Original Post By: larsi
Trial of Ball
The skirmish of the soldiers continued on. Another one of the Divine Soldiers was struck by a Shandian attack but used the remainder of his strength to press on, aiming to land a strike with the axe dial squarely on one of the foes. It was not a pretty sight, but this was war. Teeth gritted, his fellow soldiers were invigorated by their ally's resolve, leaping forward, attempting at whatever cost to take out their foes.
Unable to land their attacks on Genbo due to his massive weapon serving as a wall against the assault instead took a step back. Looking at one another, they silently agreed on a strategy. The remaining men spread out in an arc, before closing in from multiple angles, so that they would be more likely to succeed.
Laki's first shot hits the mark, no scream as a lifeless body plummeted towards the vearth below. The next two barely missed their target, the two soldiers leaping behind cover. The remaining soldiers following her were unsure what to do, the woman now at a very advantageous location. One of them stuck his head out above, looking at her location, ducking down before she could shoot him. Turning to his allies, he mouthed a few words, unknown to the sniper up above. Moments later the last soldiers, minus the one that had stuck his head out emerged from their spots, charging towards Laki, keeping their eyes on her, hoping to be able to dodge.
Several more screamed as Kamakiri's spear engulfed them or part of them in flames. Rolling away, they writhed in pain, while the remainders took a step back. Uncertain what to do from here. One brave man stood left, facing the blazing inferno. With a single motion he told the others to follow him. With shock on their faces, realizing what he was suggesting, the others were barely able to muster the courage to follow him. However, shame quickly overtook them, and they followed right behind their fellow soldier, a spear aimed for the heathen who dared step into the garden of a Priest of God.
Braham's first shot struck true, one of the soldiers falling to the ground in a pool of their own blood. The others reacted to the sound of the gunshots, moving aside. One of them was unlucky, unable to see where he was going, and was soon falling towards the ground. The rest of the soldier's charged forth with grim determination zig zagging towards their foe, hoping to reach him before their forces were all spent.
Satori watched with glee as the leader of the Shandian forces danced to his tune. Unable to escape the countless balls thrown at him, it was all he could to keep alive. The poison gas spread, leaving a very small area free. Laughing crazily, the priest grabbed ahold of two more balls, sending them flying down towards Wiper. One contained flowers, the other balloons, but there was no way for his foe to know this, and it would only distract from the poison clouds. A loud sound and blinding light brought the Priest back to the present. Turning his head towards the source, shock filled his face for a moment, before once again being overtaken with glee. See! Our God's wrath. You are nothing before his touch! Hoh hoh hooooooooooooo!
Makeshift Trial of Strings
Shura was caught unaware, his hostage retaliating against him. Releasing a wave of fire from his weapon, the doctor would be blow away. Happy with himself he seemed to think the danger was over, he turned his attention towards his ally, the swordswoman. As she approached him, the dust upturned by the fire blast obscured their foe until it was too late. Just like before the sharp metal would press itself up against the doctor's neck. However, unlike before it was far from cool, instead the metal would be hot enough to melt flesh. If either of you move I will sear this guy's throat off. I'm getting too tired for this... As the smoke settled, it revealed Shura almost untouched by the blast sent by the doctor, but anger clear on his face. You, woman! Put down your weapon and sit down, with your arms where I can see them!
Once again his foe had underestimated him, thinking he would quickly lose in the face of heat. Far from it, just after the attack was set off, he had activated his heat dial, absorbing any heat created from the blast, turning it into slightly strong wind. Now his dial was fully charged once more, ready to burn a hole in the neck of this man who thought he could so easily take out a Priest of God.
Trial of Iron
Enel stood at the edge of the ship, looking down. He wore a white cap on his head, multicolored baggy pants on his legs and on his back, instead of ears were a set of drums. Normal people would at least struggle to hear the words spoken below, but not he. His mantra allowed him to know everything that happened in his kingdom. Hearing the words of the creatures below the God only laughed more. Taking a breather, he graced them with a response.
I WILL NOT SET FOOT ON THAT DIRTY SOIL ONCE MORE. I WILL RETURN IT TO THE BLUE SEA FROM WHENCE IT CAME. YOU HEATHENS WITH IT. BE GLAD YOU PERISHED AT THE HANDS OF GOD HIMSELF!
Then, as if grabbing the heavens, the God stretched his arms out, palms open. The clouds churned and rumbled before opening again over the building Ohm had resided within only a few hundred meters from Joby and co. A white pillar shot down into it, reducing it and nearby buildings to dust. Truly the wrath of God.
FAREWELL, LITTLE ONES!
