hysterickingdom | BOSS FIGHT

[So, how have the past few days treated you? Have you found a place to stay? Have you met some friends? Maybe rested enough to recover your wounds? Well, let’s hope so...

Near the beginning of the afternoon a giant shockwave will rumble through the walls and a large explosion will be heard all across the Castle, causing a huge hole to open up from the gardens. ~~And apparently failing to notice the huge door right next to it.~~

A few moments later, a few dozen ghosts come pouring in, attacking anyone and everything in sight. And that’s only those who have managed to enter the Castle: the troops have the entire area surrounded.

Finally a few moments later a much bigger and larger ghost shows up, gratuitously posing for everyone to see.]

Alright boys, now that Prince Laharl is long gone, this place is ours. Drive out these old sympathisers, we don’t need a bunch of Krichevskoy losers hanging around. Things are gonna change around here.

[The army of ghosts all stop and salute]

All hail the Ghost Overlord!

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[And while Laharl attacks, Terra gathers her energy to strike anew. As reinforcement ghosts arrive, she sends multiple volleys of Holy missiles to tear into the enemy, knocking them back into each other.]

I've fought worse! ...though not quite so many at once before.

Doesn't seem to be a problem for you.

[That's a decent compliment, coming from Laharl. Although please keep those Holy attacks away from him, it's such an unpleasantly clean-feeling element.

Laharl stows the sword away somewhere inside his scarf and charges into the midst of a knot of ghosts, slamming his fist down to envelop himself and the surrounding enemies in flames. He's the only one unharmed once the fire dies down.

And he doesn't seem too concerned as those on the fringes of the attack recover and move towards him.]

It shouldn't be, as long as we can wear them down.

[Terra watches what he does with interest, curious about other abilities aside from those she's encountered during the war. And though he doesn't seem concerned about those charging, Terra nonetheless decides to contribute. She spins and summons three bursts of water from underneath those approaching, launching them into the air, making them easy targets for further attacks against them.]

[Wear them down?] Ha! They won't last.

[That does make them easy targets, and Laharl smirks in appreciation. He leaps into the air, his scarf flaring out like wings as he pulls his sword out again, and darts towards them, his sword slicing into them as they fall.]

[That certainly eliminates immediate concerns, though Terra still spots others in her line of sight. Her hands glow with unshed magic, and her voice is firm when she speaks up again.]

No. They won't.

[In rapid succession, she shoots off two medium-sized fireballs that slowly accelerate and home in on their enemies. The range is decent, though at this point, collateral damage is inevitable. But as long as Laharl's focus is on defeating their invaders, she'll just accept it.]

[A fresh wave of ghosts follows after those Terra just attacked, and Laharl actually picks up one nearby that wasn't quite dead (undead? re-dead?) yet and hurls it into them. He follows after it to slash at them before they quite recover, the grin still on his face.

He's starting to get over the annoying ghost trying to usurp his throne and enjoy beating these guys up. He's rather pleased with his new vassal, too. He knew she wasn't human, but he didn't really know what that meant for her abilities until now.]

[The grin doesn't go unnoticed, though Terra doesn't seem to share his mood. To her, combat isn't anything to revel in, especially after the way Kefka made her destroy over and over again. But she's not going to shirk it now, not that there are people to protect. There's no hesitation in her strikes, whether with claw or magic, and even as she can sense her current state to be ending soon, she'll make every moment of it count.

Terra aims a Blizzara spell at the fresh wave, but mindful not to strike Laharl in the process as well. She then charges magical energy into her arms, holding back until she absolutely can't anyore.]

Incoming!

[With that, she spins and whips them out to fire several crescent-shaped bands to cut through the nearest unharmed ghosts.]

[Looking over at her shout, Laharl hops back to be out of the way of her attack. One of the ghosts also manages to avoid the attack with that warning, but that doesn't buy it much time as Laharl spots it and darts in to cut it down.

Some of the ghosts who weren't targeted seem to have taken the chance to get in some attacks of their own. Unfortunately for them, Laharl only flinches at the small thunderbolt that strikes him before charging into their midst to try to stop their spellcasting.]

[With that latest attack, Terra reverts to her green-haired form instantly. She notices the small thunderbolt which reaches Laharl, pausing to send a Cure spell his way before conjuring a globe of darkness above the nearest to try and slam them into the ground.]

[What, she's healing him for that?]

Don't waste your mana! I've had worse paper cuts.

[And with that he's just punching the nearest ghost in the face with his free hand, because that's always funny.]

I'm fine! I still--

[That one ghost is getting too close for comfort, so she summons a large block of ice to send it flying back.]

[When she doesn't complete her sentence, Laharl shifts his attention from the ghosts still pouring in to those who've gotten past him and are headed for Terra. With another blazing fist, he takes care of a cluster of minions, clearing out more of the space between them.]

[Terra nods her thanks, taking the opportunity to leap up so she can get a better view.]

I think we might be finally thinning them out!

[Maybe. Hopefully.]

[There do seem to be somewhat fewer coming this way. Laharl cuts down several more with his sword.]

Hmph! Can you believe he thought he could take the Overlord's Castle with this lot? What a joke!

[Unleashing another carefully-aimed round of Holy missiles seems to help, as well.]

I hope everyone else is doing as well.

[She glances around, then to him.]

Where should we go next?

None of my vassals are weak enough to be done in by such low-level enemies. Even that bug guy might be able to off one or two.

[He surveys their handywork, shouldering his sword.]

I'm gonna look for the leader. You can come or not, up to you.

[Terra nods without hesitation. She wants an end to this battle, and if that means confronting the leader, so be it. This battle has been drawn out long enough.]

I'll go. The sooner he's stopped, the better.

All right then, come on.

[Laharl doesn't waste any time but hops over the badly beaten ghosts on his way back through the courtyard and towards the throne room.]

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