how to see to line that up. Same for her tail. But she could try.

And with luck maybe Crowley would never realize who the purple dragon that caught him happened to be....

Warcry

[letteropener]

From out of the blue dropped a pony, slamming into the ground on all four hooves with a surprisingly heavy impact. Wings spread protectively, she lashed out with a bolt of golden light from her horn that sent the wizard backwards at speed.

"Are you all right?" she asked over her shoulder, a nimbus of light still shiting around her.

[temptationaccomplished]

Warcry

Aziraphale isn't anywhere near the commotion when it starts, but Ire's roar interrupts his lunch and sends him searching for the disruption, fearing the worst.

By the time he arrives anywhere near the scene, there are imps everywhere. His first instinct is not to rescue Ire, but to put a stop to this immediate danger and protect the other students.

Holy water probably won't work against these imps, and it isn't really worth the risk with beings like Crowley and that Beetlejuice fellow around--so he calls upon lessons studied over two years ago to prevent something just like this:

He's not nearly fast enough with binding glyphs, not for his liking, but he's not interested in killing (even terrible imps). Instead, he draws glyphs, fighting off the imps as he works until he can lure one after another into his traps.


Tilt and Fall

The ground falls out from underneath him and he feels momentarily that hangtime of one of those ridiculous carnival rides, or of a certain coyote realizing there's no cliff underneath.

There's enough time to fear, but not enough time for much else.

He's aware of the ground approaching and then, briefly.... nothing.

Face bloodied and wrist broken, it's a miracle he's not dead. Or not a miracle, because he doesn't recall casting one, at least not for himself. He may have tried to cast one generally into the magic academy, but he's not even sure it succeeded with his powers dampened here as they are.

His head is pounding and the world spins in front of his eyes as he tries to right himself. The wings he had instinctively opened feel unfamiliar and in the way.

Confused and dazed, he's not sure what is happening, if this is a good omen or a bad one, but he needs to help people. He needs to find his people.


Victory and Aftermath

He sees their heroes turning the tide and musters some strength and focus to attempt to help with the portal.

Afterwards, staggering around the school-turned-battlefield, he tries to assist the injured, all the while very clearly looking for someone.

tilt and fall

[blue_ice]

Seto has a very special affinity with Professor Ire, so naturally seeing a kidnapping attempt alarms him. He quickly realizes that a direct assault won't work yet, so he focuses on blocking the imps while he thinks. He's especially skilled at shield spells, fortunately.

Unfortunately, it's hard to draw a glyph while you're falling through the air.

He hits the ground hard, hissing in pain...only to find Mr. Fell doing the same. This sure is frustrating, isn't it. He offers a hand, biting his lip to hold in another exclamation. Oh, this was a painful one.

"How are we supposed to do anything without stable ground?"

Aftermath

[noasark]

"Uggggggh...."

Noa is not particularly one for direct combat, but that didn't mean he wasn't out there anyway. He had Adelai take full advantage of the army of penguins at the little Emperor's call, and in the meantime had been casting as many fantastics as he well could in order to distract and disorient the applicable opponents.

(Illusions weren't really doing much for the lot leashing the dragon after all, but it was great for everything else)

Still, no one gets out of that unscathed, and he's currently....sitting. Just for now. Just for a bit of air.

He feels like he did something to his arm, but he doesn't really want to move to check it. Seeing Aziraphale, he gives a small wave with the other arm. Can't quite manage a smile though. Things hurt a bit much. Ow.

Warcry

[gunbladegrrl]

You know who didn't mind killing imps? This girl. You know who was plowing into the fray with a grin of mad delight and her gunblades cleaving explosive swaths through the imps? This girl.

"Hey, are you holding back?!"

A PURPLE DRAGON OTA (Please talk to me if you think your character would know who this is)

[mal_contented]

Warcry

Mal first became aware anything was unusual - what counted as unusual in this place, anyway? - when she heard that roar. It was a good thing she had been alone on a rooftop painting when she heard it, because instinct took over, transforming her. Of course, she still wasn't fully sure how to transform intentionally. So instinct was the only way it was happening for now. (Really she was just glad she turned back after last time!)

Transformed into a purple dragon, Mal's roar shook the sky as she took flight towards the first cry. She saw what was going on and fury filled her. She wasn't sure if the attack was against that one dragon in specific, or if someone had declared open season on her mother's people. If there was a reason, she was aware as she circled, she could be joining the wrong side.

But two thing convinced her that protecting the dragon wasn't the wrong side. For one it was not purple. Thus not her mother. Not Mad Madam Mim. The other? she recognized some of the other defenders. Or at least their uniforms. Her fellow sundered. That was enough for her.

She tucked her wings and dove at the idiots with the magical leashes. Of course, like them she was suffering from tunnel vision like single focus. Which means if anyone has heard rumors of a marauding purple dragon harassing the locals last month that might want to get a shot off at her, or who might want to try something else she's not paying attention. Or maybe you see someone else going after her and want to help...? Or just try to jump on and see how long before she scapes you off her back?

Tilt

Thank evil she was flying! When the ground dropped away her wings flared and she had a long moment of "Wait, what?!" before she realized what had happened. Not the why, but the what. And that people were in trouble. If you aren't someone she knows and dislikes, you might find a purple claw around your middle catching you...

Recovery
With things seeming settled, the purple dragon wheeled away, looking for a high and hidden place to transform back. Hopefully near where she left her knapsack. Anyone want to find her as she tries to find the spot where she had left her stuff...?

Warcry

[gunbladegrrl]

Thinking quick, Maria followed a quick chain of logic, that went thusly: there are only two dragons in Diatu, Ire and Spyro; Ire was the only native dragon not hostile to humans; Spyro was the only Sundered dragon; therefore, this dragon must be a native, and thus must be hostile.

Of course, it was flying, too, so that was inconvenient. Maria drew back her hand, focused on her paramagic stock, then stabbed a finger forward. "Suck Thundaga!" she snarled, as a massive bolt of lightning crackled out towards the presumed-enemy wyrm.

Sho Minamimoto OTA (CW: gun violence, violence, death mentions, bad math puns)

[grim_heaper]

Tilt

The first Minamimoto was aware anything was wrong was when the whole land started falling out from under them. He chalked the roar up to "these things just happen here" and kept working on his trash sculpture.

Then the land vanished from under him. There was a moment of him not caring as he summoned his wings and...

As he failed to summon his wings...

There was a look of "oh four factorials!" on his face as he dropped. This whole not having access to his reaper powers was finally becoming a serious issue.

Not that he was scared of dying, mind. He was already dead. He just wasn't fond of pain.

Someone want to catch him - or laugh at him - before he has to get.... creative?


Recovery
It was all over. Whatever it was. And he was in as many pieces as he had been before, plus or minus a variable no greater than two. He was prepared to be enraged about th state of his art until he stepped outside and saw the grounds.

There was

SO

MUCH

DEBRIS

TO

COLLECT!

So Zeta yes!

The Grim Heaper will be spending the foreseeable getting in the way of people trying to repair things as he tries to harvest the broken bits for his art...

Tilt

[travelpants]

Oh hey Sho, one of your 'willing' Art students just witnessed the wing summoning failure and is trying to find a way to save you from having dirt and grass for lunch. Lena looks around to find anything and even thinking of a Discovery spell and sigil she could use to save Sho while avoiding attacks here, there, everywhere from both sides with Marly trailing behind her.

Somehow during the chaotic fight, someone or something cast or threw a bed mattress onto the ground, giving Lena an idea to drag that mattress across the campus to where she thinks he might land onto. Hopefully it is going to work in her favor.

Loki Laufeyson/Odinson | OTA

[whose_son_am_i]

Warcry and Tilt
Loki knew his magic here was not as strong as the world's native magic. It was why he had been studying and studying hard. But that didn't mean he wouldn't use his own magic effectively too. He headed out to join the battle, conjuring his own dagger and Discovering another in his hand as he headed into the battle. Bringing illusionary duplicates of himself into the fray, to help confuse the imps. Letting spells fly for creating wind to trip and dizzy, or fire, or even pure mage energy via thaumaturgy with his daggers as a focus.

When the world went down he like others went with it. Uncomfortably reminded of when he'd fallen for 30 minutes thanks to that upstart Wizard back home. Even though he was not considered a 'proper' warrior in many ways by Asgardians, he still was a warrior and had been trained as a prince should be. So he moved to adapt and did his best to keep his footing, or get to his feet quickly.

Slow and Steady Victory
Loki himself was distracted by the new arrivals for all of a second. Before taking advantage of it to finish off the imp he'd been battling, and back into the battle it was. Heading towards the wizards, as that would be the easiest way to end this. His daggers were lethally sharp, and he was dodging and weaving through the imps towards where the enemy-spellcasters were holding Ire.

Recovery
Well, that had been...invigorating in some ways, and frustrating in others. Loki had been pleased to see that his skills in native magic had grown. Was still frustrated that his own magic was weaker, even though he'd used his abilities in illusions as skillfully as he ever did. Now though, now it was over....
Except it didn't feel over--not least of which because there was much to do to repair and fix what had happened.

Warcry and Tilt

[travelpants]

Despite not being a fighter herself, Lena does try her best to diffuse the situation through her Discovery with Marly by her side. With her wand at hand, she recalls every lesson and sigil that Professor Trammel has taught her up to this moment to create flashes of fire at the imps and sometimes small waves of water to get them temporarily blinded.

So it is during this fight among possessed visiting wizards that Lena manages to find Loki plowing through another wave of imps as well.

"Hey, do you want to team up in taking on these imps?" she asks the god of mischief as she casts more flames to ward them off.

Slow and Steady... (for penguin context...noa's familiar is the literal Emperor of all penguins, so)

[noasark]

There is something making it just a bit easier to avoid those imps- specifically, something seems to be disorienting them...a lot. It's a simple instrument, the ocarina, but Noa appears to be channeling Fantastics into the sort of ongoing march and theme that comes in dramatic movies, during great and unchallenged rushes into battle.

The Imps, in turn, are finding themselves simply...unable to get as close as they want.

It's rather...Fantastic actually, not that there's really time to pay attention to that.

...

Nor is there time to pay attention to the penguins charging the imps at the wayside. Don't worry about it.

Warcry and Tilt

[sweetsummerchild03]

Despite her appearance, June had been given some combat training in preparation for F.O.W.L.'s plans against the McDuck family, and while she may not be as good as Webby or even May, she could definitely hold her own with regular hand-to-hand combat.

Adding magic to that, though, was a bit unpredictable, but June was going to give it her best shot anyway.

For the moment, though, she was foregoing some of the more complicated magical spells and gestures, and instead using her Wind Wand to break up and blow away some of the imps, before jumping in and fighting the remaining ones.

Warcry and Tilt

[letteropener]

A shimmer of golden light caught Loki before he could take another tumble, holding him just off the ground as Celestia swooped in.

"This is getting out of control very quickly!" she exclaimed, wings beating swiftly to keep her place in midair.

Alec Hardy | OTA

[scotch_egg]

War Cry

God, it's chaos. Alec doesn't know what he's looking at, but thankfully there's hardly any time to think. Spells are flying thick and fast and his heart is racing but it better bloody well hold out. He grits his teeth as a spell from behind nearly takes his ear off. He ignores the singeing burn to shout over his shoulder.

"Pay attention, idiots! Bloody hell! Work together instead of flinging spells about." No one seems to hear him. No one seems to listen. Everyone is preoccupied which is just as well. He flits around the battlefield, doing what he can, firing spells and trying to avoid being hit.

An imp comes straight for his throat and he grunts as it hits, skidding to one knee, cursing as the teeth bare down. Only the strange whip-dog, biting the creatures leg and pulling kept it from going further. Still as the pressure increased, Alec wasn't sure he wouldn't get his throat ripped out.


Tilt

"Shit!" He falls and lands hard, snapping an arm as he does so. His heart is raging but somehow or another he manages to get to his feet, staggering upright ignoring the pain. The whip dog unwinds itself and wraps around his arm and shoulder like a sling. Alec doesn't know what to make of it, but spotting someone nearby who is still recovering from the fall, knows he doesn't have a second to think.

A wave of imps are coming.

"Stay down!" He has mostly stopped bleeding but on a kind of instinct he reopens the wound at his throat with blunt nails and flings whips of blood at the wave of tiny demons. "Get out while you can! I'll hold them off, but I can't for long..."


Recovery

Don't mind him. He's just hunched up against a blasted bit of wall, trying and failing not to have a heart attack. He'll be fine in a minute, really. And if he's not... well...

Tilt

[temptationaccomplished]

One of the imps stops suddenly, as if hitting a wall, trapped in a hastily drawn glyph. The another, the one closest to Alec, finds itself halfway across the campus and if lucky, still on the floating island. It isn't lucky. The angel is not feeling charitable and the impulsive miracle leaves him even more visibly tired.

"I hope you aren't planning to sacrifice yourself," he says, attempting to sound more annoyed than distressed. He's bloody and bruised; hasn't had the strength to spare a miracle to deal with the blood in his hair or the break in his wrist, not when there are more pressing things to save his natural power for. His gaze lingers critically on Alec's injured neck. "Would be a terrible waste."

Recovery... sorta

[serpentinthegarden]

He stumbled out of the milling throng of imps still being driven back by the weirdness of the academy but was in fairly decent shape considering... It was more than their impish lives were worth to attack a demon so his injuries had mostly come from that unhappy fall when the entire island had dropped. His ribs hurt and one hand clutched at them as he moved but nothing was actually broken. He was merely winded and likely to end up sporting one hell of a bruise come later this evening.

Not that any of this really factored into his thinking. Crowley searched the crowd of those on the sidelines desperately looking for a sprig of white hair, some brilliantly unfurled wings, and slightly cursing everyone who was not the angel he was looking for... Until he spotted Alec.

"You!"

The demon's eyes flashed red, not by actually changing color but through the fury of recognition. How dare you not be Aziraphale thoughts wrestled in direct competition with how dare you be this injured.

"Where is he?"

The question was growled even as Alec's arm was slung over his shoulder, painfully dragging the idiot along to the school nurse's station.

War Cry

[whose_son_am_i]

A bolt of green magic shot into the imp, distracting it enough for a follow up strike of ice. Cast with a dagger as focus, Loki'd instinctively used his own magic first before using Discovery. "Take a moment and get back, idiot."

He's sliding in with daggers flashing, striking and also casting sigils and gestures to call ice, fire, wind. All interspersed with bits of his own green-magic bolts, that while weaker, added to the chaos. Moving to buy Alec and his familiar-beast some time.

Warcry

[knightofbooks]

“And how do you suggest we do that?” Vio asked back once he had a moment. Seems someone did hear him.

Ah-! Vio dodged one of the attacks, a cut to his cheek. “Ng-! Dominic!”

Stepping back and letting the blur of his familiar take out the imp, Vio looked over his shoulder at Alec. “Cause I’m all ears!”

OTA

[smilingarmor]

Warcry

An invasion of nasty monsters bent on death and destruction? Now wasn't this an unpleasantly familiar scene. Sylvando would have given quite a bit for a sword just then; he had been planning to buy one- or perhaps even commission Eleven to make him one if he wasn't too busy- but up until now, there hadn't seemed to be any rush. This whole business was going to move it significantly up the priority list.

But the fact remained that he didn't have a sword at the moment, so he had to make do. A quick glance around revealed a good length of sturdy woven leather cord laying on top of a nearby shipping crate; normally it would be used to bind just such crates to a wagon for transport, but it would also serve well enough as a makeshift whip. Snatching it up, he gave it a good crack, striking several imps and sending them stumbling into each other.

"Alright you nasty little things," he said. "Time for the Great Sylvando to teach you a lesson!" And thus, with weapon in hand and magic at the ready, he began fighting his way through the horde of imps towards both the portal that was spawning them and their imperiled draconic professor. On the way though, he kept an eye out for any of his fellow students who seemed to need his help.

Tilt

To say that the ground suddenly dropping out from under them was unexpected would be an understatement. But Sylv was both a trained acrobat and a trained knight, and one of the first things to learn with either acrobatics or dueling? Was how to fall safely, in a way that spread out the force of the impact and minimized the chance of injury. Thus, though his landing wasn't as graceful as he would have liked, Sylv managed to land safely and roll back to his feet in time to avoid too much undue attention from the imps.

But he'd scarcely readied his makeshift whip for another good lashing at the creatures, when everything suddenly lurched in one direction, then the opposite. Then another. Then tilted at a shallow but odd angle before jerking back. Even Sylvando was having trouble keeping his feet amid all that, at least at first.

The good news was that the imps were being tossed around just like everything else. The bad news was that the students and various potentially hazardous objects were being thrown into the imps and into each other, complicating matters further. "I'm all for shaking up the status quo, but this is ridiculous!", Sylvando said. Perhaps he could spin the rather erratic series of jumps and shifts of weight he was having to do to keep up with the lurching and pitching ground into a new dance later, but for now there were still monsters to deal with and a dragon in mortal danger.

Once he realized that treating it like being on a ship's deck in a storm was helpful, the fighting got a bit easier. A Hot Lick drove a nearby group of Imps back into the path of a professor's spell. Another group were mesmerized by a few well chosen notes just in time to be crushed as a stone window-box broke loose from an upper floor of a nearby building and fell on them. Still others might be sent to sleep with a bit of Hypno-whip artistry, only to become projectiles sent tumbling senselessly into their fellows as the city lurched again.

Yes, Sylv was doing reasonably well, all things considered. But that didn't mean he couldn't use some help. Or that he wouldn't be on the lookout for people particularly in need of his help even as the denizens of the Academy began to push back against the invaders.

Recovery

"Ai-yai-yai, what a mess," Sylvando said with a sigh as he surveyed the damage after the battle. 'Mess' was putting it extremely mildly. The whole sections of the city were in shambles and nowhere had escaped entirely unscathed. But more immediate than the property damage, there were injuries that needed tending to.

Thankfully, there was a dance for that. Hustle Dance might not be quite as effective here as it was back home, but it could at least take care of most moderate injuries, and best of all? It could be used on multiple people at once, which was extremely useful given the number of people in need of healing.

And if he wasn't dancing up a healing spell or three, Sylvando was trying to keep morale up as the students, teachers, and citizenry alike set about cleanup and rebuilding. After all, if he couldn't shift debris and lead people in a simple, rhythmic song to make the work seem to go faster at the same time, how could he call himself the Great Sylvando?

Tilt

[scotch_egg]

Alec was not doing so well. Bloodied, his arm in a makeshift sling, he was doing his best to fight with whips, more like a scourge with many strands coming from a single handle. He's not as practiced as the other man though does his best not to injure anyone even as he slides and staggers in the whirling dervish of whatever the hell is going on. At some point he staggers into Sylvando hard, completely losing his footing. Here was hoping no imps took the opportunity.

Vio | OTA

[knightofbooks]

A. [Get Moving, Hero! (Warcry)]
When Vio heard the roar, he stopped in his reading and immediately grabbed his familiar and the hamster ball. Without his sword and Vio's own limited understanding of magic, he decided early on that if anything happened, he'd use Dominic's speed to his advantage. (Much to the familiar's current dismay.)

It was once that Vio joined the battle, that he saw the imps. "Oh Din..." He mumbled. Regardless, he got ready to throw the hamster ball at the nearest imp.

A.5. [Twilight Wants His Wolf Back]
Regardless of the...somewhat functional? Nonsensical way Vio’s been taking care of the imps, it. Was not as effective as he’d like. (though it was pretty neat to work with Dominic’s speed as a weapon) So while Dominic got into the groove of ramming into the imps, Vio had found Spyro.

And with Spyro’s permission and shape shifting mirror, instead of a defenseless hylian, a purple wolf has joined the fray. Claw for a claw, eh?

“Watch out!” The purple wolf warned before pouncing on one of those troublesome imps.

B. [Have a Nice Fall! (Tilt)]
Oh goddesses-! In the moment the land was gone, Vio stared down. Nonononono-

"AAAHHH!" Yup, he's falling. He's falling a great deal, oh no. Oh no! As Vio adjusted himself, trying to see where his familiar was and if he could possibly save himself somehow, BAM! Right into the ground.

Vio's sure he heard a crack somewhere. At the very least, there's white hot pain travelling his foreleg. "Nng-!"

Should’ve picked something with wings.

C. [Recovery]
Victory... A chance to breathe. Vio let out a small sigh in relief. He hobbled to a wall and laid down, trying to mind his injured right foreleg. His ears flattened, blue eyes taking in all the damage. With a small sigh, he closed his eyes. This was not how things were supposed to go...

A

[holdyourhorns]

Currently, Spyro was frustrated that he personally wasn't gaining much ground against the growing horde of imps.

Sparx valiantly continued to stick by the small purple dragon's side, though hovering above in the air and blasting stings of pure energy at any that thinks the dragonfly is an easier target than their (still) young charge.

Eventually, the dragon loses track of where he is from all the headbutting he's doing on imps trying to jump at him from behind. And it's lucky that hamster ball isn't too close to one of the many bursts of flame he spews out here and there. And it's only by chance that Spyro catches a proper glimpse of Vio and it's nice that there's a supersonic hamster to give the two some breathing room within their immediate surroundings.

"Hey, what's someone like you doing in all this without a wand or something?" Spyro asked, frowning at the hylian.

Erik | OTA

[sentbytheseer]

Warcry --

You know, Erik had seen enough in his time to suspect those guys in the matchy-matchy cloaks were bad news, but he had no idea how bad of news they were until everything had already started to go down.

Never fully comfortable with magic, but a determined fighter, he had no qualms attempting to dispel or take down the imps with his new Spinnyrang. First time truly putting the thing to the test as anything but a novelty, he was pretty pleased with the results, knocking imps out of the sky and off balance or down for the count as they threatened the school.

Tilt -- Go Go Gadgetcopter! and Battle

The Spinnyrang was pretty nifty, too, when the world dropped out from under him. Erik grabbed the nearest person he saw, or let them grab him, and let the spinnyrang do its work: the circular boomerang hovering them like it was a propeller. It made the landing much softer, and as a result, he was ready to go for the next part of the battle.

...the battle whales were a bit of a surprise; did every world have battle whales?

Unable to provide medical spell aid, he focused instead on defeating the immediate threats. He set to work trying to take down the wizards, or at least pull their attention while someone else could take them down, and providing the usual agile, quick support he always was in battle.

"You want a piece of this? Come and get it."

Tilt

[smilingarmor]

Sylvando had only recently regained his own footing when he heard a familiar voice. A quick lashing to take out a group of imps, and he turned to see if he'd heard correctly. He had. Despite the situation, his face broke into a grin. "Erik, darling!", he called out. "So wonderful to finally see you again! Though I'm afraid that catching up is going to have to wait a tiny bit longer."