Prison Realms RP

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The skies bark hatefully with thunder in the distance. Lightning lashes across the skies like a whip 'cross the back of a prisoner in the realm of Dis.

Winds whip up out of nowhere and a coven of storm clouds congregates overhead. It seems almost as though they are directed by...

"Astrals!" I cry out.

"What?" Somebody calls.

"Astrals! The storm spirits! They stand on the clouds, just out of sight, and when they congregate, they can control the weather. I know manipulated weather when I see it."

A call came from above, "Right you are, Sonosapien! And we've been hired just to be your welcome wagon!"

A monstrous lightning bolt came crashing down just above out group followed by a thunder that would have deafened me if my sense of hearing wasn't protected.

These guys mean business, and their business is hunting us...

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Well, this might make things a little bit more difficult" I say as I manipulate my cells to be less conductive.

[Philote]

"I can't say that long range is my specialty, but I can make us some defenses to hide behind"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"How I despise the lowlies..." One of them calls to the other four.

"Indeed. Incapable of standing on the clouds, they are obviously abased for a reason."

"Surely to keep the skies free of pollution."

The astrals laugh condescendingly, and then the largest of them speaks up.

"I want the one with that stupid grin on his face. Cocky ones are more fun."

Wuh-oh...he meant me.

He reaches behind him and pulls a chop-chop sword from his sheathe. As though that weren't bad enough, he whirls it around in the air, and as electricity builds, the crackling sounds like it's gonna hurt.

The second one pulls out a whip chain tipped with a shuriken.

The third one pulls out a boomerang scythe.

The fourth an adamant warhammer.

The last one an alchemical mercury armor. It shifts in response to any of our movements.

I'm thinking that this would be a good time to run, unless that other guy can fend them ALL off.

[Philote]

Running sounds like an excellent option if you see any place for cover. If we can't escape them then the only option is to face them.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Um, right. So, since that little ghost town is all the way down there, and we don't wanna have our backs turned to them...we'll have to face them. Crap."

The astrals rear up on their clouds, and swoop down with their electrical weapons, storm winds and thunder trailing them.

The skies seem to favor them, coalescing slowly into a localized storm.

[Philote]

I materialize some barricades with barb wire along the top. The metal should help to draw away some of the lighting. Right? If not we can hide behind them.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I toss away my metal sword and shield, since they will only hinder me in this fight, and form my arms into spiked tips.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"The lowlies will not run from us?"

"They wish to fight us?"

"They believe they stand some chance?"

"Then we shall show them!"

The largest of them spoke again, "I despise when the lowlies forget the futility of fighting superiors." He sheathes his weapon in electricity and comes straight for me.

On pure instinct, I scream in pure horror, and the astral goes flying back into the one of his comrades and onto the ground. He picks himself up and lunges at me again.

No second sonic scream. Gotta catch my breath. And make sure he doesn't catch me.

[Philote]

(these things are solid right?)

"I've got your back" I materialize a chain and swing it out, catching the spirit on the leg and pull it back away from the sound user.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The cells in my arms expand and my arms shoot off like whips to try and spear one of the creatures on their sharpened tips.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(Yep, solid)

"Travaskaed!" The large one calls to his friend.

The second largest one whips his shuriken whip chain like a helicopter propelling lightning with every other revolution.

I use the sound of the revolutions against him, amplifying them to disorienting capacity, and duck off to get back my strength.

[Philote]

I duck behind one of the barricades as lightning slams into the other side. "I'm at a disadvantage as long as they can move freely in the air. Anyone have a plan to clip their wings."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"No. No I do not." I call back to the others.

I use the yells of combat to form a wave of sound to launch at the astrals.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"But I might." I yell as my extended arms grab on to one of the creatures. I quickly pull it down to the ground, slamming down hard.

[Philote]

"Perfect, it is within range." I materialize some handcuffs around the fallen astral.

[neogenetica]

I form a portal over my left hand increasing it's attraction until it is almost pitch black and warps the air around my hand. "How do we fight them?".

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"How primitive. They believe in binding prisoners." The skinny astral struggles in the cuffs, before realizing they're metal and discharging powerful electricity.

[Zaleramancer]

"That's a bad idea sparky." I said, having pawed his fancy scythe thing.

"Even though I have no idea how to use this thing, I'm fairly certain I can hit you with the sharp part from three feet away."

[neogenetica]

I form another portal on my right hand but this one is a blinding white. I suppose I could shoot at them with some of the things I've put into my hammer space.