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town. Galia spins off and winds around the mage like a wily fox, leading those trailing bullets straight into their caster. Willingly, she falls into the vortex, her burning aura resisting the pressure of the void as a screaming beacon of presence.
November 24, 2025 at 3:46 AM

the opposite leg. With eyes like pools of hatred made liquid, Galia's oversized barrels angle back behind.

𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗠 - the launch.
ㅤ 𝘏𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 - slipstreams.
ㅤㅤ 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 - spiralling flame & misguided Primordial beams.

ㅤ Into Faye's fist is a boot - one that 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦 with the power to blow down a


November 24, 2025 at 3:46 AM

resists the pull for just long enough to lead Faye's snakes in a half-circle.

ㅤ Verdant flames billow from one of Galia's legs, only to be sucked back in and compressed. Billow, compress, billow, compress - until just the right time.
❞ 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧. ❞

ㅤ Billowing flame gathers around


November 24, 2025 at 3:46 AM

burst. Smoke followed her leg while Galia's body went into a spin, and the tracking 'bullets' struggled to keep up with her slippery, winding frame and speed.
ㅤ Gravity calls, and the cambion bounces vertical, flipping away from the beams on her tail. Some collide into one another, but Galia


November 24, 2025 at 3:46 AM

ㅤ ❞ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧? ❞

ㅤ Moments prior, Faye fired a shotgun spray of beams that quickly converge, trying to pinch Galia in half. The hunter had allowed herself a moment to fall after the two-tap, but much to an opponent's chagrin, her body blurred with a sudden lurch & a verdant


November 24, 2025 at 3:46 AM

The moment this beam would pass -
ㅤ ʙᴀɴɢ
𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆
- straight to the spine.
November 17, 2025 at 7:51 PM

stings her eyes. Under this, the city would be wiped; as it slams down around the Primordial, it'd be easy to think Galia'd been obliterated.

... until Faye would check her shadow.
Like a sandbag, Galia's incredulous speed slung her forth below Faye, using her as a wall against her own beam.
November 17, 2025 at 7:51 PM

from a steel spinning top. Each pass aims to eviscerate a new Faye, her explosive kicks obliterating any of these false images meandering too close - like a bomb in ricochet.

ㅤ The air stopped.
ㅤ Immediately, Galia pauses and looks up, trailing the sound of warbling air. A wall of light




November 17, 2025 at 7:51 PM

opens fire on a lateral level, the first shot toward a single Faye blasts with fire & force sufficient to distort air and ignite gas. The cascading explosion sweeps to subsume more of her replicates; that large, initial shot sends Galia into a chaotic rotation, oozing bullets like the sparks


November 17, 2025 at 7:51 PM

to a certain altitude. One leg kicks up at level, stopping her rise abruptly - an easy way to dodge one of the sweeping laser array.
ㅤ The other leg kicks outward, slamming her forward as she balances delicately on the downward gun's jet suspension. Recall Galia has two guns; when the second


November 17, 2025 at 7:51 PM

ㅤ To the vision of multiple, Galia's only "answer" is a widening of the fangs and a glare from Hell. One gun quickly aims downward, and her posture inverts like a handstand during a brief fall. That downward gun's barrels erupt with a consistent stream of fire, rocketing her back into the air


November 17, 2025 at 7:51 PM

make sure the next shot counts.
November 14, 2025 at 2:11 PM

the cambion upward. Both her guns spark and pop with black lightning; demonic power billows as verdant fire from the barrels 'til the revolvers glow with heat. Wherever Faye may be, that pocket where her senses don't seem to reach is growing. Accumulating.

ㅤ If rapid-fire won't work, she'll


November 14, 2025 at 2:11 PM

defueled without the source of power splitting it open. Galia's shots aren't reaching; all these lasers subsume her bullets. Fine, then.

ㅤ Like a dark star challenging fate, a green gleam surrounds a blackening aura. Steam puffs from between Galia's teeth, and the next plume of heat rockets


November 14, 2025 at 2:11 PM

Having blasted a chunk of the needles before they'd ascended, there were certainly fewer, but still enough to be a problem.
ㅤ Her angry storm of bullets redirects skyward, like inverse hail. The target is the embedded crystals; destructive logic tells her the shattering may be closed or


November 14, 2025 at 2:11 PM

breaking. Eyes wide open, the screaming beams mark the first time in a long one Galia's felt so alive. Alternating legs while she twists through the air, she kicks out those green, explosive bursts to propel herself around and below the beams reducing this alter-city to rubble and ribbons.


November 14, 2025 at 2:11 PM

thankfully, these needles are physical. Physicality means it can be shot, earning several of them a proper shattering. But not all of them...

ㅤ A pause, and then more of that damn creaking. Like bending support beams - ugh, it's such a horrid sound. She flicks her vision up; the 𝘴𝘬𝘺 is


November 14, 2025 at 2:11 PM

the shards' assault. Landing in a tumble on the rooftops again, she doesn't let herself get too still; Galia leaps up and preserves her momentum.
ㅤ Aimed down, as she comes toward the next road, she lets loose a veil of counterfire. Had she just swung open, she'd have been impaled...


November 14, 2025 at 2:11 PM

ㅤ Before the flame had cleared, the sound of creaking manifestation warned Galia; 'incoming'. Sparks travel down her abdomen to her heel, tailing a wave of green pulse down. Her leg kicks down, and a blast billows from the sole, launching Galia into lateral movement during the first wave of


November 14, 2025 at 2:11 PM
// happy friday gamers
November 14, 2025 at 1:12 PM