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Halloween Town
yinsukin:
Candlemen/Harley
The men were much more effective on foot. The candlemen fell to explosives and guns, often one dying having to die before another incinerated the soldier in a revenge kill, burned to ash by the flames radiating from its eyes. The candlemen were giant towering but otherwise normal men with wax skin and giant white suits to cover their large but slender frames. All of them were bald aside from a single wax stick on the tip of its head, which sparked before it was ready to explode.
The streets were all halloween decor, giant pumpkins, jackolanterns, candy corn and other things littered the streets. In the center of the town they attacked stood an oblisk style office building, complete with a pencil like tip. Atop that tip stood the hallow queen, her gaze cast upon the invaders from above.
"Hear me foolish humans! I do not hide my prejudice behind unjustified hatred. Know that as you scream your final breathes, I am silencing your life only out of necessity. One day I pray that humans and monsters can live in peace, but today you shall burn in the fires of your own loathing for the other."
A red ball of light enveloped her dainty hands before the light itself transformed into a jack o lantern. With a light toss, the jack o lantern fell from the sky, landing behind enemy lines and detonating, blowing scores of men into body parts and blood. Over and over she repeated this process, dropping bombs behind enemy lines or soldiers she thought seemed particularly skilled. Of course, she took care to avoid her lovely candlemen, using less potent bombs near her own.
Bern:
Valerie
Her ears twitched as she caught the message that Harley had sent out to the invaders. Her eyes sharpened and she found herself frowning at the implications here. What a fool she was, she'd never achieve what she wanted in this way.
Valerie reached out with her right hand into the depth of the eternal night to pull out the one and only tool that would judge the ones beneath them, and if they were found unworthy then it would reap their sins from this world without fail.
Valerie raised the scythe above her and got into a throwing position.
"What a fool, you can talk about your freedom all day little girl but you lack the strength and more importantly the resolve to truly achieve it. What you need is love, love and overwhelming power..."
SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH
The scythe tore trough the space between them, faster than sound, faster than any bullet it destroyed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. It's spinning form was a maddening sight, but one too fast for the mortal eye to ever see. All they could see was the sudden line of gore stretching from one end of the engagement to the other. it's impact was so severe, so savage, that every man hit by it wasn't simply split in half. Their bodies exploded into bits and pieces of fine meat all over their comrades who had been so lucky to not be in it's path.
But were they truly lucky?
And then it returned to her hand, before the longest arm of the clock had moved one position, the scythe had already looped around the battlefield and returned to her hand.
"Would you like some?"
Valerie held out the now crimson blade of her scythe in front of her minion, the sanguine liquid covering it would look absolutely exquisite to any of her kind.
YOLF:
Edelgard
She looked to Sakura, lines around her eyes furrowed like patterns on reliable steel. They should seize the vehicles and swipe them inwards from the flanks. The three of them had the ability do that. She couldn't tell whether this was supposed to be a full force. The technology and army numbers that forces in the Nexus could field were unclear to her.
The Forsaken opened her mouth to speak, but the Vampire King's burst of action took the words away. She followed the bloody, spinning light of the weapon until it returned, then fixated the two vampires.
"Are we going? Deal with invaders?"
Aiden:
The Invaders
Despite the horrendous losses, scorched flesh shot through with shrapnel all too likely filling the senses of every soldier there, the soldiers did not falter. Over the sound of gunfire, cannon shelling, and incineration their voices joined together in vicious harmony with what few stereos blasted their goddess' anthem.
... Hail, ye heroes, heav'n-born band,
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause!
The bombs fell, and many were lost. More armored vehicles were burst apart by the wrath of the Pumpkin Queen, and the music came from one less space across the spreading battlefield.
And when the storm of war was gone!
Their shouting chorus grew louder still, the men and women in their full body armor taking cover behind the ruins of their own vehicles, behind the rubble their ravaging rampage had wrought, and tried with a frightening fervor still to kill as many as they saw.
Enjoy'd the peace your valor won!
It was the hallmark of the Columbian war machine, the way dying soldiers crawled even bereft of legs into the swarming masses of their foes and let loose with explosions of their own, spending their lives as yet one more piece of ammunition. Without hesitation, without doubt, with a faith as pure as any martyr'd soul, they laid down their lives for their goal.
LET INDEPENDENCE BE OUR-!
And then they were scythed down like chaff, and they sang and shot and 'sploded no more.
The field grew quiet, save for the distant rapport of cannon fire and tank treads tearing on asphalt as the last of the mechanized forces made a run for the residential portions of the city.
Away from that.
yinsukin:
Harley
"The vampire king herself," Harley said, placing a hand on her chest. "What a wonderful honor it is to see you on the battlefield today. Perhaps by working together we can-"
???
In a park several miles from the tower, a man was looking down his scope, Harley's back in view of his shot. He was sprawled out along a blanket, lying down on his belly. A loud crack filled the sky as the shot was fired.
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