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[divineth]

[Now on his feet, Urianger—clad in his special outfit—smiles down at Ithaqua.]

Happy hunting.

[As Ithaqua dives in, Urianger summons his star globe and focus back to his side to prepare his own attack.]

Divinatio.

[The sea of stars trembles and shifts, forming miniature galaxies around the mech. The moment Ithaqua finishes his attack and backs off, Urianger shifts his raised hand forward. The heavenly bodies are hurled at the mech from all directions, causing explosion after explosion upon impact.]

[promittere]

[ What a brilliant display of power this is, when the wizards are at their most and truly unfettered. For those who came to this world scarcely three months prior, total strangers to this particular type of magic (and some a stranger to magic period), you've come quite a ways, haven't you?

Khun and Robin extract the two remaining Northern wizards with calculating precision and eliminate them with terrifying finesse. It doesn't take long for them to turn to that beautiful translucent blue-purple crystal and promptly shatter. Their mana stones fall across the battlefield, shining bright under the cold light of the moon, like the shooting stars you watched not long ago.

The mech corrodes, its defenses weaken, its panels and wires slowly coming undone. An electrified spear befitting a titan skewers it before a boiling hot shower courses over its bronze plates; black tendrils surge from the ground and drag it downwards, while a hail of ice shards batter the pilot's window. A bullet finds its way into an improperly fitted joint where a leg meets the torso, dislodging it; an axe lodges itself into the neck of the machine before it sends a supercharged jolt through the whole body. There's an uncomfortable shift in the air as the gravity changes, and the mech is forcibly brought prone to the ground. The heavens fly at the prone heap and burst as supernovas; another axe, this one of ice, soon follows, plummeting into the mech's body.

A large and intricate magic circle blossoms from the ground, and soon extending from it, like the hands of a clock, are two swords. One slices the mech clean in two, while the other weakens it further with another slice.

The pilot's window explodes—once, twice.

Descending from the heavens with accompanying fanfare is an angel, whose thorns and flowers overbloom from the ground below at the same time. His rapier pierces the now-open pilot's seat, and perhaps, the pilot himself.

The mech falls apart into a pathetic heap on the ground, corroded, sparking, the air filling with the stench of used mana stones. Its limbs twist in unnatural directions, plates pried from their places and screws and bolts littering the ground. The window in front of the pilot seat, barely even a window at this point, stutters open, and the man inside falls to the ground with an unceremonious plop. He groans, bloodied and in immense pain, and makes no move to get up or retaliate. A black cloud hangs over his eyes, because he is still blinded.

The tall, lanky, sleepy redhead wanders over to him and rests his foot on his head. ]

Who is this? [ He asks, with a lazy drawl. ] What shall I do with him?

[ It seems Mithra does not particularly care about him, and is readily (?) ceding to what the new wizards want to do with him. ]

[leewards]

[Ithaqua looks at the wizard-- Mithra, according to Akira the sage, a Northern wizard, his memory supplies from all of the books he'd read-- then he starts reaching for the human... before stopping, and dropping his hand to go for... talking! Him! Talking!]

His fate is in our hands, I believe. I want to take him apart myself for what he did to Urianger.

[Then he turns to Tatara, staring right at him owlishly.]

But I must defer to you.

[divineth]

[He's so proud of you, dear.

Urianger stands close to Ithaqua, arms crossed and a thoughtful expression on his face. He thinks Ithaqua has the right idea here, though he will say:]

He no longer serveth as a threat, at any rate.

[1145pm]

[ Tatara smiles! Hi Ithaqua.

...He's touched, in a way, seeing one of his scariest wizards defer to him. He does have the trust of some of them, at least, after all is said and done. ]

I don't like bloodshed. [ He says this evenly and decisively. ] I'd rather we don't kill him.

But I get it. [ He gets it. ] You'll get a say when we decide what punishment he gets. [ that isn't death. ]

[impacter]

Someone who thought he could conquer Oz and handle the Calamity all on his own.

[In other words: a dumbass!

Still, Solomon makes no attempt to stop whatever this is, or to pass suggestion on what to do from here. As he told Robin, though his faith of humanity is unconditional, his support is not. This is a shining example, and where he knows he is better served letting others determine judgement.

So he stays put, merely cocking his head with that smile that doesn't reach his eyes.]

Hello to you, too... Mithra of the North, I'm guessing? Good to have you back with us.

[promittere]

[ guess who else is a dumbass, ]

...Ha? I'm going to kill Oz. I'll not give anyone else the chance.

[ Mithra doesn't seem to realize he could crush his "competition" with a stomp of his foot, but maybe that's a good thing.

Instead, he stares blankly at Solomon. ]

...Uh-huh.

[ He stares for a little longer before he decides his question needs to be asked. ]

Why are you like that?

[foresightis2020]

[ The battle has ceased, though Jing Yuan calculates the trouble this man will cause should he be allowed to see another day.

Such as it is, he makes his desires clear, having no room for doubt on his part. ]

He is a liability that needs to be eliminated — he threatened everyone in this manor.

He's caused enough trouble.

[ Jing Yuan thinks loose ends need to be cut in no uncertain terms, so to that end he has his spear out, even though Mithra's foot rests upon the man's head. ]

[1145pm]

[ Ooh. Ruthless. Just for the threat.

Hmm. Tatara will think about this! ]

[fellheart]

[ the dark shadow that sweeps overhead makes another pass, once, twice, before landing somewhere in the place they're all currently occupying where there's enough space for him.

neatly he arranges himself, folding his wings around and under him not terribly unlike an enormous, oversized cat. not a single feather out of place, a long neck snakes over to join approximately where the rest of the crowd is assembled before rumbling: ]

Aɴ ɪɢɴᴏʙʟᴇ ғᴏᴏʟ ᴡᴀʀʀᴀɴᴛs ᴀɴ ɪɢɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴇɴᴅ.

I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ғʀᴀɴᴋʟʏ. Bᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ's ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ.

[shadowkin]

[Looks up. Considers mentioning that it's bad to eat charbroiled things from mystery mechs. Considers dragon digestion. Shrugs.]

He's not even a wizard, though. You don't know where that's been.

[Is it even worth a snack.]

[fallingsand]

[ It's amazing how much damage that mecha could take and still have the pilot come out reasonably alive. Perhaps it's only Bruno alone who feels a hint of relief that not everyone on the side of attacking has ended up dead. Seeing those wizards collapse into mana stones... That had given him such a fright.

So when the time comes to decide the Western pilot's fate, Bruno can't help but struggle. ]

Hasn't there been enough violence today already...? Can't we do something that isn't killing him?

[impacter]

[A gentle look is cast in Bruno's direction, though Solomon doesn't speak up otherwise. He doubts this madman is going to survive, but there's relief in seeing the ones that still ask for compassion despite it all.]

[1145pm]

[ Tatara looks over at Bruno, and smiles. Tatara wholly agrees, and Bruno is a good dude. ]

[lighthaus]

[ honestly khun is impressed that this guy isn't a speck of dirt right now. ]

Assuming he's useless, my vote's for killing him. But we should find out who he is first and if he has any info we can pull from him. The last thing we need is to instigate another conflict because he's a noble.

[ actually he floats forward, though not far enough to get in range of any lunges (and he still has all shields up besides). ]

What name should we put on your headstone?

[shadowkin]

I dunno that he's all that important? Kinda shrieky for that.

[Says the guy who missed like, all of the villain monologuing beforehand. It probably wasn't anything plot-relevant, he thinks.]

Plus, pretty sure none of this was his idea anyway -- they probably just stuck him in there and waited for him to explode.

[That seems to be the type of guy this is?? You don't stick a plot-important NPC in a murder mech and then send him out by himself (Cid also missed most of the drones and the Northern reinforcements got swept fast enough he forgot about them).]

[promittere]

[ There's a long pause before the bloodied man on the grass says or does anything in response to Khun's question. He moves his head, but only so he's not speaking into the dirt. ]

...Victor...Byron...

[revengier]

[ Growth can encompass a lot of things, but it doesn’t mean Kurapika has changed completely either. Committing the grave sin of conspiring to kill all of them is enough for Kurapika to believe he deserves to die.

Of that much, he’s certain.

Yet it’s obvious even now that this man won’t have it easy, even if he were to live. Failure ensures as much. ]

Do as you like. He’ll be punished for his sins in due time regardless.

[ At this point, it’s simply a matter of when. ]

[dyingtohealyou]

Depends on if we want to execute him ourselves or hand him over to Central to use as a bargaining chip against the West, but... I'm not sure it's worth it. The West would probably find a way to wriggle out of any consequences.

[He stuffs his hands in his pockets, strolling over to peer down at the man.]

After everything he's done, the West may just claim he's a military man gone rogue and wash their hands of him. He's more than useless to them - he's a liability, no?

[fullspbar]

[ There's a lot of murder-happy people here, huh.

Shinjiro opts to retrieve his axe before bothering to join this conversation, if you can even call it that, but his expression is indecipherable as it shifts between the poor bastard under Mithra's foot to the rest.

He caused a lot of suffering, both here and for others. The calls for blood probably aren't unjustified.

However- ]

...Just do what you want.

[ He won't have a hand in that. Guilty or not. ]

Whether it's us or them, he won't be gettin' out scot-free, anyway.

[1145pm]

[ Nodding over here.

Even if Tatara personally would rather he not be killed, that doesn't mean he isn't interested in him seeing consequences. Considering everything... ]

[dadsandals]

To be frank, I don't care what happens to him.

[ BIG SHRUG!! He's not salty at all, wdym- ]

Like Ithaqua, though, I'll defer to Tatara.

[troublereduction]

Personally, I don't think he should die. Guy oughta live to suffer the consequences of his choices. 'Course, if we can squeeze anythin' useful out of this guy that'd be great too.

[ There are a few other nuances to this opinion, but Day doesn't think he needs to explain all of them since a few relate more to his principles than anything particularly relevant to their circumstances. ]

Buuuut if y'all decide he's better off dead, I ain't gonna stop anyone.

[annihilator]

[Malice descends back to the ground, hopping off his broom and joining the others. The guy who was causing them so much trouble just looks pathetic now.]

Personally, I think he should die for all the trouble he's caused us. But I ain't about to insist on it; I'll leave it up to the others.

[Including Tatara and G'raha, of course. Malice may have remembered his true name, but that doesn't mean he's entirely rid of being a malicious, petty asshole to people who have caused him and his people trouble.]

[lustro]

[ After catching Mika on the way down (good job, babe!!) and kind of??? Confused by who this new wizard is, but ok. ]

I don't think we should give him a second chance to try and kill everyone again.

[ And now that Ginger's out here, he sees that his garden has likely been destroyed... Sad... ]