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[revengier]

[ He pulls it out of his pocket. ]

I do, actually.

[dyingtohealyou]

[As all this chatter happens, Ahito suddenly tilts his head, as thought confused - a hand going to his right eye. And then, when he spots Kurapika drawing out that gun--]

...Kurapika. Gimme your hand.

[Reaching for Kurapika's right hand, though he's not going to like, try to snatch it or anything while he's handling a gun.]

[revengier]

[ He frowns, but holds his gun with his left hand to hold out his right to Ahito. ]

[dyingtohealyou]

[Grabbing Kurapika's hand to move it so the back is visible.

The Sage's crest is gone. And from this distance, he can probably see over Ahito's shades to see the mark on his own eye is gone, too.]

...It's gone. Then...?

[revengier]

[ He certainly can, and the moment he realizes that they're both missing one— ]

...So is yours, Ahito.

[ ... ]

Can you summon up your magic at all?

[dyingtohealyou]

I think so...?

...

Let's hope my magic stays sealed for now, though.

[revengier]

As beneficial as it would be to use my Nen... I hope it stays sealed as well.

[ He can deal without any powers at all if it means Ahito isn't forced to heal. But as long as their magic still works, he won't fret over it. ]

[dyingtohealyou]

I'd probably have to bow out of the fight... But I guess it'd go faster for everyone else if it did.

[...Man. That sucks. He just shakes his head, no time for what-ifs.]

Well, I'll deal if something happens.

...?

[promittere]

Interesting question, isn't it? A hard one for Ahito to answer with the loud boom! that rings across the clearing, missiles launching from the mech. Everyone present gets caught in the blasts, but some are more protected than others. Kurapika (19), Ahito (14), and Cid (14) take some heavy hits from the explosions and shrapnel, but Jing Yuan (20) and Day (20) get the very worst of it, being so close to the mech.

The man is getting desperate, though, with the chaos that's descended over the battlefield. The man is also still horrifically clever, adapting on the fly as fast as he can. The lamp appears, flicking a dazzling array of colors. It rapidly flickers between blue, green, yellow, red, and purple before the colors eventually blur together and a bright light shoots up into the sky.]

/???

[promittere]

[Every wizard present has been silenced. Their crests are gone, as well, which means Tatara is no longer capable of giving any of them a boost... assuming their magic is left at all. The other two wizards seem unaffected, somehow, though they still seem keen to attack despite their injuries... Bolts of fire and lightning rain down towards them, the frenzied mumbling of the engineer and the wizards' laughter ringing through the air, and the mech prepares to strike again. Again and again until every wizard is crushed under his heel.

There's no way out of this. Without magic, they have no way to defend themselves. The air grows heavy, an ominous pressure weighing down on them. It's not the same feeling as the corruption of the moon rocks, but it's a similar sense of being exposed to something so powerful it makes your knees feel weak. It's not the world screaming out in pain, but the primal feeling of something dangerous right there, at your throat.

Death is coming for them. It's coming for this world. The destruction of this world was always an inevitability and there's nothing you could have done to stop it.]

/???

[promittere]

[An innocuous wooden door appears in the clearing.]

/4

[promittere]

[The door swings open with little fanfare, and through it there's the glimpse of a frigid, snowing wasteland. G'raha runs out, staff in hand. He raises it in his hands, calling upon all of the magic at his disposal. Translucent, ethereal lilies bloom around the wizards, restoring their health and their energy.]

We're just in time!

[The door steps behind the other man, with brilliant red curls and sleepy green eyes. Stitches mar his body, and a crystalline skull rests in his hand. He gazes over at the mech, at the lamp.]

How annoying...

[He sighs, sounding absolutely exhausted, and holds the skull aloft. The spirits bend to his will, and the power that radiates from his near absolute.]

Arthim.

[And just like that, the lamp shatters.

G'raha keeps his staff raised, looking at the assembled wizards and his lilies.]

I think it's time you turned the tide on him, don't you?

[Everyone gets a magic boost, hooray! Don't say I never did anything for you!]

@ everyone

[lighthaus]

[ time to @ everyone with his lighthouse. ]

Get the robot, Robin and I have the other two! [ zoomin on up to the dragon, let's play 4d checkers! ]

[1145pm]

[ omg!!!!!

It's Walmart King— I mean, Mithra!! Tatara's face lights up and he waves! Not that he has any faith in Mithra remembering who he is...

More importantly, this means it worked. It worked. All they have to do is take this guy down and then...? ]

[foresightis2020]

[ Jing Yuan sure got blasted and felt some existential despair, but fortunately he is used to that.

Also, heals happened, so here he is, rising to his feet. ]

It's time to finish this!

[ There is the appearance of something behind Jing Yuan for a moment, and followed by that, there's the size of a very large spear, encircled by electricity - at least more than four times his size, fit for someone who is 626 feet tall - being dropped, sharp point first on top of the enemy's mecha.

...Then this 'spear of lightning' is dispersing right after. ]

[dadsandals]

Ah-!

[ That must be...! Yamato's glad to see their new mentor, and judging by how powerful that guy is...is he one of the original wizards? Who knows? Either way, they have help, and he can use his magic again. He feels incredibly invigorated, so he rises to his feet quickly and gets ready to get crafty with his own magic. Khun doesn't have to tell him twice, he's done with this guy and his shit and now this fucker's going to pay for it.

Yamato isn't going to copy anyone this time. If he's going to contribute now, he's going to do it on his own merit, using everything he's learned over the past couple of months and channeling it all into a darkness-based curse. ]

Good night.

[ The curse will lower the mech's overall durability, and it will leave a mark on it that will detonate in ~10-20 seconds from the time Yamato has casted it. The mark is on the window of the mech. The mark is not an instakill or anything like that, but it will do damage and hopefully break through it...!

To the rest: ]

I'm going for the window, so don't get close!

[fallingsand]

[ Talk about a wild ride of emotions. First, he's knocked off his feet by the explosion, unable to use his magic, and forced to watch people he's gotten to know for months now get terribly injured; then a door appears out of nowhere, and everything is fine again? God, he wants to go back to bed, thanks, this is a lot. Too bad the bed is probably on fire somewhere...

Regardless, Bruno does scramble back to his feet and he reaches for some kind of spell he could use. Something, something, but what? He doesn't do offensive but other than healing and shields, he does do repair.

He's learned how to put objects back together. Who says he can't take them apart? ]

Su futuro espera!

[ Bruno brings all his magic to bear, pocketwatch token clutched in hand, and focuses it on the mecha. Rather than trying to repair it, he's trying to erode it instead, trying to curse it with rust and malfunctions, loose panels, broken parts, frayed wires. ]

[serenesinker]

Turn the tide, you say? Can do, can do!

[Renewed both physically and magically, Yodarha once again raises his focus high in the sky, channeling a massive amount of water from Lake Tycho.]

OUGI! SOUTHERN DOWNPOUR!!

[A wide pillar of scalding hot water drops from the sky onto the mech!]

[impacter]

[Jing Yuan takes the blast, and without his magic, there's nothing Solomon can do but watch and brace and feel the burn of the explosions and the dreadful weight of Something, Something, looming, waiting, never ending.

The break of G'raha's voice through the thickness flows like air through the lungs after too much time underwater, and even as that healing is passed out, Solomon's eyes are to a select few. First to Jing Yuan, where his feet lead him, then to Bruno, to Akira, to Tatara, to where Khun shouts for attention--

--to one unfamiliar, that radiates like the sun in a snowstorm for the magic he holds.

This must be one of the originals, then. There's no hiding that sort of power.

Once he's assured that they're all restores and able to climb to their feet, Solomon's stance squares below him with the effortless circle that spins its way from his feet.]

No more running.

[The temperature of the air drops heavily around him, as the magic circle opens up beneath the robot, very similar to a spell he'd used out on the Northern snowfields. Phrases and circles and passages and seals.]

Manu Propria.

[The circle opens with the stretching out of countless hands reaching up with twisting dark energy, gripping and tearing for purchase, as though to drag this foolish soul to hell.]

[lighthaus]

The window's going to be narrow, but next time he exposes it, I'd try to shoot it. He was expecting wizards not actually people who know how to fight with their fists and regular weapons.

[revengier]

I trust that you have good aim, Khun? Unless you prefer I try to shoot?

[lighthaus]

I need to sync up with Robin.

[ points up, they have a spell to use. ]

And my projectile of choice is a spear, so you take the shot.

[revengier]

Got it.

[ PRAY THAT THE DICE GODS GIVE HIM THIS ONE ]

[lighthaus]

[ he turns to leave when he spots ahito coming over and it's hard to miss the emotions on that exchange even if he can't hear the words. khun turns back, and dips down to whisper in kurapika's ear. ]

It's fine.

The other guy is back, I bet it has to do with that.

[revengier]

[ There's relief in the way his shoulders slightly relax. ]

So those fragments... they brought him back, then? I wonder if the other wizards are back then, too.