abyssdressing | The apocalypse is nigh!

I've only seen them hanging around in their own little packs a ways from the town. They seemed kinda skittish last time I had to pass by.

[ Luke gives the group of monsters an appraising glance in the vague hope he could judge their strength without having to get within their range to find out for certain. His attention then flicks to his ally, prompting him to do a literal doubletake. Blue coat aside, there was one major problem with this other Luke... ]

Wait a minute, you don't plan on fighting them like that, do you? Where's your sword?

I see... [ Maybe there really is cause for concern, then.

Luke's reaction to his equipment - or, rather, his notable lack of equipment - is amusing. Luke grins. ] Hmm? Guess you'll just have to watch and see.

[ Especially because that Grimza has rushed right at them. Luke engages, blocking the monster's attack with his right arm before landing a punch with his left; he immediately turns this into an opportunity to kick it back. ]

[ Nobody knows yourself like another you, so he's not too worried when Luke presents such an air of confidence at not having a weapon, and instead opts to stand back for their first opponent. He was ready should the Ligans choose to charge, but until then he planned on seeing just what the other Luke had in mind. Needless to say, he's suitably impressed when the Grimza goes flying. Luke can probably almost see the sparkles of admiration. ]

Whoa! Way to go! That's awesome!

Heh heh~

Fight in the way that's best for you, right? Let's do this. [ ...So why is it that, despite those words, Luke jumps backward? ]

Okay! [ He's totally expecting a Guy-esque Razing Phoenix type move of some kind, just so you know, ~~Big Bro~~ Luke. In the meantime he makes a dive at one of the Ligans, his strike bringing down lightning with a crash of thunder. ]

[ Don't you mean a crash of cheagles? :D Yellow ones, I'd imagine. ~~Millions of them.~~

Meanwhile, the reason Luke jumped back out of the front line was to cast something, apparently; he pulled a few fonstones out of his pocket as he moved, it seems, and has drawn fonons into himself from them. ]

O' darkened storm cloud, loose your blade and run my enemies through! Thunder Blade!

[ Well, the glyph definitely forms under the Ligans, anyway. But, rather than a bolt of lightning crashing down onto the enemies, it's a few dozen cheagles crashing down, assembled in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Luke does a double-take. ] What the-

What the hell happened?!

[ ~~Shh;;; Sol has a very short attention span that's further complicated by having to hit F5 a million times to send one comment. orz~~ Ignoring the previous fail, Luke is too busy gawking to notice a stray sacred beasty plummeting from the sky until it nails him smack in the back of the head, sending him face-first into the cheagle pile from throwing off his balance. ]

This isn't a time for a summoning spell or whatever!

[ Luke is unimpressed. ] DO you think I'd purposely make cheagles appear or something?! That's definitely not what was supposed to happen.

[ Seriously. Seriously. What the hell. How the heck could a fonic arte for thunder mess up that badly? ]

You mean you didn't? Then what are all these guys doing here?! [ It sure as hell wasn't his Lightning Blade that had acted as a magnet for the cheagles. Or at least, it wasn't through any fault of his - he had done the arte in the exact same way as he always had! ]

How the hell am I supposed to know? [ It's not like he did anything different in his casting; he'd been doing it this way for years now.

Which means it's time to try again, of course. This time with... ]

Divine spear, run my enemies through! Holy Lance!

[ And just like before, the glyph appears under the enemies... but rather than spears of light, there's a convergence of cheagles assembled in the shape of those spears. Cheagles of all sorts of colors. ]

...You've got to be kidding me. What is this, some kind of punishment for not going to see them?

Stupid question, I guess. [ That must bring the cheagle count to well above fifty and, once Luke hauls himself upright after much struggling to avoid hurting any of the creatures, at least calf-high in cheagle pile's center. He'll be grateful the monsters are stunned later. ]

Ugh, this is crazy! Maybe... [ All their artes had been Arcane or higher, so Luke goes with a lower caliber attack-- ]

Havoc Strike! [ ...only to have a group of cheagles POOF in where his foot hits the nearest Ligan. This face forever. ]

[ There really are just no words. ]

How the hell are we supposed to fight like this?!

We could always run.

[ Not that he wants to just up and leave all the little irritants behind... Meaning it's on to plan B! Luke snatches up the nearest cheagle that looks large enough and turns it towards the monsters before giving it a swift smack in the back of its head, making it shoot fire. ]

How's cheagle power sound?

...

Oh, come on, do you even realize how long that'll take to kill these things? [ Seriously, what's that fire hitting for? 1 damage? ]

Ah, damnit! [ If you can't electrocute them, just beat 'em to a pulp, right? And so Luke dashes in. ]

[ Not the most practical method, but whacking one of them made him feel better about the insanity. And for a place that thrived on being weird, this took the cake. ]

Hey, shouldn't we try to get these guys out of the way first? [ Because really, you can't ~~rollerskate~~ fight in a cheagle herd! ]

Yeah? And how do you propose we do that? I doubt they can really understand us.

You could... [ Use Turbulence, if he knew it, except that would just bury them with more cheagles. ] ...never mind.

[ It's too bad that's one of Asch's spells. Not that it'd work right now. ] Best to just fight as best as we can, right? Otherwise they're dead, anyway.

At this rate, I'm going to end up hitting them instead. [ He plods through the fuzzy carpet as quick as is possible to slash the singed Ligan in the face with a careful upward swing. ]

Don't complain when you don't have a better idea, Asch. [ Yes, he's totally comparing Luke's complaints to Asch; he may be romantically involved with his Asch but that doesn't mean they don't have their squabbles still.

Meanwhile, Luke will take on the Grimza again, punching it again and pushing it back, pursuing as he does. ]

[ Luke finishes his strike combo against the Ligan, having to resist the urge to finish with any artes at all -man, when was the last time he had done that?- and turns to give the other Luke a look. ] That's just low!

Hey, you're the one complaining~ [ He says this with a grin just as he finishes kicking the Grimza back again. ]

Complaining would've been like this-- [ His eyebrows go down, down, down into an Asch-scowl and he switches his sword over to his right hand, thrusting forward like their original tends to do while making a point. ] What the hell's the matter with you, dreck, turning my battle into a cheagle dumping ground?!

[ Luke nearly chokes before letting out some laughter. That was a pretty accurate impersonation there. ] Maybe back then, sure; he's a little less likely to use 'dreck' in there recently, though.

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