User: Altaea the Iron Maiden
Location: Altar Room
Altaea charged up the stairway behind Yasho, covering his rear as Spellcasters sent flashing debuffs flying in his direction like bullets. The shield that covered her body absorbed the curses, nullifying their status effects rendering them completely useless. "Giga Rayve!" She shouted raising the Ragna Wand high over her head. Bolts of lightening flashed downward in the surrounding area striking all monsters in range, causing minimal damage, but disorienting them from the bright flash for a few seconds. It also gave a 50% attack power increase to all players who were struck by it. She smiled, but as she did that a red warrior seemingly fell from the sky bringing his massive red sword down like a hammer. She had no time to react. Parfait rushed in, tackling Altaea sending two of them flying back down the stairs a bit until she tumbled back onto her feet.
"This doesn't look...good." Parfait stated, eyeing the crowd with more focus than she'd give any usual situation.
Altaea eyes scanned the surrounding radius. She was stuck at the center of a group of incoming warrior dummies. She gripped her wand in her hand with the end of it which resembled a blade poking outward.
"Wand bashing?" Parfait asked with a mocking smirk.
"Wand bashing." Altaea confirmed. "We're going to charge through. Focus on the enemies in front of us. Don't let them slow our pace." She ordered. Parfait moved closer twirling her scythe in circles between her fingers on one hand. Altaea was used to tanking mobs when she did grinding alone, but this was on another scale than she was used to. Well, recently at least. Her spell would absorb all their blows, but the time she had left before her shield spell wore off was ticking away quickly. If they crowded too much and slowed her down before she could reach the top of the stairs then she'd be torn to shreds within seconds. "Go!" Together they charged forward, comrades in war. Altaea swiped her arms left to right knocking the warrior dummies away from her, creating enough space for her to wiggle through. Parfait worked her scythe in arcs, slashing upwards in a rotating assault.
"Almost," Altaea breathed through clenched teeth. They broke through nearly tumbling to the ground from their own momentum. "Don't stop!" she urged as a wall of spell casters came into view. Still running Altaea tucked the wand in it's pocket around her waist and grabbed Parfait's free hand with both of hers. She took a moment to swing her around and let fly just as the Spell Casters projected waves of light in their direction. Parfait sword above the beams and crashed into them like a canon ball. Before the mob could pull themselves together, Altaea pulled parfait to her feet and dragged her along huffing and puffing.
"That was a sloppy toss..." Parfait critiqued as they reached the top of the stairs. "You should invest your next skill point in strength or something."
"Yeah, whatever."