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Shinon then finally got it in his head to start firing, pulling arrows back on his bow's string and casting them off into the air in angered fright. They came, but they just broke and bounced off of it. Shinon tried shooting everywhere, even using one of his scarce adamantine arrows. But this was for naught, it seemed, for it was completely unfazed. The only thing that was happening was that it was getting closer and closer to him, a truly horrifying future at this rate.

The silver-haired heir too took notice of this happening, even as he struggled with this overwhelmingly constricting reaction his body was experiencing. "...Daevarro!" Raphael weakly yelled out to, barely able to utter anything. "...The... smokescreen!"

Hearing this command issued to him even through his own anguish, Daevarro was bound and determined to fulfill it for the sake of Raphael and all of his allies. He cobbled together every ounce of himself into this, attempting so greatly to make Raphael's request a reality. His swallow, erratic breath, forced out between his bare teeth, grew more urgent and dire with each thundering of the armour's sabatons upon the platform.

Shinon, having grown tired of quaking in his boots, put aside his bow and drew out his blade. Against the logic and reason of his allies who shouted at him to run, Shinon stubbornly heeded the call of his pride, not the sort to turn tail at the sight of danger. "Why won't you die?!" the archer adamantly shouted at the armour as though it had the ability to reply, dashing steadfastly.

The armour then launched its mace downwards, its attempt to utterly flatten the archer. But he had no intention to be crushed today, agilely dodging the attack and swinging around to the armour's back. As splinters of wood waltzed as a result of the armour's mace coming down, Shinon lunged his blade between its floating curiass and fauld.
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It had absolutely no reaction to his attack, a result which surprised the archer. It then retaliated, swiftly bashing Shinon with its tower shield. An attack overrode every sense Shinon had, leaving him terribly stunned and wide-open. He then received a blow he'd never forget, feeling the mace pound into his meager body and devastate every cell. The hit sent him out of his boots, flying off the ground. He then found the floor again, only to tumble violently into the salty waters below.

Everyone witnessed this event and were powerless to do anything about it, recounting very few times where they'd felt this sense of helplessness. "Dammit..." growled Calvin, bolting as fast as he could towards the platform's edge, thrusting himself headlong into the waters below. Calvin dove into the deep blue to rescue Shinon, swimming faster than he ever thought he possibly could. Truly like a life raft with a life of its own, Calvin pried Shinon from the ocean.

But as the assassin got him back up on board, he found himself enveloped in a tall shadow. This sight was truly stomach-turning, his instincts screaming at him to run. His pale blue eyes slowly ascended, finding that suit of runite armour looming ahead of him. Calvin wasn't just about to leave Shinon to his death, bracing himself for what was sure to be the worst pain he'd ever experience.

Yet from nowhere, Calvin's ears caught an unusual sound, a strange, otherworldly sound. He found that he could see light even behind his closed eyes, prompting his curiosity to seek an answer. He found then only lower half of that suit of armour standing, for somehow its upper half had been completely blown off.
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Calvin quickly twisted his head backwards, finding then a silver-haired prince up on his feet, his right hand outstretched ahead of him and towards the armour. Calvin could feel a change, the look about Raphael, this grand, lofty stance, everything was different. Yes, that person was not Raphael... but her.

"Depart, Palaemmir, " the Lamia-possessed Raphael calmly commanded Calvin.

Calvin threw Shinon over his shoulders, left to burden the entirety of his weight as he was rendered unconscious from the blow. "So, my turn ta play sav'or, eh?" Calvin mumbled as though he were talking to Shinon, smirking. "Guess dat makes ya the weaklin' dis time."

The blown off bits of armour which laid scattered across the floor had begun to rumble greatly, shooting up from the floor and reassembling itself as if by human hands. It stood there in its eerie, intimidating silence, such a happening stopped Calvin's heart in its place. He was petrified as he stood again in the giant's shadow, yet for some reason, its mace did not seek him.

Its close helmet then slowly turning to its left, looking at Raphael as if with the intelligence to dictate him as the target. It then began its imposing walk towards Raphael, rocking the platform entirety. Calvin didn't know what to make of this, but he made certain to give his horseshoe necklace a good kiss, praising his luck and his drág Essa for his life.

The Lamia-possessed Raphael then stepped over to Daevarro, the dark-robed young man who tried so desperately to focus. But alas, despite his very best effort, he just couldn't muster the energy. To conjure another overcast of smoke would prove impossible in his condition, instilling the young man with a great sense of failure and self-disappointment. But that was when his glowing hazel eyes could make out a figure in the corner, his eyes still unable to detach from the water's surface. Lamia took Raphael down onto a knee, placing his hand upon Daevarro's shoulder.
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"I comprehend your disdain and distrust of me, Palaemmir," Lamia spoke through to the young man in his mind. "But know that I seek not your decimation or misguidance, only your triumph and prosperity. 'Tis for this purpose which begets my intervention, for I have not the heart to prolong my witnessing of your suffering. Forgive me if this is not at all what you desired..."

A tidal wave then came crashing over the shores of Daevarro's anxiety, drawing in all of these grains of fear into itself. The young man's fright instantly siphoned from his body, his symptoms disappeared along with it. He was restored, renewed, allowed to breathe on his own again. This may have not been to his satisfaction, but Daevarro was granted this alleviation. Without anymore hesitation, the young man honed in on his surroundings, ushering in the rebirth of the smokescreen. The cloud concealed all to be feared, breaking the water from the gazes of all carrying Solasúian blood.

Finally released from the prison of their own mind, those Solasúians immediately felt relief overcome them. The phrase "out of sight, out of mind" the prevailing truth in this situation, finally able to return to their feet. Though they felt their lungs sore and overworked, they were allowed to participate in this difficult situation.

Telvern, having been out-of-commission for quite a while, was granted the ability to move, granted the ability to command his Talon Beast once more. Yet engaging in battle was not to be his next course of action, for his ears caught an urgent shout to him from across the unknown fog, "Egghead!" the voice yelled out from the shadowy beyond, calling out the irritating moniker bestowed unto Telvern by Calvin. "Git yaself 'n' yer magic pony over 'ere! Hotshot ain't lookin' too hot!"
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Telvern sighed in this instance, thrusting himself into the shadowy unknown without further delay. He dismissed his familiar as he darted through the smoke, its broad, muscular body burning away in a blaze of blueish-white. The genius then dove his hand into his bag of summoning pouches at his waist, fishing for the exact one he required.

The bringer of this shadowy smoke rose up to his feet, his hazel, subtly-glowing eyes then diverted over to his left. He found the Lamia-possessed Raphael lightly smiling at him, a loving parent proud of their child. The goddess then released Raphael from her grasp, allowing his consciousness to pour back into his body.

Feeling again as air flowed his lungs, feeling once more his heart as it pumped, Raphael opened his eyes like he had awoken for a deep slumber. He was without awareness of the situation around him, shuffling his head around in a bemused manner as he found himself beside Daevarro and encased in the young man's smokescreen.

Raphael then turned to his right. "Lamia, is this your doing?" the heir questioned with a slight spite in his tongue.

" Igja ," she admitted without pause or fault. "Forgive me, Palaemmir , but I had not the strength to stay back the flood any further."

"Raphael, it's coming after you now," the dark-robed young man then earnestly mentioned, drawing Raphael's attention as those intimidating steps drew closer. "After Lamia's attack, it turned towards you and completely ignored Calvin and Shinon, so I think it perceives you as the greatest threat. It'll probably prioritize eliminating you over any one of us, so maybe we can use that to our advantage."

"Good observation," Raphael commended Daevarro, impressed. "Let's see what we can do with it."
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The armour's noise came unnervingly close, causing both Raphael and Daevarro to quickly jump backwards. They then bear witness to an explosion of noise and splintered wood, the mace of the armour coming straight from the shadowy unknown. That was rather uncomfortably close, the two landing safely side-by-side. Daevarro then closed his eyes and drew power from his imagination, conjuring a clone of Raphael.

This was the first time the silver-haired prince had actually witness this process in full, seeing as black wisps gather and grow from semi-transparent particles to an actual form. They assembled together, becoming one. It was certainly a rather intriguing thing to spectate, if not a little weird to be actually staring at himself.

The shadow clone of Raphael then rushed forward, dashing headstrong towards the living rune armour. But the suit was not fazed by the clone of Raphael's appearance, continuing to walk even as the clone was but inches away. The clone came down upon the giant with a two-handed swing, but the moment its sword touched the armour, it vaporized into nothing.

Daevarro was confounded by this happening, feeling his shadow end on its own terms, not by the armour's. "It didn't... act against my shadow?" he uttered in bewilderment, a layer of fatigue lurking between his shock.

Raphael, noting the subtle hint of exhaustion in Daevarro's voice and demeanor, turned to him. "Get back and rest, Daevarro," the prince then told the young man.

"But I—!"

"—That's an order."

Daevarro, though his heart compelled him to continue assisting, was forced to comply with Raphael's command. His mind darkened at the thought of his allies getting hurt or worse, but the young man had to step back. It wasn't something he could control, he needed to have faith in his allies now.
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Raphael could the armour's silhouette through the veil, taking a high, powerful swing to its right. Its target was Raphael's head, an attack the prince avoided by quickly dropping to the ground. As he fell, he kicked his right foot out, his boot blasting against the armour's left cuisse.

But alas, Raphael felt like he hurt himself more than anything, for the force of his kick did nothing. It didn't trip or budge it, didn't even leave a dent. The armour then swung its mace downwards, an action which prompted him to gracefully roll over to his right. But then the armour set moved at unanticipated speed, ramming Raphael with its tower shield as he stood up. Raphael was dazed, stumbling backwards in the aftermath.

With great power, the armour set drove its mace towards. Raphael heard a massive crash to his left, nearly popping his eardrums. He then recovered from the blow he took, suddenly finding himself behind his master. Malik appeared as though from thin air, quickly grabbing and pushing the mace away.

Malik's muscles bulked up as his hands met with the gauntlet of the armour, his face tightening up as he pushed out all of the strength in his body to hold it off. Somehow, Malik actually managed alter the mace's trajectory. But then, the armour unexpectedly launched a powerful, wide kick into Malik.

Its rigid poleyn bore straight into Malik's left side, a hefty blow which sent Malik plunging into the ground. The impact of the attack was terrible, whipping his head against the ground hard. The old master winced in a frankly crippling pain, blood pooling by his face from a large gash above his eyebrow.
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This act like fire to gasoline, igniting a blazing rage within Raphael. The armour then hoisted its mace up above its head, falling mercilessly upon Malik. The old master slowly turned his head upwards, stretching his hand outwards as if to be saved. Yet this was not directed at Raphael, but to another. But that was when the weapon exploded across the wood, leaving Raphael with an overwhelming sense of dreadful shock.

But much to his surprise and relief, his purple irises saw not the body of his master upon the ground. The silver-haired heir then felt a brush of air briskly, briefly fiddle his hair, passing from his right to left. Raphael's head followed that breeze, finding then his agonized master laying just a few feet away from him.

There, clasping his hand, was his savior upon her knees: the black-garbed assassin Libitina. Malik, though his face fraught and contorted with suffering, let out a very slight, wry smile. Libitina smiled back at him, an act between the two which certainly bequeathed Raphael a sense of confusion.

"Rest for a while, Palakaartomin, " Libitina then quietly told Malik, then slowly releasing her grasp upon his hand. Both she and Raphael stood side-by-side, then suddenly finding themselves in the armour's path. But then, the armour found itself the target of a bombardment of spells. Despite Raphael's orders, Daevarro began hurling a slew of spells at the armour, ranging from fireballs to weakening spells.

But alas, all of his spells were to it like the bite of a flea. The clamorous armour just continued to trek towards Raphael, unleashing a flurry of powerful strikes. Raphael smoothly evaded, leaping backwards and spacing out the armour. His eyes then beamed directly at Daevarro, clearly able to make out his exerted body language. "What are you doing?" Raphael questioned, angrily worried. "I told you to get back and rest!"
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"I... can't stand idly by and watch all of you get... hurt," Daevarro somehow managed to get out, his hands held to his knees.

It was then that Kereske, Shakir, and Calvin stepped out from the smokescreen. They aligned beside their queen, surrounding her like armour. They examined the imposing giant, watching it as it continued to follow after Raphael without rest.

"What are we supposed to do against that?!" frantically questioned Shakir, seeing the defeat of this hulking beast an impossibility.

"Keep your composure, Dimri ," Kereske then advised, watching then the sight of another hulking beast emerged. The creature known as the Rune Minotaur barged towards the armour aggressively, furiously swinging its large, broad-headed runite battleaxe. The armour blocked it with its shield, the battleaxe getting embedded in the metal. The two giants began exchanging some lofty blows.

The platform quivered under the weight of their battle, but with this distraction created, the group had been gifted time to consult one another for a possible solution. "What are we to do? We can't simply take it apart piece-by-piece, it will only reassemble itself." Kereske shared the general concern.

"Well, we could jus' turn tail 'n' run," Calvin suggested, ushering a lightened heart to this dangerous, unnerving situation. "Ain't no shame 'n runnin', y'know... I mean, pritty sure dealin' wit' big, livin' suits-a armour ain't part-a the deal!"

As they sought an answer, the battle between goliaths intensified. The group lost sight of their battle, but they could still feel and hear as it raged. The armour tried to strike the minotaur as it tried with great effort to pry its axe from its shield, but it dodged in haste, watching as the mace barely missed its skull.
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The Rune Minotaur then retorted as the mace's head was buried into the ground, sending its fist furiously forward. The minotaur's plated knuckles would meet the armour's close helmet as it tried to remove its mace from the wood, but this act of aggression forced it into a hand-on-hand combat situation. They engaged in a fearsome slug fest, going blow-for-blow.

As their bout continued, the group continued to draw blanks. That was, until...

"Go beyond ourselves and you'll locate your answer," then commented a voice of familiarity. Telvern then appeared to Raphael's left, his vague hint instantly turning on the cogs in Daevarro's head. His face lightened, a brightness shining in his eyes like a candle in the dark.

"The water!" the young man excitedly concluded, pounding the side of his fist into his other hand's palm.

"...Precisely," the weakened genius confirmed, an answer which drew everyone's exclaim. "As Kereske stated, tearing it apart holds little use. I propose... that we take advantage of our surroundings. If we can somehow manage it into the water, it'll naturally sink to the bottom due to its immense weight and density and no longer be of opposition to us."

Kereske then turned with question to the furtive genius, raising his obsidian-black eyebrow. "It's a simplistic answer on paper, but how do you propose we make it into reality?"

Telvern then turned his hollow brown eyes towards his right. "...Minotaur! Do whatever... is required to cast that armour into the water!" he ordered seemingly out to the beyond.

"I'll do what I can, but this guy ain't makin' it easy," quickly responded the Rune Minotaur in its deep, booming voice, blocking a right hook from the armour.

"You've my gratitude."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
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