Attlas Minuet's Story

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It was odd what the world became for Orsus when in the state of madness he was so infamous for. Some may wonder if he ends up truly "seeing red" as the phrase goes, others wonder if he really is aware of what he is doing when his rage consumed him. Honestly, Orsus could never really describe what it was like to be in this state, to try and explain to the people just what happened to his senses in this world of his. They did not shut off, like some may think they do, rather what they perceive only changed. The world was still there, he could see the trees swaying in the wind, the ground covered by the dead leaves and sticks, the occasional rock that stuck out from the mud and dirt. But their seemed to be no color what so ever, as everything seemed to be monochrome and there was no real detail to any of these things. His eye only perceived as much as was needed for him fight.

His hearing was but the same, there were sounds, but nothing ever actually stood out. He could hear the individual running towards his side, he could hear them shouting and he could even understand each word that they spoke, but everything simply went in one ear and out the other. He only gave enough attention to sounds to discern where they may be coming from and what they were, but nothing else beyond that. Even his own roars of rage and hatred were not noticed by him, despite the fact he let out a shout almost every time he attacked something.

Even touch and pain existed for him. He could feel the singe of fire on his arm and the pain receptors light up to warn him, but he never headed those warnings. Even the heavy blow to his side, despite the eruption of pain that came from the attack meant nothing to him. All it did was alert him to something new in which to attack.

He didn't even notice how his sword did nothing to the bow user in front of him. Hell to his eyes the bow user had lost all detail and most of its form. Now it was just...a black and white humanoid shape wielding a black rod that vaguely resembled a bow. He turned his head to look at the source of the attack that just hit, seeing another androgynous humanoid shape, wielding a long black rod with a heavy head on it, tipped with a spike.

Orsus reached out, grabbing the hammer wielding one by the throat and yanking them forwards. As they came to the titan, Orsus lowered his head and thrust it forward so that his armored forward smashed straight into the face of the hammer user in a powerful headbutt. Once he finished with that, he then threw the individual to the side and spun to face the bow wielder. As he did so, Orsus could see that past the bow wielder was another figure standing not far behind. This humanoid was wielding a sword, and it said something, but again Orsus paid no attention at all to it. In this state he could not recognize even his own sister, Miri.

He decided to tackle two birds with one stone, and drawing his sword back, he then swung it straight at the bow wielder. However, rather than using the edge of the blade, he turned it sideways so that the flat of the blade was leading. Despite the heavy weight of the blade and the drag of the air on the flat side, Orsus swung it like the piece of metal weighed as much as a feather. Like a batter at base, Orsus swung the sword into the bow wielder hard and used the blow to try and lift them off the ground and straight towards the sword user like a human missile.

He did not bother to see what kind of result he had achieved, instead he immediately charged right towards the sword user while easily recovering from the swing of his blade; he let the blade drag across the ground as he moved fast, finally swinging it upwards at an angle to try and cut the sword user in half. He cared not if him smacking the bow wielder towards the sword user would actually achieve any results, he was still going to tear these people apart.

Raidon


Raidon was about to start his plan, when everything started down the drain. The two humans abandoned the battle and ran for their camp. He ran after them and saw the most horrible thing to go wrong, Orsus. He could only watch as the two humans fought Orsus and then another discovery made this all worse, they must be the gods. He silently swore, thinking about how they should have actually killed them. He was turning to Miri when she rushed in as well. He silently whispered "Dang you Miri." Knowing she was to far to hear. He saw Frosts attack heading for Miri and completely ignored it, she would survive it. His anger started to overflow in him. Why is there always something going wrong or getting in my way! He thought to himself. This whole time he continued to charge power and everyone would slowly notice a change. The sky continued to darken until the clouds were black and stormy. A few flickers of lightning went of as the sky rumbled. Ignoring that Frost was here and would probably profit from this he charged it to the point it started to rain, giving Frost something to give himself more as well. His own body then charged as well. A blue glow formed around him and grew brighter, his skin crackling with electricity. His eyes were by know red as he stared down upon the battlers, the hill top radiating with the electrical energy coming from his body. He yelled out "This battle stops now!" Drawing his blue sword, he aimed it at Orsus first. Though lightning doesn't usually strike the same place twice, he sent three bolts of lightning from the sky at Orsus. He then used the now wet ground to his advantage, sending electricity along to ground to minorly shock the combatants and probably anyone near the battlefield. "Miri, Orsus, come on. We are getting out of here now, whether you like it or not!"

She stood unmoving, largely unaffected, as whatever bloodthirsty titan or suicidal human went off to bash each others' heads in-- the picture of indifference, for the most part. Faust had never particularly been one to interfere excessively when she didn't have to, and wasn't about to start now; 'Especially not when I don't owe them anything to begin with.' It was this kind of apathy that made her scoff, almost laugh, at Storm's (this identity she realized later) thinly veiled threat to reveal her true nature; she didn't fucking care and probably said as much, right before things began to escalate in an exponential manner. Since then Faust had simply just... watched, staying if only to see who came up on top; after all, Death had never specified which side to associate with. She only needed to stay involved.

Not that it seemed like Frost's recapture was any less inevitable than it had been from the start. Even with the appearance of the Excessively Angry Titan (or, that is, she assumed-- if the other two's half-anxious reactions meant anything), surely Storm and Questionable Other were well enough to take care of him. And the humans, well, they would probably be crushed or cleaved in the crossfire with no one the wiser--

'Wait, no, what the fuck, her arm?'

Faust thought that she had almost seen something-- felt something-- so close to fire (that which sang in her blood, the flames) where Esme had almost been maimed. It was strange, almost nostalgic like a fair bit of deja vu, but logically enough the human seemed to be some sort of dormant monster; 'maybe an elemental of some sort, if only that felt right...' It made her mildly sympathetic, appealing to Faust's thing with fire, so much so that she was pushed to not be an asshole in something like the next few seconds.

It had been Storm, originally, that had made her realize that it would be best to run the fuck away-- those clouds were as ominous as they got, and the humans (or, correction, whatever they were) were, predictably, not doing so well. Faust's sudden pang of sympathy had caught just as Excessively Angry had begun with Attlas, and she managed to shift into her hellhound form just as he turned to Esme. By the time he had launched her into the air, Faust was a scorching blur cutting through the field-- enough so that she could leap, perhaps a split second after Esme had been thrown, and slam into the girl to force them both onto the sidelines. However, while the 'human missile' theoretically would have been relatively unscathed, sans bruises and perhaps a few small burns, Faust's flank mid-flight had been unprotected-- should Aggressively Angry have reacted fast enough to score damage there.

Wounded or not, Frost's ice magic hit right about then-- although not aimed at her, Faust's fire easily negated what little could touch (and, by extension, on Esme). It was then that she made to fully get the fuck out of there, transforming back into a 'human' for easier transportation and lifting both remaining humans (struggling or not) on her shoulders sack-style. Which, mind you, she did with relative ease; then made a running start, flying leap down the hill, and continued until they were with Frost. (For convenience's sake, it is possible to shift back and be fully clothed.)

While she could've been stopped, hopefully Storm's subsequent lightning attack on Aggressively Angry and Frost's magic on Questionable Other was distracting enough. By then, they should've been sufficiently far away to be mostly unaffected by Storm's area shock, anyway.

As soon as she could, Faust put the two down rather unceremoniously: not dropping, but not lightly either. The rain rose as mist and steam about her --god, she hated the downpour--, eyes almost glowing, and she sighed heavily; 'and this, like all things, will end up biting me in the ass.' She ignored the cluster of humans gathered and instead watched the hilltop moodily, addressing Frost with a hint of unease (and with a hand at a bloody side, if wounded). "This would be about the time to run the fuck away-- you, and probably the rest of them," Faust glanced at those that Questionable Other had called 'Gods', "if the Titans were right. They're retreating, but they'll be back for your heads; and next time you won't be this lucky."

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Orsus was closing in fast on the sword user, his own blade digging into the dirt as he lowered it to set up the strike. Then he heard the sound of rapid footsteps coming towards his direction. Skidding to a stop, turned slightly so he could move his blade in position to slash the approaching target. Whatever it was, it was fast and Orsus was barely able to turn his head enough to get a look at the target as it jumped through the air. He didn't finish the swing though as it came into focus, as strangely something held him back. When he saw the figure knock the bow user out of the air and to the side, Orsus followed its movement with his head.

He watched it land, and he was staring at one of the only things that still seemed to retain its details, as he could make out all the red lines across its skin as it settled near the bow user it had knocked aside. Orsus stared for a moment, watching as the hound transformed into the form of a female human. She too still retained details, though with how white her hair was Orsus could probably have mistaken it for just a part of the monochrome world he was still seeing. He watched as she easily lifted both the hammer and bow user onto her shoulder before bolting away from the mess. Orsus snorted, Hellhound was all he thought as he watched them go.

He was pulled back to the battle at hand though when he felt his body convulse for but a moment, accompanied by a deafening boom of super-heated air from the lightning bolt that struck Orsus. He stumbled some from the powerful hit, managing to stay on his feet as he turned to look towards the sword user he had originally been charging towards, however he felt another massive surge of pain as another bolt struck him; Orsus falling to a knee as his body began to give way. A third and final one hit him once more and this time Orsus collapsed to both of his knees, catching himself from falling face first into the dirt with his left hand. He still had a tight grip on his sword in his right hand, despite the massive amount of pain that was surging through his entire body. He could feel the burns that was all over him, and it felt like pins and needles were going through his body as his nervous system had been thrown out of whack by the large amount of electricity that had flowed through him.

Breathing heavily, he sat there for a moment before growling low and deep, slowly beginning to push himself to his feet. He could not hear the sound of rain evaporating the moment it touched the plates of his armor, which had been super-heated by the lightning bolts, nor could he possibly feel the chill of Frost's attack going past him. His entire body was screaming for him to stop, to finally just collapse and cease its activities; he didn't listen though, despite how much pain he was in. He ignored all of it, stumbling to his feet, his posture now slacked as he was only standing by sheer willpower now. He turned to look towards the sword user, and now he could see another figure that had joined the fight.

This one stood at the top of the hill, and something was flowing around it in jagged and seemingly random patterns though Orsus could not tell what it was. The figure was pointing a sword directly at the titan, and on it was another sword that remained sheathed. Taking several rapid breaths, Orsus' anger surged up once more. He summoned up what strength he had left, and with a slight twist of his body and arm, and a feral roar to accompany it, Orsus threw his sword at the dual-sword figure that stood atop the hill. The blade spun rapidly, smashing and cutting through any tree that was unfortunate to be between it and its target. Orsus then turned to charge and finish his attack on the one-sword user he had originally gone after, stumbling as he was struggling to simply stand now, let alone sprint. He then lowered his shoulder, hoping to simply use his own body weight as a weapon by ramming into it, then follow up that attack by pummeling the figure senseless with his hands and whatever else he decided to use for a weapon.

Frost was so surprised when Rudy picked her up that she nearly jumped out of the human's arms. "Frost, was it? These people are after you, aren't they?" Slowly, Frost nodded her head, wondering how the girl knew her name if she had never told it to her. "I won't let them hurt you! Esme entrusted you to me, so I'll keep you safe!" Frost wanted to laugh, not because it was funny, but because this girl had just met her and yet she felt some sense of responsibility for the Goddess. Was it because of her appearance? Or something else? By now the poison from Sora's attack earlier was beginning to wear off and slowly, Frost's strength returned to her. She could feel the broken ribs mending and the soreness receding, but it was still too slow for her liking.

Faust had caught up to them and dumped Attlas and Esme on the wet, hard, ground and it was only then that Frost realized another character had popped up seemingly out of nowhere and was telling them to follow her, but Faust interrupted saying "This would be about the time to run the fuck away-- you, and probably the rest of them," Frost couldn't agree more, but the way Faust said it suddenly struck her. "If the Titans were right. They're retreating, but they'll be back for your heads; and next time you won't be this lucky."

"You're not coming?" She asked, trying to wiggle out of Rudy's arms with no such luck. The girl had assumed responsibility over her and Frost had a feeling that she wouldn't let her go. This was not Faust's fight, she remembered and with a sigh gave up trying to break free of the human's grip. "Thank you for your assistance, I would try to repay you, but I don't think hellhounds take ice as payment."

"Guys we should really go, I know a place that would be safe for you all to hide in." The new human said and gestured wildly towards the storm clouds that were gathering over them.