Celeste

The entire beach shakes as the dragoon's weapon descends, casting a light like a shooting star and a crater to match. When the dust clears, there isn't much of her opponent left. It was helpless and legitimately on its last legs. Celeste would grin and start to run, when abruptly the gift from Gabrandr would oblige her intention. Her body twists into a translucent bluish glow, as if glass. Moreover the shape seems to stop moving but fires these strands of cobalt that draw her path within a blink of an eye. In a mere second she was airborne, and that cleaver of hers drops like a hammer. The mae

Bright red hair stood starkly across green, and with it the flaming tenacity mixed with a fiery persona to boot. The hefty looking blade like an oversized cleaver, easily four feet in length and about a quarter ton in weight. A black thing that would provide much to the imagination, weighty and unruly. But it matched its wielder to a tee, for the woman loved to use overwhelming force against all that would oppose her. A black attire that would seem almost alien to most of Aincrad, inherited by a crown that had since moved on. With it a blessing that would long pass the exchange and trade, A fl

*New Turn, New Order Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational (5) [Gaius] +10 EN, 245164 | Recovery, CD: 5 (No Proc), Charge Refreshed “What in the fucking hell is that,” saying as she jumps backwards as one of the statues jumps off the pedestal and almost lands on her. “OH FUCK NO,” striking down at the sticks on the ground. One of them was still dodging her, feisty little shits. The rock head was heading right for her, she cleaves against its hard frame causing sparks to run rampant. The other one hops off it home at her, she had to pry her blade out of the

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational (5) [Gaius] +10 EN, 245155 | Recovery, CD: 12 (+8 EN), Charge CD [2/3] Pure silence, it was very quiet here. Where the fuck did Nisa bring them. In the corner of her right eye she could see movement of light heading straight for them. Twisting her head just staring at it before seeing a few more to the left of them. “What the hell,” candlesticks, that is what they were. The enemy was the light source, if they killed them all would they be trapped in darkness. Not having time to contemplate the results of their actions as

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational (5) [Gaius] +10 EN, 245131 | Recovery, CD: 8 (+8 EN) Apparently she was not done, thinking back to what happened just an hour ago, she couldn’t let it go. She starts slicing and dicing this poor thing into nothing. It was literally being chopped into pieces. The shell being hit repeatedly, it starts as a hairline fracture then continues to get larger until it shatters like sharp bits of an exploding building. Eventually there are chunks of crab laying everywhere on the sands around the team. Breathing very hard now, turn

Dialed up to 11 already, she couldn’t take it out on the group. It wouldn’t be fair, there was only one other thing she could do that wouldn’t damage her relationship with Firm Anima. Red flames start to light under her feet as she vanishes. Reappearing right next to the creature, pulling her blade back like a baseball bat. Swinging wide and striking hard, upon impact those flames ignite with a huge blast. Smoke engulfed the skies, when it began to clear the crab was on fire. For some reason she just felt the need to keep hitting the damn thing in the same spot over and over. ‘AAAHHHH,” the an

CRASH, “GOD DAMN IT ROOKIE,” she kicks some stuff around on the ground. “How the hell did you drop it, what are you waiting for, pick it up you damn fool. I swear I hired a bunch of idiots.” The man was shaking as he started to pick the apples up, placing them in a new container. Lium walks by Celeste shaking his head, “What, if he didn’t have such butterfingers it wouldn’t have happened.” Glancing behind her, Lium had a hand on the man's shoulder talking to him, she couldn’t make out the words. She grunts as she yeets herself off the side of the ship. Spinning down to rope, THUMP, as she land

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Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244514 | Recovery, CD: 1 (No Proc), Charge CD [2/3] Opening one eye and then the other hearing the commotion going on around her. She gives an out puff of breath, they did not die in the fire lava pit place. Seeing all the damage that was dealt to the big ugly, Celeste dives right in cleaving the other foot. It starts to crack, after a moment it shatters as well. This poor thing was going to have such a hard time trying to get up when he unfroze. There would most likely not be a moment that he could even try from the looks of this battle already. Jumping back, she

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244502 | Recovery, CD: 11 (+8 EN) “What do you mean erupt?” seeing the tiny hole in the long distance above them. Eyes flare into a rage from 1 to instantly 50. “WHY THE HELL DID YOU BRING US DOWN HERE THEN. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US.” Glancing around for the enemies, they were still all trying to get up from the extreme put down from Raidou. She raises her sword, jumps to one of the platforms that had the crazy looking hell spawns and swings that cleaver across the air toward all that would still stand. Multiple energy slices ascend at high speeds. A few of them

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244402 | Recovery, CD: 2 (No Proc) Eyes widen seeing the woman just jump right into the hole of death. “Is this even safe, it’s literally sinking in on itself.” Looking at Raidou and the others that could be seen. A few shrugs from the team, she looks at the sands that were moving inward. Taking a deep breath, Celeste jumps in. It felt like she should be dropping somewhere but instead she was standing upright, seeming like almost a teleport. The girl felt right at home here for some reason, her skin was really warm but it was comforting. Everything else, that was

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244377 | Recovery, CD: 12 (+8 EN) Seeing them just standing there, watching their mouths open and close slowly. “Why are you not moving, MOVE,” the last word was yelled but they didn't step an inch. She was getting very annoyed that they were just standing there staring at her with their beady little eyes. Pure anger flows out of her as she jumps toward them and just starts jumping repeatedly. Even after the first time her feet touched the ground she could feel them pop under her feet. The rage kept her stomping up and down. After a few seconds she stopped as Gaiu

There was one major spot that everyone was hitting. The mark on the flesh looked bruised that was colored black and blue, as she got closer there was a small amount of mist coming from inside the wound. Her walking became running, turning into a slide as she carves deep within the gashes that already resided there. The crab rears back in agony scampering a few steps away from them all. It was clear the creature was on their last limbs. Raidou was the only one that had not attacked yet, she would look forward to seeing the last hits of this thing. Stepping back watching the crap almost walking

A full black leather bodysuit that zips up just below the chest. Right leg covered as the left was left exposed. A collar that did not quite reach the shoulders as black belt wraps around her waist before meeting in the middle with a golden metal buckle. A white jacket that loosely hangs on the arms with red folded over the ends of the sleeves. Red flames edged on the skin that was visible as a red choker and a gem that lay between her collar bones. A cleaver held in her right hand, as long red hair that dances calmly in the breeze. Small strands of braids drip over the shoulder blades as thos

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244313 | Recovery, CD: 12 (+8 EN) Raidou made a literal opening and Celeste was going to take it. Hopping over a view of fallen trees to get into the line of clear leading right up to the creature. That cleaver was charging as she started charging toward it. Weapon was slightly out but still close to the chest as she smashes against the target, pivot to the left as the thing wails in agony. Pulling her blade out as fragments of red spray out the deep gash. Celeste was showered by this content, somehow it felt nice. This day was full of irritating moments, even lea

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244296 | Recovery, CD: 10 (+8 EN) Falling right on her ass, back against a different tree. Turning it looked like a huge dark oak, although she wasn’t a tailor so she couldn’t say for sure. Getting up as she was hearing all sorts of noises coming from behind them. That weapon in both hands, what looked like a bald eagle but there was something different about it. The wings were metallic, metallic, and the body was larger than normal. Running toward them as multiple come gliding at the group. A flash of that cleaver before swinging down at one then upper cutting an

Standard Recovery +4 EN Kicking the sands around her, hearing some rustling in the small amount of weeds growing under the palm trees. “Hey guys there…” the sentence drops as -RIBIT- “That better not be,” eyes begin to frantically look, “OH FUCK NO,” running away from them, jumping up toward a branch closest to her. Sitting there crouching down so they had no chance of jumping up on her foot. “Guys please get these things away from me.” -YYEEP- a scratch escapes those lips as one of the frogs jumps on the trunk of the tree. They were leaving little slimy water lines as they moved toward h

Combat ended, Rhino's Horn Reset Standard Recovery +4 EN, No Recovery (out of combat) With the major threat gone for the moment, it now came the search for tiny little critters or fish that wanted to eat our feet. Sometimes they don’t even do that, there had been snails before that just sat there or made slime lines toward the group -ooohhh scary-. Glancing around looking for anything that moved toward them. It could be literally anything, maybe even an ant. Not seeing anything around her area, “There is nothing I can see,” walking around the water line, there could be something there,

Seeing an opening that Setsuna made, she didn’t even know that the girl was here. This was usually not the sorta stuff Celeste would see the icey mistress on. That glow on the cleaver indicated that it was raring to go, which also meant, “Fuc…” as Celeste dived forward at mock speed, others would see her just vanish from where she stood. Appearing right in the thick of it, that weapon carves deep, one could see the inside of the crabs flesh before it ignites in a huge burst of dark blue flames. Cel takes the weapon out with a struggle, foot on the creature's meaty bits as she yanks back. “Holy

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery: 244084, CD: 4 (No Proc) Celeste does what she’s told, mainly because she was too tired to argue. Bringing that large weapon up and swiping through the air slowly. Arms felt like jello, Celeste was just glad that they were hovering so close to the face. Realizing that there was still one floating around, gesturing Gaius to get down with her, and with a hop they were both on solid ground. “Simmone can you get that,” eyes veering to the last as she stabs her dull sword into the ashes with everything that she had left. Leaning against it now hoping that it w

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery: 244056, CD: 11 (+8 EN) Glowing red as more things to hit appear. Pulling her blade up, it was very heavy. Trying to even her breathing as she swings it around smacking everything in her direct area. The chest of the Golem starts to flash again but nothing is coming out. Gaius must have a grip on the heart, either that or they were on a ticking time bomb that was ready to explode at any moment. The others were staying put, so Celeste would too. Lungs felt like they were burning and her legs felt like they could give in any second. The girl couldn’t figure

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery: 244027, CD: 5 (No Proc) Raidou had left 3 alive, was he getting tired. Celeste never saw the man get tired, like the energizer bunny on crack. Noticing that her breathing wasn’t at the best levels of comfort either. This was taking longer than to be expected, the other adventures that the white-haired chick brought them through was much shorter. Feet felt a bit wobbly, fighting to keep her balance. Even though tired seeped over her eyes, Celeste would keep on defensive duty even if it meant that she passed the fuck out. Picking up the blade as it seemed

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery: 244004, CD: 7 (+8 EN) More of the things started popping out again. Yes they are things now because they went from fire red to white in color. Celeste was thinking to herself trying to wrap her head around what was going on. Seeing these creatures hovering around Raidou and Gaius, they launch. Celeste teleports in clashing interference. Everything bursts when the woman appears as her sword is gliding through the air smacking everything in its wake. If it was Gaius that had to be protected at the moment then that's what Celeste would do. The sooner he got

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 243963 | CD: 7 (+8 EN) Recovering her posture, her stamina ticking back up as the skill stasis finally cleared. The red head would start to move in to join the others, but catches the phrase dropped by Nisa. “Are you serious? There’s something inside of that?” She’d gesture with a point of the huge hunk of metal, troubled more by the concept then the weight of her weapon. The deadpan expression from her would confirm that she wasn’t lying. “Perfect, fight this thing that is trying to kill you… BUT pull your punches. This just got much more complicated.” Caref

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed Turning back toward the rest of her team, she's forced to block as a sword comes screaming at her from what would appear to come out of nowhere. “The hell!? What did…” Noticing this big black box attached to the chain the woman was pulling, yep that tracked. The sword she’d redirected was already swooping around for another pass, causing Celeste to move onto the defensive. “Fuck OFF!” She’d bark as her weapon flashed in a roar of color, further emboldened by the little songstress. A push back creates distance, and with a pivot she unleashes a mael