[Post Theme - Cold Intent]
Pain.
There was risk in approaching the target, of course. A calculated risk, but a risk nonetheless. The passive lightning shield that crackled around the storm god lashed out at him even as the seals took. One, two.
Makoto flung himself backward the second he felt the seals take. There was no resistance to them. No defense save the lightning surges. No conscious impulse attempting to override the seals.
Good. The semi-disjointed thought processes he was running on ticked off the minor objective as successful. Continue--
Another burst of lightning, cutting through the useless defense. The winds around him ceased to blur as the lightning disrupted his grasp on the difficult elemental chakra, even warped as it was.
Problem. Adjust.
He lashed out, still calculated, not blindly, with intent to knock the enemy off balance. Timing his movements to Katsuo's in perfect sync, moving with just a fraction more speed--
Heavy hitter assisted. Success.
...Throughout it all, he was not visibly reacting to the pain, not to mention that he had apparently shrugged off the electrical disruption to his vision that was still, in fact, technically affecting him.
Swaying slightly on his feet, expression blank, he turned to analyze the field. Something was assisting him with his normal processing, speeding it up and stripping emotion from the context entirely. Not a single quip made its way across his mind as he mapped out his next movements methodically.
Attack, a small voice whispered inside him. Attack.
Details about the surrounding environment being stored, catalogued for analysis later--
Attack.
Go.
Their armored ally was down. Unconscious? Most likely. Leave that to the medic.
Attack. Nownownow.
Small or big? He'd been holding back, conserving his reserves, but now, after a hit like that, was surely the time to press the advantage.
Yes. Go big. Attack. Hit hard.
Yes. No use in holding back anymore. Full blast.
Move on instinct, you know you want to.
Let go.
Disturbing things were happening with his teammates. Should he not focus on that?
No.
Let go...
[legend="[b]OOC Notes/Actions[/b]"]-Target Storm God with Stardust Nova with AE move Overcharge. (3 AP)
-Target Storm God with Grand Waterfall with AE move Focus. (1.5 AP)
-Use Critical Exposure on Storm God using Special Action to have it modded directly before Katsuo's Gates of Babylon/Raijin's Vengeance combo. Use Nin accuracy. (1 AP)
Conditionals:
-Don't dodge the healer trying to heal me.
-If the Storm God targets me with anything that takes more than two seconds to cast, use Flock of Shadows to evade. (2.5 AP)
-When Katsuo's Dark Tempest comes down, use Flame Shield to block. (3 AP)[/legend]<i></i>
Pain.
There was risk in approaching the target, of course. A calculated risk, but a risk nonetheless. The passive lightning shield that crackled around the storm god lashed out at him even as the seals took. One, two.
Makoto flung himself backward the second he felt the seals take. There was no resistance to them. No defense save the lightning surges. No conscious impulse attempting to override the seals.
Good. The semi-disjointed thought processes he was running on ticked off the minor objective as successful. Continue--
Another burst of lightning, cutting through the useless defense. The winds around him ceased to blur as the lightning disrupted his grasp on the difficult elemental chakra, even warped as it was.
Problem. Adjust.
He lashed out, still calculated, not blindly, with intent to knock the enemy off balance. Timing his movements to Katsuo's in perfect sync, moving with just a fraction more speed--
Heavy hitter assisted. Success.
...Throughout it all, he was not visibly reacting to the pain, not to mention that he had apparently shrugged off the electrical disruption to his vision that was still, in fact, technically affecting him.
Swaying slightly on his feet, expression blank, he turned to analyze the field. Something was assisting him with his normal processing, speeding it up and stripping emotion from the context entirely. Not a single quip made its way across his mind as he mapped out his next movements methodically.
Attack, a small voice whispered inside him. Attack.
Details about the surrounding environment being stored, catalogued for analysis later--
Attack.
Go.
Their armored ally was down. Unconscious? Most likely. Leave that to the medic.
Attack. Nownownow.
Small or big? He'd been holding back, conserving his reserves, but now, after a hit like that, was surely the time to press the advantage.
Yes. Go big. Attack. Hit hard.
Yes. No use in holding back anymore. Full blast.
Move on instinct, you know you want to.
Let go.
Disturbing things were happening with his teammates. Should he not focus on that?
No.
Let go...
[legend="[b]OOC Notes/Actions[/b]"]-Target Storm God with Stardust Nova with AE move Overcharge. (3 AP)
-Target Storm God with Grand Waterfall with AE move Focus. (1.5 AP)
-Use Critical Exposure on Storm God using Special Action to have it modded directly before Katsuo's Gates of Babylon/Raijin's Vengeance combo. Use Nin accuracy. (1 AP)
Conditionals:
-Don't dodge the healer trying to heal me.
-If the Storm God targets me with anything that takes more than two seconds to cast, use Flock of Shadows to evade. (2.5 AP)
-When Katsuo's Dark Tempest comes down, use Flame Shield to block. (3 AP)[/legend]<i></i>





Nanami tried to resuscitate Sousuke, but the world was foggy... confusing... Disoriented she did not see Sousuke's face among the fallen but rather at the epicenter of the violence. As she touched the 'Storm God' she would feel pain run through her body as thousands of volts of electricity coursed through her body. Undeterred, her senses also returned to her as she could see clearly who her allies and who her enemies were. She dashed to the aide of her remaining team mates.
The heavens besides those immediately above them that was still full of wrath and danger began to clear. The maelstrom was receding, as if it has never existed. From the dying lips of their opponent there was barely a whisper that uttered "Thank you..." The 'Storm God' was dead, the kind of dead that even a Medic as experienced as Nanami would never be able to bring back. He was dead and had been dead for some time, decades in fact. But Nanami might recognize something, it was crude in comparison to the true art of a Dark Sage but still similar enough that experience might grant her the clarity to know. He was merely a path of a Dark Sage of some sort... made wrong made in a way even unnatural and cruel to one who feels that life should be a play-thing.