Island Valkyrie Island

[Aro]

Valkyrie Island #2
@Dream

The squadron of Valkyries swarmed the skies to begin their daily reconnaissance.

As the trio loomed closer, it wouldnt be long before they would be spotted by the flying guard, their distinctive biological features betraying, making them easy to spot among the clear skies.

The warhorn would be blown, it's sound instantly drew the warrior women towards the three lunarians like moths of a flame. The Valkyries surrounded them, numbering a total of fifteen, with poison laced spears pointed at their person.

The leader of the recon group, Luncianne, gracefully flapped her wings, hovering as she addressed the strangers. She was visibly unhappy with their presence. Their black wings and ignited backs filled her with a sense of unease.

"Trespassing is inexcusable! By the laws of our society, you are to be put under arrest and await trail by our Sky Court. Surrender peacefully or suffer imprisonment by force!" The woman commanded with a gruff tone.​

 

[Hiei]

VALKYRIE ISLAND​

Post 3 - @Infinity ​

As the Valkyrie horn echoes through the sky, the trio of Lunarians comes to a halt. The sound of wings fills the air as the Valkyries encircle them, spears gleaming with a faint, deadly sheen. The warriors’ sharp eyes lock onto their black wings and ignited backs, their unease palpable.

Lucianne’s voice cuts through the tension, commanding surrender with authority.

Lucifer raises a hand, signaling restraint. His voice is calm but commanding. “We mean no harm. We’re travelers seeking knowledge, not conflict. Lower your weapons, and let’s talk.”

Malekith’s lip curls into a sneer, his eyes blazing with disdain. He steps forward, ignoring Lucifer’s gesture, his voice dripping with venom. “Arrest? Trial? Your laws are meaningless to me. Do you truly believe your paltry spears and hollow threats can subdue us? I could reduce this sky to ash before you take another breath.”

Malekith’s wings flare, a surge of heat radiating from his ignited back. “I suggest you reconsider your position, mortal. The only trial here will be your endurance of my wrath.”

White Wolf watches the exchange, his sharp gaze darting between the Valkyries and his companions. He folds his arms, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, this is going well,” he mutters, his tone laced with sarcasm.

White Wolf steps forward, his voice cutting through the rising tension. “Ladies, I suggest you think carefully. You’re outnumbered where it counts—experience. My companions aren’t the diplomatic type, but I can assure you, if this turns into a fight, it won’t end well for anyone. Let’s skip the part where everyone dies and have a civilized conversation, shall we?”

The trio’s contrasting personalities create a tense standoff, their combined presence a volatile mix of diplomacy, arrogance, and pragmatism. The Valkyries’ response will determine whether the skies above remain peaceful or erupt into chaos.

 

[Aro]

Valkyrie Island #3
@Dream

Faced with a potential threat, the Valkyries demanded the trio to be reprimanded for trespassing in their territory. However, unlike their leader, his companions were less than cooperative to say the least, angering Lucianne.

“Arrest? Trial? Your laws are meaningless to me. Do you truly believe your paltry spears and hollow threats can subdue us? I could reduce this sky to ash before you take another breath. Isuggest you reconsider your position, mortal. The only trial here will be your endurance of my wrath.” threatened Maliketh. Luncianne glared at the lunarian coldly while the others tightened their grip on their weapons, a bitter taste left in their mouth from his arrogance.

Spoiler: 🦋Butterfly Effect🦋

Lucianne will remember Maliketh's repsonse.

White Wolf decided to intervene, most likely wanting to avoid unnessary bloodshed. “Ladies, I suggest you think carefully. You’re outnumbered where it counts—experience. My companions aren’t the diplomatic type, but I can assure you, if this turns into a fight, it won’t end well for anyone. Let’s skip the part where everyone dies and have a civilized conversation, shall we?”

However, Lucianne refused to budge from her stance.

"A civilized conversation is assured only IF you follow proper procedure and are judged in our Sky Court. Once you're in our skies, you abide by our laws. We've been trained from birth to protect this island, do you honestly believe we fear dying for it?" She replied sternly. She pointed her weapon in the direction on Maliketh himself.

"So which one is it? Diplomacy or your lives? The choice is yours."​

 

[Hiei]

VALKYRIE ISLAND​

Post 4 - @Infinity​

Malekith's lips curled into a wicked grin, his crimson eyes gleaming with malice. He took a deliberate step forward, his imposing figure casting a shadow that seemed to darken the very air around him.

"You speak of laws and fearlessness as though they hold meaning in my presence," Malekith said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Do you truly think your mortal notions of justice bind me? I am no subject of your Sky Court, no mere trespasser in your precious domain. I am Malekith, and your defiance amuses me."

The air around him grew heavy, as though the weight of his presence alone was suffocating. His blackened wings flared wide, their edges glowing faintly with embers of his Lunarian fire.

White Wolf, standing a step behind Malekith, pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a low, exasperated sigh. "Here we go," he muttered under his breath, glancing at Lucifer, who remained silent but watchful.

With a measured tone, White Wolf stepped forward, positioning himself between Malekith and their would-be captors. His golden eyes scanned the tense scene with practiced calm.

"Malekith," he said firmly, his voice carrying a quiet authority. "As much as I enjoy watching you play god, maybe don’t incinerate everyone just yet. We’re not here to conquer the skies, remember?"

He turned his attention back to the armed figures before them, his tone shifting to something more pragmatic. "Look, we didn’t come here to fight. We’re passing through. If your laws demand we answer for that, fine. But dragging this into a bloodbath isn’t going to serve anyone, least of all you."

Malekith sneered but didn’t interrupt, though his contempt was palpable.

White Wolf continued, his voice steady but edged with a warning. "You’re trained warriors, sure. But my friend here," he gestured toward Malekith, "isn’t exactly known for restraint. And me? I don’t enjoy cleaning up after him. So let’s not push this to a point where it’s you or your home that pays the price for pride."

The tension in the air was thick, the standoff teetering on the edge of chaos. Malekith, his patience razor-thin, finally spoke again.

"Choose wisely," he said coldly, his grin fading into a scowl. "Your lives mean nothing to me, but I’m curious—how long can you last before your skies burn?"

 

[Aro]

Valkyrie Island #4
@Dream

The lunarians continued their defiance until the end, only resulting in the Valkyries distrusting them even more. Lucianne calmly gave them an ultimatum, in which Malekith continued to resist. Taking a step forward, he refused to back down to the women he thought were below him.

"You speak of laws and fearlessness as though they hold meaning in my presence. Do you truly think your mortal notions of justice bind me? I am no subject of your Sky Court, no mere trespasser in your precious domain. I am Malekith, and your defiance amuses me."

The Valkyries exchanged glances with thoughts of disgust shared between them. Maybe they should forget protocol and kill them right then and there for their arrogance. But Lucianne didn't give the order. The Lunarian displayed a dark aura, but Lucianne had no fear. However, her patience was growing thin. Before she could respond, White Wolf intervened yet again, scolding his companion.

Then he faced the Valkyries once again.

"Look, we didn’t come here to fight. We’re passing through. If your laws demand we answer for that, fine. But dragging this into a bloodbath isn’t going to serve anyone, least of all you. You’re trained warriors, sure. But my friend here isn’t exactly known for restraint. And me? I don’t enjoy cleaning up after him. So let’s not push this to a point where it’s you or your home that pays the price for pride." The Lunarian said in usual quiet yet authorative tone.

Malekith also had the last word, once again choosing to threaten the women instead of choosing peace.

Lucianne sighed in annoyance. "Your words continue to be quite ironic all things considered." She said punching her brow, with her weapon still pointed at the Lunarian trio. "You speak of wanting to take a diplomatic approach for the sake of knowledge, yet you refuse peace by simply not coming with us and going through the proper procedure!"

"You've disrespected us from the start. We have a way of doing things in OUR domain. It is YOUR pride and arrogance that's keeping us from seeing you as anything but a threat! A completely insufferable bunch." She turned around, beginning to slowly fly towards her home. "You will follow us 'peacefully' to your holding cell and await trial. From there, our court will decide our willingness to share our knowledge with you."

The rest of the Valkyries lowered their weapons and formed a 'U' shaped formation behind of the trio, waiting patiently but with disdain for them to follow their captain to their destination.​

 

[Hiei]

VALKYRIE ISLAND​

Post 5 - @Infinity ​

Malekith’s lips curled into a sinister smirk as Lucianne turned her back, her words echoing in his ears. The arrogance of these mortals, demanding obedience from him—it was almost laughable. Almost. He stepped forward, his aura darkening as his voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“Follow you? To a cell?” His tone dripped with venomous amusement. “You mistake my patience for submission, mortal. I do not follow. I do not yield. You think your laws can contain me? Your court is but a fleeting illusion of order. I am the harbinger of true dominion, and your pitiful attempts at control are as fleeting as the wind.”

The White Wolf, standing at Malekith’s side, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. “For someone who claims to be a master of domination, you sure do love to talk,” he muttered under his breath, loud enough for Malekith to hear. “And you wonder why diplomacy fails.”

Turning his attention to Lucianne’s retreating figure, the Witcher raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Look, let’s cut through the theatrics. My companion here has a... unique way of expressing himself, but I assure you, he’s capable of restraint when it suits him. We’ll come with you, but only under the condition that no harm comes to us before this so-called trial. Agreed?”

Malekith’s smirk faltered, his crimson eyes narrowing as he shot a glare at the White Wolf. “You presume to speak for me, Witcher?”

“I presume to keep us alive,” the White Wolf retorted, his voice steady but firm. “Or would you prefer to turn this into another of your glorious conquests, where you’re the only one left standing? Because let me remind you—this isn’t your domain, and we’re here for a reason that doesn’t involve reducing the skies to ash.”

Malekith’s eyes burned with restrained fury, but after a tense moment, he let out a low, derisive chuckle. “Very well. If only to amuse myself with this charade of justice. But mark my words, Witcher—when their farce inevitably crumbles, I will not hesitate to remind them of their insignificance.”

The White Wolf shook his head, muttering under his breath, “You’re a real piece of work.”

Without another word, the trio began to move, following their would-be captors. Malekith walked with his head held high, exuding an air of defiance and superiority, while the White Wolf kept his gaze forward, his expression a mask of practiced indifference. In his mind, however, he was already calculating their next move, knowing full well that Malekith’s pride would not allow this situation to end quietly.

 

[Aro]

Valkyrie Island #5
@Dream

Having had enough of the pointless chitchat, Lucciane turned her back on the Lunarians and began to fly away in order to lead the trespassers to the Court. She paid no mind to Malekith's ignorant vitriol, only pausing for a moment when the White Wolf made another request.

“Look, let’s cut through the theatrics. My companion here has a... unique way of expressing himself, but I assure you, he’s capable of restraint when it suits him. We’ll come with you, but only under the condition that no harm comes to us before this so-called trial. Agreed?”

Lucianne did not answer. Instead she continued along her flight path, not deeming the question worth a reply. If harm was to come to them before the trial it would have already happened.

The Plains

The Valkyries led the Lunarian trio over the grasslands of Valkyrie Island. They would immediately notice that the air was fresh, crisp, clean, and cool with a blend of pine needles, earthy soil, and a hint of clean water, with a distinct "crisp" quality due to the cold air and lack of pollutants; a very pure and invigorating scent. And the grasslands down below was like an ocean of green unlike anything they had seen before. Paradise. Seperating the ground, were ravines, that formed intricate patterns within the floating earth and some of them carried villages where children the tiny figures could be seen flying up and about at a low altitude, their wings too weak to fly at heights adults could. Lucianne cracked a small smile as she watched them go, carry a looking of yearning before the feeling passed as quickly as it went.

All the splendor of the plains would pale in comparison to the impressive piece of architecture that lay before them. A clump of clouds gathered over the Valkyriean mountain and began to dissapte the mpre they grew closer. Then it revealed itself. The Valkyrie capitol. New Asgard.
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New Asgard

New Asgard was a pinnacle of the civilization's technology. A Castle in the Sky. Lucianne flapped her wings, pushing herself upwards. "Follow me." She said as she led them all towards the peak of the castle. This was by far the busiest part of the island. Valkyries of all ages could be seen swarming the giant structure, like bees to a hive, most likely returning from their daily tasks and whatever else. And as the group landed at the entrance, the trio would all recieve intense glares from the warrior women around them. Outsiders.

Lucianne turned and faced the lunarians. This was only the beginning of the journey, they still had to go deeper within.

"From here on out, I will lead you by foot. Refrain from causing any trouble BEFORE we reach the court house. Because unlike before, you’re completely outnumbered. Especially where it counts—experience." Lucianne warned, throwing White Wolf's words back at him, while simulatneously shooting daggers at Malekith.

The Lunarian's would immediately notice, older, more powerful warrior women eyeing them down. Some with caution, some with curiosty and others with disdain. Alot of these veterans possessed strength that could even give Lucifer a hard time. They were truly in the lions den. Lucciane waited patiently for confirmation of their good behavior, for as much as she didnt like them, she would prefer they be tried fairly BEFORE slaying atleast a certain someone for their blatant disrespect.​

 

[Aro]

Valkyrie Island #1
@lophole

While Lucianne was busy dealing with the lunarian trespassers, the Valkyrie Head Judge, Aurora had begun friendly combat with a marine who managed to gain the respect of one of her most trusted guards.

The warrioress raised her blade and held tight her shield, preparing herself for what was to come. Viktor spun his right blade at blinding speeds, taking a single step forward before delivering a double bladed slash towards her person. Aurora cooly lifted her shield, as it struck against the hard metal with a loud DONG, rendering the Skypian's attack null and void.

Spoiler

Viktor DPR: 45 STR = wall level
Aurora's Sheild: 21-40: 2. Small Building Level Durability.
DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

Aurora's arm vibrated under the weight of his strength, Viktor was truly no slouch. "Impressive, young man. Let's see how you handle this!"

She pushed Vikor's blades to the side with a swipe of her shield. The man showed a pained expression, inspecting his wound which garnered a concerned expression from the Valkyrie. Regaining eye contact, the marine declared that he was fine, before contuining as normal.

"I really hope so." She replied. Pushing her body forward with her left foot, Aurora thrusted her blade towards the marine's left pectoral, aiming to pierce through the man's chest in a swift motion.

Spoiler

61-80: 2. Small Building Level+B: +2=3. Large Building Level

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[Hiei]

VALKYRIE ISLAND​

POST 6 - @Infinity ​

The Lunarian trio moved through the majestic plains of Valkyrie Island, the landscape offering an almost surreal beauty. The air was crisp and invigorating, carrying the scent of pine needles and clean water. Below them stretched an endless ocean of green grasslands, broken only by intricate ravines that housed quaint villages. Tiny figures of children, their fragile wings fluttering, could be seen flying at low altitudes. It was a sight that might inspire awe in others, but for the Lunarians, it was merely a backdrop to their journey.

As they approached the towering architecture of New Asgard, a pinnacle of Valkyrie civilization, the castle loomed like a divine testament to their technological and cultural prowess. The structure bustled with activity, Valkyries swarming around it like bees to a hive. Their presence was met with intense glares from the warrior women, their disdain for outsiders evident.

The trio landed at the entrance, their arrival drawing the immediate attention of nearby Valkyries. White Wolf, his gaze steady, surveyed the surroundings with an air of cautious calculation.

"Charming welcome," White Wolf remarked dryly, his voice laced with subtle sarcasm. "Nothing says hospitality like daggers for eyes."

Malekith scoffed, his smirk widening. "Oh, don’t be so sensitive, White Wolf. Perhaps they’re just dazzled by your legendary charisma—or lack thereof."

White Wolf turned to him, his expression unamused. "And I suppose your sparkling wit is winning them over as we speak?"

Malekith chuckled, his tone biting. "Of course. I’ve always been a hit with warrior societies. They appreciate someone who doesn’t cower behind diplomacy."

White Wolf raised an eyebrow, his voice sharp. "Diplomacy, Malekith, is what keeps heads attached to bodies. You might want to try it sometime—assuming you can manage without your usual theatrics."

Malekith’s grin turned predatory. "And here I thought you enjoyed my theatrics. What’s the matter, Wolf? Feeling overshadowed?"

The exchange drew a few curious glances from the Valkyries, though none dared to interrupt. The tension between the two Lunarians simmered, their verbal sparring as sharp as any blade.

Lucifer remained silent throughout, his expression unreadable. His golden eyes flicked between the bickering pair and the imposing castle before them. Despite his lack of words, his presence was palpable, a quiet force that both Malekith and White Wolf couldn’t ignore. As the trio moved forward, an unspoken thought lingered between them.

Malekith glanced at Lucifer out of the corner of his eye, his smirk fading slightly. "He’s too quiet," he muttered under his breath. "Almost as if this is all going exactly as he planned."

White Wolf, catching the same vibe, tightened his jaw. The same suspicion gnawed at him, though he wouldn’t voice it aloud. Was Lucifer orchestrating something larger, or was this just his way of letting them exhaust themselves? Either way, the uncertainty was enough to keep both on edge.

The trio continued their approach, the silence between them now heavier than their earlier banter. The Valkyries watched their every move, but it was the unease among the Lunarians themselves that hinted at the deeper currents shaping their journey.

 

[lophole]

Valkyrie Island #1
@lophole

While Lucianne was busy dealing with the lunarian trespassers, the Valkyrie Head Judge, Aurora had begun friendly combat with a marine who managed to gain the respect of one of her most trusted guards.

The warrioress raised her blade and held tight her shield, preparing herself for what was to come. Viktor spun his right blade at blinding speeds, taking a single step forward before delivering a double bladed slash towards her person. Aurora cooly lifted her shield, as it struck against the hard metal with a loud DONG, rendering the Skypian's attack null and void.

Spoiler

Viktor DPR: 45 STR = wall level
Aurora's Sheild: 21-40: 2. Small Building Level Durability.
DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

Aurora's arm vibrated under the weight of his strength, Viktor was truly no slouch. "Impressive, young man. Let's see how you handle this!"

She pushed Vikor's blades to the side with a swipe of her shield. The man showed a pained expression, inspecting his wound which garnered a concerned expression from the Valkyrie. Regaining eye contact, the marine declared that he was fine, before contuining as normal.

"I really hope so." She replied. Pushing her body forward with her left foot, Aurora thrusted her blade towards the marine's left pectoral, aiming to pierce through the man's chest in a swift motion.

Spoiler

61-80: 2. Small Building Level+B: +2=3. Large Building Level

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Viktor gave a cocky smirk as dashed back, clearly having fun with this sparring match" Your not half bad. I bet you don't hold back on training. " His smirk is quickly wiped off his face as he sees the attack and knows he can't dodge it.* Damn. I got cocky!* he thought as he looked at the blade, showing no signs of fear as it got close to him. Viktor, not able to think how to dodge or block, is hit.

Spoiler: DPR

dur=45= large building. damage is normal

@Infinity​

 

[Aro]

Valkyrie Island #6
@Dream

The two Lunarian's bickered among themselves, seemingly ignoring Lucianne's warning completely. The Valkyrie released a long sigh, rubbing her temple as the brewing stress intensified. Turning around, she began to lead the trio towards their destination.

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The Court House

It wouldnt be long before they arrived at the Court House. It was stone palace with bronze foundations. Around it, Valkyries in royal and enchanting looking robes strolled casually through the court yard either engaging in conversation or traveling to another portion of the complex running errands. Lucianne turned to face the trio once again, who still had the weapons of the other women pointed at them as a precaution.

"We've finally arrived at our destination." She said gesturing to the building behind of her. "The three of you have to be registered into the logs. From then on, your trial will commence. As long as you do well and are deemed a non threat to our people, your requests will be considered. Understood?" She finished with her arms folded, awaiting their compliance.

She was on the last end of her patience and wanted these people out of her hands. Their response will determine how they are treated from here.​

 

[Hiei]

[VALKYRIE ISLAND]​

Post 7 - @Infinity​

The Lunarian trio reached the Court House, a grand stone palace with bronze foundations that shimmered faintly under the sun. The courtyard surrounding the palace was a hub of activity, though the Valkyries in their regal robes paid the trio little attention beyond an occasional wary glance. Their presence here was clearly tolerated rather than welcomed.

White Wolf's sharp gaze swept over the courtyard, his expression unreadable. "Charming place," he muttered, his tone dry. "Let me guess—bronze is symbolic of something profound, like resilience or... overcompensation?"

Malekith snorted, his smirk growing predatory. "It’s probably symbolic of their unshakable mediocrity. Bronze—always the third-place metal. Fitting for a people who seem perpetually stuck in the middle."

White Wolf turned his head slightly, his silver hair catching the light. "Middle, you say? Considering your track record, Malekith, you should feel right at home. Mediocrity is practically your signature move."

Malekith’s grin sharpened into something far more menacing. "Ah, the Geralt’s infamous wit. I’d almost be impressed if it weren’t so predictable. But do go on—your delusions of grandeur are always entertaining."

As the two continued their verbal sparring, their words laced with mutual disdain, both couldn’t help but notice Lucifer’s uncharacteristic silence. The usually verbose and commanding figure seemed content to trail behind, his expression inscrutable.

White Wolf’s eyes narrowed briefly as he glanced at Lucifer. 'Why isn’t he saying anything? He’s always the first to insert himself into any situation. This isn’t like him. His thoughts churned as he considered the possibilities. Is he watching us? Testing us? Or is this silence a ploy to keep us guessing? '

Malekith, too, was aware of Lucifer’s reticence. His mind, sharp and calculating, immediately began to spin theories. 'Silent as the grave, yet his presence looms like a shadow. This reeks of manipulation. Is he orchestrating something? Or perhaps he’s simply bored. Either way, I don’t trust it. '

The tension between the two was palpable, their shared suspicion of Lucifer momentarily uniting them in thought if not in action.

Lucifer finally clapped his hands, the sound cutting through the air like a whip. "Well," he said, his tone light but carrying an undeniable authority, "shall we proceed? This little detour is hardly the main event, after all."

Both White Wolf and Malekith exchanged glances, their suspicions unspoken but understood. Lucifer’s ability to command the moment with so little effort was a reminder of why he was dangerous—not just for his power, but for the enigma he represented.

Spoiler: OOC

After this post White Wolf will be referred as Geralt

 

[Aro]

Valkyrie Island #7
@Malekith

"Charming place, let me guess—bronze is symbolic of something profound, like resilience or... overcompensation?" Geralt muttered.

"It’s probably symbolic of their unshakable mediocrity. Bronze—always the third-place metal. Fitting for a people who seem perpetually stuck in the middle." Malekith snickered, not being able to help throwing jabs at the Valkyries.

The two lunarians then began to bicker with each other yet again to Lucciane's dismay. Holding her head she sighed. The duo were shaping up to be a truly a troublesome bunch. She could not wait to get them out of her hands

They're back and forth continued for a few moments before Lucifer clapped his hands, stealing the attention in an instant. "Well, shall we proceed? This little detour is hardly the main event, after all."

Lucciane was taken aback. With Geralt and Malekith doing most of the talking, Lucifer had managed to remain invisible until now. She took in the appearance of lunarian before her, his beauty enchanting as his aura intimidating. Blinking her eyes to regain her composure, she cleared her throat before speaking again. "I-indeed. This way..." she said, gesturing her right hand towards the entrance of the court house.

With that, she turned around to lead the trio into the court house. However, before they could entere the court house, screams echoed from inside it's walls putting everyone on high alert! Lucianne face became grim as she gripped the hilt of her weapon.

"It seems there's been a change of plans."​

 

[Hiei]

[VALKYRIE ISLAND]​

Post 8 - @Aro ​

"Charming place. Let me guess—bronze is symbolic of something profound, like resilience or... overcompensation?" Geralt muttered, his tone laced with dry sarcasm.

"It’s probably symbolic of their unshakable mediocrity. Bronze—always the third-place metal. Fitting for a people who seem perpetually stuck in the middle," Malekith snickered, his disdain evident.

The two Lunarians began to bicker yet again, their exchange dripping with arrogance and cynicism. Their words clashed like swords, each seeking to assert dominance over the other in their shared contempt for their surroundings.

Their back-and-forth continued for a few moments before Lucifer clapped his hands, the sharp sound slicing through the tension and silencing them instantly. His presence, as commanding as it was enigmatic, drew their attention like moths to a flame.

"Shall we proceed? This little detour is hardly the main event, after all," Lucifer said smoothly, his voice a blend of charm and authority. He cast a casual glance toward the grand structure before them, as though unimpressed by its imposing design.

Before they could take another step, screams echoed from within the courthouse walls. The sound was raw and filled with terror, cutting through the air like a blade.

Malekith’s lips curled into a sinister grin. "Well, well, it seems the entertainment has arrived early," he said, his voice tinged with cruel amusement.

Geralt's expression hardened, his hand instinctively moving toward his weapon. "Doesn't sound like entertainment to me," he replied, his tone pragmatic yet wary.

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Interesting. Shall we see what chaos awaits us inside?" His tone was light, almost amused, but his eyes betrayed a calculating glint.

The trio advanced toward the entrance, their movements deliberate and purposeful, each prepared to face whatever lay beyond the courthouse doors.

 

[Aro]

Valkyrie Island #8
@Malekith

Lucianne was now on high alert as screams echoed from inside the valkyrie's only court. Every Valkyrie in the area was now on high alert, casual conversations coming to a halt as trouble brewed in the horizon.

The Lunarians as well as Lucianne made they're way through the doors of the building and what awaited them would be the most shocking thing in Valkyrie history...
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Court Halls

As the four individuals entered the court hall, a bolt of lightning crashed into the infrastructure above them, sending pieces of debris crashing down upon them. The Valkyrie flapped his wings instantly, escaping the falling rubble with very little difficulty. However, while she could control the outcome of her death, she couldnt control the fear in chest. The ground was littered with the dead and injured bodies of her sisters, and in the center of it all stood an enemy she never thought they would have encountered in the sky.

A middle-aged man who cut an imposing figure due to his extreme height of 710 cm. The bulk of his muscles caused him to dwarf the Valkyries. He had a overly top-heavy in build, he has a well-muscled torso with wide-set shoulders, thick arms. His skin was sky blue with a loin cloth covering his exposed bits and in his left hand, he held a hammer that emitted never ending thunder. The large being looked down on the newcomers with disdain, then smiled with satisfaction. Behind of him, an emerald crystal glowed as it floated on a device as it's only power source.

"It's too late now! Kukukukukukukuku...Ymir will return to finish what I started!" He said, his voice shaking the ground beneath his feet.

With that he turned around and swung his hammer, destroying the strange crystal. Stunned, Lucianne looked on in horror as it's shards flew in all directions, littering the floor of the halls with what it once was. All the while, the massive man laughed maniacally at his handiwork. He raised his arm in victory as thunder bolts spilled across the room as more Valkyries poured into the room, some screaming in terror while others grit their teeth unable to believe the sight before them. Despair.​

 

[Hiei]

[VALKYRIE ISLAND]​

Post 9 - @Aro ​

As the trio stepped into the grand court hall, the first sensation was a deafening crack of thunder. A bolt of lightning struck the infrastructure above, sending chunks of stone and debris cascading down. Malekith barely flinched, raising a hand to deflect a falling slab with a casual flick of dark energy. "Amateur theatrics," he sneered, his crimson eyes narrowing at the chaos unfolding.

Lucifer sidestepped a smaller fragment with effortless grace, his expression one of detached curiosity. "Someone certainly knows how to make an entrance," he remarked, his tone dry but tinged with intrigue. "Though I must admit, the aesthetic is a touch... excessive."

The ground was strewn with broken bodies, their lifeless forms a testament to the carnage that had unfolded moments before. At the center of it all stood a figure who seemed to command the storm itself—a towering man, his sky-blue skin gleaming under the flickering light of the hall. Standing at an imposing 710 cm, his bulk was monstrous, his overdeveloped torso and thick, corded arms exuding raw, primal power. In his left hand, he gripped a massive hammer that crackled with unrelenting thunder, each spark casting jagged shadows across the room.

Malekith’s lips curled into a sinister grin. "And here I thought this day would be dull. Another self-proclaimed god desperate for attention." His voice dripped with venomous mockery, his disdain palpable.

The colossal figure turned his gaze upon them, his expression a mix of contempt and satisfaction. "You're too late! Kukukukukukuku..." His voice boomed, shaking the very ground beneath their feet.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. "Ah, dramatic declarations. Fascinating. Though I wonder, are you truly as pivotal to this grand design as you think, or merely the opening act?" His words were calm, almost conversational, but carried a sharp undertone of provocation.

The man responded with a triumphant roar, swinging his hammer in a wide arc. The weapon connected with a floating emerald crystal behind him, shattering it into countless shards. The fragments scattered across the hall, their faint glow dimming as they struck the bloodied ground.

Malekith's eyes gleamed with interest, though his voice remained laced with disdain. "Destroying your own toy? Bold. Though I fail to see how this advances your supposed master plan."

The giant laughed maniacally, his voice reverberating through the chamber. Thunderbolts spilled from his raised hammer, arcing across the room in chaotic bursts. The air grew heavy with electricity, the atmosphere charged with an almost suffocating intensity.

Lucifer adjusted his cuffs nonchalantly, his demeanor unshaken. "It seems our friend here enjoys theatrics as much as destruction. Shall we humor him, or skip to the part where we dismantle his delusions?"

Malekith stepped forward, his aura darkening as a cruel smile spread across his face. "Oh, let him have his moment. It makes their fall all the more satisfying."

The two moved with deliberate intent, their contrasting energies radiating an ominous aura. As the storm raged around them, the stage was set for a confrontation that promised to be as destructive as it was inevitable.

 

[Aro]

Valkyrie Island #9
@Malekith

Thunder roared as bolts of lightning followed crawled it's way through the tiles of the the valkyrian court house. The deed was done and now the island of winged warriors were too late to escape their fate. The giant's triumphant laughter halted as the lunarians approached him. Movements deliberate, aura brimming with killing intent. He lowered his arm with a raised brow, before quickly recognizing their race. The gods who once called the Red Line their home.

"Lunarians." He growled with discontent. He turned to face them, radiating an omnious aura of his own, resulting in the Valkryies hesitating to interfere as sweat leaked from their pours. But not Lucciane, she landed behind of the Lunarians and joined their approach with weapon in hand.

"I thought you lot were lost to time. Have you come to bear witness to the beginning of the end?" He questioned, his voice booming through the halls. He took a step forward. "Or are you pets of some kind to these knats that have become overconfident after flying too close to the sun?"

He took another step forward, sending another wave of rumbling as a result of his massive stature. He tightened his grip on his weapon as he stood tall. His muscles bulged menacingly, no ounce of fear in the core of his being. He would stand his ground as he didn't mind playing with these three. He had time to kill before the master would be ready to return.

Meanwhile... #2
@lophole

Aurora thrusted her blade towards the marine's left pectoral, piercing the man's chest with the tip of her blade. His body was sturdy and well conditioned, resulting in just the tip penterating his flesh. The Judge jumped backwards, temporarily withdrawing as she showed further concern for his health.

"Are you sure you are alright?" She questioned before her eyes widened in horror. She had felt it.

The one think that couldn't happen. She turned around, facing the direction of the court house in panic. "NO!!!" ​

 

[Hiei]

[VALKYRIE ISLAND]​

Post 10 - @Aro ​

Malekith stepped forward, his presence darkening the already storm-ridden hall. His expression was one of condescension, eyes glinting with the delight of a predator sizing up its prey. "Lost to time? How amusing. And yet, here we stand, unburdened by myths or fading history." His voice carried an eerie resonance, each syllable soaked in arrogance.

Lucifer sighed dramatically, brushing nonexistent dust from his coat. "Pets? Now, now, let’s not be so hasty with our assumptions. If anything, I’d say we’re rather the opposite." His smirk was razor-sharp, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Though, if you’re looking for someone to put a collar on you, I imagine Malekith wouldn’t mind obliging."

Geralt remained still, arms relaxed but ready. His golden eyes studied the space before them with the same detached scrutiny he’d give a monster he was about to dissect. "Another loudmouth with a weapon too big for him," he muttered. "This is getting predictable."

Malekith chuckled darkly, flexing his fingers as a faint pulse of energy coiled around them. "If you’re truly the prelude to the end, then the finale will be a disappointment." He took another step forward, unfazed by the growing storm around them. "But by all means, struggle. It makes breaking you all the more entertaining."

Lucifer rolled his shoulders lazily. "Yes, yes. Threats, doom, all very grand. Shall we skip to the part where you realize your mistake?" He gestured with a lazy flick of his wrist. "I’d hate to drag this out longer than necessary."

Geralt exhaled through his nose, his grip tightening slightly around the hilt of his blade. "Less talking. More dying."

The chamber trembled under the weight of the impending clash.

 

[Aro]

Valkyrie Island #10
@Malekith

Obliging the threats of the Lunarians, the giant raised his right arm in preparation to strike. His thoughts resonated with his weapon, causing it to hum loudly as it brimmed with the power of thunder and haki.

"This was a plan centuries in the making, I refuse to let old gods like you stand in my way!" His voice rumbled loudly.

Bringing his arm down, he unleashed a wave of thunder that expanded outwards targeting every living thing that stood before him.

"Lightning Arc!"

Spoiler: DPR

120: 5. Town Level+A:+3+2=10. Large Country Level

He had no idea why the Lunarians were here or why they were working with the valkyries. But what he did know was that the entire plan hinged on him. If these people wanted to fight he needed to eliminate them quickly befoee he could begin the ritual.​

 

[Hiei]

[VALKYRIE ISLAND]​

Post 11 - @Aro ​

The storm above raged as Malekith’s laughter echoed through the ruined courthouse, his confidence unshaken even in the face of his enemies. His towering form exuded dominance, and with a slow, deliberate motion, his body ignited in a blaze of black and crimson flames, the heat distorting the very air around him. The fire coiled around his war mace, seeping into the metal, causing it to glow like molten rock as it pulsed with destructive energy.

“Old gods?” Malekith scoffed, his voice dripping with venomous amusement. “You misunderstand, worm. I am beyond such titles. Gods fall. I do not.”

With a mere flick of his wrist, his war mace hummed ominously, sending cracks through the stone beneath him as the force of his haki-infused power built to a crescendo.

Across from him, Geralt remained unfazed. The White Wolf had seen countless tyrants, each believing themselves invincible, each meeting the same fate. He exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as his own ignition abilities flared to life, surrounding him in a controlled inferno of searing heat. The flames danced across his blade, intertwining with his haki, forging a weapon capable of cutting through even the hardest of defenses.

“Tired of hearing your own voice yet?” Geralt muttered, his grip on his sword tightening. “Or are you just stalling before I run you through?”

Malekith’s grin widened, amusement flashing in his dark eyes. “Oh, you do have a spine. Good. It will make breaking you that much more satisfying.”

The moment snapped.

Malekith’s war mace swung down, igniting the battlefield with a torrent of destruction. “Infernal Judgment!” he roared, the sheer force of his strike sending molten rock and fire surging outward like a volcanic eruption. The impact shattered the ground, turning the ruined courthouse into a crater of smoldering debris.

But Geralt was already moving. His instincts—honed through decades of battle—propelled him forward, his body twisting in a blur of motion. His blade met the oncoming strike, haki-infused steel carving through the firestorm.

“Ashen Requiem!” Geralt snarled, his sword slashing in an arc, cutting through the flames and dispersing the shockwave. The collision of power sent ripples through the air, the battlefield bathed in searing light as sparks and embers scattered like fireflies.

Lucifer, watching from the sidelines, smirked. His golden eyes glowed with amusement as he tilted his head, taking in the sheer spectacle of destruction before him.

“Well, well,” he mused, smoothing a hand over his coat. “A battle between two self-proclaimed monsters? How delightfully cliché. Do carry on.”

As Malekith bore down on Geralt with raw, brutal strength, the Witcher met each crushing blow with precise, calculated defiance. Their weapons clashed again and again, each strike sending shockwaves tearing through the courthouse ruins.

Malekith relished the struggle, his laughter reverberating through the battlefield. “Do you feel it? The inevitable? Your resistance is admirable, but futile. All things bend or break before me.”

Geralt, breathing steadily, narrowed his eyes. “Funny,” he muttered. “That’s exactly what the last fool I killed said.”

Then he surged forward, blade cutting through the fire, aiming straight for Malekith’s throat—

A shockwave split the battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, Lucifer was between them, his form wreathed in an intense, golden blaze. His Lunarian ignition burned brighter than the surrounding flames, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than amusement. The very air trembled as he moved, his footwork seamless, a blur of Rokushiki precision and Armament Haki refinement.

Before either warrior could react, he vanished—his form flickering like a mirage—then reappeared above them, descending with an executioner’s fury.

“Solar Annihilation.”

His flaming fist—coated in hardened Armament Haki—descended like a falling star, the sheer impact force rivaling a meteor strike.

The world exploded.

Fire and wind roared outward, obliterating what little remained of the courthouse. The ground cracked and caved, an entire section of the ruined city collapsing from the sheer force of his attack.

As the dust settled, Lucifer landed softly, rolling his shoulders, his smirk still present—but now laced with something more ominous.

“My, my,” he mused, “I do believe I was getting bored.”

Malekith and Geralt—battle-hardened warriors—stood at opposite ends of the newly-formed crater, their weapons still alight, their flames still burning. But both knew—

The real fight had just begun.

Spoiler: DPR Total

Malekith = City Block Level + DPR S = +4 + Hardening +2 = Large Country Level
Geralt = Large Building Level + DPR A = 3 + Hardening + 2 = Island Level
Lucifer = Town Level + DPR S = +4 + Hardening (would be +3 but using +2) + 2 = Small Continent Level