Sheena's handling these three just fine, thanks, even if she takes a nick or two in the process. It's lucky that they're all so intent on facing her, really - she's backed up enough that they can't all come in at once, and she doesn't have to worry about them getting out of her attack range if they all want her dead.
Then there's a flash of cyan, of something like feathers unfurling.
Oh, no.
That's not good, and she winces in sympathy at the sight of Lloyd's wings flaring to life, but - she does know none of these blades will be able to do much against an angel's abilities, at least. Once they're all dealt with, there'll be plenty of time for him to recuperate.
Lloyd's power is enough to distract the blade in front of her, too, their eyes going wide as they stare at him, and Sheena swaps to her own knife to go in for a killing blow. Their form wavers and glitches, her knife passing through air harmlessly, and she nearly loses her balance with the momentum of the failed attack.
That's when the cannon fires.
She can almost taste it in the air, an overwhelmingly sharp surge of ether that makes the levels in the mines feel like Sylvarant with the mana at its thinnest by contrast. The shield thrown up over her helps, but she barely even manages to register that, as the earth shakes around them in a furious rumble and the ceiling starts to give way. Sheena screams as well, Zelos's panic and fear and something else she couldn't put a name to if there wasn't a fucking cave collapsing around her amplified to unbearable heights with the ether levels, as she drops to the floor, hands clutching her head.
The last thing she sees is Lloyd, backlit by the glow of his wings, as the stone crumbles, cutting him and Malos off from the three of them.
The blast fades, eventually, and the rockfall ends, nothing remaining but some still-elevated ether levels and a giant pile of stone between them and the only way out of here.
Well. She's alive, and Zelos must be, too, or the emotional link wouldn't still be there. She clings to that, a little tired relief making its way through underneath everything else. Anna's here, too, and it looks like at least one of the blades attacking them had escaped the worst of the rubble, though they're dazed. If they'd lived, then Malos's shields must have held, but--
"Lloyd? Malos?" she calls, uncurling enough to cup her hands around her mouth. There's a rougher edge than normal to her voice, one that kind of hurts to raise it in the first place, but she ignores it. "You guys okay?"
IT'S ALL FUCKED
Then there's a flash of cyan, of something like feathers unfurling.
Oh, no.
That's not good, and she winces in sympathy at the sight of Lloyd's wings flaring to life, but - she does know none of these blades will be able to do much against an angel's abilities, at least. Once they're all dealt with, there'll be plenty of time for him to recuperate.
Lloyd's power is enough to distract the blade in front of her, too, their eyes going wide as they stare at him, and Sheena swaps to her own knife to go in for a killing blow. Their form wavers and glitches, her knife passing through air harmlessly, and she nearly loses her balance with the momentum of the failed attack.
That's when the cannon fires.
She can almost taste it in the air, an overwhelmingly sharp surge of ether that makes the levels in the mines feel like Sylvarant with the mana at its thinnest by contrast. The shield thrown up over her helps, but she barely even manages to register that, as the earth shakes around them in a furious rumble and the ceiling starts to give way. Sheena screams as well, Zelos's panic and fear and something else she couldn't put a name to if there wasn't a fucking cave collapsing around her amplified to unbearable heights with the ether levels, as she drops to the floor, hands clutching her head.
The last thing she sees is Lloyd, backlit by the glow of his wings, as the stone crumbles, cutting him and Malos off from the three of them.
The blast fades, eventually, and the rockfall ends, nothing remaining but some still-elevated ether levels and a giant pile of stone between them and the only way out of here.
Well. She's alive, and Zelos must be, too, or the emotional link wouldn't still be there. She clings to that, a little tired relief making its way through underneath everything else. Anna's here, too, and it looks like at least one of the blades attacking them had escaped the worst of the rubble, though they're dazed. If they'd lived, then Malos's shields must have held, but--
"Lloyd? Malos?" she calls, uncurling enough to cup her hands around her mouth. There's a rougher edge than normal to her voice, one that kind of hurts to raise it in the first place, but she ignores it. "You guys okay?"