/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

Rolled 28, 72, 61, 33, 23 = 217 (5d100)

>>21041

vs 1st

Allied 2nd

>>21043

vs 3rd

Allied 4th

>>21048

vs 5th

Rolled 62, 52 = 114 (2d100)

>>21058

And special rolls for Scruffy & Gwen

High is good

Rolled 17 (1d100)

Adamma grits her teeth and hisses as she takes her hand off the wound. The bleeding already has slowed to a trickle as she feels Africa's gift filling her with warmth through the pain.

She then looks as Azzy raises the zombie and does her best to follow her friends lead as he does seem to have a plan.

>Daughter of Africa - A passing sage once paused to tell you that Africa would never allow you to die. Maybe leaving wasn't that great of an idea, but you still heal really, really quickly. Regenerate an additional 2 hp per week, and 1 hp per combat turn.

>Health is now 6/10

http://pastebin.com/30hMJFMm

>>21069

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6b6CYHLWnyg

Name: Lucy

Gender: Female

Race: Brazilian (possibly abhuman?)

Age: 20

Fluff: "That's L as in Lacerate, U as in Ulcertate, C as in Castrate, and Y as in Your Ass. Because it's got my name on it and I OWN IT."

Hedonistic, Nihilistic, and Egotistic.

Her parents said her father, a poor Brazilian logger, found her in a strange metallic pod while slashing and burning the rainforest. They claim the pod "spoke" to them and that she was born on some nameless planet that blew up. Lucy doubts these claims and blames the stories on her parents drugs, (though if it was real she'll say the planet blew up because it "couldn't handle her").

As a child it was not very long till it become clear something was different about her. Already by 13 she dwarfed even the of men of the logging camp. Fights with the boys which prevailed her childhood faded not because less because she grew into a beautiful woman but more because they all felt felt the broken bones and cuts were not worth it. Eventually growing ill-content with the pisspoor conditions of the shithole she lived in, she ran away to Rio and lived in the big city.

Though some like to claim she can fly or shoot laser beams from her eyes, this is simply untrue. Her primary feature is her seemingly limitless potential for strength and toughness, an indestructible mass of muscle and bone matched only by an equally indefatigable sense of pride and ego. An ego which would be difficult to uphold if not for the fact that she could quite literally snap a man in half and, if legends are true, headbashed a moving locomotive without breaking a sweat. During her time in the slums of Rio she earned the monicker "The Amazon" or "The Monster of the Faveloa"

Not nearly content with the already powerful body she took it up a notch even further, devoting whatever time she doesn't spend to kicking (and sometimes taking) ass in her leisure time, and hitting the Gym and growing stronger at every opportunity.

But her most striking feature comes from an event in which she (forcibly invaded) a scientific research facility to steal, and then apply, a new type of nanite designed to even further increase her strength and power two-fold. These nanites harden upon exposure to blunt trauma, and provide an additional source of power and strength to her cellular structure, acting as an energy battery. These nanites display itself in the form of dark lines on her body that can be compared to as "moving" tatoo's upon her skin.

With her strength and power her focus is mainly on melee combat and punching enemies, but despite this she still has a love of firepower in particular anything massive, from Big Guns to Big Tanks, and will always take up the opportunity to increase her stockpile of armaments.

Her personal history mostly consists of a series of mercenary work for money and pleasure, and the ever increasing bouts of jail-time. Her belief in life is to be the biggest badass anywhere you lay your eyes on and feel damn good doing it, and letting nothing stand in your way. She takes what she wants and when she wants it. Anything from bank money to streetfood vendors to boys and men. Many a poor soul can claim the scars on his hips, thighs, and back pains to her. Completely indifferent and apathetic to morals, law, and occasionally reason, the only thing she puts of any value is her word. Breaking her word is the one line she refuses to cross, and will go to great lengths to keep it.

Archetype: (choose 1 from below)

to be filled in by GM:

Satus: [Health: 10(15)] [Ego: 8(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]

Powers/Enhancements: [Experimental Nanites] [Nanite Gauntlets]

Powers/Enhancements: [Experimental Nanites] [Nanite Gauntlets]

Reputation: Criminal

Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Implant][Tactical Bikini]

Bonuses/Eccentricities:

Bikini Mercenary - You're used to taking a beating and dishing one back out, usually for a fist full of dollars or whatever currency the client can muster. Your strength and toughness make you a formidable foe to anyone you can get within your reach, and you'll be damned if you give a single fuck about your clothing getting a little torn up during a fight. Hell, if it wasn't so damned chilly here, you'd probably walk around in a bikini and enjoy the chaos. Minor bonus to strength and toughness. +5 Max HP

Intimidating Muscles - You are an intimidating sight to most of your peers. Social interactions will generally suffer a penalty, unless the target is into that sort of thing.

Gym Buddy - Alexei and LUCY gain a modest bonus when working out together.

In Progress:

>[Hand-to-Hand 5/10]

>Add: [Else W. - Acquaintance] [Shirley Temple, 4th Year - Acquaintance]

>Add: [Booze Source - 10 Credits per Bottle]

>Gain: [Jōtarō Arakawa, 1st Year - Subservient Follower] (have fun with that)\

Projects:

[Strength 8/10]

[Specialist Marksmanship - Support 4/10]

[LUCY Nanite Research 1/???]

Stats

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>21231

>>21057

With William directly assisting with nanite protection, Lucy decides she's had enough of staying in cover. But fuck being shot by bullets.

"Goddamn I'm supposed to be on the right-side of any gunfire."

She takes two strong hands and grips the concrete potter, lifting it up and using it as a body shield where she rushes toward the enemy to smash them into paste!

Powers/Enhancements: [Experimental Nanites]

[Strength 8/10]

Rolled 4 (1d100)

vs the group

Rolled 94 (1d100)

and vs Jenni (and Colin, if he posts)

>>21244

Well, isn't that a shame.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>20999

"No. That would be a foolish thing to do.", digging out fragments was potentially causing far more harm than it did good, it was a task for a doctor, not a floozy.

With a bleeding face Viktor rose once more. Sure they could beat him down again and again, but he would never stay down. It was time to finally find Konstantin and break the neural connections of those who stood in his way. The blood impaired his sight? A revelation more than anything, he should have relied on all his senses beyond vision far earlier.

>>21244

>>21019

Jenni tries to strike her opponent before the second year can ready her knife, lunging into an unexpected left jab that stalls her attack. "Don't get cocky, Harvester. I'm going to enjoy watching you die."

The two women are evenly matched, blades missing tender flesh by mere centimeters with each swing before either dares to attempt a block of the other's weapon arm. Jenni sees her opening, and chooses to focus upon her own blade sinking into the Second Year's neck, rather than the one sinking into her own flank…

Collin staggers toward the two women as they stand almost perfectly still. "STOP! Stop this at once, I beg you.” Jenni's eyes turn his way for a fraction of a second, and the Second Year makes her move. Side-stepping the slash, Jenni finds herself against a much more skilled opponent than she ever expected. Pain burns up her left arm as the Second Year's blade delivers a shallow slash, passing under Jenni's raised guard and then stabbing into her chest. Thankfully the ballistic plate stops the blade, giving Jenni a chance to side-step and deliver her own strike.

Collin tries to warn Jenni as he spots the strange ribbons of light around a CAD that signify a magical spell is being activated, but a weak groan is all he manages. They've certainly both heard his pleas to stop this foolish fight, but why won't they simply listen?

Jenni hears her nose break as the elbow strikes, her eyes immediately filling with tears as she stumbles, exposing herself. She feels the right arm of another Jenni's body go numb, then the slight shift of mass as a muscle or tendon is severed with a snap. Her knife falls from a useless hand as a second blow cuts an effortless, but shallow wound up the back of her thigh before she can fall beyond reach. Pain overwhelms her senses as she struggles to catch herself upon a work bench.

Collin staggers toward the Second Year. Jenni can't fight after that, so she must be able to see reason with the threat to her life gone? "Please, stop this and instead help to take back the school!”

"Oh my god! Are you special or something?" The Second Year's arm extends, a balled fist dismissively swung at the bothersome voice behind her. "Would you just shut-" The Second Year freezes at the sound of her blow connecting. Her focus leaves Jenni, following her own arm from her shoulder all the way to the knife she holds in Collin's chest. "I- I didn't…" The spell upon the surface of her blade battles with Collin's strange form for several seconds before the unnatural boy collapses with an expression of shock.

Jenni swings the wrench over her head, loosing the forearm-sized mass of steel at the distracted Second Year. A familiar crunch downs the young woman long enough for Jenni to drag herself across the floor with a hammer to finish the job.

Surrounded by what sounds like a proper war outside, Jenni sits against some table of 'who gives a fuck' as best she can. Did she just kill someone with a hammer?

>cont do not post

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>21048

"TRAITOR!!!!!!!"

Gwen's rage clouded her mind as she turned her bow into some sort of D-list movie weapon and charged Uriel. The magical boy fired a ray of coloured light at the magical girl, forcing her to deflect the spell as he charged with what appeared to be a sledge hammer of light magic. Gwen found herself at a disadvantage fighting in close quarters, several times barely dodging the heavy blows of Uriel while her own attacks simply could not connect with sufficient power to defeat the twisting rays of light surrounding him.

"Gwen, watch your left!"

Uriel's stuffed skunk delivers a back hand blow to Gwen, tossing the magical girl well over ten meters as her uniform smolders from the impact. Two students rush toward the fight, one casting a shield spell and thwarting the massive stuffed skunk from dealing a crushing blow to Gwen as she picked herself up.

"Get up, Gwen! I don't know how long this spell will-" Gwen's exposed skin felt scorched as the skunk became enveloped in an unnatural light, reducing the student before her to cinders.

"Yes, Mephit! KILL THEM ALL! SHOW THEM THE POWER OF THE LIGHT!" Uriel's voice filled with a mad glee, and Gwen began to notice a dark void within the bright swirl of light around the magical boy.

The other student took aim at Mephit with a rifle, unloading an entire magazine to no effect as the magical boy continued to cackle. "STOP LAUGHING YOU CRAZY FUCK!" Mephit and Uriel both took notice of the other student after the next shot missed Uriel's head, giving Gwen the opening she needed. With Uriel's focus away from Mephit's aura spell, the magical girl dove toward the massive stuffed skunk, rolling under an arm and pressing her bow into the thing's gut. "I pierce you with the ack-ack of love, flowerpot. " Drawing all of the arrows she'd summoned along the bow, Gwen made sure to watch Uriel as her attack caused his damned skunk to erupt with flames of her own magic.

"YOU BITCH! YOU WILL BEG TO DIE!" The darkness began to claim more of Uriel's soul gem as he threw a ray at the student with a rifle, the energy flash boiling the water of the young man's torso.

>cont do not post

>>21043

>>21044

Konstantin burst from cover, firing the laser cannon of his mech as quickly as it would cycle at his opponent. Katherine's mech waited until the enemy's vulcan cannon began to savage the school grounds near Konstantin before breaking in the opposite direction.

Konstantin grimaced as his construct was struck, sending his last shot wide and burning a hole into what looked like a motor pool. Between the hangar's destruction and the eruption of the building Konstantin had just destroyed, flaming and smoldering debris had begun to scorch the school grounds in this area and distort sensors. The laser cannon was ejected as following rounds began to shred the weapon, the slight reduction in weight giving Konstantin the hope that he might just be able to dodge the enemy's fire just a little bit longer.

Konstantin's ears ring as his mecha is struck by the enemy's stream of rounds, a terrible vibration as alarms sound around the cockpit. Hydraulic pressure in both legs and the left arm drop as the maimed machine's motive systems are breached, spraying the lifeblood of the mecha into a cloud that soon becomes a fuel-air explosion.

With a cry of rage, Konstantin finds himself awakened in a dark cockpit. Only a cracked screen still provides light, and a complete system failure of the mecha. Amazingly, Konstantin finds himself to be seemingly unharmed, save for the fact that at some point he was knocked out long enough for an emergency system to administer a dose of Adrenaline.

William FARMER used the lul in his enemy's attack to prepare himself for close combat, readying his CAD as a blunt weapon. Scooting from behind the table to one of the more intact bookshelves, William listened to the footsteps approaching…

His CAD came down upon the wrists holding the pistol, knocking the weapon to the ground and likely breaking something along the way. A shoulder into the pained man drove them both into the midst of the two behind, and William struck out again with his CAD, catching another in the shoulder before they could escape the extended reach. William's ears rang as someone fired, but the noise deafened everyone equally, and the melee carried on as William pressed his attack on the trio of older men. Beyond the melee, he could see nearly a dozen more enemies moving up the main staircase, and three more armed men there looking for clean shots into the melee.

William dove back into cover as one of the men fired from the ground, a round striking the young mage in the back and exiting his flank. In pain, anger and more than a little stubborn defiance, William yelled a number of rude comments about the mothers of the men shooting at him.

>>29892

William felt the impact as someone fired a rifle four times, high powered rounds removing chunks of the man pointing a gun at him. The ringing got worse as Lise stepped back from the corner of a bookcase, leaning out fire at the men near the main stairwell. Two of them went down before the others took cover, Lise firing a few more shots before she stepped back behind the bookshelf. She set her rifle against the case, throwing a smoke grenade and then a frag toward the stairs.

Reloading her weapon, she fired a few shots before grabbing and pulling William the last few inches into cover. William could barely hear Lise, though he knew she was yelling. "They're coming up the other stairwell, and they've taken the floors above." William coughed as a fragmentation grenade was roughly shoved against his chest. Pulling the pin, he tossed the grenade into the stairwell with a hoarse "Fire in the hole!"

Something else outside exploded, followed shortly by something that blasted a number of windows on the East side of the building out. Even the intact windows on the other sides of the buildings now looked like fancy lace than windows, at this point. "Take the duffel and get to the North East corner, Will. Covering!"

William considers protesting, but it seems that the enemy is regaining their wits. When he finally reaches the corner of the building, the school outside simply looks like a war zone. The mecha that fired at them earlier is battling another unit equipped only with a melee weapon, while another two units seem to have been destroyed. As Lise begins a fighting retreat toward him, William wearily looks over his CAD. It is clearly battered, but it might still function. Or it could explode and kill him. One of the two?

"The bag, Will! The bag!" Lise's voice seems so distant, considering she can't be more than 20 meters away. She gives a thumbs up when William finds the DSR-50.

Suddenly, that hole in William's side doesn't seem to hurt so much.

Azzy's senses tingle as the energy of death increasingly fills the school. Reaching out toward a fallen classmate, he forces a portion of his own will and the escaping energy back into the body. It had been a rather long time since Azzy had felt the intoxication of turning a corpse into his puppet, too long. He wanted more. So much more. With a silent command, his puppet rose and threw itself toward the source of the incoming fire.

William's nanites attempted to swarm as cover and protect Lucy at the same time, but soon showed signs that their master's control was strained by the automatic fire that continued to rain about the group of would-be heroes. Parts of a protective suit formed seemingly at random in the air, while nanites swarmed in a cloud about Lucy almost as if they were hesitating.

For her own part, Lucy tore out a section of the concrete planter, lifting it awkwardly as a shield and a potential battering ram as she ran toward the bastard with a gun she was very intent to liberate. A few rounds impacted the mass of concrete as Lucy began to pick up speed.

Adamma feels slightly sickened by the sight of a fellow student being raised as a zombie, but perhaps now was a poor time to contemplate the sanctity of a fallen ally. Unfortunately the break in the enemy's fire she awaited never seems to come, and Adamma begins feeling that the potter protecting her is far too small to protect from the hail of impacts that seems to fall around her. If only she had a wedding dress to ward away the evil spirits contained in her foe's ammunition!

Moko sighed, or would have, if sighing didn't take so much energy. With an energy-conserving duck and a lazy gesture, she focuses upon the building where the gunman is. He's on the second floor, firing from the window. Concrete block? It would be so much work if he left her sight…

Chains race from Moko's back, winding past the far slower Lucy. As they embed in the building in a wide pattern, Moko finds ducking to be bothersome and simply falls back onto the ground. Her chains heave a ten meter wide section of the building's wall free, throwing the rather shocked gunman into the open courtyard. "Soooooooo much woooooork~"

Azzy is upon the man as he tries to recover his weapon, inhuman talons piercing his neck and chest. While the rather creepy necromancer seems to drink in the experience of his kill, Lucy plows through a small loading door with her battering ram. After a few moments, Lucy rather awkwardly looks out the gaping hole in the building. "Dibs on his gun!"

Viktor leaves the floozies and the auditorium behind. It was time for any that stood in his way to fall, and for Viktor to find Konstantin. Together, they could do great things on this night. Two explosions drew Viktor's attention as he focused upon his other senses. There! The trembles that echoed through the earth itself must be those of the mecha that Konstantin pilots. Yes, Konstantin would have rushed to a mecha and resisted! Now Viktor needed only to follow the symphony of war to locate his friend!

The mecha that blocked Viktor's path still radiated heat and steam, or rather what was left of the scorched mecha. The legs and one arm had been torn completely off, though the torso looked largely intact. Hissing at the burning sensation of the emergency release handle, Viktor twisted the cylinder and pushed the increasingly painful thing into the mecha itself. With a quick series of pops, the explosive bolts fired and the side of the cockpit ejected clear with the hiss of compressed air.

Viktor and Konstantin looked at each other and laughed, relaxing when they recognized a friend instead of a foe.

>>21016

Krieg collapses as he attempts to head to his dorm. How could all of his gyroscopes be giving different readings? What had happened to his body? It didn't make sense at all.

A few of the students at the auditorium struggle to drag Krieg against the wall, then proceed to restrain him during several attempts to depart once more. "You're not going anywhere in this condition. Cover the door if you want to be useful."

Rolled 28, 6 = 34 (2d100)

FUN

>>29966

Collin's corpse jerks upright at the hip, arms swinging forward with the violent motion. Jenni screams in a mixture of surprise and pain as her instincts cause wounded muscles to tense and prepare to fight. As the corpse-Collin's legs corkscrew and lift him to his feet, Jenni's instincts scream at her to ignore her wounds and flee. With a retching movement and a distinct sound of snapping flesh and bone, brings something up its throat, catching it within a distorted maw. An eye withdraw's from corpse-Collin's head, reappearing below the ear to return Jenni's horrified stare. When a pair of tongues tear the heart casing off of a strange gem held by the thing's maw, Jenni's body finally fills with adrenaline. For a moment, Jenni expects the final blow to strike her down as she tries to get to her feet, but the thing seems to be running away from her as well.

Hobbling as quickly as she can, Jenni drives her shoulder into the door she had entered, spotting Lucy before her wounded leg gave out with a pop. "Clear out! Collin- Something happened to Collin!"

Lucy and the others had barely turned toward Jenni's voice when the opposite end of the robotics club building crumbled around a rapidly growing figure. Centered around a gem the size of a tank, the being lashed out at several small groups that had begun to fire upon it.

Across the campus, a new siren hummed to life. "An A-class entity has breached the school grounds. All personnel evacuate immediately at best rate." The announcement quickly begins to loop.

>>29970

>All players are keenly aware of the ~35m tall monster that has begun rampaging within the school, and the evacuation order being broadcast. Holy shit did that thing just shoot a fucking laser at something!?

>Gwen and William FARMER may consider continuing their respective battles or attempting to escape, as they are still in close proximity to threats other than the Class A entity.

>Jenni is crippled and unable to walk.

>All other players may post their final action and a single 1d100

>Characters that escape may be able to return if I ever reboot this, including stat gains. Just something to think about

Rolled 77 (1d100)

Cut the binds, find your way out, Krieg. You can do this. Yes, you can barely walk, barely see, and you're glitching, but you have to do this. Get out of here, you've survived death before.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>29971

Azzy turns to his allies and manages to mutter one word. "Flee," in a sibilant whisper. He then borrows Remmy's flight and Phasing and flies in the exact opposite direction of the Class A entity that can be seen with Aura sight all too well. Obstacles of all sorts are immaterial, and Azzy knows flight is quick.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>29971

Lucy bullrushes past anything that gets in her way to grab Jenni and RUN.

"Where is the exit?"

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>Name: Phil Gulcom

>Gender: male

>Race: Italian American

>Age: 21

>Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]

>Powers/Enhancements:

[Spiritual vision]

[Magical Code]

>Reputation: Unknown

>friends

[Kennet Carl, 2nd Year - Friend],

[Bozydar Urban, 1st Year - Acquaintance],

[Billy 'Kid' Thatcher, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]

[Gabriel Kazmer, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]

[Lisbet Silje, 2nd Year - Acquaintance

>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Wrist CAD]

>Bonuses/Eccentricities:

>Magical Engineer - Your magical skills are up to par, but your true skill lies in the devices that assist Techno-Magicians. You've a noticable bonus to making modifications to the code that assists magicians, and the CAD devices themselves. Who knows? Maybe you'll be the guy to solve true flight magic!

>Lack of Closure - Despite throwing away her photo, your ex's memory still manages to haunt you. You have a minor penalty to interactions with the opposite sex, and a noticeable penalty to any sort of intimate relations.

1.phil uses his magical code to throw all of his power into a single magic missile at the enemies core. If nothing else than to distract it while the others flee.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

Jenni attempts to stand, again. To walk. To live. Every inch of her aches, and she winces. "Fucking LEG, FUCKING SCHOOL, FUCK THIS SCHOOL! FUCK! THIS! SCHOOL!"

>>29982

>>29980

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>29893

>>29971

"Lise, love, if we survive this I'm treating you to a movie and dinner. So cover me while I get us a way down." William bashes the window with the rifle to knock it out and throws the fire hose out to act as a rope to climb down to the ground. Using the hose and making sure Lise is following shortly William with make his escape with Lise.

Rolled 84, 91, 27 = 202 (3d100)

>>29986

reasons

Rolled 66, 27, 37, 77, 28, 18, 36, 68 = 357 (8d100)

>>29987

was told to roll these

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>29982

There is no retreat. There is no surrender. When the going gets tough the tough get going. Konstantin and Viktor were all that stood between some weird god monster thing and the destruction of everyone ever. Their magical friendship would enable them to deliver a most brutal beatdown to the shitty nerd God that was about to get rekt hard!

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>29980

>>30020

"Yes my friend, we shall save our classmates, and maybe even the world." Konstantin puts his hand on his fallen mech, then his hand on Viktor's shoulder. "Together, we shall fight!"

And so the two teenage boys charged towards certain death, happy in the knowledge that if they were to die, then it'd be together. And maybe, just maybe, they'll be another time.

(rolling for any possible interaction between my angel bits and Colin's angel core)

>>29985

William FARMER hits the ground hard, cursing but unharmed. The fire hose had worked, and Lise would be right behind him.

The strange liquid that rained upon him was warm, and something about it seemed familiar. Lise's rifle fell to the ground nearby, prompting William to look up. Lise's shirt, empty, was impaled upon part of the Entity's form, the rest of her clothing still falling among the remaining spray of liquid.

A synthetic voice yelled at William as the entity's next spike raced towards him. "Well fuck."

>>29986

Gwen leaves Uriel behind after transforming, heading toward the tallest building she can reach with her magical powers.

-~Those soldiers you just leaped over have nose bleeds, now~-

Focusing her magic, Gwen pictured a great big heap of nothing at the tip of an arrow. As the glowing orb began to form, she pictured the heap being pushed down until finally, it began to collapse upon itself. Smaller, smaller, smaller yet. Some more optimistic magical girls may have remarked upon some nonsense about this attack being filled with hopes and dreams, rather than absolutely nothing, but Gwen had left those days behind. And she wasn't nine any more.

-~An attack using the empty void inside of you? How edgy and cliche.~-

Shut up already.

"HEY! COLIN! HAVE A PRESENT!"

As her bow string snapped, Gwen gave the arrow all the momentum she could. Visibly compressing the air ahead of it, the arrow flew strait toward the red orb of the thing Collin had become. As it hit, the orb grew to the size of a nearby building, bathing the Academy in a rather unsettling darkness as everything in the blast was consumed and then promptly vanished.

-~You missed~-

Gwen felt light headed as she fell into a rather annoyingly princess-like sitting position. Why did she always have to sit like she was riding side saddle when she transformed.

As the chaos of her attack faded, Gwen found the breath to curse at the hexagonal pattern that had stopped her attack.

>>31166

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZBoiW460nU

-~That isn't good~-

Gwen's body feels heavy as she tells it to move. The entity's mouth has begun to glow, almost like it is drawing in and charging particles from the surrounding air, and it is being focused directly at her.

No good. She watches the red light as it races towards her.

I hate you.

-~I know~-

"Prism Shard!" Uriel's voice sounds like some sort of god damned singing.

The entity's beam strikes the prism that forms before it, throwing a kaleidoscope of colors out like embers from grinding metal or the most brilliant fireworks Gwen has ever watched. The barrier begins to crack as the onslaught continues, but soon the beam begins to wane and grow weaker. The retch-like motion of the entity sends a pulse that shatters the prismatic shield and continues toward Gwen.

"Ave crux spes unica!"

The skies part, allowing a single ray of light to stand between Gwen and the fading attack. The ray becomes a cross, radiating a barrier of what can only be called 'holy' light. The new barrier dissipates the attack with ease.

"Can't let you die when you owe us all a drink, Gwen." Shirley lifts Gwen to her feet. "Looks like everyone is here, then."

The Academy's magical girls and boys look between themselves, then toward the entity.

"So, we're doing this, then?"

Shirley laughs. "Deus Vult, Gwennie."

>>29975

>>29976

>>29978

>>29981

>>29988

Azzy turns to his allies and manages to mutter one word. "Flee," in a sibilant whisper. A moment later, the boy has taken a rather ghostly form and heads off straight through a nearby building, fleeing the monster that was once Collin.

Hulk tries to gather everyone else into a coherent group, but can't stop Alexei from running toward the source of a rather unsettling arrow launched at the monster threatening to destroy the Academy.

With a serious face and a tightened bandanna, Hulk runs over to the others and scoops up the little Hulksteress 'Moko' onto his shoulders. "WE'RE SCHEDULED TO HEAD BACK OF HOUSE! NO USE IN SENSELESSLY JOBBING, BROTHER, WE NEED TO GET OUT! NOW!"

The others quickly nod, Lucy quickly moving to scoop up the badly wounded Jenni before returning with the other, rather irate, girl in a princess carry.

As Hulk leads the group toward the other end of the academy, those that dare to glance back witness the counter-attacks launched by a number of their peers. A training mecha with one arm attempts to distract the entity with a melee weapon, the dwarfed mecha clearly unable to even close upon the entity.

Dodging sweeping blasts of energy and limbs that seem to sprout from the entity at random, the mecha pilot fights for their life. Magical attacks begin to pelt the entity, finding no purchase as a hexagonal barrier forms to block every attack.

Alexei is thrown over the group as they flee, impacting a building before an energy beam strikes the crumbling hole made by the magical boy. With a pulse, the building is mostly vaporized, what little remains thrown away from the blast as rubble. Moko's chains slash at the debris headed toward the group, but William Mason has lagged behind after telling Hulk to carry wounded instead of himself. His nanites attempt to redirect the chunk of concrete headed toward him, but the energy of the blast is too great. With mixed feelings, the others leave behind the bloody smear.

Another blast from the entity melts through a wall of the Academy, prompting the group to head North and out of the line of fire. They find a group of soldiers that look to have liberated some vehicles from the earlier attackers.

"Private Daniels, get these kids out of here. Now!"

Private Daniels hops behind the wheel of one of the DOOMvees, and the students pile in. With Jenni strapped to the back floor and a medic over her, Hulk and Moko ride shotgun.

The vehicle roars to life, and the radio with it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86URGgqONvA

Hulk moves to turn off the music, but Moko raises a hand to stop him. "It is right."

"Whatever you say little hulkster. Pedal to the metal, brother!"

Daniels grins at Moko, then shifts the DOOMvee into gear. "Hold onto your butts, and someone get on the 'em 'gee. Give any of those fuckers that attacked a burst if we see them!"

Lucy is more than happy to rack the DOOMvee's machine gun and hunt for targets as they speed through the Academy's gates and beyond.

>>29965

Krieg stumbles to his feet at the sound of the evacuation alert. Some of the others manage to help him as those left in the auditorium make their escape away from the fighting. Fortunately, there are a number of soldiers with DOOMvees that were near the auditorium, and the escape for those that remained was only hampered when a single DOOMvee was caught in a blast from the entity.

>>31167

Gwen cursed at the world. Alexei and Hiltama were dead for sure, and two of Shirley's team had likely joined them. Nothing was getting through that thing's defenses. Uriel was at his limit, too. That damned traitor was about to witch out in the middle of a fight.

-~Bring me to him~-

Go to hell.

-~Fine~-

"URIEL, QUICKLY, COME HERE." Gwen struggled, but it was useless. Her body wouldn't listen.

What have you done!

-~What needs to be done~-

Uriel limped over, wiping tears from his eyes. "We can't win this, Gwen. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"You're turning into a witch."

FUCK YOU DONT TELL HIM THAT.

"W-what!? No! No! NO! I don't want- I don't want that! I don't want to be a witch!" The light in Uriel's soul gem faded as despair overtook the boy.

-~STRIKE~-

Her body suddenly her own again, Gwen formed an arrow in her grasp and drove it up, into Uriel's throat and skull. His blood boiled off as it ran down her arm, then Uriel shattered into a thousand crystal shards.

Gwen's hand grabbed the grief seed that was once Uriel's gem.

-~You wanted a super power boost?~- A shadow crept from Gwen's hand and swallowed the grief seed. -~Enjoy, while it lasts~-

The power was intoxicating, or maybe Gwen was just bleeding internally at this point.

-~Only a little~-

The Academy shook as a courtyard nearby opened, revealing an elevator shaft. The sound of bad car brakes screamed from within the shaft, until a platform with a rather nightmarish, scarred bio mecha reached the surface.

The mecha gave an enraged cry, breaking into a run straight toward the entity. Gwen leaped toward the nearest building, reaching the rooftop as the mecha collided with the entity's barrier. The barrier looked different, this time, like there were two of them.

The Mecha howled in rage, each clawed hand almost looking like it were prying open an elevator door. This was Gwen's chance.

-~No. Use the other attack. You may not get another chance. Ever.~-

Gwen grinned. This would be one hell of a show.

Konstantin yelled out in anger and defiance. The Angel was charging an attack in its mouth, and with his AT field focused to tear through the Angel's, this wouldn't be good. "VIKTOR, THIS ONE WILL BE CLOSE!"

The rotating sigil that formed above his head drew little of Konstantin's attention, until the torrent of arrows poured through the gap he was opening in the Angel's AT field. Reeling from the assault of magical projectiles, the Angel's AT field began to fail, allowing Konstantin to widen the gap.

The Angel's beam attack struck the mecha's left arm as the angel's body was pierced by shining spears of energy, twisting the entity's form to throw the attack off of the mecha's core. Konstantin's mecha tore through the collapsed AT field of his foe, driving its remaining arm into the core of the Angel.

"Victoria aut Mors!"

Shirley tackled Gwen, gripping her tightly as the Angel collapsed upon its shattered core. "Libera Me!"

The shields that formed around the two magical girls still could not block out the light as the Angel's core exploded.

>>29977

Phil's paltry attacks against the Angel were useless, though he never gave up. When the Angel's core exploded, Phil had but a moment to contemplate life, the universe and everything before the blast reduced him to a shadow, then destroyed the Academy.

>>29975

>>31170

Azzy turns back to see the Academy vanish, but even Remmy's flight powers were only able to carry him so far. As the blast races toward him, Azzy curses that idiot Collin. This was all his faul-

As the DOOMvee they are riding in is struck by the blast wave of the Angel's death, Hulk and the others brace themselves as best they can. Lucy is the first to awaken in the overturned vehicle, and to her relief everyone is still breathing. Even Jenni, though she still looks deathly pale. Only Adamma seems to have avoided injury, but Lucy can only bring herself to complain about the rather nice gun on the vehicle being ruined.

>>31171

Krieg's DOOMvee likewise is struck by the blast wave of the Angel's death, but the vehicle does not overturn. Only minor injuries are sustained.

>>31172

-Motherfucking Omake time-

Eyelids shouldn't feel this heavy. You can rub sleep out of your eyes, right? Yeah, just got to get those hands up and get that sleep right out of there. Is everything heavy, now? This sucks.

Azzy rubbed his right eye. It felt so rough, but his vision seemed to be better. The bandage on his hand was holding a little tube in place. What is that called? Oh, an IV. Why does he have one of those?

"Slowly, shuug. You're hurt bad, don't try to move too fast now." The voice was nice, like it actually cared. Was it fake?

Hey, why does everything look funny?

Remmy hovered through the ceiling, making a goofy grin. The older nurse's head blocked Azzy's view of the spirit. She was holding up her pointer finger.

"Shuug, you're safe now. You're in a hospital, ok? Can you tell me your name and how many fingers I'm holdin up?"

"Azzy. One."

"Good, good. You're doin good, shuug. We've got you on a morphine for the pain, so don't worry your little brow if you feel funny, ok?" She grinned down at Azzy.

"My left arm feels funny. And everything looks off."

The woman flinched. "Oh, shuug…"

Remmy floated around her head, pulling his left arm into his body and popping out his left eye.