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Jujutsu Kaisen manga Spoilers
Who’s that bitch; SATORU GOJO is that BITCH
(2/4)
"Attack on Titan" Episode 14
The names I gave each picture
1. Gabi's punk ass 2. Mikasa tall ASF
3. Mikasa and Armin being SHOOK ASF
4. Gabi's punk ass.2
5. Armin being caught in 4K
6. Eren breaking Mikasa's heart
7. The scene everyone was SIMPING over
8. Armin being SHOOK ASF
9. Armin punching Eren for being disrespectful ASF
Chilling fight
Also Sabertooth is not a Therizinosaurus but instead a Segnosaurus
The King of The Hill - TF2/Blender
First experience with paintovering in PS & using that big amount of characters on the scene. 🦞
𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦…
Gonna hold onto this
Writing Weapons (1): Swords
The Thrusting Sword
Type of fight scene: entertaining, duels, non-lethal fights, non-gory deaths, swashbuckling adventure
Mostly used in: Europe, including Renaissance and Regency periods
Typical User: silm, male or female, good aerobic fitness
Main action: thrust, pierce, stab
Main motion: horizontal with the tip forward
Shape: straight, often thin, may be lightweight
Typical Injury: seeping blood, blood stains spreading
Strategy: target gaps in the armous, pierce a vital organ
Disadvantage: cannot slice through bone or armour
Examples: foil, epee, rapier, gladius
The Cleaving Sword
Type of fight scene: gritty, brutal, battles, cutting through armour
Typical user: tall brawny male with broad shulders and bulging biceps
Mostly used in: Medieval Europe
Main action: cleave, hack, chop, cut, split
Main motion: downwards
Shape: broad, straight, heavy, solid, sometime huge, sometimes need to be held in both hands, both sides sharpened
Typical Injury: severed large limbs
Strategy: hack off a leg, them decapitate; or split the skull
Disadvantage: too big to carry concealed, too heavy to carry in daily lifem too slow to draw for spontaneous action
Examples: Medieval greatsword, Scottish claymore, machete, falchion
The Slashing Sword
Type of fight scene: gritty or entertaining, executions, cavalry charge, on board a ship
Mostly used in: Asia, Middle East
Typical user: male (female is plausible), any body shape, Arab, Asian, mounted warrior, cavalryman, sailor, pirate
Main action: slash, cut, slice
Main motion: fluid, continuous, curving, eg.figure-eight
Shape: curved, often slender, extremely sharp on the outer edge
Typical Injury: severed limbs, lots of spurting blood
Strategy: first disable opponent's sword hand (cut it off or slice into tendons inside the elbow)
Disadvantage: unable to cut thorugh hard objects (e.g. metal armor)
Examples: scimitar, sabre, saif, shamshir, cutlass, katana
Blunders to Avoid:
Weapons performing what they shouldn't be able to do (e.g. a foil slashing metal armour)
Protagonists fighting with weapons for which they don't have the strength or build to handle
The hero carrying a huge sword all the time as if it's a wallet
Drawing a big sword form a sheath on the back (a physical impossiblity, unless your hero is a giant...)
Generic sword which can slash, stab, cleave, slash, block, pierce, thrust, whirl through the air, cut a few limbs, etc...as if that's plausible
adapted from <Writer's Craft> by Rayne Hall
A quick doodle of Midoriya Izuku vs K.O https://www.patreon.com/AytheToon
Practicing writing fight scenes. The Gem of Creation calls to me.
The sun beamed down on me on this autumns day, it was unusually hot, which made me and many others uncomfortable.
We knew the day would come that those soldiers from the west would come and take what they think is theirs.
For centuries, we’ve protected this abandoned kingdom of the east. It’s ruins is our home, it has been for so long…I grew up here and so many others. Like my friends.
But we’ve been told that the soldiers of the west would come back…I didn’t believe it until I saw a scout wearing armour that was the colour of sliver, glistening in the sun.
I knew then we would be in danger.
I’ve told my fellow dwellers that our home was to be attacked soon and to be ready, they were coming for something priceless.
Something dangerous that shouldn’t fall into their hands.
One hundred years ago, when the kingdom of the east was only slowly being accepted by nature again, a shining light was coming from the ruined castle.
When we investigated, it was beautiful.
The heart of the Sea.
We swore to protect the precious gem, not many of us questioning why it was in the kingdom of the east’s clutches before it the fall but I believe they wanted it because it connected them to our long forgotten creators.
Where we hoped one day, they would return to us.
If we held onto the gems of creations, like the heart of the Sea we could possibly summon them, but this precious gem in the hands of the west? It would be catastrophic.
The sun still beams brightly…I’m not used to all this sun. Non of us are.
We’re used to the shadows.
I await at the gate. The entrance to the centre of the castle where lies the heart of the Sea. I must be on my guard or those who came to claim it will cut me into nothing but pieces.
So I await at my post until I see them.
A solider? No, a knight.
Whose armour shines a luminous blue and whose helmet is adorned with horns the colour of gold.
And whose sword is sharper then any sword I’ve ever seen.
I pull out my own sword. I throw my cloak aside.
Thus my fate maybe sealed…or theirs.
I charged towards them my sword aiming for their abdomen, they dodge to my right and I swing the sword to my right.
Somehow they dash away from my strike and try to aim for my head, if I was only a few more seconds late I would’ve had a sword in my head but I was able to lunge forward and catch myself before turning quickly.
I throw my sword at them and they dodge, looking at the sword and I’m able to strike them with my dagger. Piercing their chainmail, it caught them off guard and they stagger, I try aim for the eye holes of their helmet but I end up collapsing on top of them.
We fumble for but a moment but I grip onto my dagger as I’m able to stab their eye.
They scream and immediately push me off, I’m without my dagger and I try and catch myself but I fall onto my whole being, it leaves me winded and I look to them.
They get up, they tower over me, I expect them to remove the dagger, it jutting out of their helm but no, they only walk to my direction with a thousand yard stare.
I shuffle back, trying to get some distance but no, their walking is my running speed.
Their sword is by their side as they get to my feet and I feel fear.
This is my end.
Their sword pointed at me, right where my heart is. “Your last words, Dweller?” That last word was filled with disgust at my mere name. At my people’s name.
“!niw reven lliw uoy!” I throw my last bit of dust at the solider and I hear a blood curdling scream.
Their sword clatters onto the cobble stone as I hear their cries, clawing at their eyes, they get on their knees and I see sizzling.
They’re screaming is empty, nothing comes out anymore, they must’ve inhaled the dust. They hold their throat and almost collapse on me but I was able to scurry away before a loud clatter.
I see minor twitching…then nothing,
Dead.
I get up, I’m shaking at what I’ve done.
But I knew it had to be done.
I try to ignore the smell of sizzling flesh and head into the ruined castle, picking up my sword and my cloak, wrapping it around me once more.
Hoping that it can cover me from what I have done.
I open the large metal doors and close them quickly before rushing to the center of the castle.
The Princess’s chambers.
Centuries ago, a war happened between all three kingdoms, North, South and West to try and get the heart of the Sea from the East.
But the princess hid the gem in her room, where she invoked an ancient spell.
A spell that simply made them all disappear.
The kings and queens, the generals and soldiers, anyone who was at the territory of the kingdom of the east were gone. Just like that.
No one dared investigated what happened, a spell that simply made everyone disappear like they never existed scared the other kingdoms into backing off, believing the heart of the Sea was gone with the princess that invoked the ancient spell.
But no, one hundred years ago, the gem shone a brilliant light and came back to life.
I make my way past the halls, the walls covered in moss and vines, tapestries strewn around the place, some old and worn, others torn and shredded from all the time that has passed, I make my way through the long hall and open the doors to the princess’s chamber.
Where in the middle, glows the light of the heart of the Sea. Spinning in mid air, it’s making these beautiful noises reminding me of crashing waves.
I’m unsure what to do, the others must have defeated the other soldiers by now…I should go get them and see what is going on but when I turn to leave I feel this pull…like it’s calling me.
I turn and it’s shining this light that can counter the sun in beauty, I can’t help but step closer.
Before I knew it I was holding it in my hand, I feel the energy surge through my entire body. I feel lighter then air, I hear the ocean waves and I can hear it singing to me.
Telling me…
To find them.
Thus…my journey begins.
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dB0HCmxIvsw)
I don't know why.. I leave it there
Warning: Blood
You wonder why Felix cover his left eye, well during his fight against with his ex girlfriend. Fire caught his left eye, while white drops over his face. It hurts as hell.... So that is why he cover his left eye.
Mark Dacascos in Drive (1997)
Shaolin Mantis (1978)
Challenge de Escritura
05. Se reencuentran (AU)
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En el castillo, una preocupación general rodeaba a sus habitantes. La guerra contra el país del Sur ya había empezado hace más de dos meses, y la ausencia del Rey era un tema que Naeve intentaba manejar con una sonrisa en la cara.
Era de un buen conocimiento que el Rey era el mejor guerrero, y que por ello, sus soldados también eran de los mejores. Sin embargo, no importa que tan buenos sean; la guerra es la guerra y siempre hay caídos.
Naeve confiaba en las habilidades de Kylo, confiaba en que volvería, con algunas heridas pero volvería. Fue un día lluvioso cuando las noticias llegaron, de que habían ganado la guerra y de que preparen las unidades de sanación.
Solo fueron tres días a esto, de que un bullicio llegó con el atardecer y los soldados aparecieron. Naeve organizó la entrada, y los heridos mientras llegaban fueron llevados a sanación, la pelea había sido ruda, las heridas eran profundas pero sólo hubo tres guerreros perdidos en batalla.
Naeve no tuvo tiempo a preocuparse, no hasta que todos los heridos estuvieron acostados y medianamente estables. Eran tardes de la madrugada cuando Naeve finalmente pudo preguntar por su esposo. Aunque nadie supo darle una respuesta.
Con un pánico en el pecho, buscó por los jardines, por las unidades de heridos, el establo y las habitaciones de los soldados, que los pocos que no habían sido heridos la recibieron con sorpresa, aunque tampoco pudieron darle una exactitud de donde se encontraba Kylo.
Decidió calmarse, respirar e ir a cambiar su ropa manchada por la sangre. Casi nadie se encontraba en el castillo, sino estaban ayudando a los soldados, estaban preparando la comida para darles. Su cuerpo se sentía pesado, tenía ganas de llorar pero era la Reina, no podía permitirse deprimirse cuando su pueblo estaba luchando por mantenerse. Entró a la habitación deseando verse a sí misma dormida y darse cuenta que todo esto era un sueño, sabía que no lo era.
Y esto fue claro cuando dentro, sentado en la cama y gimiendo de dolor se encontraba Kylo, quién intentó pararse y ocultar su cuerpo tapado por la sangre. Heridas profundas en toda su espalda.
—Amor—Naeve corrió hacia su lugar, y sin siquiera prestar atención a otra cosa que no fuera Kylo. Intentó tocar su hombro sin embargo antes de que siquiera pudiera ver bien la herida, Kylo se paró tapándose con su camisa negra—¡¿Qué haces?! Estás lastimado, hay que limpiarlo…
—No hay problema, no duele—mintió alejándose del tacto de su esposa y en cambio ponerse a su frente besando su sien—No te acuestes aún, cambiaré las sábanas.
—Kylo—la joven se sorprendió de lo seca y dura que salió su voz, pero su esposo no se detuvo de buscar las frazadas.
—¿Si, mi amor?
—Acuéstate ahora mismo, o consideraré nuestro divorcio.
El hombro se congeló, y se sentó en la cama sin rechistar. Naeve se acercó a él sacándole la camisa con descontento. Reviso la herida, llegaba desde el hombro hasta la parte baja de la espalda, la piel estaba abierta y la sangre no dejaba de chorrear. ¿Cómo siquiera podía fingir que no le dolía cuando de solo verlo a ella le daba escalofríos?
—Iré a buscar vendas y alcohol, espera aquí.
—Amor, no es necesario…—intento decir Kylo con una sonrisa. Pero a Naeve le dolía el corazón.
—No digas una palabra más.
Tan pronto como la joven se fue, el pelinegro suspiró queriendo dormir por tres días, abrazado a su esposa. Esta situación… Era molesta. Cuando volvió, Naeve sacó el algodón y limpió la herida sin decirle una palabra. Kylo aguantó quejidos de dolor y cuando su herida empezó a ser cubierta por las vendas, notó los ojos dolidos de Naeve. Era tan estupido.
—Gracias.
—¿Tienes hambre?—Naeve se paró tirando los algodones sucios. Negó y llamó a la chica por su nombre.
—Lo siento.
Silencio. Y de repente los sollozos se hicieron presentes.
—Maldita sea, Kylo. Ni te imaginas lo preocupada que estaba—Naeve tapó su cara con sus manos—¿Porque no fuiste a una unidad de sanación? Nadie sabía dónde estabas, ni cómo.
—Lo siento, en serio, simplemente quería estar aquí… contigo—sonrió—y descansar.
Kylo agarró sus manos, y apoyo su cabeza ahí. Naeve se soltó haciendo que su esposo levantara la mirada, acarició su pelo y besó su nariz.
—Te extrañé muchísimo, Kylo.
—Yo también mi amor.
Challenge de Escritura
04. Pelea
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Kylo alguna vez fue un marine, y aunque ya habían pasado tres años de su retiro, todavía no se había acostumbrado a la sociedad. Decidió que debía volver a la universidad, esperando encontrar amigos, sin embargo algo lamentable ocurrió. Todos le temían.
Kylo con pelo negro hasta los hombros, un torso enorme y una altura de 1.90, parecia tener el fisico perfecto para permanecer solo el resto de su vida. Y quizás esto hubiera pasado, si hubiera faltado a sus clases ese día tan lluvioso que parecía que iba a caerse el cielo. En el ejército, fue preparado para todo tipo de situaciones, así que unas gotas no iban a detenerlo. Claro que no tuvo en cuenta que su profesor iba a faltar junto al noventa porcierto de los estudiantes. Kylo se quedó sentado en una banca tomando café de lata, que miserable. Ni siquiera tenía un amigo como para reírse de su desgracia.
—En serio soy un tonto.
—No te preocupes, no eres el único—una voz contestó a su comentario. Kylo miró pero los primeros segundos no entendió que estaba viendo, hasta que unos ojos bajo esa bola de ropa se hizo presente—Un gusto, soy Naeve.
Una mano salió bajo las tres capas de ropa, una mano pequeña, con uñas cortas pero cuidadas, Kylo la agarró.
—Un gusto, Naeve.
Challenge de Escritura
Pelea
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Naeve y Kylo, la pareja que el reino respetaba y adoraba. Quienes se amaban con profundidad, y guiaban a sus súbditos con respeto, no siempre fueron una pareja comunicativa, aunque esos tiempos quedaron atrás y la gente se había olvidado lo que era escuchar a los Reyes gritar.
—¡Al menos deberías cuidarte a ti misma!
—¿Y qué quieres que haga?—exclamó Naeve moviendo los brazos—¿Que abandone mis responsabilidades por unos rasguños? No seas ridículo, Kylo. Tu no dejas tu puesto incluso si te han acuchillado.
—¡Pero yo soy un soldado, Naeve!—Kylo pasó su mano por su pelo suspirando y apoyándose en la cama—Además, no es eso lo que me molesta.
—¿Entonces qué es? Porque no te entiendo y en serio estas frustrándome—Naeve puso sus brazos en su cintura con el ceño fruncido. El silencio de su esposo la hizo resoplar—Bien, me voy. No voy a aguantar tus actos de niño caprichoso.
Naeve camino hacia la salida de la habitación, acomodándose la ropa abrió la puerta chasqueando la lengua, con una presión en su pecho, odiaba cuando Kylo la hacía ser la víctima. Su cuerpo fue agarrado por detrás apenas cruzó un paso al corredor, y la puerta fue cerrada en un estruendo. La joven terriblemente enojada empezó a golpear al hombre, que ni siquiera emitió un sonido, era un soldado fuerte pero Naeve no quería admitirlo en ese momento.
—¡Suéltame, ya no quiero hablar contigo!—golpeó con su codo las costillas de Kylo, e intentó liberarse pero este hizo que ambos se tiraran a la cama en un movimiento ridículo para un soldado, rápidamente Kylo agarró las frazadas caras de la cama matrimonial y envolvió a Naeve en ellas.
—Entonces, hablaré yo—los brazos de su esposo no la dejaban ni moverse—Amor, no puedo sentirme tranquilo si sé que no confías en mí para decirme si te lastimas. Sé que no puedo protegerte siempre, y sé que tampoco me dejarías hacerlo. Sin embargo, no puedo evitar sentirme ansioso si tengo que descubrir que estas lastimada por una simple casualidad.
Kylo no solia ser tan detallista en expresar sus sentimientos, sin embargo, esos ojos oscuros que brillaban con súplica le aguaron el corazón.
—Maldita sea, Kylo—Naeve cerró los ojos—¿No podías decir eso antes de que me enojara tanto? Ahora me siento mal por ocultarlo.
—Lo siento—susurró su esposo abrazándola aun cubierta con las mantas.
—Sin embargo, te lo hubiera dicho si no actúaras como si fuera a darte un paro cardíaco cada vez que ves una gota de mi sangre.
Writing tool for your fight scenes.
Time for a sunset showdown in a desolate place.
I seriously love this show!
How to Write a Fight Scene (Rebloggable Version)
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Among the typically difficult scenes writers face in their stories, the fight scene definitely ranks high on the list. Below you will find several resources with tips for writing a good fight scene.
Action with a Side of Zombies: One of our articles focused specifically on writing action scenes. Bonus: the examples all include zombies.
ArchetypesAndAllusions: An article on the three main types of fighters and their various approaches to kickin’ ass (or not).
TheCreativePenn.com: Alan Baxter, speculative fiction author, gives some great advice on characterization, setting, martial style, and cliches.
StoryHack.com: A PDF that takes you through writing a fight scene step by step by Randy Ingermanson, compiled by Bryce Beattie.
MarilynnByerly.com: An extremely good guide to writing fight scenes. This guide includes tips on character viewpoint, mapping the fight, and tricks for writing each type of fight.
Shelfari.com: This site is an interview with famed fantasy author R.A. Salvatore on how to write great fight scenes.
TheBusinessOfWriting: C. Patrick Schulze gives some good, solid advice on identifying and writing your fight scene.
EzineArticles.com: Marq McAlister explains how to make a fight scene pack some serious punch. This article is good for fine-tuning.
Martin Turner: Focusing specifically on sword-fighting scenes, Martin Turner writes in great detail on every conceivable detail of this type of time-honored fight scene.
SeriousPixie.com: Susan tells you about the three types of fight scene writers and explains how to fix the problems that arise for each type.
David Alan Lucus: This multi-part guide gives advice in exhaustive detail on how to write an awesome fight scene.
NightFoot: This Tumblr post offers some great tips for writing fight scenes.
These links provide advice specifically for writing battle scenes:
Gerri Blanc: eHow’s article on battle scenes is a basic step-by-step list for you. It’s a good introduction to writing battle scenes.
StormTheCastle.com: This article takes you through an in-depth guide on how to write battle scenes for fantasy stories.
Rhonda Leigh Jones: Jones lists some dos and don’ts of writing battle scenes.
Other resources:
List of Martial Arts: Looking for a fighting style? Find it here!
List of Weapons: Every type of weapon you can think of is listed here.
List of Military Tactics: From troop movements to siege warfare, this list has got you covered.
Asylum.com: A few examples of awesome battle tactics from history.
BadassOfTheWeek.com: Get some inspiration for awesome fight scenes and fighting characters from this compendium of badassitude.
Thearmedgentleman: Austin has offered to share his knowledge on weaponry with any writers who have questions. Thanks, Austin!
We hope this helps! If you have another link or a tip for how to write fight/battle scenes, hit up our ask box and let us know!
WLC 6.G: Magic Duel 3v3
L: The first rule of magic duels is don't get into magic duels. The second is to remain calm; if ya lose your s***e, ya soon won't have s***e left to lose.
The first to move is Tanglepork. Dodging an opportune swipe of Ioana's claws as she runs away, she reloads her gun. She quickly turns and fires, but her nerves betray her and the bullet barely misses the lycan's head.
Ioana's fierce gaze remains locked on her prey as she commands the air to twist around her. It becomes like a miniature tornado as she chases after the gnome.
Gudrun locks eyes with the minotaur. "Obey me," she says, her eyes alight.
L: The third rule of magic duels is to know what your opponent can do and prepare to counter it.
"Not this time, b***h," says Honeycrisp, shaking off the force trying to insert itself into his mind.
Gudrun pulls out a silver wand. "Fine."
Honeycrisp focuses and magic courses through his body, accelerating him. Sparks dance upon his horns.
L: Corollary: Know what your opponent knows ya can do and don't do it.
Ling raises a wall of ribs, splitting a third of the room away, isolating the lycan and the deputy from the rest of them. The massive ribs connecting ceiling to floor have gaps too small for most of the room's occupants. "This way, Porky," commands Ling, as she positions herself by the passage to the portal room.
J: How many wall of bones spells do there really need to be?
"Ling," whines Zingiber, "You're supposed to be fighting me." She releases a blast of glittery fire into Ling's face, but the gex licks her eyes clean.
Tanglepork takes a liking to the idea of people not seeing things and turns invisible, then attempts to sneak around Ioana to reach the bone wall. Her steps are calculated to match the rhythm of the other fighters.
Ioana sniffs about and detonates a burst of fire where she believes the gnome to be hiding, but by some gnomish trickery (possibly breakdancing), the deputy remains unharmed.
Gudrun fires a purple beam from her wand, but Honeycrisp defects it with his horn. "S***e," she says, calmly. Foreseeing the sheriff's next move, she conjures a shield in front of her.
Honeycrisp charges forward, his horns smash open the shield. While his target is unharmed by that, the hook to her face makes quite the impact, knocking free a tooth, which explodes. The shrapnel then defies physics and embed themselves in the dwarf's neck.
Ling conjures a facsimile of a dryad -a type of tree nymph- that wraps her arms around the elf. "Hey there, cutie," says the dryad with a wink.
L: Preventing your opponent from casting at all is the strongest option. A lot of magic requires somantics.
Zingiber forces an arm free. "Getting off on this, Dr. Ling?" She gestures wildly. "Then check this!"
Unfortunately for Zingiber, her spell fails for multiple reasons: Tanglepork is out of the area, Honeycrisp (bull) and the dryad (plant) don't have the targeted anatomy, and Ling, because of her experiences in Wizard School, always begins the day with protective spells like Genital Mirror Shield. Thus, the caster herself is the only affected person.
Zingiber clutches her guts as her Ovarian Explosion nearly rips apart her insides. "Mistake."
J: Who even crafted that? Why make that?
"Serves ya right," shouts Ling.
Invisible, Tanglepork sneaks up to the ribs while quietly reloading her weapon and squeezes through. Aiming back through, she takes another shot breaking her disguise. The bullet, buffeted by the wind, glances the lycan's shoulder. "Oh, come on," the deputy grumbles.
If Ioana were the beast she looked like, she'd just run up to the ribs and try to smash through, but the witch is smarter than that. The bones form a fence she can cast through and, with the wind making her a difficult target, she's free to do so. She condenses a suffocating cloud around the gnome. "You can't escape," she growls.
"Help me," demands Gudrun to Zingiber, taking a defensive step away. She locks eyes with Ling and a mental bomb causes her to recoil in pain.
J: How many counters do you have? L: One more than I think I'll need.
"Time to put you b***hes in your place," says Honeycrisp.
"Can you shut your f**king mouth for five b****y minutes!" yells Ling.
"Great idea!" Honeycrisp forms a zone of silence around himself and lunges headfirst into Gudrun, impaling her on his horns and lifting her off the ground.
L: A lot of magic requires incantations too.
Now unable to hear, the false dryad looks to Ling for instruction. Ling gestures for her to keep Zingiber in that area close to the sheriff. Ling then condenses the cloud around the deputy into a shield of water.
Zingiber punches and knees the dryad, bashing onto bark-coated flesh. Breaking free, she scrambles out of the inaudible zone.
Tanglepork peers around the shield (reloading) and focuses on that first bullet, the one that's still in the back of the lycan's skull. The tiny piece of lead becomes hotter, burning its way into the witch's brain.
Screeching with pain, Ioana draws in through the floor as much spiritual energy as she can. The sheriff cannot avoid having part of his soul drained and the dryad wilts, while Tanglepork's fidgeting about causes her to be less effected and Ling avoids it entirely by hopping onto the wall, taking note that Zingiber is casually unaffected.
Gudrun thrashes about, desperately trying to free herself from the horns. Her punches and kicks are not enough, however.
A bright light flashes the room as Honeycrisp channels electricity through his horns and Gudrun's body. He then charges at Zingiber slapping her across the room with her dwarven cohort's charred, but still living body.
L: Anything is a weapon. Everything is a weapon.
Ling takes a moment to think. Two of these witches should be dead now; why aren't they? It must be that contract. She commands the weakened dryad to grab the elf again (which she does). Ling yells, "Porky, we need to leave."
Zingiber once again forces her arms free to aim another spell and then shoves the dryad away. The sheriff collapses as his muscles detach themselves from his bones. Ling recognizes her own spell, Tendon Tearer.
As Tanglepork continues to burn a hole through Ioana's head, she yells to Ling, "How?" She takes another shot from the other side of the shield, sinking a bullet into the lycan's chest. "Eat that!"
Ioana retreats to the entrance door, as if daring her enemies to try to get through her. She stomps on the ground, causing the already misshapen cubes of the room to twist around becoming a series of crude pyramids. Now even just standing here is an issue.
Gudrun pries her body off of the sheriff's horns and pathetically crawls away. Her bleeding, burnt body struggling to cross the threshold of sound due to the floor's sudden shift.
Honeycrisp sends a message via vibration directly through the floor and wall to Ling's ear bones. While she doesn't know the exact meaning, it isn't hard to guess the intent.
J: Why would you keep saving him? L: Because it's the right thing to do. A: Meat shield.
Ling restores the sheriff's ability to move -his muscles reattaching themselves- and orders the dryad to muzzle the elf; the dryad's solution is to shove her hand into Zingiber's mouth.
Zingiber bites the hand and pulls a brown jewel out of her robe. She stabs it into the dryad's ear and detonates it. The dryad's mostly headless body dissipates.
Tanglepork pulls a glass bottle out of her pocket and lodges it into the barrel of her gun. The special bottle is launched by the force of her shot and explodes on impact with the lycan, whose whirling winds erupt into flame. "Give up already!"
Ioana quickly draws the moisture in the air (and the water shield) onto her person, suffocating the fire. Realizing her wind had burned away, she conjures a shield to deflect further gunfire.
Gudrun crawls further from the sheriff and attempts to scramble his brain, but cannot tell what effect she actually has.
Honeycrisp leaps with intent to crush the elf, but his vision is blurred and wobbly like a drunkard, and he smashes his fist centimeters away from her head. She weaves around the following blows.
Ling continues to rack her brain. She kicks off a burst of mental energy, accelerating her thoughts. Zingiber mentioned several construction-related spells and this lair is blatantly artificial, that entity needs mortals to interact with this world, and the witches seemed to have thought that sacrificing children into the portal was the point. ...Maybe they built the portal? So, having them harm it would break the contract?
"Porky, this way," she yells as she forms an arrow of light pointing to herself in front of Honeycrisp, "Pull back!" Ling hopes that the witches will follow after them.
While Honeycrisp is distracted, Zingiber sees an opportunity. The sheriff's horns are covered in her friend's blood. Reaching up and grabbing them, the elf drives the blood like knives into his skin and rips his face off.
A: I like this woman. Obviously became a demon.
"You f**king b***h!" Tanglepork's rage cannot penetrate the muted bubble the elf remains in, but her bullet can, barely grazing Zingiber's nose.
"Time to end this," says Ioana, teleporting right behind the deputy. A swipe of her claw slices open the gnome's backside.
"Help me," calls out Gudrun, putting pressure on her bleeding wounds. She tries to lock eyes with the deputy, but the gnome is too wrought with emotion.
Bleeding profusely, Honeycrisp slams his fists into the elf's guts, sparks passing through her organs with each strike.
"Can't get near the k**bhead," Ling grumbles. She calls upon the sheriff's flesh to mend itself, stealing pieces of Zingiber's hands in the process.
Zingiber dodges another swing as she rolls out of the silent bubble and does a wild swinging display spraying her own blood about into floating runes that drive themselves into the sheriff. On contact, the pieces of herself stuck in his face explode, taking his head with them.
Screaming with rage and grief, Tanglepork races toward Ling across the crooked, spiky floor and tries to shoot the blood-dancing elf. The bullet comes nowhere close.
Ioana chases after and commands pieces of the stone floor to erupt as a cage around the gnome, but the agile deputy leaps to freedom.
"Stop," demands Gudrun, but the deputy refuses.
L: But the most important rule of a magic duel is:
"We're getting the kids," yells Ling, ostensibly to Tanglepork, "And then we're getting the f**k out of here." She conjures a massive potato to block the lycan's path.
"No, you're not," yells Zingiber forming further runes. With a great forceful push, the corpse of the sheriff is launched at the doctor, who dives out of the way. The body tumbles into the corridor and explodes, collapsing the tunnel.
L: Never forget why you're fighting.
"Zingiber, you fool!" yells Ioana, but it is too late.
"The final line has been crossed," announces a booming voice, "No simple task was beneath your ability to fail. The violation of the contract has ceded all boons I have blessed upon you."
From the liquid metal in Ioana's brain and the burnt, ruptured organs in Gudrun's body, the two die with no fanfare.
"What?" Zingiber staggers forward in confusion, the blood-loss killing her slowly. "That's not fair."
Tanglepork stops running. Ling and she carefully walk toward Zingiber. "You killed my boss," says Tanglepork, out of breath.
"Whatever," says Zingiber, focusing on Ling, "Going to kill me, Ling? Plenty of ways to make me suffer. You could sta-"
"I'm talking to you," says the deputy.
"I don't want y-"
BANG
The deputy helps Zingiber paint the ceiling a delightful new shade of pink.
"Bl'ell, Porky," mutters Ling, "You didn't-"
"It's over." Tanglepork sits down.
Ling turns to the collapsed passage. "I'll get the kids..." She looks around at the bloody mess that was once three witches. "...And ya... deal with this?"
WLC 3.3: Wormsworn
The mass of undead giant worms continues to grow. Bile pours out, sliding down their sides and pooling on the ground.
Melandria raises her hand to the abomination and yells, "BEGONE!" Suddenly, half of the mass is ripped into a black void. The remainder force their way free.
L: She called that spell 'Dark Hole'.
"So cool," says Jevoi. She turns to the Shadow Queen, "Sorceresses are so cool!"
"Child, it is not safe here," says Melandria, "Please, go back inside."
Jevoi grabs onto Melandria's dress, "Tell me how to do that!"
"I promise to later."
Above them a translucent barrier forms blocking bile being launched at the group. Oighrig yells at the worms.
J: I didn't speak Vrow, but I assume she was cursing at them.
"That's what Nana Ning said, too," pouts Jevoi, "Mum won't let her teach me."
"If you work hard," says Melandria, disintegrating a line of worms, "You'll be able to be whatever you want."
"Mel, stop," yells Ling, "Don't encourage her." Ling gestures and the ravaged crops begin wrapping around the worms on the ground.
Melandria is so confused that she cannot respond.
"We're not talking about my mum now," says Ling, blasting a bolt of magic that transforms one worm into a still writhing giant carrot; it's companions immediately begin eating it alive.
J: You never let Ning teach me anything. L: Think hard, Jevoi, why'd that be. J: I only saw her twice before she died, Mum. L: Is that why ya're obsessed with her? D: Can we get back to the story? L: Right. Also, that spell's 'Veggification'.
"Boss!" A pair of armored tallgoblins step out from the tower with weapons drawn, "Give us your order!"
"Gish," yells Ling, raising a wall of large blunt teeth covered in smaller sharper teeth to hold off the tide of zombie worms dropping off the damaged mass, "Where's your salt? Get me all of it! Gash, watch my kid!" Melandria's shadow arms raise out of the gaps and begin forcibly grinding the worms against the teeth.
"Yes, Ma'am!" says Gish, racing back into the tower as Oighrig conjures a massive storm cloud spider. It magnetizes several worms out of the mass and pulls them into its mouth, electrocuting them all the while.
"Why me?" asks Gash, launching a flaming boulder over the wall.
L: Dental Palisade, Conjure Storm Spider (not to be confused with Conjure Spider Storm), and... er, Big Flame Rock. J: Goblins tend to be straight forward.
"We need someone to protect the-" Melandria taps the side of her head, "Idea: take her to meet Gank. Then you can keep them both safe while we get this under control."
"Understood, Boss!" says Gash, sheathing his weapon, "With me," he says to Jevoi.
"Fiiiine," says the child.