A G-Rank Mission
Isra leaned back, and fell into the sky.
Branches went soaring past, narrowly avoided as she danced through the air, the Astral Flintlock whipping into her hand as she came up above the treeline. She'd timed the ascension correctly -- Rastelviri had to turn sharply to avoid her, but he was still within range. A line of ice and sound exploded from the gun, catching the dragon on the side, earning Isra an angry roar.
Rastelviri arced right, a yellow, angry eye plotting his counterattack, and Isra continued to "fall", as inverted gravity pulled her up towards the stars, and the sickening miasma that surrounded Safarae. A worried voice crackled in her ear -- her comm unit always went on the fritz close to the miasma.
Merrygold: "Tell us when!"
Isra: "On two." The dragon rose to meet her, the sound of his wingbeats lost to the rush of the passing air. She waited until he was fully committed before switching the Gravity Boots, falling horizontally instead of up or down. Rastelviri tried to correct course, but he was fighting against gravity, and she was riding with it. Another switch, and Isra fell down right behind him, just as his head turned, and fire built between his teeth. Isra: "One!" Cornelius pushed open the slot in her armor, gliding away on his fleshy wings, and then twisted into something else. Dragon fire came pouring down, and a miniature Hazel snapped up a warding hand. The fire played harmlessly over him, sucked into a miniscule void in his palm, and then Cornelius warped back into a Shape Squirrel. Rastelviri swore in his own tongue, eye ridges raised in surprise. Then he realized how close to the treeline they'd fallen. Isra: "Two!" A massive, adamantine net ripped through the leaves, whipping around Rastelviri with a terrible snapping sound, cutting into his flesh and closing his wings. Isra grabbed Cornelius at the last possible moment, shifting gravity up and down, gliding to the floor in jerky motions. Rastelviri crashed through the branches below him, tearing wood and vines alike, shaking the jungle floor as he collided with the ground. The Androids surrounded him on all sides, brandishing guns of an innovative variety -- biological components meshed together with First Ones relics -- but just as deadly as any modern weaponry. Isra landed just as Rastelviri got his bearings, lips curled up with confidence. As if this were a minor annoyance... As if she were done. Isra: "LEAF."
LEAF: "Engaging Silver LEAF Protocol: Law. Target Rastelviri." An aura of righteousness spread over the clearing -- a faint, hueless light, which radiated feelings of order and alignment as it passed. While they could not see it, they all heard the shriek come from just above the dragon's head, as the Skinny Man hidden there was banished. Cornelius made a rude gesture in its general direction, which Isra quietly covered with one hand. The surety faded from Rastelviri's expression, and was replaced with a cool hatred. Rastelviri: "Killing me will earn you nothing, little fly. My ancestor's blessing comes only from honest conquest." Isra smirked, and holstered the Astral Flintlock. Isra: "Who said anything about killing? You're the bait."
Isra: "On two." The dragon rose to meet her, the sound of his wingbeats lost to the rush of the passing air. She waited until he was fully committed before switching the Gravity Boots, falling horizontally instead of up or down. Rastelviri tried to correct course, but he was fighting against gravity, and she was riding with it. Another switch, and Isra fell down right behind him, just as his head turned, and fire built between his teeth. Isra: "One!" Cornelius pushed open the slot in her armor, gliding away on his fleshy wings, and then twisted into something else. Dragon fire came pouring down, and a miniature Hazel snapped up a warding hand. The fire played harmlessly over him, sucked into a miniscule void in his palm, and then Cornelius warped back into a Shape Squirrel. Rastelviri swore in his own tongue, eye ridges raised in surprise. Then he realized how close to the treeline they'd fallen. Isra: "Two!" A massive, adamantine net ripped through the leaves, whipping around Rastelviri with a terrible snapping sound, cutting into his flesh and closing his wings. Isra grabbed Cornelius at the last possible moment, shifting gravity up and down, gliding to the floor in jerky motions. Rastelviri crashed through the branches below him, tearing wood and vines alike, shaking the jungle floor as he collided with the ground. The Androids surrounded him on all sides, brandishing guns of an innovative variety -- biological components meshed together with First Ones relics -- but just as deadly as any modern weaponry. Isra landed just as Rastelviri got his bearings, lips curled up with confidence. As if this were a minor annoyance... As if she were done. Isra: "LEAF."
LEAF: "Engaging Silver LEAF Protocol: Law. Target Rastelviri." An aura of righteousness spread over the clearing -- a faint, hueless light, which radiated feelings of order and alignment as it passed. While they could not see it, they all heard the shriek come from just above the dragon's head, as the Skinny Man hidden there was banished. Cornelius made a rude gesture in its general direction, which Isra quietly covered with one hand. The surety faded from Rastelviri's expression, and was replaced with a cool hatred. Rastelviri: "Killing me will earn you nothing, little fly. My ancestor's blessing comes only from honest conquest." Isra smirked, and holstered the Astral Flintlock. Isra: "Who said anything about killing? You're the bait."
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