lostcarnival | ⇨ The Tourist Trap: WEEK 4 PT2

The wind quite literally blows the draconic form of this guardian angel away into the ground, since Yugo's hovering and doesn't exactly have legs to attempt fruitlessly bracing himself with. So instead he digs his claws into the ice below so he's not sent skidding too far away from the goal.

And now being stubbornly braced, looks up at all the knife-like icicles in the air and at a bunch of them lets loose a torrent of his... DIELECTRIC breath. Yes! That's what he had named it!

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Foster stumbles midgallop. He staggers sideways, falling to his side and rolling--his broad bear shape helps a little, but the ice spears erupting from the ground do not.

Taako's quick thinking probably saves his life. One of the blades cuts open his side, his blood freezing briefly to its surface before he actually (accidentally) rips himself off of it in the process of regaining his feet. It leaves a bigger wound behind than the spike itself did.

But the most basic perk of a pact with a demon is access to fire. Hell fire, specifically. Digging his claws into the earth, his paws wreathed in it, flames leaking from his jaws, he throws himself forward into the blades themselves.

Hopefully, hellfire is strong enough to melt fae ice--or he's going to turn himself into a 900 pound bear kebab.

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"NGHHHK-!" Carly being quite literally hot and melting what she can, it's more than enough to keep her from being skewered.

Not so much to keep the wind from battering against her, but that's what FIRE is for right? No?

That's not how it works?

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH...!" Carly brings her arms forward like a shield, and violet flames in a similar manner. The hellfire burns to melt any ice it can at her feet, and she steps steadily forward, forward, FORWARD-

FWOOSH. That wind is something else, that's for sure. It knocks back mortals, angels, and demons alike. And Zangetsu isn't immune to it -- his four wings catch the cold, bitter wind like sails and he's blown back nearly to the edge of the ritual site before he manages to dig into the snowy ground with his claws.

"Christ--"

But that's not the end of the assault. Ice spikes from the ground, and Zangetsu isn't fast enough in this large, somewhat ungainly form to avoid them. One spears him through the back leg, another through the side of his gut.

"Fuck!!" A burst of energy is enough to blow apart the ice and this time, the energy is black instead of holy white. Now THAT was the real shit -- HIS shit! He could work with that! The wounds ooze for a moment before white goop explodes from them, quickly sealing them shut.

When Taako sees the tumble that Foster takes, sees him freeze to one of those icy blades, he rolls his eyes so severely that his entire body leans into it, and then casts something else entirely.

Beside him, in the only clear space he can find, a creature appears: a quasi-real horse-like creature, as a matter of fact, in pure white, two rainbow horns emerging from its head. The binicorn turns to Taako and juts its chin out by way of greeting, and then it speaks:

"Let's go, my main man."

Taako is on Garyl's back before he can even think about it, attempting to ride him inbetween the blades and the rest of the crowd, charging towards Foster to try and aid him a bit more directly.

Sans hasn't been flying high or anything, but floating on wing has just been his way of things when fighting. He isn't really expecting that blast of wind to catch him despite the fact that he's attempting to shift intangible. He sees the spikes start to raise, and he recognizes the scheme immediately - just like a trick out of his own book. One he's seen many times before.

Peridot is the first thing that comes to mind in this situation. Lambert has his crazy Earth Spirit possession magic thing going on, but Peridot isn't really a fighter in either world. Not that he thinks he remembers? So, he uses what boost he can get from his wings and launches himself in Peridot's direction instead - and manages to lift her up in time for one of the spikes to pieces straight through his torso.

...You know, in the harmless gap between the ribs kind of way. It mostly just ruins his hoodie, for now.

"Heh heh," he manages, still holding her up above himself and away from the spikes. "Whoops."

Gongenzaka has ONE thing going for him in this place-and it seems that thing has finally been called into action.

He was STEADFAST-able to stand against just about anything flying in their way...and that?

Fortunately includes wind.

"TCH- HOLD ON!" he roars, his wings breaking through his shirt to form a slight block. He grabs for Yuuya, holding him close lest the other blow away, and while they aren't moving forward they aren't falling back onto the spikes either.

So it's Something. "NGhhhh..."

Peridot just kind of lays on her back in Sans' hands, all four of limbs held in close to her body while she blinks rapidly in shock. Whatever the heck that was just happened so quickly and just-- Stars. She nearly got shish-kebab'd just now?

Shock quickly gives way to outrage though, and she starts to growl, some of her more animalistic features beginning to show through.

"RrrrrRRRRRRGHHHH... THIS CLOD IS SERIOUSLY ASKING FOR A CLOBBERING!" she shrieks at what is frankly a legendarily high volume, her declaration carrying on the wind across the courtyard.

She glances down at Sans, eyes flashing with a righteous fury. "Lets get closer so I can fling HOT METAL into his STUPID CRUDDY FACE!"

The good news is that fire works on ice. But even then, Foster's advance is irregular, achieved not step by step but leap by leap, as he digs his claws in and lunges forward, covering ground by means of pure fiery determination. So fixed is he on his goal and the obstacles in his way--on the ice, on the wind, on his own focus and purpose, his refusal to accept his fate--that Taako's mounted approach almost gets Garyl mauled.

In fairness, he wasn't expecting the literal goddamn fucking cavalry.

The literal goddamn fucking cavalry on a unicorn.

Duocorn? Bicorn?

It doesn't even matter. He's bleeding from his side, red soaking into his shaggy blond fur, but he isn't limping yet. It's a weird moment in the midst of all the chaos and violence; Foster's beady blue bear's eye rolling sideways to look Taako and his absurd fantasy steed up and down.

If nothing else, at least that's proven that lets them get their attention. Lambert isn't paying as much attention to his surroundings as he should be, but with the strength of this spirit powering him, he at least manages to brace against being knocked down flat, though he skids back a few good feet or so and the flying ice shards cut at his arms. Ice spikes come up to gash at his belly, but another surge of will and a wave of his hand -- he's cast a spell like this before so many times he's already lost count -- push a wall of flame outwards from his hand in a steady stream, melting a path through the ice.

A familiar screeching overhead makes him glance up.

Right. One of the other reasons he's doing this. Though every second they spend standing here is bringing back more of his real memories, part of him still clings hard to the false life he's lived here, and his resolve firms again, raising his chin and looking at the count. Even if the fae wears no expression at all, Lambert grins, reaching over his shoulder.

It's a funny gesture, since he doesn't have anything there, but the moment his fingers touch it, there's a blaze of light and -- he's holding a sword? It's kind of like a sword. It's really concentrated willpower and whatever the hell kind of earth spirit high he's currently on.

"Come on!" he shouts -- at the Count of Crows, at everyone else trying to converge at the ritual point, at the Earth Spirit, who knows -- and he rushes forward again. He'll be using the 'sword' to parry and cut through whatever's flung his way, entirely heedless of the fact that he's started dripping blood from his nose.

"What's up," says Garyl, in response to Foster's sidelong glance-- not Taako, but the steed himself. Taako, meanwhile, is grinning smugly down at Foster from Garyl's back, though it's only a second before it's wiped away in favor of a more serious look of determination, his gaze redirected towards the circle.

"So, uh. I mean, fuck this, right?"

And then he quickly scorches a path ahead of them, smashing and melting as many of the blades between them and the circle as possible.

Carly is seeing better days. While her approach has been steady, it has allowed shards of melted ice whipped back by the winds to cut at her body, slicing open at her sleeves and allowing blood to gather at slits. Her teeth grind, and while her chest is relatively protected thanks to her arms being there, her glasses are knocked aside with ease (And yet, she can see?)-and she flinches regularly in the face whenever something comes against it.

But the fire shield holds strong-melting things into 'manageable' chunks, and more importantly helping to at least slightly redirect the wind into its own less than horrible hurricane. She's by no means running ahead of the pack, and she certainly won't be there first, but her steps remain steady...a slow, snail's pace forward, the wind even now still blowing her backward along the ice little by little. A step to a few inches, each time, each time.

Her breathing is hoarse, but she's gathering as much strength as she can to make an important push once the opportunity comes.

Well this was a hot dumpster fire mess. Rin and Blue both had enough scraps of memories to know that the Severing had to be undone -- completely. Not just this half-assed shit the Fae courts wanted to pull. That meant they were willing to align with the Angels, who had the same interests at heart.

But this Rin isn't nearly as spirited or brave as his carnival self, and it takes him a while to reach the actual ritual site. And when he does get there, he's separated from his mom (... not his mom) and overwhelmed by the chaos.

But it is at that moment that a sword, glowing blue with sulfurous hellfire, manifests in his hand.

Kurikara, his memories tell him. His real memories, edging out the rest.

He snarls and calls out, "Dammit! Where the hell is the pendant!?"

It's a good thing Gongenzaka grabs Yuya because he very much would have blown straight away. Unfortunately, he has little power in Portland and no power to gain. If he wasn't a necessary sacrifice, he'd be feeling a lot more useless.

He grabs on tightly and muffles something, before he's able to pull back enough to talk clearly. "The whole ritual is set up, isn't it?! We just have to stop the Count. Iron works on Fae magic, too! We can help clear a path!"

He doesn't know how long this ritual takes, but the more chaotic it gets--the worse of a chance they have.

"NGH...RIGHT!"

The wing goes down, but only so that Gongenzaka can raise his arm in its place...and with it, the chains that Yuuya had given him before.

Iron chains now spin, and Gongenzaka looks to his friend. "HOLD ON!" he shouts, slowly taking a step forward. The chain is his shield, spinning into a fan-defending against the wind while he acts personally as a second shield for his friend and moves still onward.

"This should work!"

Rita began the battle throwing fireballs at the attacking crows and attempting to evade their assaults, running ahead whenever the opportunity presented itself. There's chaos around her, and it's hard to find something to focus on, but... did she hear someone say Lambert's possessed by the Earth Spirit!? Because that's news to Rita. Also, it's completely insane. All of this is.

In any case, Lambert seems to be making headway, somehow, and Rita feels inclined to try to catch up to him... but it's as she's running that the Count makes his move, sending a powerful blast of wind that knocks her off her feet. She twists her body around, forcing herself to land on the side of her body that wasn't injured during the Rose Garden attack. While her wounds have mostly healed, her condition isn't perfect and she'd rather not tempt fate.

Then the spears appear, one of them nicking her thigh, another tearing through her jacket and ripping into her arm. Several others come within a hair's breadth of her. Rita squirms on the ground in pain and panic, but soon rises to her feet with a grimace and conjures a burst of flame that spreads outward from her position, melting some of the ice around her. However, the winds emanating from the center push back against the fire, and it doesn't succeed in clearing a path forward.

Whatever. Screw it. Rita's back to trying to move forward, struggling against the wind and weaving around the ice spears where they impede her. If only she had some different offensive spells in her arsenal, then...

... wait. Doesn't she...?

Several larger spikes of ice launch at Lambert as soon as that flaming sword is drawn, that roared challenge apparently of actual concern to the Count. Of course, when those spikes get burned away, he decides that there's no point focusing on his attacks... more of his enemies got up from that previous attack than he'd hoped, and he has other things to focus his magic on.

The Count turns back to his daughters, and nods. All at once, the three of them will begin pouring Childermass's blood onto the snow, which immediately begins to cut and swirl bright red lines across the surface in arcane patterns, extending outwards and to the surrounding pillars to create a full articulated spell circle.

Moments later, a tall wall of spikes will burst from the ground around the ritual area, hoping to block their assailants completely. However, in sparing his magical effort and focusing it towards the ritual, the Count has also allowed the wind to slow somehow - it's still enough to knock a person back if they aren't careful, but it is still less impossibly violent than it was before.

Meanwhile, a burst of flames will erupt from the doorway that everyone has been entering the courtyard from. Who is following them now? Is that Anath's army, or someone else?

Oh. Nuts. Sans notices the blood beginning to pour with a note of urgency - the blood being spilled means that the Count must be going to make the connection. That is bad, if they want to get there before he can pull of grabbing hold of the spell.

Thankfully, Peridot has just suggested the most lovely idea, whether that plan is being uncomfortably screamed in his direction or not.

"You got it. In the mean time... better get those irons on the fire," he grins. He manages to break free of the ice piercing him, and tucks his arms around her waist, clearly getting ready to lift off with a flair of his wings. "Here we go."

He boosts the two of them into the air, and begins fighting against the wind to make it over that spiked wall, while trying to avoid getting both of them poked full of holes.

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"No!" Yuya pulls away from Gon as the wind ties down, locking his knees for a moment as he braces himself against the force of it. Still, it's something they can get through--hopefully something they can fly through.

"Gongenzaka, keep clearing a path!" He looks around and up, waving his hand high in the air. "Yugo! Over here! We need to get over the wall!" He's not quite sure how far Yugo drifted off, so he sure hopes he can find Yuya. The air is their best chance now, and Yuya has iron--and a decent throw with his telepathy. He's just gonna need a bit of flight assistance.

Yugo rises back up into the air, his plating scratched and hide harshly nicked in places, scanning the area until he spots Yuya again.

"Hah! You got it...!"

And swoop forward he does despite the headwind against them, scooping him up into his claws. Yugo's crystal wings shine as he fights to counter said resistance with his super flight speed.

Up they go! Once they're over the ritual area, Yuya scans it quickly for the Count. The good news is, he's very easy to spot against the ice and snow and blood. God, that's a lot of blood.

Yuya levels his crowbar, slowly releasing it as it covers with his telekinesis. He aims it like a javelin, closing one eye as he points it at the Count.

And then with as much force as he can muster behind his ESP, he launches the iron crowbar straight for him.

"TAKE DOWN THE WALL!" Damien yells at Lambert from several feet back. Like, he's got a flaming sword, right? A little help for the guys here that don't have wings?

Hopefully Lambert doesn't mind some back seat rampaging.

The wind is difficult to fly against (and it surprised him when it knocked him down, too - normally he's untouchable by things like that!), but Tamaki does his best, aiming for the spikes and trying to get through th-

That... actually hurts!? It's so surprising that Tamaki jerks back out of the spikes and is buffeted again by the wind. He hasn't felt pain in years, or at least, his current body hasn't, and it's enough to stun him for a second.

But then he sees Yugo and Sans flying over and realizes, well, duh.

So up and over he goes. Sorry, he can't really... carry passengers...

Yuuya goes with Gongenzaka's blessing-the man hoists his friend up for the Angel's grip, and nods firmly. "Good luck!" he shouts, before resuming his own advance against the Ice. As Damien shouts for the wall to be brought down, he stomps his way toward it himself. He is no fae, nor is he any of these other 'great powers' here...But he has punched through ice as a human, and with iron chains around his fists, he makes his strike-

"HAUUUUUUHHHH!" And the moment he's close to that wall and within range, punches.

And punches.

And punches-

Presumably this iron lends enough to get a gew cracks going right? Either way if he can't get in himself, he's certainly working to weaken it for that fire sword.

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