Video Game: Kingdom Hearts SOS: The Road To Light

Raisor was hanging on for dear life when Stratos came up on his glider and offered him a lift.

"Sure, if you don't mind the extra weight." Raisor pulled his keyblade out of the bloticle and jumped onto the keyblade glider.

The glider shook for a minute and then steadied itself. Raisor wasn't sure these things were made to hold two people, so he kind of wanted to get down. At that point, the tentacle did another dive at the two, and Raisor pointed his keyblade up and started shooting fire spells. They hit the tentacle and managed to hit some kind of weak point, because it veered off base and rushed past them by a matter of inches. This fight needed to stop being filled with so many close calls.

The tentacle slammed into the ground, but Raisor guessed it wasn't exactly in control, because instead of drilling into the ground like before, it bent itself on impact.

"Ouch, that's going to leave a mark. Too bad you're not nice enough to cure it, huh?" Raisor slapped Stratos on the back for the helping hand and was glad he was finally off the bucking horse, then clenched his stomach in pain. "Ugh, I hope you don't mind sick passengers. I think I might have taken one shake too many."

Spoiler: count

Blotling: 980/1000
Bloticle: 10/10

Bloticle 1: 745.5/1000

 

Beuce had been taken out of the fight with the Bloticle temporarily due to being somewhat swarmed by blotlings. They weren't overly threatening to him, but they were enough of a hindrance as to keep him from participating in the battle. "Out of the way!" He delivered a roundhouse kick to the body of one, sending it flying. He might not have been as strong as Karina, but he still took pride in his physical prowess. In addition to that, he was adept at one other thing. A white light began to glow around Beuce, as he poured out magic. Raising his keyblade toward the sky, he called down the most powerful magic he knew.

One after another, four enormous columns of blinding white light pierced the clouds and assaulted the tentacle. The Faith spell seemed to burn away a bit of the earthen armor shielding it, but this was probably one of the most durable things he'd ever fought. They were only now starting to make a dent in the armor. "Keep it up, it's working." His brief assistance given, he returned to the enemies surrounding him. Quickly enough, he cut down the one directly in front of him. Turning around, a brownish energy cracked along his keyblade. Holding his keyblade toward the sky once again, five large mines appeared in front of him, one of which detonated immediately as a blotling had been standing on it, incinerating the unsuspecting creature instantly. The rest seemed intelligent enough to not immediately step on them.

Spoiler: Count

Blotling: 977/1000
Bloticle: 10/10

Bloticle 1: 727.5/1000

 

As Raisor got on board the keyglider, the weight seemed to clearly become a bit more than the glider was meant to handle, but it was still able to stay afloat. That was going to clearly change once the bloticle swung at the both of them to crash straight into them. Or rather, it would have, had Raisor's attack not have sent the bloticle off course of its attack and sent it crashing into the ground. Well, that was good to see that overall they hadn't really taken all that much damage from the whole ordeal. As Raisor made a comment about whether or not Stratos minded sick passengers, Stratos just offhandedly said, "that's fine, as long as you don't mind crash landings." Stratos was a pretty decent flier. He just had the worse track record to date when it came to landing.

As he tried to descend onto the ground, the bloticle started recovering from the attack that Beuce had struck it with, lifting itself back upright and getting ready to knock the duo out of the sky. Billy then created more rock spikes and started firing them enmasse at the duo. Stratos did his best with the additional person on board and actually managed to dodge the grand majority of the attacks. But one lagged behind the rest, and like a stray meteorite in outerspace, Stratos knocked into it, causing him to say, "you have got to be kidding me." The collision resulted in Stratos losing control over his keyglider completely and caused the duo to plummet out of the sky and back onto the ground. Thankfully, they weren't too high, so the landing didn't hurt nearly as much as it could have.

Bringing himself back up onto his feet, Stratos shook his head as he looked at the massive creature. This thing seemed to be way tough than a behemoth, now looking closer at it, as it was still mostly intact. Well, if there was one thing that Stratos was good at, it was killing giant creatures, so he would just have to treat this creature as just a much more resilient behemoth. As it seemed to fire more spikes at Stratos, the young keyblade wielder simply spun his keyblade and swung it forward, unleashing an enormous pillar of light that fired forward and took the spikes head on, only to then keep going and smash right into the bloticle, chipping more of the rocky armor it possessed.

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 99% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 977/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 709/1000

 

Base hadn't been paying attention to the battle. Big mistake. He felt apprehensive, tense, and like he was being pulled up into the sky from the very ground itself. Anxiety was taking its toll on him.

"Hey, I saw ya havin' some trouble back there," he heard Mickey's voice pipe in behind him. "Can I lend a hand?" He offered one gloved hand toward the disheartened youth, who well up with tears at the offering. "Say, y'don't have'ta cry. We're all in this together."

"I just... I don't feel so well..." Base tried his hardest to stay grounded. Mental anguish.

"We're all in this together," his high voice was so solemn and sincere. It was soothing. "You don't have to fight alone."

"You so sure?"

"A-Positive, absolutely, pal." Mickey gave a wink and a nod, back to his cheerful self. "Now... what say you we get amovin', huh?"

He was ready. Keyblade at his side, Base nodded and charged for the a smaller group of Blotings. It hadn't worked before, but if what he saw going around was any indiction, then he had confidence in his first strike. And it was good! The Blotling was out, now only several more to go. In due time, seven more were taken care of, as Base had finished the whole group. This was a turning point. This was a new charge. This... was a new Base. No more tiring in the middle of the battle; his heart was ready to fight, and he felt the strength within him to fight anything.

Assured in helping Base find his legs at last, it no doubt improved Mickey's expertise in the Art of War. He went straight for a Bloticle, a rocky sort that several others were targeting. Dodging boulders tossed at him with acrobatic ease, the mouse was truly a sight to behold... until one rogue boulder caught him flat in the face and he was squashed beneath its weight when it rolled over top of him. Dazed for a moment, Mickey was back on his feet in a swish of a pencil-thin tail. That had upset him, and, unfortunately for the Bloticle, Mickey Mouse was not always as innocent as he seemed; he had a mischievous side. It came out in full force as Mickey let the mark have it with everything he had in him. Once spent, he launched back to let the next Keyblader keep up the speed.

"I'm here t'help, fellas. Call on me when ya need me, okay?"

Spoiler: Count

Living
-Blotlings: 970/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1- Billy: 684/1000

 

Raisor picked his head out of the ground and spat out a large amount of dirt. He brushed off his hair and got on his feet. Twice in the span of less than two minutes he's been thrown to the ground by that stupid tentacle; Raisor's fuse was at an end. He wanted to pummel that thing to the ground right now.

Rushing at the enemy full speed following Stratos's attack, Raisor picked up his keyblade and threw up a dust cloud. The smokescreen seemed to work, because the Bloticle kept throwing rocks and spikes that passed right by him. Raisor passed through his smokescreen and ended up right in front of the bloticle. He thrust his keyblade forward, sending a ripple through the enemy and stunning it. As the creature stopped moving, Raisor took the chance to stick his keyblade in the enemy yet again, and let off a few Fire spells.

Ink sprayed all over, and Raisor was pretty sure that did a bit of damage. He didn't care how big the thing was, getting an explosion inside of you was going to leave a mark. Or in this case, tear open a mark.

Spoiler: count

Blotlings: 970/1000
Bloticles: 10/10

Bloticle 1: 660

 

After having fought the giant bloticle with the faith spell, Stratos was getting ready to go and strike at the creature once again. However, before he could, there was someone who seemed to join the fight against the bloticle as well. Someone slightly unexpected. Stratos couldn't help but notice that Base was getting into the fray, which, really after having spent an entire world killing things alongside him he shouldn't have been too surprised about, but the memories of the one thousand heartless battle still stung deep into Straots's heart. Nevertheless, he was glad to see both Base and Mickey aid the group in dealing Billy the bloticle.

Regardless, soon enough Raisor then got back into fighting the thing as well, none too happy it appeared with this bloticle's antics either. As soon as Raisor had struck the blot tentacle, Stratos decided to follow up by utilizing what was effectively his signature brawl mission move. With the cherry blossoms falling from the sky, time had come to a standstill once more, and then in a single instant, Stratos ended up slashing straight through the bloticle. But he was hardly finished just yet. He threw his keyblade in a strike raid maneuver towards the bloticle all while running towards it, and after the keyblade hit, he called it back to his hand, jumping into the air and using a Vorpal Blitz against his enemy. To finish off his barrage of attacks, Stratos's heart seemed to shine with a light once more, though this time it was green. Hitting his chest with his hand, Stratos was soon covered in a green electricity as he then rushed forward at the creature, striking it repeatedly with the Guardian's Rush limit.

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 98% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 977/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 583/1000

 

Beuce, having set up a line of mines for the blotlings to go around, was able to break through the ranks toward the bloticle. He was coated with a white light, as a shield hardened and formed around him. using this opportunity, he plowed through the few blotlings still in his way. Though some moved out of his path to avoid being killed by the attack, others didn't. His charge immediately decimated the unfortunate creatures, and left an open path for Beuce to rejoin the battle. Initially, Beuce let out a rain of thunderbolts onto the massive inky tentacle.

Next in his assault, he threw his keyblade spinning, and struck it into the creature. His onslaught utilized his strength and magic in equal parts. He began picking up speed as he dashed toward their enemy. His keyblade had struck its mark, and was now spiraling through the air back to its owner, but it wouldn't reach him quite yet. The white haired man waved his hand, and called upon his magic to halt the keyblade where it was. "Stop!" with the powers of time working under his command, the keyblade stopped midair, horizontal to Beuce. He jumped into the air and put his feet against its blade, before using kicking off it, using its inability to be moved to his advantage. Beuce too, glowed with a light. However, his was red. He placed his remaining hand over his chest, and drew out his power. Once it was gathered in his fist, he let it out in a singular, destructive punch against the bloticle.

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 565/1000

 

After Stratos completely rushed down his opponent, he was then immediately followed up by Beuce going on the offensive and using his own path limit against the bloticle. As it was struck by the punch, it lurched back, ink splattering out from the point of impact, and it seemed to be in some form of pain. Even if he didn't own the scan ability, Stratos could still tell that it was definitely starting to feel the pain. The amount of damage they needed wasn't quite halfway yet, but it was almost halfway there. As the tentacle recoiled, it started to grow more rock plates over where its body, only for the plates to soon become spiky. Stratos wasn't entirely sure what this meant, until it shot off the plates along sandy like tendrils towards the boy. Not wanting to actually be in the way of that attack, Stratos immediately dodge rolled out of the way to avoid the rock plate, and all he could hear behind him, where the rock had landed, was a crashing noise.

Looking back he saw that the creature had basically just punched a hole in the floor with its rock plate fist like things, as the tendrils reeled back towards their point of origin. Once it had retracted fully back to the main body of the bloticle, it launched the attack out again. Knowing just what to expect this time, though, Stratos had decided to go on the offensive himself. As he dodge rolled out of the way of the spiky punch of earth, he then threw his keyblade with a spin on it towards the tendril. Once the attack had landed, it made a small cut in the sand tendril, causing it to squirm in pain as it tried to pull the rock plate out from the ground, only to then be fully severed as Stratos unleashed a bolt of lightning on the wound. The tendril fell off, squirming on the ground now, as the entire thing just sort of returned to a more liquid state, the only thing left of it behind being an inky puddle. As Stratos looked back towards the main body of Billy the Bloticle, he had no idea if ink monsters felt emotions, but if they did, this one surely looked angry.

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 540/1000

 

Keyblades, when thrown by strike raid, would always return to their wielder regardless of any trajectory that would otherwise make it impossible. So, the spinning keyblade seemed to do a 180 and immediately come spiraling towards its master. Holding out his hand, Beuce let the weapon return to his grip before dodging out of the way of the fists. Moving over to regroup with Stratos, as he wanted to avoid a situation like the one that had just recently occurred, he stood next to him. "Well, congratulations. We've successfully pissed it off. And if it's pissed off, that means its working." said the man with a slightly heightened confidence. If they could simply keep this up, the thing would fall to them sure enough.

Picking his assault back up, Beuce extended his keyblade as the air at its tip began to chill, and then froze into a crystal of ice. At his command, the spell fired, and stabbed into the creature, as its protective armor had been thoroughly worn down. He followed this up by running into melee range and striking it with a regular combo, as his magic reserves had been more or less spent. It screeched in anger and thrashed around, causing sand to pick up around it. It lurched back, and began swinging itself in a circular motion. The sand seemed to follow its motions, and spiraled around with it. Beuce shielded his eyes from the small grains of earth now assaulting them. Their field of vision was now greatly reduced in the wake of the sandstorm, but the enormous shadow of the bloticle was still visible enough to read its movements. The real problem would be the attacks it sent that came flying out of the sand. "This could be a problem. Aerora should be able to shield us from the direct effects of the sand, but we've gotta be a bit more careful, unless we've suddenly got a fetish for being crushed under giant boulders. Which i mean, hey no one is judging but i don't think now is exactly the time to get your jollies."

Spoiler: count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 513/1000

 

As Beuce landed near him, Stratos nodded, responding, "which means we just gotta keep on the pressure." After Beuce had struck him with the last of his own magic, the bloticle then seemed to whip up a sandstorm for them, one of which only really hindered their vision. Well, at least only for Stratos as he had already had his own Aerora spell around him, keeping the sand at bay and away from his face. As Beuce commented that having one up would help, he then realized that he hadn't ever actually cast it on Beuce to begin with. Whoops. "Right," he agreed to the suggestion, slapping his friend's back, using his hand as basically the catalyst for his spell, thus causing an Aerora barrier to flow around the white haired man. As Stratos realized his own had been up for quite some time, it'd probably need refreshing soon, and so he went to cast it again on himself...only nothing actually happened when he did. Sighing at the revelation, he had come to realize that he had basically dried up his mana pool as well.

Stratos needed to figure out a way to get his mana back quick, or else he'd end up being in a bit of trouble. Mana was normally generated via hitting things a lot, by a process of which Stratos had zero idea how it worked. However, thinking back on it, he started to recall that Karina had used a skill command that seemed to reach what the outcome Stratos wanted, only way more effectively then just regular hitting. Closing his eyes, he began to think hard to any time he had seen the move used, and when it finally came to him, something else came. A rock. Through the air. At Stratos's head.

Being knocked back by the sudden attack, Stratos had been thankful his shield was still up, or that might have actually done some crazy damage. Though rubbing his head he muttered, "that did not give me jollies." As he recalibrated himself, he then looked at the silhouette of the monster he was meant to be fighting and prepped himself to get going. Nodding, he said to himself, "alright, I think I got it." And with that, Stratos rushed off towards the creature, narrowly dodging flying rocks all the while. As he did, he eventually encroached on the position of the bloticle and once in swinging range, he swung. Stratos went straight into using a fast paced six hit string of attacks, followed by his regular combo, slashing through the sand body of the monster and spraying ink every which way. When all was said and done, Stratos certainly felt like he had gotten a fair chunk of MP back.

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 488/1000

 

He let down his arm as the wind magic shielded him from the assaulting wind. "Thanks for the hand. Azphel knows i need one." Beuce said with a slight chuckle. It was then that a rock came flying from nowhere and nailed his friend directly in the head. He didn't seem to be overly hurt thanks to his defensive barrier, though. While Stratos was regaining his mana through the nonsensical process they often used, Beuce decided to provide a bit of cover for him. Sticking close by the young keyblade wielder, he batted aside any rocks that Stratos proved unable to dodge while he was performing his attacks.

Once he'd regained his mana, the two backed off slightly. Beuce closed his eyes, and seemed to be in a state of great concentration. Space seemed to warp in front of him, bending and distorting, until the wound they had inflicted, as well as the softest parts of the armor, were all enlarged and made much more vulnerable. Beuce didn't break his stance as cherry blossoms began to fall all around him. In an instant, Beuce had delivered a massive cut across the tentacle's body, causing it to screech in pain due to the increased severity of the already powerful attack.

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 461/1000

 

After Stratos got back his mana, he then knew just what he had to do with all of that. Channeling the magical energy through his keyblade he rose to the sky as a ball of air coalesced on the tip only to soon have the air dissipate. Soon after this whole thing transpired, the air around Stratos had a brief surge in movement, as his Aerora barrier was now fully refreshed. Thinking about it, the sandstorm probably would be pretty easy to get rid of if he were able to cast any sort of wind spell that wasn't just a shield. But Aero was the only kind of wind magic he knew, and something like creating a burst of air with Aero was absolutely impossible. Completely unthinkable. After tossing aside silly delusions, Stratos then went back to thinking about what his next counter attack against the bloticle would be.

After watching what Beuce had done, though, it was pretty obvious that Stratos couldn't just be shown up like that. As Stratos saw silhouettes of rocks and rock fists coming towards him, Stratos spun his keyblade in his hand in preparation of what to do. With cherry blossoms fluttering in the wind, sand and rain, as Stratos stopped spinning his blade time seemed to come to a stand still as the rocks were just narrowly closing in on the boy. In a single instant, he was no longer in the path of the attack, and instead was past the bloticle. All that showed that he had done anything to begin with was the large slash mark going opposite the direction of Beuce's that formed on the Bloticle. As the x wound took shape, it started to seemed to be oozing ink, as the rocky form it had once held was starting to come apart.

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 436/1000

 

Damn. If there was one thing that could be said about them right now, it was that they looked cool. Standing on opposite ends of a giant enemy in a flood of storms and cherry blossoms, having left an X shaped wound on it. Between the two of them, they'd cut it down a considerable amount. They needed only keep it up, and it'd be brought down in no time. However, it didn't look like it was going to be dying without a fight any time soon. The rocks in the sandstorm were beginning to get larger, and more jagged. Though it was a slow process, the sand was beginning to solidify into solid earth and assault them. Which was no bueno.

Keeping up his assault while attempting to dodge out of the way of the ever-growing rocks, Beuce coated his weapon in a thick purple smog, and struck the bloticle. The volatile substance coating the weapon surged into its body, spreading throughout the ink which formed it. Having rebuilt a fair chunk of his mana, Beuce went to go and unleash another faith spell on it, when a rather sizable piece of earth crashed into his back and sent him flying. It was only due to the barrier that he survived it. He got up onto one knee, panting, when another rock came heading his direction. Slamming his fist into the ground, space began to crack and distort into an amber dome around him. The rock immediately veered off course, so as to avoid colliding with it and potentially breaking it. Reluctancy was something which offered its user a brief moment of respite. A barrier which did not protect through its inability to be broken, but the combatant's unwillingness to break it. It fought against willpower, and forced all to withhold their attacks, so as not penetrate it. The white haired man cured himself and stood up once again. "Damn, those things are tough. Maybe it'd help if i were more durable than wet tissue paper...on fire." How can something wet be on fire, you ask? because its lighter fluid.

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 409/1000

 

Stratos couldn't help but feel things were starting to get a bit worse. Sure, they were bringing down the bloticle with relative ease here, but the more they fought it, the more dangerous the situation became. As he could feel the sand in the storm becoming more violent, and the chunks of earth within more apparent, he could tell that this thing was really starting to go all out against them. As he thought about what to do, he realized that there wasn't a way that he was going to be able to approach this thing all willy nilly. After all, his speed and strength weren't the greatest around, so forcing his way towards the creature would only end up with him getting tossed around in the storm. So obviously his only option was to use magic. However, he ran into that lack of mana problem once again. Which meant that he was basically stuck being unable to do anything until the option to use Zantetsuken became available again. But he couldn't afford to just stand around and do nothing either. It was at that point that Stratos was struck with a realization. Obviously, if he couldn't attack the thing with his keyblade to get mana back, he'd just use magic to get the job done instead.

Reaching into his pocket, Stratos felt a metal chain in there. Gripping onto it tighter, Stratos let out a deep breath as he seemed to try and invoke some sort of power from within his heart. Soon enough, a blue and black light of energy flooded the area around Stratos, encasing him in a sort of energy dome, only to subside and reveal the mage boy. Opening his, now red, eyes, Stratos stood there with his cape, that had replaced his hoodie, flowing in the wind. It was good to be back in this black mage form. Recalling the power he had in it, Stratos pointed two fingers at the bloticle, only to draw them back and seemingly bring a blue light of energy out from the beast and towards the caster. As the blue light reached him, Stratos grabbed it out of the air and absorbed, feeling magical power well up from it. Now that he had some mana back, he could go on the offensive once again.

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 384/1000

 

Once the reluctancy had worn off, Beuce had caught his breath. The sandstorm was gradually condensing. It wasn't really so much a sandstorm at this point as a hail of gravel. The rocks were condensing into larger and larger forms. If he had to guess, he'd say it was prepping for a desperation move of some kind. That being said, the two of them needed to step up their game. Stratos seemed to have a similar idea to him. Beuce reached into his pocket and grabbed onto an emblem, engraved with an image of the dream sword. Similar to Stratos, Beuce was enveloped temporarily in a black sphere, with a bright red aura around it.

When the sphere vanished, Beuce's outfit had changed. He was now dressed completely in black and white, adorned with chains on many parts of his clothing, and short black fur adorning the lining of his clothing. His keyblade had been replaced with a long, pitch black blade without a guard. Stratos would be the back line, and he would be the front line. An aura of power radiated around him, as though he were the pinnacle of strength right now. His magic had been sealed away as a result, but he more than made up for it with the physical boost. Running toward the bloticle, Beuce decimated any rocks that came his way, reducing them to sand once more under the force of his swings. Upon finally reaching the bloticle, he did more than make a simple gash on it. He cleaved his weapon all the way through to the handle with minimal effort, making an enormous, open wound in the bloticle. Ink sprayed out from the opening in every direction. Made him wonder why they didn't do this more often...

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 357/1000

 

Cracking his knuckles, Stratos began to think of what to do with his new found magical prowess. After going through a lit of spells to use, he figured probably using the strongest magic one he knew would be a good way to kick off the gaining of this power. And so, as the creature was distracted by getting gutted by Beuce, with a flick of the wrist, Stratos summoned destructive pillars of light to tear a path through the sandstorm and deal even more damage to the bloticle. Or, it should have. A bit perplexed by the fact that nothing happened as Stratos tried to use Faith, he figured it was probably just another restriction of this whole infinite magical power thing. That and not being able to make barriers or heal...or really exert oneself physically in any way. Man, ultimate cosmic power came at some pretty demanding prices. Regardless, he figured he'd try and do something else while desperately trying not be absolutely shredded by the floating debris.

Spinning his keyblade, Stratos decided to use the next most powerful attack he was aware of, at least magically so. Pointing it at the creature, water coalesced on the tip of the keyblade in the form of a bubble. Channeling a surge of magic through the keyblade, the bubble then was fired off at the tentacle, followed by three more bubbles afterward. Of course, normally no one would fear bubbles. But this was a fantasy setting, and bubbles were often one of the most deadly substances known to mankind. Like balloons. As the bubbles exploded on impact with the bloticle, Stratos had the greatest idea in the world. Since the attack was so effective, why not just use it again? Normally, doing this kind of attack in rapid succession would be a no no on the body, but, probably due to the power granted from the black mage form, Stratos was completely confident in his ability to launch another swarm of bubbles. And so he did.

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 332/1000

 

With his enhanced strength, Beuce was going to town on the bloticle. A series of gashes much deeper than any previously inflicted were surfacing all around its body, and the earthen armor was all but nonexistent at this point. During his strikes, he noticed something strange. While the rocks were still moving, he hadn't had to dodge one in a while. They were no longer aiming to hit him. instead, they were coalescing above the tentacle, which was now standing perfectly straight, pointed toward the sky. All the rocks and earth that had been thrown around at them was forming into one massive meteor. Awed by the sheer size of it, Beuce quickly began thinking of a way to survive it. Aerora would scarcely defend against something like that, and reluctancy couldn't stop attacks already in motion. Let alone something as earth shattering as that.

The ground beneath them sunk in, as though moved from beneath their very feet, causing Beuce to fall over onto his side. looking around, a massive wall of earth had been erected around them, forming almost some sort of arena. At the apex of its size, the meteor was turned black by the ink of the tentacle, and raised much higher into the sky, before plummeting downward. As the meteor began crashing down, Beuce once again used magnify. At this point, breaking it back into the smallest amount of pieces possible was their best bet. The very center of the meteor was amplified, and made large through the bending of space because that wasn't magic somehow. An energy began charging in the blade of his sword, when Beuce broke into a full sprint, running up the side of the arena and leaping at the meteor. The very center of the attack was struck by Beuce's sword as he unloaded the energy into it, with an amplified brave shot. The clash of the two attacks caused a massive shockwave around the area as the meteor split into six pieces. Though the attack was far from neutralized, and those six separately would all do considerable damage, it was more manageable than the entire thing at once.

Spoiler: count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 306/1000

 

As the rocks had all but subsided in trying to hit them, it was clear something was up. And as it turned out, this was true both figuratively and literally. Stratos watched in awe as the creature managed to gather all the earth around itself into one gigantic earthen meteor type thing, and then hurled it at the group. Seeing the attack come at them, Stratos didn't really have much in the way of meteor killing, and couldn't really do anything other than stare at it in awe. Thankfully, Beuce was in his soldier state, and even more thankfully, having one arm didn't seem to impede his strength in anyway shape or form. Really it was like the other arm was just decoration or something. But as the meteor was struck by the power of Brave Shot, it seemed to give way to the raw physical force and split into six smaller, more manageable pieces. And so, Stratos got to work in dealing with at least one the attacks.

Pointing his keyblade at one of the pieces of earth, his cast a different kind of magic from his blade, which consisted of a dark beam that, once it struck the meteor covered it in black chains and shackles. As the meteor was bound by these restraints, it seemed to stop its movement through the air and just hung there. Stratos then hopped on his keyglider and flew up to the stationary boulder so that was on the same height level as it. Releasing a white light from his heart, Stratos grabbed at it, turning the light into the fires of the sun. As he threw the solar orb at the rock, he released it from the bind spell, and the collision between the Trip Around The Sun explosion and the meteor chunk forced the rock straight towards the bloticle. The bloticle, taking notice of this, used its body to strike at the rock, completely destroying it in a counter attack. However, it was obvious that that was not the most painless thing in the world, as ink continued to run from new wounds that covered that the bloticle.

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 281/1000

 

Raisor looked up at the sky as a giant meteor began forming above their heads. He had seen his fair share of unfair attacks that just shouldn't exist, but this was ridiculous. Seriously? Making a meteor come at them? Luckily for them, Beuce took the front stage and shattered the big rock into six more manageable-sized rocks. Stratos took one of them out, and Raisor figured it was his turn to take out one or two of them himself.

He thought back to how he dealt with those three rocks coming at him at the beginning of the fight and figured the same strategy might apply here. The only problem was, these rocks were much larger than the previous ones. Though Raisor thought of a way around that, even if it was a completely idiotic, stubbornheaded, not too mention foolhardy way to deal with this problem. Well, either he took his chances destroying the rocks or he ended up as a pancake.

Bringing out his keyblade glider, he rode up to the nearest rock that was hurtling toward him. As he got close, he felt the wind push him back. The thing certainly had size and force, that much was certain. Raisor got on the rock as it kept falling and struck his keyblade onto the thing and started releasing his blizzard spell continuously. Raisor was never very good at magic, and releasing this spell without any break was certainly going to affect his later, but the situation at the moment was more important.

The ice began spreading all around the rock as they got closer to the ground. Raisor watched as a good chunk of the rock got covered in ice and stopped his spell. Then, with the last big of magic energy he could muster, he released a Fire spell inside of the ice. The spell caused the rock the explode from the inside out, melting parts of the ice, and destroyed the rock even further. The giant rock falling from the sky was now in even smaller pieces, parts of them dissolving before hitting the ground, and other parts flinging ink blots all over. Raisor took out his keyblade and jumped to the ground; then, just as the little bit of rock got ever closer, he swung his keyblade, sending the thing flying back at the Bloticle as a flaming piece of earth. The Bloticle trying hitting it back, but with no such luck. As the bloticle hit the rock, it shattered, leaving a decently-sized burn on the creature, and even a few flames still burning on it.

Spoiler: count

Blotlings: 967: 1000
Bloticle: 10/10

Bloticle 1: 257:1000

 

As another meteor chunk flew through the sky and was repelled back towards the boticle once again. With Raisor's efforts, that made there only 4 more rocks that were falling to the ground, probably going to crush...something. Not to mention that they all seemed to be falling at an incredibly slow rate. Like, both Stratos and Raisor managed to beat one back each and the four were still in mid air, and they didn't really look like they were making really any distance at all. Regardless, Stratos had his mind set on taking down the falling rock and rocketed off on his keyglider towards it. Once he made it to the rock, he kept pace with it, thinking of how he had to go and push it away. Sadly, there was no reaction command at present for him to do it, but he did have another idea.

So while earth was normally a much stronger element against lightning, probably because of April showers, lightning seemed to be doing pretty well in this fight. So, Stratos figured that he would just go and continue with this kind of trend. Charging his fist with lightning, Stratos briefly went from Magus to Assault Mage in a manner of seconds as he hit the rock with a palm strike. The lightning pierced the rock, continuing to go towards the bloticle and strike it. From the hole the lightning made, the rock started to break apart and loose momentum as the small chunks hit the ground with far less destructive force then they would have normally. And so, there were only three more falling boulders to deal with. And they were still barely making any progress towards the ground.

Spoiler: Count

Wasteland: 96% Left

Living
-Blotlings: 967/1000
-Bloticle: 10/10

Injured:
Bloticle 1, Ruler of the Ever Shifting Sand - Billy: 232/1000