Scene #1402: Rage vs Wind!

Owner	Pose
Razer	The Factory. Wind-swept plains of nothing but dirt as far as the eye can see. To Razer, it's nothing like a factory and, on some level, he wonders why someone chose a name that's so apparently ill-suited. Simmering rage doesn't make for much in the way of deep thinking, so, the various hatches and vents escape his notice for now. The Red Lantern is a figure that can best be described as predatory. He wears a distinctive black and red suit, angled and vicious. He stands atop one of the mineral spires with his arms crossed, balancing on top of the small point. Even from a distance, one can see the red glow that surrounds him, focused around his right hand in particular. It's like anger and rage are a pair of concrete /things/ that surround him. He waits, with simmering patience, for the challenger. The Union person who thought she was entitled to /warn/ him. For a brief moment, the rage in his heart flares.
Zephyr Windstar	Dust and wind swept emptiness. That's just perfect for an Aerial Combat Mage. Zephyr strides across the open area, making no secret of her approach. Divine Wind glimmers in the light, it's Mistral Form fluid and deadly, the twin 'Bits' lazily orbitting like a pair of loyal birds. She's not hard to spot, bright Barrier Jacket glowing under reflected light. A design choice to help her allies spot her easily in a furball or something. As she gets closer, her gathers her Mana, and pulses out a show of force, purple magic tracing lines beneath her feet and negating the wind within a few meters of her position. "This is your last chance to turn back." she says without much meaning behind it. Spoken from a necessity than any hope that the Red Lantern will faulter.
Razer	Closer, the Red Lantern can be seen to have skin that's white, like marble, and a pair of piercing blue eyes. They turn towards Zephyr and the contempt there is quite, quite obvious. He raises his right hand, palm towards Zephyr, fingers splayed. The ring on his forefinger glows ominously. "You've already had your last chance," Razer replies, and a blast of red energy leaps from the ring to punctuate his point!
Zephyr Windstar	<RAMPART AEGIS!> states Divine Wind, a transluscent purple bubble forming around the Mage. It takes the hit, deforms inwards and just before the bolt fully dissipates, it pierces through, scraping along Zephyr's cheek to draw blood. Her mismatched eyes don't faulter as she lifts her hand to wipe the trickle away. "Fine then. When I send you back to the Feds with your tail tucked between your legs, don't forget the name of who beat your ass shitless." she lifts her Device, then swipes it in a diagonal line before her. "I am Zephyr Windstar, the Winddancer of March!" With her piece said, the mage flickers out of sight... like an afterimage of something moving increadibly fast. If Razer has any kind of extrasensory ability, he might pick her up behind him. CHIME! <MISTRAL CUTTER!> announces the Device as it's swung around in a cleaving arc, the axe-blade wreathed in (Non-lethal) purple energy.
Razer	"Winddancer?" Razer snaps, "What a name." He doesn't move as Zephyr vanishes and, as she makes her strike from behind, the Red Lantern dodges. The blade clips the side of his face, drawing blood, but deflects off the rest of his flared helmet with a red flash. As he dodges, Razer brings up his right hand, which seems to have suddenly found a red knife of hard-light from somewhere, and he slashes it in a quick strike at Zephyr's mid-section!
Zephyr Windstar	Zephyr brings her right arm up. There's no time to project a Shield to take that hit... it's a good thing she has an armoured bracer on that arm! The knife strikes the bracer, reporting a resounding CLANG across the Factory space. The tip driven into the metal enough to cause a trickle of blood to flow from under it. "Is that /really/ the best you can do?" she asks lowly, shoving the knife away then gathering up for something. Purple light forms in her right palm, and she surges forwards, aiming to slam it into the Lantern's chest. <IMPACT BULLET!> announces the Device with a chime, as a torrent of uncontained raw magic flows from that sphere at the Lantern. Analogous to a shotgun blast.
Razer	The knife leaves a red blur in the air. It'd be almost beautiful, the after-image, if Razer wasn't currently trying to impale Zephyr with it! He doesn't make any attempt to evade the blast of magic, perhaps because he isn't sure what it is... ...or perhaps because the pain fuels him, guides him, gives him focus. In any case, the blast sends him flying. Razer flips in the air, landing on his feet and kicking up a great cloud of dust some distance away. "No!" Razer shouts, swinging his arm behind him, and red light flows from the ring. "This is!" When he swings his arm around again, it's not a knife and it's not a blast of energy. It's a great red whip, lashing out at Zephyr, burning like energised plasma!
Zephyr Windstar	<WIDE AREA ATTACK! RAMPART AEGI--> the Device can't finish the spell in time. A half formed Barrier negates a little of the impact, but that whip lashes across Zephyr's Barrier Jacket, burning the fabric and melting some of the metal as it sends her spiralling away in the air. After righting herself, the Mage grits her teeth and points the Axe at Razer like one might a magic wand. <BOOSTER TWO! MISTRAL BUSTER!> announces the Device again, as the two Bits form up around the head of the axe, spinning and helping to focus a bolt of energy forming at the tip of the crystal. Once it reaches a sufficient size, it lashes out in a torrential beam of purple energy, swirling with cutting winds as it draws them into the conflux.
Razer	Razer is already moving to pursue Zephyr as she goes flying. As she goes spiralling into the air, Razer takes to the air as well. He can fly, it seems. Heading straight for Zephyr, however, it makes him an easy target for the blast from her axe. The purple energy nails Razer dead centre again, sending his flight on an entirely different path, smoke rising from his chest. After a moment's freefall, Razer rights himself and heads right back for Zephyr. He shouts again, swinging that whip for another blow, but this time it is shorter, sharper - something between a whip and an armblade. And the sheer level of anger in his voice...!
Zephyr Windstar	Zephyr cries out in surprise and pain as that whipsword slaches through her Barrier Jacket, causing the breastplate to purge and redirect the likely lethal blow. She skids back in the air, grasping her Device with both hands.... "Now I'm gettin' pissed off..." she says lowly, her outfit smoking and bleeding off heat. <MISTRAL STORM!> A third Bit joins the other two. <AREA MODE!> The Bits then spread out rapidly, making a 200 meter bubble around her and encompassing Razer too. "This is MY world." she cries, then blurs out again. This time though she doesn't stop to attack, instead she does multiple passes, slashing, punching, kicking and firing short ranged energy blasts.
Razer	The blows rain down on Razer, again and again, purple and red flares lighting up the local area. Razer drops from the air, landing hard, leaving a crater. He wipes the back of his gauntlet against his face, and glowers up at Zephyr. There's blood on the back of his gauntlet, now. "You think I care what happens to your world?!" Razer yells in response. "You think I haven't already lost mine?!" The final syllable of that shouted word turns into a roar - literal and metaphorical. For a split second, a gout of red plasma tears from Razer's lips like a whirlwind of hate given form. That sheer level of hatred only lasts for a second - there's no telling how much worse it would be if it could be harnessed!
Zephyr Windstar	Zephyr goes wide eyed as that pulse of energy blasts out at her. She tumbles backwards from the force of the impact. She peaks in her ascent, then drops in an arc, slamming hard into the ground to leave a small crater. Slowly she forces herself up, grasping her Device firmly as a support. "Y'wanna play rough huh?" she asks, spitting a gob of blood off to one side. "Lets play rough then." she draws her weapon around behind her. <STRIKER THREE! STRIKE FLARE! the Bits retract in, then attach to the counterbalance side of her axe blade. Then, they begin to spin rapidly, emitting a flare of purple energy. <MISTRAL CUTTER! BISECTION SHIFT!> She surges straight at Razer now, breaking up the ground like high speed jets break water when flying low over the surface.
Razer	Razer moves. His ring glows around his hand and Razer summons what looks like a shield - but rage is not a defensive emotion, rage does not protect. It absorbs some of the blow, but the shield shatters into shards of red energy that dissipate into the wind, and Razer goes /flying/. The Red Lantern slams into one of the metallic outcroppings, coughing on the silvery dust that rains around him. As the metal pillar begins to topple under the blow, Razer ensnares it in red light wrappings and, with a roar, /hurls/ the pillar at Zephyr! "If you want your planet so much!" Razer snarls, "THEN HAVE IT!"
Zephyr Windstar	Zephyr twirls with the momentum, then grits her teeth as she flares the Bits again, pushing them a bit further than they should go to 'Parry' that flying chunk of debris. The Core Matrix cracks and hairline fractures form along the length of the Device from the strain of doing so, but the chunk of metal skips across the ground to the side, coming to rest further across the expanse... likely to be broken down by the little robot drones. "Ragios, Razgriz, Lethim." she intones next, "Grant unto me a Maelstrom." She points the Device at Razer again, a boiling, unstable conflux of wind-element mana forming at the tip of the gemstone. <BOOSTER THREE! MAELSTROM BUSTER!> announces Divine Wind, as the Bits move to their position, spinning and containing the blast of energy. It roars forth, a howling storm in the form of a beam, spinning winds clashing against each other, like gnashing teeth as it aims for the Red Lantern.
Razer	The maelstrom of wind slams into Razer. Shouting, the Red Lantern tries to maintain his footing but slowly, surely, Razer goes down to his knees. The wind whips at him, lashes at him, drawing blood where it finds the skin that isn't protected by his red and black armored suit. The sheer focus of it punches through the shields afforded by his ring. But Razer clings to his rage with stubborn tenacity, and when it passes, he rises. "I'll show you a maelstrom!" Razer shouts, and thrusting both of his hands out, fingers curled like claws, Razer projects a torrent of barely-directed energy in the direction of Zephyr. It's hard to tell if the howling is from the energy unleashed, or from Razer himself.
Zephyr Windstar	Zephyr erects a shield against that blast of energy. The diamond-shaped spell seal quivers under the force of the blast, before shattering, sending the girl skidding back in twin gouges under her feet. There's a grit of her teeth, then she holds her right hand out in Razers direction. "Why don't you chill out a sec!" Divine Wind chimes <RIBBON BIND!> it announces, before bands of purple magic lash out, trying to constrict the Red Lantern.
Razer	The bands of purple magic snare Razer around his arms and legs, around his chest and neck. He shouts out, glowing a brilliant red, but the magic holds - for now! The fact that something is holding him only seems to be making the Red Lantern /more/ incensed - if such a thing is even possible! - and one might wonder how long it is until his wrath overpowers Zephyr's magic!
Zephyr Windstar	Zephyr grasps the bands of magic in one hand, smirking at the insensed Lantern caught in her little web. "Wassamatter, caught by a li'l girl?" she goads, before yanking the bands sharply. She starts to swing Razer around, before whipping him up to slam into the ground with that built up momentum. Whether the Bind holds that long is another matter entirely, as the spell wasn't designed to do what it's being asked to.
Razer	Razer hits the ground. He hits the ground /hard/. The crater that he is left in from the impact will pockmark the Factory plains for years to come and, for a moment, he doesn't move. The bind held, despite his rage, and Razer stays at the bottom of the crater. And then he coughs. Razer climbs to his feet, and the first indication that something might be wrong is that his eyes have gone from blue to red and flames seem to roll off his form. He shouts once again, and his words are strange and echo-y: "Don't you dare patronise me!" And, with his words, plasma erupts from his mouth again - but this torrent does not stop. It isn't anything like the previous burst - this is Razer's unadulterated rage blasting out, uncontrolled and unstoppable!
Zephyr Windstar	Zephyr winces at the volume, then throws out another defensive spell. This one doesn't even hold though, dousing the girl in boiling plasma. She skids back, but can't keep her footing and bounces backwards digging up a furrow of earth. A cough and a hack of blood marks her struggling back to her feet... but she doesn't look too good, leaning on the haft of her Device, Barrier Jacket torn up and shredded, only barely keeping her modesty. Divine Wind doesn't look much better, spider-web cracks across much of its surface. <Master. He is more advanced than you. Disengagement is advised.> the weapon suggests, already pinging for evacuation. Zephyr narrows her eyes at that... but she's learned after a lot of hard knocks when it's time to throw in the towel... so she gathers what Mana she has left, turns, and bursts away in a high speed arced flight, pouring power into her flight spell. "We'll meet again. Next time you won't be so lucky."
Razer	The rage passes, and Razer drops to his knees. He's breathing heavily, and that red light fades from his eyes. He lets Zephyr go, saying nothing. He's not a killer.