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promittere) wrote in lunaecalamitas2024-06-20 02:26 pm
1/2
[Okay, so maybe in between the knock to the noggin (or like, the all of him? but he's been blown up before, it's fine, and the shadows of his cloak are between him and anything particularly substantial anyway -- so long as magic is in his grasp as well) and all the stuff that came after it's time for a good ol' fashioned Shadowy laugh to round out the cutscene.]
Interesting... How very fascinating... It's been years and years since I've felt this! For this, I thank you!
[Who knows what he's hollering about over there. It's probably not that important.
That being said, once he's done holding his face like a two-bit villain Cid calms down pretty much instantly, hops back on his broom from where he got blasted off of it and quite sedately chases down Phil wherever he is. I mean, he can recognize a boss phase change when he sees one, and the NPCs showing up signal it loudly, and everybody else starts busting out some sick moves. So:]
2/2
[It sounds like they're discussing the weather but between all the lightning giants and lightning dragons and whatnot in the background maybe this is a bigger storm than Lake Tycho??
Actually, he should probably talk louder.]
THAT ONE THING WE BOTH HAVE TO DO.
PAIR SPELL USAGE - CID AND PHIL
[He no longer feels like death warmed over, which already makes this a much more appealing prospect than it had been just a few moments ago when he'd thought this was a sure defeat. There's no reason to give up now and every reason to keep going, because this world and the people here have become every bit as precious to him as the ones in Tir Na Nog. And if that's selfish, then he's going to embrace this selfishness with his entire being.]
Shall we show them what we can do?
[Too bad he's not bothering to wait for a reply; the question was merely perfunctory. He's already beginning to cast, the outlines of a magic circle taking form beneath his feet, larger and more elaborate than anything he's cast here so far. Of course, that would be because it isn't his magic alone--]
Spectemur Agendo!
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[Once in a while, anyway. He's come around a little on the idea of shared magic, considering all the innovative ways magic and its derivatives and tools are all spread out here. It's not unlike artifacts -- even if he has his nitpicks with those too. He's a flexible Eminence-slash-dark-knight-slash-wizard-slash-whatever-else, though!
Especially when that flexibility gets him fun firework finales. Presuming that this is a finale. Eh, they've got a few more turns to figure that out.
There's a long glissando of notes--]
Great Power! Great Consequence! Our enemy is about to learn the real ramifications of that.
Aren't you?
[He says this very dramatically mech-ward with a flourish of his cloak and is probably at least half-drowned out by the lightning wizards. It's fine. He tried and that's what counts.
And then he intones the real incantation of the hour, in a language no one here really recognizes but which bears a passing but indecipherable resemblance to European languages: I AM.......
ATOMIC: SWORD.
Thus somewhat mundanely named: a sword extends from his sleeve, from his hand, the same jet-black as everything else about him in this moment: honed to a point so fine it doesn't even need to shine, extending outward like an eclipse on earth. Half-hidden and completely powered up by the magic circle underneath them, his shadow sword extends itself, widens itself, until it's almost as imposing as a giant's sword might be -- poised at just the right distance to the second mechanical abomination of all wizard time.
The swing is much, much too fast for a sword that long and spread out, like a slice through space-and-time, sideways. The condensed magic of the sword aims to cleanly bisect anything it encounters, mechanical appendages, innards, pilot cockpit, pilot, and everything in between. At least part of that mecha is going to be running nice and separate from the other parts.]
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... yeah, it's really not that hard to see just why these two ended up as a pair, honestly.]