Video Game: Kingdom Hearts SOS: The Road To Light

Apoop Stratos and his elephant companion had continued their watery assault on the bloticle, it seemed like it was certainly being worn down. The only thing that worried Beuce was that it was approaching the point that Billy had begun to use its desperation moves. He didn't know what was going to come out of it, but he knew it probably wasn't going to be good. In any case, there was no point worrying about it, just so long as they kept a weather eye out for it. getitweatherbecauselightning

Running up, Beuce timed his assault to be right at the moment between the electrical pulses it released. He struck it twice, and backed off just in time to avoid the pulse. It looked like he was right about the timing of the thing. For now, they just had to keep up the pressure and it would go down quick enough. Meanwhile in top lane, axes seemed to be raining down all over the place. One nearly hit Beuce, as he may or may not have completely forgotten about them, but he managed to dodge roll out of the way just in time.

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Wasteland 89% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 900/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 387/1000

 

Larry had kept up its assault, unsure of which of the targets to actually hit or where they even were. It kept firing in seemingly random directions, and only when either Stratos, Beuce or Dumbo seemed to hit it did it actually seem to respond by firing in a place they might actually be. Thankfully, the bubble storm kept the confusion piling on so even if it had a lead, it had no definite area. Nevertheless, Stratos didn't stop moving as he jumped from bubble elephant to bubble elephant, using them somewhat as stones that lined a river to skip across. Each time a bolt came at him, he jumped to another elephant, avoiding the attack and causing the bloticle to lose its target again. As Stratos was going to attack it once again with magic, he seemed to be fresh out of the stuff that fueled it. As such, he was going to have get in up close and personal to this bloticle.

As lightning was pulsing across the body of the beast, Stratos started hoping across the bubbles to get in closer. As he did, he saw that the pulse was starting to subside when he remembered what Beuce had told him two posts ago. He would only get in enough time for two strikes, and after that would have to retreat. And so, Stratos jumped off the bubble and dashed through the air, through use of sliding dash, straight at the creature, slicing into it. He then unleashed the six hit combo that was Splattercombo, restoring a good chunk of magic power, before kicking off the creature and going back to a bubble that was safe from the thing. It was just in time too, as the creature had started pulsing with lightning once more. It was a good thing "hitting it" wasn't a very specific term and thus he could just interpret that as using two skill commands, otherwise he'd be in a bit of trouble.

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Wasteland 89% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 900/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 362/1000

 

Sure enough, Beuce was right about the oncoming desperation move. Similar to the earth bloticle, The Decree of the Thunderlord erected its body, standing straight up. Only, instead of forming a meteor, a bright yellow line, crackling with electricity formed a large circle around the area, as though it was claiming the area as its own. Beuce's skin began to crawl at the sheer rise in energy in the area, as thought the entire arena were crackling with an electrical power. He didn't know how he knew, but this was known as the Thunderlord's Domain.

Beuce was a tactician. He'd be able to see through this ability, if given the time. But...It was getting hard to see. He looked at the sky and it occurred to him. This was no longer april showers causing the downpour. It was the work of the bloticle. Lightning arced through the sky as the rain pelted down, obscuring their vision. This storm was one unlike any other. He planted his keyblade into the ground as the storm seemed to reach its apex. He began to back up, ensuring his steps were all the same distance. "Five meters. We can only see five meters through this." Beuce muttered to himself. "Stratos!" He called out to him, unable to see where his friend was. They'd blinded it with Pink Elephants, but they were in no better a situation.

No sooner had he thought that, a bolt of lightning nailed him square in the chest, sending him flying. He gasped and cured himself to try and heal the injury before getting back to his feet, heavily panting. Was its vision no longer obscured? No...It had something to do with this area they were in. It was like it could attack them with such minimal effort, it barely had to will the lightning for it to strike. The fight so far against it hadn't been overly tough, but this was going to prove to be quite the trial.

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Wasteland 89% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 900/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 335/1000

 

As Stratos had continued to hop across the elephants, the sky seemed to darken, and the area they were in seemed to become more a storm then a light shower. As his vision obscured and the area around him became far darker, Stratos could tell that something bad was going to happen soon. The bloticle seemed to be generating an enormous amount of electricity and the rain seemed to be pick up, until soon enough, Stratos couldn't even see the bloticle anymore. When things started taking a turn from bad to worse, Stratos tried to hop across the elephants, only to realize his jump had gone way less distance than he was initially intending it to go. As such, he completely missed his jump and fell straight to the ground, landing with a bit of a thud. To make matters worse, it had seemed that the time of the pink elephants had ended as one by one, they just seemed to start popping. He couldn't really see all of them, but hearing the popping noise, he could tell that the limit had ended. Well, that was a bit of problem.

As Beuce called out to him, apparently they were only able to see five meters ahead of themselves. Though, Stratos wasn't entirely sure how long a meter was as his home world of course used the imperial system, at least the dark part of it did, just by what he could see alone, he could tell that it wasn't really that big of a distance. As heard a lightning bolt hit his friend dead on, he was almost definitely expecting one to come his way. And so it did. Thankfully, Stratos had managed to dodge it. Not by any merit of his own, no. It was because he was half the size he was when the bolt first struck. As a second bolt struck at him, he had now become a fourth of his original size, thus dodging it again. The unfortunate part of this was that he was now so small, and thus so weak, that the rain itself was beating him down into the ground, and he couldn't really lift himself up under the pressure. While he wondered how he was going to bring this creature down, he simply heard a slashing noise and the roar of the bloticle. He had no idea what happened, but was thankful that it did.

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Wasteland 89% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 900/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 310/1000

 

The lack of vision was greatly hindering the wielder as he tried to fight against the battering wind. Thunder roared as the lightning cracked the sky. A flash of light exploded, and the shockwave resonated through the man's bones. He barely had any idea which was was up in this place. There had to be some way to get through this and find the bloticle. Faster than he could react, lightning streaked past him, presumably being one of the bolts that was headed for his friend. He followed the direction of it, until he came across something. Had he been any less observant, he would've stepped on him.

Looking down, he'd found Stratos, shrunken by mad world. "Well, at least we know where the other one is now." He said casually, before looking around. He could hardly keep his eyes open without having to shield them from the constant downpour of rain. "This is seriously starting to get in the way. Once you're back to full size, we've gotta figure out something to do about this. For now, we should just try not to get killed." He heard a string of slashing noises and a screech, indicating that it had been injured. The Cheshire Cat seemed to be doing a number on it as well.

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Wasteland 89% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 900/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 283/1000

 

As the rain continued to fall, Stratos continued to be unable to lift himself up against the weight of the rain. Not only was this the first time in his life that a rain drop and he were on equal footing in terms of size, but he was also so weak that he'd probably have a difficult time even if he wasn't being pelted by the rain, it'd be pretty hard to stand up. As he lied there, just kind of waiting for something to happen, he heard a thundering sound getting closer and closer and was pretty nervous as to what Larry was going to do now. As it came right up next to him he then realized that it wasn't something the bloticle had conjured up. Rather it was just the strides of a one armed who was incredibly gigantic. As he spoke to him, his voice was way louder than normal, and Stratos couldn't even really tell what he was trying to tell him in the first place. As he tried to convey this, he found his own, rather weak voice, being drowned out entirely by the rain. Being small sucked.

Thankfully, the purplely pink light sort of just faded away from him and he just sort of returned to normal size and fell out of Beuce's hand, and onto the ground. Standing up, because he was able to now, he then said, "man, I don't know if you've ever seen things through the eyes of a bug, but I came pretty damn close just then. It isn't fun." As the rain continued to obscure their view, Stratos said, "well, if we're going to fight this thing, we need to do something about this rain first, right?" Saying an idea that he had completely thought up himself, he then looked at Beuce and said, "alright, I got an idea, and it just might be crazy enough to work. What if, we used Gravity, to reverse the fall of the rain? Now obviously, in our current state, we can't do it. But if we used our magical powers at their prime, there just might be a chance." Man, Stratos was smart sometimes. Other times, he totally could plagiarize other's ideas even when he knew they sounds dumb. With a black and blue light surrounding him, he back in his black form as he then directed his keyblade to the sky. "Ready when you are."

Meanwhile, Dumbo was shooting water at this thing like no one's business. Praise be to Dumbo.

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Wasteland 89% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 900/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 258/1000

 

Man, he was teaching Stratos well. That almost sounded like an idea he would have come up with himself. "That sounds...Really stupid." A sphere of black fire engulfed Beuce. Once he emerged, he was in a long black flowing robe with a blood red chest plate, with his hair having grown out significantly which extended into a mane down his back. He wore a sinister looking mask, to complete the appearance. "I like it. Let's do this!" And so they did!

Gravity began to alter and warp at their command, inverting itself. The rain ceased to fall altogether, halting under their magic, before floating gradually upward back into the sky. Now that they weren't being pelted by rain, vision became clearer, and the bloticle came back into vision. Stratos well thought out and original idea had worked wonderfully. Since they were in their mage forms, they may as well use their magic for the offensive.

Beuce stretched his wings, flying up toward the bloticle. Upon getting close enough, he touched his hand to it, laying five explosive traps of earth on the bloticle's body. Though, they weren't triggered from beneath. If they could set up enough, they could take it out in one fell swoop by causing the mines to trigger one another with the explosion.

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Wasteland 89% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 900/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 251/1000 (20 BP worth of mines)

 

Stratos assisted Beuce in their completely ridiculous endeavor to get rid of the rain. As it turned out, creating a massive inverted gravity field at the apex of their magical strength had actually worked. Who would have guessed that Stratos's completely original plan would have ever worked. Anyway, with the rain now longer blocking their vision, Stratos could see that the bloticle was still engaged in firing lightning at the flying elephant, and so the duo decided to take action during this brief moment of visibility. Watching as Beuce had summoned a small amount of mines around the bloticle. Though the attack would probably do a good deal of damage, the bloticle was relatively stationary and so he wasn't entirely sure how Beuce was planning to trip them. Although, as if on cue, the tentacle mass of ink started to stiffen and point upright once again. Even with its domain still active, it seemed malcontent with how everything was going thus far.

Lightning started to charge up on its body, all coursing across it and gathering at the tip. Each time enough lightning gathered at the top, it coalesced into an orb and a pulse was let out from its body, having the orb just sort of gently sail away from it. Continued to do this process four more times, until there was just five orbs of lightning gently floating every which way. Wondering what was up with them, Stratos continued to observe them closely, until it seemed that lightning was starting to charge up in them as well. Eventually, the lightning seemed to reach its apex charge, and Stratos immediately rolled out of the way, before anything had even happened, as the orb fired a bolt of lightning at where he previously was. Seeing this, it had seemed the five orbs were all charging up and kept firing lightning at them from different angles, which made Stratos have to hop skip and jump all around to not get hit by them. Also Dumbo was still attacking the end.

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Wasteland 88% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 900/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 226/1000 (20 BP worth of mines)

 

Divide and conquer was always a strategy that worked in the art of war. Letting those two handle the big ones was fine by the wild haired keyblader. He had no problem taking out the small fry but the problem was he was alone. The army was little problem but there was many and dwindling the numbers was going to be tough. It was about time to deploy a little magic if he was going to play Riot police. Right, he felt the static in the air from his imminent magic and it brought a tiny grin to his mouth. It was barely visible but he got goosebumps from this fight. It was that familiar adrenaline rush that he had grown to relish in battle.

It was time to strike. He sidestepped an attack from the blotlings, a reckless move on their part but it gave him the cluster he needed. He thrusted his weapon into the air and let out a shrill cry just as heavenly thunder rained down on his targets, drowning his yelling as the concussive force briefly shook the ground. His targets twitched and frazzled with electricity before vanishing in ink.

Blotlings: 889/1000
Bloticles:9/10

 

With the orbs of lightning were hovering around and shooting lightning, Stratos could only really help but dodge. Now, while five external damage sources attacking him at once seemed like it would be a pretty bad thing, Stratos, for whatever reason, found it to be a blessing. Why was that, you might be asking completely irrelevant reader. Well, it was because it meant that he could dodge more lightning than before, which meant his lightning dodging count was going up by the second. Now this seemed to be a really weird thing to be pleased about, and Stratos couldn't quite comprehend why he should be dodging the lightning outside of getting hit, but the dodge count was certainly going up and that's what mattered. Even still, though, he had to do something about this or else he would never be able to actually win the fight against this giant ass bloticle.

So, Stratos decided to strike back at the orbs. Spinning his keyblade in hand, he threw it straight at the thunder orb in the sky, striking it as soon as the two made contact. The orb went flying back towards the bloticle, exploding on contact in a storm of electrical energy as it hit him. Now, while the orb was entirely lightning based, and the tentacle too was all lightning element, it still seemed to be in visisble pain from the attack. Something something pure vs non pure or something nonsensical. As the tentacle was in clear pain, it fell backward onto a mine. This then caused it to continue falling back in different directions, landing on mines as it did so, and taking a massive amount of damage from all the attacks. Well, that worked out surprisingly well.

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Wasteland 87% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 889/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 181/1000

 

After seeing Stratos leap around in action, dodging lightning like it was nobody's business, Beuce decided to just leave him to his somewhat odd elation and keep on attacking the bloticle. It was...Kind of creepy honestly but you know what he wasn't one to judge. He called over to him. He was able to tell because of that innocent face "You just...Keep dodging that lightning there bud...I'm sure great rewards will come from it if you get your count high enough." LITTLE DID HE KNOW WHAT TRULY AWAITED HIM.

Anyways Beuce was still in his black mage form, so his magic was through the roof despite it not actually increase the magic stat rip So with a wave of his hand, a blizzara spell launched a larger than normal crystal of ice from his hand to impale the bloticle. It stabbed into it, causing it to screech in pain. Weaving in between lightning bolts as he flew, Beuce continually fired off various elements of spells, but was a little bit frustrated he couldn't use faith because nooo that was a light command and black mages can't use holy powers. Gah. What the hell? White mages could use the strongest magic command! But noooo. He sacrificed the guardian so he can't be a white mage.

"also what the **** stratos you used strike raid in black mage form rip ****ing tanks"

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Wasteland 87% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 889/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 154/1000

 

As Stratos kept dodging around, he shouted back to Beuce, "yeah, I just sort of stopped being a black mage for like a second without any warning, but don't worry I still am. Yep...totally legal use. Anyway, let's go kill this tank." With that, Stratos, who was now in Black Mage form after he had stopped being in it for a completely unmentionable amount of time, (which I feel the need to repeat so that you will no that it was totally and completely fine. Yes, you. The reader. Who I know cares oh so much.) Anyway, Stratos knew that if they were going to beat this thing, they'd need to drum up a marching band. Which wasn't even funny because there was no band humor involved in this. God, looks like as a comedian, Stratos didn't even have a ghost of a chance. Haha. Yep. Still wasn't funny. Anyway, back to killing this thing.

Gathering water at the tip of his keyblade, Stratos knew the obvious solution to this problem. There were four lightning balls left. There were four bubbles of water that were shot out of his keyblade from aqua splash. There were also four pillars of light from Faith, but he couldn't use that because they weren't fucking tank...mages. They were just the far more offensive, and thus unable to use powerful magic, variations of that. And so, Stratos just decided to use the command he could use, (because he wasn't going out of black mage for a completely unmentionable amount of time again. Nope.) Firing off the four orbs of water, they all exploded on contact with the lightning orbs, as the orbs were sent back to the creature, dealing some good, albeit exactly the same as one of them did, damage.

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Wasteland 87% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 889/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 129/1000

 

So Beuce was just like flyin' through the air like he just don't care and throwing ice and fire and probably some vulgar language around. The bloticle was very offended at his language. And so, Beuce used all his BP in destroying its emotional state. To add insult to other insults, Beuce began laughing as a rather large golden crest assembled itself above his head, before disappearing a few moments later. The bloticle was now fighting from a wall due to being tilted by him. While i'm not entirely sure what wall it would be on, it was there. The whole time. You just didn't notice it. Wow. Unobservant much?

So Beuce, now that he had destroyed their opponent's morale, fluttered down onto the ground next to Stratos. "Hah. What a scrublord. A sucky scrublord. Lets point at him and laugh." And so he did! However, since he stopped to BM the bloticle, he was immediately struck by lightning and under most circumstances would have died, but Stratos' expert dodging skills allowed him to evade death itself at the hands of the lightning, similar to Eon tanking being dead. Not something that would have killed him. Being dead.

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Wasteland 87% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 889/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 102/1000

 

Stratos was a man who understood the importance of not bad mannering your opponent. Not only did it make you look like an ass, but it also ended up getting you stuck in situations that would normally be avoidable otherwise. And so, he didn't join in on Beuce's laughter. Instead, he just counted down on his hands and as they reached zero, a bolt of lightning was sent straight towards Beuce. Thankfully, the bloticle didn't get the shutdown gold and completely ended up wiffing its skill shot. Nevertheless, it was a good idea now to not BM the beast. Rather, Stratos was content just with trying to actually kill it rather than mok it. After all, the creature seemed pretty much on its last legs; the lightning that covered its body being far less plentiful than at the start, and ink seeping from wounds that were scattered all about it.

So Stratos just stood there for a moment, thinking of what kind of attack he should use to hit this thing with. He could use osmose to try and regain his variable amount of mp. He could use bind to make the thing stop moving, even though it moving wasn't even so much a problem to begin with. He could use Bio, but Stratos wasn't really a fan of biology, and so using that move wasn't in his best interest. Then there was the basic kinds of magic alongside the mine magics that he could use, but none of that seemed flashy enough. Being unable to spam the strongest physical command, which was pretty much worthless as an attack on Stratos anyway, really made things a whole lot less interesting every now and then. While he was contemplating this, Dumbo just kind of kept firing water at the bloticle, dealing more damage to the thing. Man this elephant was handy to have around.

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Wasteland 87% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 889/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 77/1000

 

"Man, Being a black mage sucks for this kind of fight. Like, it's actually pretty useful and all, but it's really boring to limit your actions like this. **** being asmodian for a while i gotta get me some variation in skill commands." The man said aloud. And so, a grey light enveloped him as he reverted back into his base form. Torn off right sleeve and flowing mantle and all. Alright so now that he was back in his physical-capable form, He decided to start off with a good old fashion Zantetsuken magnify combo. Now that a massive gash had been made in the Bloticle, it seemed like it was more or less running on empty. Just another good hit from each of them, and the fight was over. Then they could move onwards to the next bloticle yay!

Briefly contemplating suicide, Beuce sat down on a rock to question his life decisions. Meanwhile, The cheshire cat had been going to work with those axes. Funnily enough, they'd all but stopped hitting the two wielders. Huh. Maybe that's where everyone else went...Did they get killed by giant axes of purple light? Now that the fight was remotely winnable, it didn't really matter as much, but still. That'd kind of suck. It'd also be a personal problem **** them!

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Wasteland 87% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 889/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 50/1000

 

After Beuce had decided to forsake his power as a black mage, Stratos figured he might as well do the same. After all, magic was clearly the worst thing in the world, which was why ninety percent of all keyblade wielders were warriors who had zero appreciation for the usefulness of magic. Man, warriors sucked. Thinking on this, Stratos was briefly spacing out, just concentrating on his hatred of physical strength or something, when suddenly he saw that the bleeding bloticle had desperately charged up a bolt of lightning to strike at him. Really, it was kind of pathetic, as the creature seemed to charge it up rather slowly, and using the attack itself seemed to be one of great effort. So, Stratos just kind of dodged the attack pretty easily, and as he did, something happened. The voice in his head that had been counting this had just yelled, "200!" As it did, something really strange and out of nowhere happened.

Materializing from the sky, a chest appeared above the bloticle, and just sort of fell on it. Landing on top of the creature, it seemed to deal at least some damage as it rolled down the body of the bloticle and then slid to Stratos's feet. Looking at the chest with a bewildered expression on his face, Stratos just sort of kicked it open, revealing the contents inside. Picking it up, Stratos saw that it was just a sort thing, with the likeness of the planet or goddess or something resembling Venus. What was a Venus? Regardless of that, Stratos just looked at it as the bloticle decided to strike him lightning again. Unfortunately, it hit the item from the chest with the bolt, which caused the bolt to reflect off it and strike the blotice again...thus causing whatever it was he got from the chest to just sort of explode from the power of the attack. Well that was underwhelming. "It's all you," Stratos called out to Beuce as he basically figured this fight was over with.

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Wasteland 87% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 889/1000
-Bloticle: 9/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: 25/1000

 

Beuce sighed from his rock. So it was. So it was...It seemed the storm no longer required their gravitational field as it kind of just disappeared. Man, it had been a while since it wasn't raining. The bloticle directed its attention toward Beuce, in one final last ditch effort. It charged up as much lightning as it could into the tip of its body. Given the lightning was more or less its life force, it would die with this attack either way. Rather than a bolt, it was more like a concentrated beam of raw energy. With this, the true strength of Larry was put forth into the attack. As soon as the beam fired, Larry collapsed, fading away into a massive and lifeless puddle of ink.

Time seemed to slow down as the beam headed toward him. It was coming at him too fast for him to simply dodge out of the way, when something miraculous happened that caused a great revelation to dawn on him. With the large tentacle of ink no longer being there to impose itself as the main threat, a blotling jumped at Beuce. A single blotling. As it leaped towards Beuce to...blot at him or whatever it is blotlings do, it happened upon a very convenient path. The beam struck into the blotling and knocked it out of the air, to which the blotling responded by getting up and dusting itself off.

"Hey Stratos. You know, rain amplifies lightning damage by like...tons right? I was able to just kind of tank most of that lightning for no real reason. So now that it's not raining...That last hit just failed to kill a blotling. If you think about it, Larry was actually completely piss weak among these things. Probably got made fun of a lot for it too."

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Wasteland 87% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 889/1000
The survivor (1/3)
-Bloticle: 8/10

Injured:
Bloticle 2, Decree of the Thunderlord - Larry: gg ez get rekt kid/1000

 

After Beuce's raw display of...well actually he didn't even really do anything. The bloticle just seemed to die by its own folly. Furthermore, it had actually been apparently really weak that entire time. It's lightning couldn't even take down a singular regular blotling when it went for one last final attack. What a loser. Nodding at what Beuce had said, Stratos then looked towards the rest of the blotlings and realized that he'd have to start tearing his way through them in order to get to the next bloticle. Sighing at the thought of having to go through eight more of those, Stratos steeled his resolve as he went towards the mob. But before doing that, he had something to take care. The blotling that had just taken a lightning bolt was getting up, ready to attack Beuce once again, only before it could attack, it was met with some unexpected resistance. Getting struck by a spinning keyblade, it just seemed to return to being an ink puddle, and thus Stratos was now perfectly able to kill eight blotlings. No injuries in this post...only death.

Running straight at the blotlings, an ice one had jumped straight at him, turning into a sort of icicle to spear him through. Stratos responded in kind by coating his blade with fire, attacking back with a fire strike. As the two objects met, the ice was clearly overpowered and the blotling wasa defeated quite easily. Next up there was two rock ones that charged at him, accompanied by two lightning ones. As they bolted towards him, Stratos guarded as the two bolt blots strike right into his keyblade, giving him a bit of jolt. As the rock ones converged, though, Stratos guarded against them, striking them back towards the lightning ones and destroying the four collective blotlings. To end the bonanza of blot death, Stratos coated his blade with ice as three fire ones leaped at him. Striking each of them with a vorpal blitz, Stratos had completely struck through the three of them in one fell swoop.

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Wasteland 87% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 880/1000
-Bloticle: 8/10

 

Raisor watched as Beuce took down the Bloticle and figured he should just kill a few blotlings to make up for his lack of participation in that fight. He saw a group huddle together and figured he'd just waste them without any trouble. Taking that chance, he jumped over and landed right on top of one of them, and stabbed it on its, well, if it had a head, that would be the spot.

The rest of the blotlings tried attacking Raisor after he killed their companion, but he just swatted them away like they were flies. They weren't really any threat once they could be killed, and now they were just massive puddles of ink. He really didn't see any trouble with them. Those bloticles surrounding them were much more of a threat than these tiny little guys. One of them tried jumping and attacking Raisor in the face, but he just grabbed it and squeezed tightly, crushing the thing in his hand. That was two down, and a few more to go.

The others seemed frightened by Raisor at this point, if they could even feel fear. Raisor noticed they were all shaking a little and unable to move. Well, he didn't feel any sympathy for these guys. If they were going to start complaining after starting this fight, he wasn't going to listen. He kicked another of the blotis in the middle, and watched it explode into a puddle as well. Now he had ink on his boot, and it probably wasn't going to come out anytime soon. There were 5 more blotlings, and he wanted to get rid of them nice and quickly. With them spread out, Raisor pointed his keyblade at one and shot a Fire spell at it, blowing it up, and continued with the other four. Now there were four puddles of ink, still on fire, on the ground.

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Blotlings: 872/1000
Bloticle: 8/10

 

After taking down the swarm of bloticles, Stratos looked over to see that Raisor had went to go and attack some of the blotlings himself, which helped invigorate him to go cut through more of these creatures at once. And so, looking at the swarm before him, he saw a collection of blotlings, these ones all made of water. Figuring that because they were water they must be weak to electricity, Stratos struck his keyblade into the air and called down lightning from the sky. As the thunder spell fell down onto the ground below, the lightning bolts had all found their mark, killing only three of these blotlings. After doing so, he was then immediately jumped by a blotling that had snuck up from behind him, jumping onto his back. As the creature latched on, it started to just sort of grab onto his face and be somewhat mildly annoying to the keyblade wielder. So, Stratos just hit it with his keyblade, knocking it off.

Before he could do any sort of killing blow on it, though, others started to converge on him. With four such blotlings of fire rushing him, he figured that using water on it would be a pretty good idea. So, as he went to go attack the four with aqua splash, he realized soon that he had completely burnt through all of his mp once again. Well, that was unfortunate, if not inevitable. And so Stratos was immediately pelted by four fireball like ink blotlings, rushing past him and leaving scorch marks on his clothing. Well that was certainly rude. And so, to make up for said rudeness, Stratos unleashed the all powerful Splattercombo on them, striking through each of them twice...even if it was only a six hit combo, don't try to math it. After doing so, he turned to one last fire blotling and just shot it with blizzard, causing it to burst an inky puddle.

Spoiler: Count

Living:
Blotlings: 864/1000
Bloticle: 8/10

Injured:
Blotling: 2/3