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[Independent Fate/ Series Multimuse RP Account, Primarily focused on Fate/Grand Order and following the English release's storyline.]

[herothrone]

saniwabito​:

It’s hard to miss eight feet of huge muscle dude, though, so…

I–She said she’d be back in ten days, so I…

I mean, I’ll try to do the mental health thing right, since, you know… well I’m not sure that’s my specialty anymore, but…

I dunno what we’re going to do other than try to contact Artemis…

I know you can do it, Memeko! You’ve got this! You can do it!! I’ll be your cheerleader the whole way, okay? Please don’t lose hope!

[herothrone]

saniwabito​:

I…

But that’s–Heracles’s is just gone?  Leonidas, I saw when he…

No, don’t apologize, I–I don’t think anyone could have… you know.  None of us could have seen “giant snake goddess calling herself Tiamat” as a thing.  I mean, to be blase, it’s a 2020 mood but..

-She kind of trails off with a weak laugh.-

I...I know...

It is strange -- his body wasn’t recovered afterwards, right? I couldn’t get a good visual for anything, but... unless he’s among the rubble somewhere..? 

...

Take some time to recover. You did your best given the circumstances -- I know you can do this. Is there anything I can do?

[herothrone]

saniwabito​:

You read my mind about what I was going to ask about next, honestly…

You wouldn’t be able to miss him if he did respawn in the bathroom.  But that means he’s–he’s not really dead, right?  

He’s…

-Her voice lowers a little.-

He’s still registered with Chaldea, right?

Yes! I can at least reassure you on that part. But...it could be that his...being turned to stone, he’s still alive, just. Y-yknow. Immobile. That’s a little more difficult than if he did just die and have to respawn, but -- if you can defeat Gorgon, then he should be just fine, in theory. 

...I’m sorry that such a thing happened. That was...

[saniwabito]

herothrone replied to your post “-Honestly, after that huge fight?  She’s not been up to much at…”

[Roman] Memeko…

Um, are there… are there any updates…? Or… uh…

[herothrone]

Uh...well, to confirm, that’s definitely not our Gorgon...but also...

No one’s seen Heracles respawn yet...

[herothrone]

[Gorgon] (At least Kingu is relatively fine, mental state excluded, and taking the task of recovering something through the rubble and smoke. It seems someone is also being escorted back to the Blood Fort before anyone can realize what has happened, or will happen. It's a net victory officially, even if the battle was brutal.)

-Kingu appears to be mostly unharmed. That’s another thing...she might be able to rip Uruk’s protector apart, but were Kingu to get caught in the crossfire...-

-No, there’s nothing left for her here. Not right now. Not yet.-

My child. Let us return for now. It wouldn’t do to have Uruk fall at this moment -- there is much more human fear to savor in the future.

-She opens her wings, revealing that many of her wounds have already healed, only the deeper ones still bleeding. If not for Hercules’ sacrifice, it might almost look like all of that fight was for nothing, nothing at all. Her voice booms despite her throat injury, shaking the already-rattled walls of Uruk.-

Humans. I’ve had enough to sate my hunger for now. I give you my gratitude for the entertainment. Now...prepare yourselves. Flee to the ends of the earth, for Uruk shall fall in ten days. 

Try in vain to save yourselves. Abandon each other. Go mad with doubt, with terror. Live like the insignificant beasts you are, crawling through the mud, desperate for shelter. 

It won’t matter. I will crush you all back to the dust from which you were so regrettably formed.

Ten days.

-With that, she herself returns to the earth, sending shockwaves through the city -- but, soon enough, the tremors weaken, and then disappear.-

[herothrone]

[Gorgon] (Though recovering should be no effort for you, you do see a volley of shots fired toward you--of actual, legitimate Divine power. Straight from this era. Perhaps, a bit late given how she was knocked out of the sky due to a white squirrel shot with terminal velocity from Kur awhile back. Uruk's hers, after all, even if there have been weird trends of her temple being packed with sheep.)

-She is. Furious.-

-Still recovering from having her head nearly sliced all the way off, she covers herself with her wings, but notes that this particular volley of arrows stings quite a bit more than the others sent her way thus far. Perhaps she’s overexerted herself...she scowls.-

-For a moment, she remains unmoving, contemplating pushing forward and eliminating that other goddess simply so she can continue her rampage without any further obstacles. But she’s hesitating due to that injury. Too angry to act.-

-Looking toward the battlefield -- where was her child..?-

[herothrone]

She let her guard down, her ego would insist. It was lucky. It was unexpected. It shouldn’t have happened. But nothing the ego would insist would undo the actual damage. 

First was the insult of her attack not destroying its target, which itself should be impossible. That that Lancer took what was likely to be a mortal hit didn’t do anything to assuage the fact that he undermined her show of force. Then the insult that that beast of a man could have broken free of her Mystic Eyes -- it sickened her. It angered her.

Each and every strike that followed was another insult. Damage compounding both to body and mind, her counterattacks were desperate, aimless writhing, failing to slow down the Berserker’s own rage. Her blood is red, too, and it gushes in rivers down her throat, down her breasts, splattering onto the ground where it scorches the earth and sends acidic steam back up into the air. Her scream of fury is weakened by the gurgle of her own blood in her throat.

Shadows peel off her body like smoke, her anger made manifest. A rage that could destroy all of Uruk if she only aimed it well -- 

One more cut and her head lolls on her shoulders, limp. She shudders, and her body briefly goes lax, except for those snakes, each having a mind of their own. They continue the counterattack where she, for a moment, cannot.

...

But she’s not done.

All of that sacrifice, all of that blood spilt, it still isn’t good enough for her. She, too, has that ability to withstand even a mortal blow. 

It takes a moment for her to gather her thoughts.

Then every serpent head, glowing red like her eyes, turns towards Hercules. They open their mouths, she gathers her energy. And the darkness of the hate that lay within her concentrates into a thousand spears that hurtle towards him, enough to block out the sun.

Thermopylae Enomotia can only do so much, having taken a bad hit already. In the end, only Leonidas and Hercules are still standing -- only Leonidas still strong enough to raise his shield, after all the rest are gone.

But she won’t be satisfied until the both of them are crushed to dust.

And Uruk with it.

[herothrone]

Grandfather..!

-It’s that last attack that makes him almost inclined to break rank and...-

-No.-

-He can’t act on the instinct of fear. What he does do, before he comes down off the wall to join the battle himself, is take the time to remove his cape.-

-This cape he then takes to Mash, and puts it around her shoulders, fastening it quickly. Briefly, he rests his hand on her shoulder, but...-

-Spartans never were much for long-winded speeches of encouragement. They were called laconic for a reason.-

Don’t let me down.

-With that, he’s gone. To the front lines. Either he comes back alive, or not at all; his shield won’t help him now.-

[rekishishuuseishuugi]

herothrone replied to your post “-Just as shocked as anyone else in Uruk, he is as well at Mother’s…”

[Gorgon] Ah, you’re here. I wanted to see what you were entertaining yourself with.

Your curiosity is understandable, Mother, but isn’t it much too soon to be bothering with such insignificant flies?  

While the Goddess of the Underworld has broken from her pledge, there is still the one stationed in the forest to contend with.

… As such, even if they would stand no chance before you…

[herothrone]

You wouldn’t deny me even this small pleasure of crushing them, would you? Besides...some of these might make for some pleasant decorative statues in my temple.

How tempting it is to just sink Uruk here and now...

[herothrone]

rolltherainbow​:

Perhaps.

If he had more of his faculties about him.

Or perhaps.

If he’d taken a little stock.

Maybe this could have been avoided.

But by the time he gets a little insight to recall the exact meaning of the mystic eyes of petrification, it’s a little too little too late.

His movement grinds, somewhat literally so, to a halt. First in a physical sense, but also alarmingly with his extremities beginning to calcify.

No amount of willpower, even depths as absurd as his, can force his body back in motion.

He cannot even let loose an indignant scream as it stands now.

Perhaps a more pressing question though is not

“Will it hold him?”

But rather

“How long can it hold him?”

It will hold him long enough.

A beast like him wouldn’t be held back permanently by a curse like this. Nor would simply crushing him underneath her gargantuan tail put him out completely, she suspects. Nor would the venom of her snakes, or their devouring of him, be a guarantee -- heroes like him tended to find absurd ways out of these things. Therefore...

She will give him the honor of being burnt to a crisp through her own power. Before he gets fully calcified, so that he can still feel it. Feel that intense heat broiling him, enough to make his skin burst open and his guts spill out, she hopes. Exciting.

Exciting.

Die.

[spiritorigins]

From Here

[She’s thinking about what to do…Would Goldy be mad if they Kaiju battled it out in the middle of Uruk? Probably, but she’s not exactly good at calmly planning out a way to not cause collateral damage.]

Uh…Um…Oh!

[Maybe she can buy the others a bit of a window? Worked on the Mud before!]

G-GAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[Its a rather loud yell, but maybe a bit too much…]

[herothrone]

-What the hell was that?-

-You stun her for one turn.-

[herothrone]

saintchunks​:

[By drawing her eyes away from Nezha, he steels himself–defenses raised, he lifts his holy sword. He doesn’t buckle at the wave of hatred sent his way, doesn’t so much as flinch. The moment one of those serpents enters his line of sight, he is tearing into them with his blade.]

Be thou serpent or dragon, those brimming with hatred and sin shall fall before the truth brought forth by Ascalon!

Come at me!

[While Georgios ducks and weaves, hoping to save at least his arms, Nezha continues to swarm around Gorgon’s head.]

Tch–

[With Tiamat’s authority, she can’t find even one exploitable spot. The one spot she’s trying to get a closer look at is her neck–a monster with no head should fall regardless. But with this size, would even her strongest strike leave even a scratch against her?]

-You could try, Nezha. You could certainly try.-

-Georgios seems well-suited to dealing damage against those snake heads, though, even as they descend upon him by the dozens, swarming. Surely there’s only so many he can handle at once. Surely he won’t be able to put up a fight forever. And while he’s busy, Gorgon is able to break away from his distraction to take note of the Berserker aggravating her lower down.-

-But don’t think she hasn’t noticed you, Nezha.-

-It shouldn’t be very difficult to swat you aside, with those great hands of hers. Or should she clap them around you like she were trying to catch -- and crush -- a fly?-

-She chooses the latter.-

[herothrone]

rolltherainbow​:

He’s too close and too lost in the haze of combat to notice or take stock of any actions or reactions. Right now he’s basically running on instinct and aggression. Maybe a tick was an apt analogy because damn but he is legitimately out for blood.

Even if he’s dwarfed by her, even if her scales are harder than steel, it doesn’t stop him from striking over and over. Trying to gouge, and tear, and reeve. 

Her on the other hand.

Maybe it’s because she’s not truly in the thick of it, but she does take note of what seems to be happening. And although she’s certain that it can’t be good, she’s know sure how she can even relay that information into such a frenzied melee.

-Little by little, you seem to be making some kind of progress. Perhaps if she could be suitably distracted by enough of you, for a long enough period of time, you could start doing real damage. It is hard enough to stay on top of her when she keeps writhing with such aggression, though. And it’s a dangerous battlefield, anyway, with arrows and spears flying -- Leonidas would trust you to avoid such things, of course, but with them deflecting off her scales or being swatted aside or otherwise being sent flying, it’s still a rather hazardous environment.-

-Eventually, though, Herc does grab her attention.-

-She doesn’t like what you’re doing, Berserker.-

-Turning your way, she directs her gaze toward you--

-And you stop.-

-Your body refuses to answer your demands to move. Those Mystic Eyes command you to stay exactly where you are.-

-And then they begin to glow as red as your blood.-

[rolltherainbow]

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He’s in no mood for words. He rarely ever is after all.

He barrels forward as fast as his legs will take him. Uncaring that this opponent is tens if not hundreds of times larger.

He’s fought against the titans themselves on occasion.

What’s one more?

Her approach is nowhere near as physical. Conjurations of flame work at her beck and call, searing, scorching, trying to inflict whatever damage they can manage.

[herothrone]

-These fleas weren’t worth her time. Unworthy of even being looked at, much less given the honor of being killed by her. But she must do what she must. The best she can hope for is that these Servants might give her a little excitement.-

-Flames tear across Gorgon’s scales, singeing them an angry red, tarnishing their golden brilliance. Were you to look close enough, you might be rewarded with the sight of Gorgon flinching from it -- but that’s all. Her focus is initially on Georgios, only because of his ability, and so she does nothing to stop Hercules’ storming towards her. He’s only noticeable due to his size in relation to the others, anyway, more of a swollen tick than a flea.-

-They might note, however, that for every attack they deal against her, she seems to be storing more and more energy, as if to gear up for something big.-

-Yes, keep attacking.-

-This won’t be to your detriment at all.-

[saintchunks]

@herothrone​ from here

[Nezha is taking flight–she keeps a distance, using this time to try and pinpoint a weak spot. She doesn’t entertain Gorgon’s posturing, doesn’t even register it. She’s lived amongst gods, this is nothing.]

[Georgios, never one to use such tactics, is leaping up and charging forward, addressing Gorgon directly.]

I’ve never fallen to praying for false Gods before. I shall not start now.

[He utilizes his Guardian Knight skill–if nothing else, if he can keep the brunt of her attacks focused his way, it will buy the others some time.]

[herothrone]

-Fortunate for Nezha that the great serpent can’t just swat her away like the pest that she is. The Rider successfully draws Gorgon’s attention away, sacrificing himself for others like a man of God should.-

-Does Gorgon even have a weak spot, like this? With the authority of Tiamat on her side, it seems like an insurmountable task to even take stock of her size, to analyze the entirety of her body. Every part of her seems like its own weapon. Every inch of her seems dangerous. Just some parts moreso than others.-

-As for Georgios.- 

-Those serpent heads are what he might recognize as dragons. They shouldn’t, in theory, be a problem for him. But they are innumerable, every fang dripping with fire and acid, with hatred. For all of Georgios’ holy love for God’s creation there was equal, if not greater, hate, resonating through every movement of these serpentine abominations.-

-They lunge to tear him limb from limb.-

[herothrone]

Strange. She feels a little something like cold rain, drizzling against her skin. On her scales, she feels nothing. What were these...arrows? If it were not so pathetic, she would be amused. At least she could give credit for these humans putting up a fight, no matter how futile it would be, unlike the rest who fled from her in terror only to be struck down. In the open, in their homes, in their castles -- whatever refuge they thought would permit them to survive. She slew them all.

What was Uruk, but another stop on the map, in the end?

Yet, it did feel a little different. There were more than just humans here. Besides Uruk’s king, himself bearing a little Divinity, she sensed...other Servants. Strange. 

Well, then. She’s glad she came, if only to learn what it was they thought they could do to save themselves.

“Tiny. Insignificant. Such fragile, frail creatures...How did life like yours come this far?”

“Submit to me. Prostrate yourselves and pray. I am hungry; accept your imminent extinction, and your blood will taste all the more sweet to me.”

[herothrone]

soranoirotoka​:

Of course! These barriers–will they hold for long against that thing?

No.