Lance
Doom. Ultimate, final, and all ending. That was what the black mage would unleash, a curse that would eat at countless innocents and take irreplaceable lives. Even a hero couldn't stop this. Not alone.
"I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust!” A voice suddenly boomed like thunder, cutting through the air like a blade. Just before the dragon emerged, a black shadow dashed forth, soaring out of position. He knew that he'd only have one shot.
"AMEN!"
His body crashed on the ground, shattering stone and allowing his imposing frame to make the earth quake. His coat's shadows revealed a brilliant avalanche of rippling muscle sweating like an oiled statue's, and with a resolute combat stance he glared high above at the trouble-making girl with a wide slasher smile.
The moment he recited his prayer, golden pages scattered around the building, forming a barrier of light that reached far to protect those the spear wielding lass's shield could not. The hero-priest finally made his move. He had to say, he came just in time, but even that would be too much credit. He raise his fist thunderously in the air, as if to fight the evil mage. But he had been too slow, too far...
And then the curse stopped, and the priest staggered and nearly fell on his knee, only stopped by his hand. As that happened, a large amount of steam escaped his body as if it was an overclocked machine, but he quickly picked himself up. He clicked his tongue when he realized he was surrounded by nothing but destruction. Indeed, many had died, countless in fact. Out of all the victims, he could only shield a handful. Only a single building had been spared, the people cowering within spared from the curse. Knowing that, he smiled and stretched, looking at his partner in crime.
"Damn, I should've known it's always the cutest ones who cause the most ruckus. Eh buddy?" Despite his aloofness, he couldn't help but frown bitterly. Even if whoever caused this was falling like a shooting star as he said that, looking at how everything was destroyed around them, he couldn't find this a good victory.
But he managed to save someone, and that mattered more than those he couldn't save. At least, that's what he tried thinking.
Olga MarieOlga's powerful shield went up just in time to protect her, a translucent iridescent cube shrouding her in a protective wall of force which not even a noble phantasm would be able to breach.
And then, the dragon's head appeared, and it was as if the world ended. The deathly smog came out of its mouth, and the surrounding area seemed to begin to evaporate. The fleeing civilians instantly turned into dust, all vegatation became ash.
It was a nightmare that reminded her of the Fuyuki Singularity.
Olga simply collapsed inside her safe haven and began to cry. If even with all this power she still couldn't save or protect anything, what was she good for? Why had she been granted this second chance?
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