✢⁎. split a sky
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Phina barely had a moment to catch her breath before she was directed to her next opponent. She urged her pegasus onwards, to a new section of the battlefield, lance raised in challenge at the person she stood before.
“Hello!” Her voice was dampened by the rain, but she hoped her tone carried enough. “Let’s give this our all!”
With that warning, Phina’s pegasus galloped forward, and her lancetip aimed straight for the other.
[Phina (5/5) attacks Idunn with Blessed Lance. 1d20-2 roll: 8 -> 6. Hit. Idunn HP 4.5/6]
The hit was solid, but not as hard as she hoped. She tugged the reins back to prepare herself for the counterattack.
There it is again: that familiar command, that tolling bell.
Let’s give this our all!
It seizes her faster than she would have liked, breaking through any sort of independent thought or personal desire. It cracks through her walls, and though unintended, dredges up a murky dream spent obeying the whims of another.
Phina has called the Demon Dragon.
When her arms move and block the blow, they feel a different sensation than last time. Not seeping poison, but burning light. The tip of Phina’s spear rends her flesh, bathing manakete scales in its heavenly glow. It is an arbiter of heaven--a judge of sins. And one day, far into the future, when Idunn’s soul is laid to rest, she holds firm that this light will not be so forgiving.
“Give our all,” she dronishly repeats, rather than coughing or flinching at the force of the other’s blow. “Very well.”
In the short time she is spared during Phina’s recoil, Idunn grips her dragonstone. From a flashy display emerge wings of light and dark, then a tail of holy feather and hellish scale, and finally a body half-divine, half-demon. Idunn is still the same amalgamation of her two draconic forms, soul torn asunder and will unable to walk one path over the other. It’s a terrifying display. One can only wonder how her last opponent managed to stomach it all.
But that matters little. Heeding the pinkette’s order, her neck draws back so it can belch sacred fire. Breath spreads across an open air, hunting the wings of the other’s pegasus--wishing to melt them like wax.
[Idunn (4.5/6) counterattacks Phina with Phoenix Claws. 1d20-2 roll: 12 -> 10. Hit -> Crit. Phina HP 3/5]