trans_9 | Her Flight [semi-open]

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Her Flight [semi-open]

Somewhere inside the vast dome of the City, Signum floated, transformed into her battle gear, eyes closed and mind reaching out to the ship for magical reactions. The presence of Stacy's mind - not magic per se, but still psychically loud - was a constant buzz, but her senses floated to smaller, brighter sparks, aided by what she held in her hands - the "Book of Darkness" that she had taken up last week. She'd been confused, then, but now that the Administration Program was back in her proper place, it was time to start filling the pages again. She'd dawdled too long on this ship, trusting 'Stacy' to keep Hayate safe (ha!), even socializing with the time-displaced Bureau mages who had been trying to stop her before all this...

She reaches out for magical reactions. People she knew - Nanoha and Testarossa (avoid at all costs), Aibghalien (noted), Hayate (...) - and others she didn't, or whom she was merely acquainted with through the Magic Department.

Ha. A Wolkenritter joining such an organization. That was possibly her least thought-out bit of subterfuge here. They had nothing to offer her, unless some bleeding hearts were willing to sacrifice mana...but that clearly wouldn't happen. No, no, it's definitely time to go back to doing this the old-fashioned way. The very old-fashioned way, since her comrades were all still in the pods.

Yes, she'd have to be careful, but the danger was worth it. To live quietly with her Master, even in this besieged cave of a starship...that was what mattered.

She focuses in on a magical signature and swoops quietly towards it, preparing a Barrier to isolate herself with the victim. Hopefully, they'd fall quickly and painlessly...

((Okay friends, reply to this post if you a) have magical powers and want to have a fight with Signum over them or b) spot Signum and want to stop her. Threads will probably take place in skewed pocket dimensions called Barriers for privacy, but these can be broken into if you like. Expect fighting! Signum isn't in the mood to talk. Further details can be found here. If you signed up to get mugged and want to do it in another post, just let me know.))

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"Well now I'm just curious," Signum says, and flies up into the air.

The sword in her hand breaks apart and expands into what Bight would probably call a spiked chain with a sword's hilt, and flying above him, she uses it to rain down blows at his head from outside the great sword's reach.

"Well isn't that an interesting trick," Bight quipped as his opponent's sword expanded into what looked to be a spiked chain as she rose to the air. Such a long striking range could prove an issue if he was to remain on the ground.

Not waiting for her attack he called upon his inner powers to bring forth a cloud of fog. The thick and sudden fog spreading around him making the seemingly human Bight a hard target. Stepping aside and bringing up his blade to deflect the initial attacks as they came. "You'll have to do better than that,"

"Hmph. So I shall." Signum was never a fan of anything but a straightforward assault when it came to fighting style, but she had to admit that was an effective trick.

Her attacks stop for a second as she loads a Cartridge into Laevatein's hilt, and the entire length of chain erupts into flame. Spinning it in a spiral, a wall of flames washes over the area of the fog cloud, burning it and (hopefully) Bight away.

Even as the fog cloud came into effect he wasted little time in making use of the short time it bought him, weaving a number of rapid arcane gestures with his free hand even as intoned the spell in his natural tongue, "wux shilta tepoha dout tija spical,"

Not a moment after it is cast the spell shows its usefulness as that wall of flames descends upon him, burning away the fog but leaving the one standing in its center even as a good portion of the flame swirls about the human Bight before curling up and burning a path right back to its origin above. Not waiting to see the results though he begins the motions for a second spell, perhaps she would try and disrupt him, perhaps not.

Signum wasn't quite expecting that, but she nonetheless quickly throws up a shield to protect herself and the Book, her own affinity for fire blunting the damage down to null. It's enough of a distraction, though, that her next strike at Bight is instinctive rather than precise or measured, just trying not to let him keep his balance.

An interesting manner of shielding, different to some he'd seen, though the purpose of his spell had been to deflect and distract rather than harm, to which it had succeeded to some degree. Using the distraction to his advantage he quickly completed the motions to his next spell, drawing up the energy as he intoned in draconic, "Aungwey sia wiot!" He was unsure if such a spell of confusion would work on his current foe, and if not he would apply spells of a far more direct nature.

The confusion spell does, indeed, addle Signum's mind even further than it had been, although it's difficult to be sure if that from the outside, since she charges again. Following the spell's chaotic compulsion, she dives on Bight from the air again, weapon in sword form and still aflame.

Well, perhaps not the intended effect, though not one that he could argue with really. Better to have her charge him than have her strike from out of range with the spiked chain mode of her sword. At least it gave him the option of the great sword, of which he took into both hands and swung it up to strike at her and meet her charge.

The weight of the sword and the power behind the swing is enough to stop Signum in place, locking her sword with his. Still, not to be deterred and used to using her whole body as a weapon (she was just a weapon, after all), she kicks out under the locked blades, using her added altitude to aim for his chin.

Bight held his sword locked with hers for that brief moment, trying to twist his head to move out of the way of her kick, though not enough to avoid a glancing blow. With something of a growl he stepped to the side suddenly, tilting his sword so that if she kept the same pressure she'd sail past, a test of her reaction as he spun the sword around again in an arch with a good portion of his already significant strength.

Signum keeps the pressure on, but uses the momentum as he gives ground to twist her own position, blocking his followup swing with the metal scabbard suddenly in her off-hand. The mass of the greatsword and Bight's strength do push her back, however, and she does the same to him that he just did to her, letting his sword slip past and rolling her body around it to make a thrust at full arm's length at his face.

She was stronger than any normal human that was clear as she blocked his blow with the scabbard, one that was likely as strong as her sword given the unnaturally sharp edge of his blade didn't even dint it. The momentum of his blow carrying his blade past her, using that momentum and ducking into a low powerful swing down below even as her blade whistled a hair breadth above his head. She was a superbly skilled swordsman, that was certain. If it continued as they were, even his own skill may not be sufficient to match her in an extended conflict.

Signum expertly dodges up into the air over the low swing - she had to, or she'd likely be missing half her legs. She couldn't do that to her Master after Hayate made so many comments about her legs while designing her Armor, could she?

She was slightly faster than this man, but his strength was overwhelming. The only recourse Signum sees is to keep up the pressure until he makes a mistake...or she does and gets turned into a bloody smear by the greatsword. Thus, she rains several short blows downward at Bight's head, trying to stay inside his larger sword's effective reach and keep him on the defensive.

Well this just wouldn't do, deflecting blow after blow and counter-attacking where her could he could easily see that they had the measure of each other, a fight that could go one way or the other in but one small mistake. That was not something he would allow. It seemed more drastic measure would be required.

With a thought he once more called up the fog around them both, leaping back even as the fog came into existence with all his strength he threw the great sword towards her, an attack aimed to distract even as a bright golden light suddenly lit the fog, one that appeared to be growing rather rapidly.

Signum's just about to taunt him about re-using his tricks when that huge sword comes near-fatally hurtling at her, resulting in another spin in the air and her backing off a fair bit while the blade goes sailing into the nearest wall.

Why the hell had he just thrown his weapon away? No self-respecting warrior would do that without a backup plan...or a better weapon. Had he been holding back?

With that in mind, Signum waits warily above the fog, her own blade still in hand and ready against any sudden movement.

Even as the large blade connected and sunk into the hilt within the wall in which it had impacted the glow grew rapidly, expanding out rapidly to what would seem near 140 feet in length. Had he summoned up something? Or was it he himself changing?

She would not have to wait long as a large draconic head loomed rose out of the fog to swing directly up towards Signum inhaling deeply as it went before suddenly expelling a large cone of gas directly towards Signum's position. The gas if inhaled would if she couldn't resist it, fill her with the urge to run as far from the dragon as she could get.

This is...new.

Signum dashes away from the beast's muzzle as it rears back for some kind of attack, but still gets a faceful of the noxious - if nonlethal - gas. Head spinning at the foreigh agent, Signum nonetheless flies up, emerging from the cloud coughing and shaking her head. She'd gotten a lungful of it, but it would take more than that to break the resolve of a Wolkenritter.

Looking down at the bronze beast and sizing him up, however, Signum is tempted to make a tactical retreat anyway. Dragons are the most serious of serious business when it comes to magical fauna, and this one was presumably as intelligent as the swordsman who had apparently transformed into it. Her mind goes back to an earlier idle conversation with Aibghalien, and she quickly prays that this man was similarly limited.

Not counting on that, though, Signum gains more altitude and probes this new form's defenses with her chain-whip sword, aiming right for the eyes to start with.

Serious business they are indeed, this one in particular doesn't pause even after releasing its breath to bring its wings up even as it crouches down to leap into the air with a powerful down beat, bringing the large dragon rapidly up toward his opponent.

Even as he rises the dragon's large claws move to complete arcane gestures, sparks of electricity arcing between claws as he intones the spell, darting his head to the side from the probing strikes at his eyes, closing the scaled lid to the eye she was striking at, letting them glance off his scales at this point. His concentration on the spell unfaltering as he completes it, opening his maw as electricity arcs between his rather large teeth before a bolt of Lightning seared through the air toward her and her chain whip.

As Signum attempts to dodge out of the path of the lightning, retracting her sword to reduce its conductivity, she studies the creature's motions. Definitely a full spell, making this persona a mage as well as a dragon. This was both a worst-case and a best-case scenario, in terms of the fight and Signum's objective, respectively.

The scattering bolts of the spell catch Signum - who's forgotten most of her fights with Testarossa and her lightning-using protegé - off-guard, zapping her painfully through her magical armor. She clenches her teeth to avoid crying out, looping around the dragon now that it was airborne. It was big, and obviously dangerous at all ranges, but she should be more maneuverable...

Signum's sword surges with renewed magical fire as it detonates and ejects a Cartridge for extra power. The knight continues her loop in a faster spiral, making a curved aerial charge under the dragon's wing, attempting to get behind it and stab its scaly back with her fiery sword. Not very chivalrous, but it's a dragon. Not being rent by claws is more of a priority than polite dueling.

She was durable he'd give her that as his spell caught her in its effect, and still eager to fight it seemed. If it was a fight she wished it would be a fight she would get.

Driving himself higher above the city with sweeps of his powerful wings, tracking her motions as she began to loop around him. Rapidly surveying his options, she was clearly more maneuverable in the air and had a sword that was at the very least a considerably powerful magical item, even if it was considerably small compared to his current form but nevertheless potentially dangerous.

Her charge does not go unnoticed, twisting in the air he attempts a swipe at her with one of his front claws, a difficult strike though due to the angle of her attack and one that would likely miss. Nevertheless even as she attempts to get behind him he swivels his head right around, trying to back stab a dragon? He would not have any of that, she would have the brief moment to strike before a near blinding beam of searing light would tear from his maw and mere feet from his back.

After maneuvering through the claws (which serve to break up her attack, if nothing else) Signum grits her teeth at the beam of energy approaching her. Without any other recourse or reliable means of dodging, she grabs onto one of the dragon's larger back scales, hanging on for dear life as he attempts to twist around and attack her. For now, all she can do is hang on, and not bring Laevatein to bear against the large reptile's natural armor.

Searing beams of light tend to be a good a deterrent as any to get out of the way. Turning his head back around even as he pulled his wings in to draw himself into a roll, attempting to shake her loose or at the very least make her focus on holding on, using his tail to help guide his path toward a larger portion of the river in the city below, if it was still there within the barrier that surrounded them.

Like everything else inside the Barrier except living, magical people, the river was there, but it was a slightly different river from the "real" one.

Signum is nearly thrown by the roll, but hangs on tightly and endeavors to stab Laevatein into the dragon's hide, both to attack it and get a better grip. It's either that, or be thrown, and Signum doesn't like her chances anywhere but where she is right now.

Slightly different was still good enough for Crucible as he aimed himself right for it, snapping wings out to suddenly level his flight, and give Signum something of a jerk in the process to keep her off balance.

The river below rapidly rushed up towards them, it would not take them long to reach it. Growling at the sudden sting of the swordswoman's sword jabbed into his thick scales, not deep enough however to do any considerable damage, but it would give her a good handhold.

Even as they closed rapidly on the river below he weaved yet another spell, one that would hopefully dispel the barrier around them, before they reached the river itself, intoning steadily,"Seilor duulo wer arcaniss!" energy building up over his scales as the spell reached its crescendo, unleashing a wave of white disruptive energy near two hundred feet in all directions, hopefully snapping them free of the barrier even at the same moment as drew his wings in and plunged in a shallow dive into the river.

The collapse of her Barrier distracts Signum, who hadn't been expecting a specialized spell to nullify it. As such, when both she and her opponent hit the water, she and her sword are pried loose by the water pressure and quickly go skipping across the surface. Signum ends up in hip-deep water at the edge, drenched by the huge plume of spray that the dragon's body created, but only lightly bruised through her armor.

Oh, and now she was in front of the dragon instead of behind him, and embarassingly enough the water was causing Laevatein problems in maintaining its fire.

All things considers, standing in water while facing down a huge, spellcasting reptile that can throw electrical bolts, Signum decides that this time, discretion is the better part of her mission and her chivalry and takes off, moving away from the dragon before it can, hopefully, orient itself.

Her Flight [semi-open]

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I actually rolled d100 for this just for fun. Might not keep it for another round, though

That's Fine!

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Really sorry for the delay >.<

Not a problem. Backtagging is always fun.

That it is indeed.

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