Welcome one and welcome all, to another rendition of Ophi’s Quest! I’ve returned from a rather brief naval education to deliver our first shipborne battle properly. As I recall, dear Lupin had just called us for some rather desperate help. His desperadoes-styled mushies appear to lack the power to breach the frankly over-leveled- priest’s shield.

Well, two heroes and a bunch of infantry. Certainly could be much worse. 

Below, on our gun deck, the smoke finally wafts out the newly made portholes. The edges smolder with an orange glow. The smell of sandalwood wafts through the air, which is particularly strange because I don’t think that kind of wood grows here.

By god, she finds Lupin funny.

Well, let’s do the math. Let’s call the paladin an ideal sphere in a frictionless vacuum. He’s like two meters tall, so 1 meter radius. We can project his trajectory as a parabolic arc, where the position  he was launched from is (0,0,0). Let the vector towards the priest be (1,1,1). Consider the force of gravity, wait how hard did we hit him?

Ah, it looks like he literally left the gravity of our island from the force of the blow.

With preternatural skill, the smuggler’s vessel sinks at an almost leisurely pace. Quick sharp reorientation keeps the prow from digging through the buildings that choke the air of the city.

Guns fall silent as even our mushies are conscripted in a heroic act of sailing, almost beautiful. Tacking sharper than I thought was even possible.

What? Where have I heard that before…

More like twenty Donk.

… Fair point.

Ah yes, all our dudes. Here let me count up all the units we got. Twenty of those, eight- no ten, I see you sneaky bugger- of them.

I mean technically it is raw light magic, so you could argue- You know what, let’s not get into that right now. Seems not that important.

Wait. I didn’t repeat that to her. She’s not on our side, but she can hear us?

Fuck off, not only is she more powerful then a mere priest, she’s also medium aware?

A sharp keening noise builds as the sudden stench of lavender and sage wafts off the priest. 

Stars dim, outshined by the magics wielded today. Concentrated Light, fueled with tyranny and fed by righteousness builds at the priest’s staff.

Uh, let’s fix that quickly eh? Not being sun burnt seems like a good call.

I wasn’t talking to you! Would you shut up and stop replying to me?!

From deep in the hold, Lupin’s personal mirror is hefted like it weighed nothing.

With a dash back above deck, the mirror springs up just in time to catch the laser before it hits the ship.

The shield cracks with the sounds of glass, as it shunts to the side in the face of near overwhelming power. Yet the priest floats peacefully in the barrier, unperturbed.

With deceiving swiftness, the ship lost altitude straight into the priest’s damned barrier.

 The envelope of it bulged, struggling to endure the raw mass of the massive prow. The gossamer cracks bloomed back with vengeance, threatening to unleash a full load of Lupin’s ship onto her. 

Before even a mote of mana can flow back into the priest’s shield, a feral growl broke through the air.

An odd purple creature burst out from the shadows, with crimson hair and long almost bunny-like ears. It swiped at the priest, sending her bouncing out from under the ship. Never quite enough to pierce through for full damage, but more than enough

The newly spawned wither pounces after the priest, some primal hatred for purity spurring it on. Each strike sends the priest spinning around the field, smashing through minions on her way. Scores of our mushies are sent flying through the air, like very cute bowling pins.

The priest finally banishes her bowling ball of a shield, freeing herself from the cruel mistress of knockback and hit stun. It would appear having a shield bigger than you are, sucks , if you are still victim to the knockback your shield takes.

… Rude.

Ophi no! You didn’t just give her that leverage. Now she’ll pull an obnoxious scheming villain retreat, then raise a squad of hybrid soldiers in a desert world then reveal her story breaking power to control everyone’s perception that reasonably should have let her win instantly.

Fuck.

Well it’s fine, and now she’s not here I can talk a bit more. A small blessing, but I think I deserve one. Also, when do I get crazy powers to just beam my units out before they die? Gabriela is annoying as shit. Also, we have to deal with Bleu, but at least Bleu doesn’t eavesdrop.

… Next time we fight Gabriela…. I’m not saying I’ll let you unleash more codes. But I appear to be coming down with some sort of selective blindness. You know. Hint hint, nudge nudge. Cheaters never prosper unless they fuck Gabriela up, and all that.

Yet here we are, the last final spark of resistance from the bosom of Bleu. Transformed by her overuse of our magics, transformed into a hot wither. However will-

I mean I have eyes, Ophi. Bleu was already very hot, red hair you know how it is, and now she’s got those hands.

I am on your side. We just have a track record of having some rather fun moments with defeated foes, and I am looking forward to this one.

Well, readers, if you happen to have any brilliant insights, please share. You’ve helped us greatly in the past. Just because it’s the final fight with all our strongest units is no reason to give up and let them win. Remember to send your actions so we can finally finish this situation!

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