Sovereign Host: Legion -- Chp 3*

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Ever bleak, the sky above Teufelheim. Where light dared tread, gloom clung to it like a mourner's cloak. The sun a pallid white disc behind the clouds.

High atop gothic roofs of structures packed too tightly against each other, Vyke raced with demonic speed in his legs, carrying Asriel on his back. When there was no more roof to run on, the rogue yordle leaped into the air, landing on the next series of rooftops to continue the charge.

"Oi, brighteyes," he said. "We still going the right way?"

The arctic yordle clutched him tightly, gaze far-off and unfocused. Between the whiff of booze and seasoned cloth, the rogue's own odor crept through, holding his mind prisoner. There was an almost tangible connection between them. Stronger than ever. It was not until Vyke's 'Oi', that Asriel got jolted awake, perceiving the wind lashing against his face again, eyes going wide at the sudden realization of their pace. With eyes ablaze in golden, colden light, he peered from beneath the wide-brimmed hat, scanning the area for any traces that could lead them towards Edel and her kidnapper.

[Hmm... Roll Wits + Investigation, with a +1 from vantage point, and a +1 from "previous" success.]

[4,1,10,8,5,1,9,9,4  +4]

Asriel could follow the pattern of the kidnapper, the way they had spaced out their "bursts" of lightning magic. Even as the buildings grew more dilapidated and obfuscating, there was a method to the magician's movements. Each point was visible to the next, with only a small walking distance between them when going through buildings or to a better vantage point.

Much less due to his own ability, but the ancient sorcerer lurking within his own skin, his intensified vision held true, piercing the corporeal veil. Most mages were able to sense the residuals of spell-casting, but 'seeing' them was something else entirely.

"We are. I can clearly see where they used lightning magic."

As he spoke, Vyke immediately noticed the change to his voice. It was intense and much colder than normal. Using the connection Asriel had with Veigar might allow him the sorcerer's eyes, though, the connection worked both ways, however stifled by the other demons.

"There also seems to be a pattern. I'll guide us."

Up, down, left and right. The rogue followed the mage's every word, making way through the district until suddenly - out of nowhere - something caught both yordles' eyes as light danced on something small. Cursing under his breath, Vyke dashed out of the way. No sooner had he than the building he'd pushed off from collapsed in an avalanche of wood, brick and broken glass! The cacophony rang in Asriel's ears, whilst a cloud of dust and debris raced after him and his lover as they landed feet first on the cobblestone street.

"Looks like the Schweineficker's come out to play," sneered Vyke, lowering Asriel off his back. He then began coughing as the tip of the dust cloud reached them. "Bet he set that building up to collapse."

Asriel gazed far off into space, a foreign gleam to his wide eyes, quickly raising his hands to completely bury his face in. Yet still, Vyke caught a glimpse of the albino's face as it contorted to a truly manic expression which only the wording utter gratification could remotely express. Within his desperate attempt to compose himself, the dust cloud reached Asriel as well, evoking foreign thoughts, desires and pleasures. At first, the mage shuddered, fingers twitching, before small giggling that quickly burst into unbridled, mad laughter. The albino revealed his manic expression as his right hand reached for Veigar's staff, grip tightening. The golden gem burst into light brighter than ever as the very shadows of Teufelheim shifted, gravitating towards and clinging to the ancient weapon.

"What delightful destruction!"

The mage's voice was completely devoid of any warmth, every and each word seemingly freezing their surrounding. While Asriel's cornea had been black during the chase, it now had no reflection to it anymore. His eyes were two black holes, the albino's originally red pupils reduced to nothing but a fine crimson slit to the very center of each golden blazing pupil. The red hood magically detached from the equally red cape, changing color to a midnight-blue as it formed into a wide-brimmed, pointed wizard hat, the crown adorned with chains. What once looked like Asriel's clothes transformed back into their original appearance, turning into Veigar's robe, completing the attire with gauntlet, armored boots, armor parts and belt. This was probably as close as Asriel could get to being Veigar before the ancient sorcerer would take over.

[Take a beatz]

Vyke motioned to speak, only for his ear to twitch and draw his attention elsewhere. "Look!" he said, pointing further afield. There, high, high above the streets, standing atop the weathervane of a pointed tower, flickering lights exposed a silhouette.

Barely a moment seen and the engima disappeared in a flash of light. Both yordles than watched as something past them by. Time slowed to a crawl, their fur rising as the air came alive with static charge, Veigar than came face to face with a figure dressed head to toe in purple robes, his eyes staring back at another yordle's. Yet these were a violet-blue, the lightning that surged around the figure reflected in these spheres in a such a way as to appear filled with the fury of twin-raging storms!

*Rollz*

Before either Vyke or Veigar could respond, the newcomer balanced themselves on one foot, pointing the other at the rogue whilst thrusting a hand towards the mage. KRAKOOM! Electricity fired from both outstretched limbs, striking the two square in the chest and sending Vyke flying several yards away! Fortunately for Veigar, the staff was able to pull at the burst of energy, channeling the paralyzing force from his host before it could do more harm. Seeing this, the assailant remained unfazed. Instead, they motioned their whole body into combative stance, eyes narrowing.

[Take 2 Bashing]

Asriel slammed the metallic gauntlet against his face, trying to pierce his own skin with pointy claws in hopes of distracting himself, yet Veigar's attire refused to injure him. Shaking his head, he screamed, "No no no No no no no!"

A shift, the sudden presence of incredibly potent electricity as the albino looked up from the gauntlet, time seemingly pausing for a moment. In any other situation, Asriel would have immediately recognized the attacking yordle. However, before that could happen, they got blasted with electricity while the albino watched his lover being flung away. Barely registering his own physical pain, the mage's widened eye twitched, his teeth grinding with such force that a crack could be heard. Asriel had snapped, the crimson slit being consumed by the frigid, golden light.

"Prepare to suffer, you worthless piece of shit!"

Veigar had already motioned his half-open right arm into the ninja's direction, slowly closing as if to strangle the assailant from afar.

[Veigar tries to use telekinesis to lift the enemy into the air and slowly crush him, though not to the point of death. He 'really' means the suffering part.
Telekinesis (3) -- Intelligence + Occult + Source
10,8,5,8,4,9,9,6,10,2,9,10,9,3,7,1  ->  9,10,5  ->  9 ]

Almost as soon as he began casting, the mage found he had no target to crush. Instead, the lightning yordle had flickered, then disappeared from sight, only to reappear directly in front of Veigar. Never once blinking as they stared him down, the ninja began a volley of strikes towards the mage's exposed face. Fist fist, spin-kick, fist, the attacks were as quick as the lightning coursing over the purple masked yordle's body. The possessed Asriel was only saved by the intervention of the staff, and even the very fabric of his robes - though each attack was far too close to succeeding. The simple act of taking in the enemy's movements was hampered by the ever-present after-images the assailant left burning into Asriel's retinas!

Asriel always hated fighting. And while most of his occupants not only liked it, but also were quite adept at it, the more shocking it was to realize that their enemy seemed far above what any of them could handle. It was overwhelming. Being pummelled at lightning speed, his body is barely given any time to react to the blow as the next was already denting him. Veigar's attire was currently providing him with a comparably strong passive barrier, invisibly cloaking his body, yet the power behind these fists and kicks was enough to pierce, weakly injuring Asriel despite their surreal speed. The golden pupils darted frantically, being totally outclassed. The assailant left no room for him to cast any major spells, using him as a living sandbag. And even if he had the time to cast a spell, it would be impossible to target this speedy fucker. With every hit, the glowing eyes and gem grew brighter, before they started to grow weaker and weaker, signs of pain showing through his hateful expression more frequently. Why did they even get attacked? After haven taken enough hits, the albino spat a bit of blood. He had to endure. There was only one trump he had. The mage took hit after hit, any spell he was attempting fizzling, only weakening his barrier. [Asriel will probably take a good amount damage from all dem hits.] He was pretty helpless. And he was hoping that his enemy saw that as well. He had only one shot.
The assailant was a yordle. And the assailant knew, that he was also a yordle. And yordle don't have tails. Hidden beneath Veigar's robes, Asriel had made his infernal tail grow longer. Not only was it supernaturally strong, but also a lot faster than anything else he had. Yet, slower than their enemy, so timing would be key. He spat a lot more blood now, feeling how his body starts to grow numb. Vision wouldn't help him. So he used his body. Having endured and felt the ninja's attacks and rhythm, they use that information to estimate the most advantageous moment. Then, the demonic tail suddenly shot our from Veigar's robes in a tight swipe to hopefully tie the ninja to himself.

[Take a beat, and 4 Bashing. Roll contested Manipulation + Subterfuge, with a +1 from ploy.]

[2,10,8 -> 8]

[Excellent! Now add +1 die per success to the following roll: Dexterity + Brawl, with a bonus +1 from proximity]