“Strazio.” Elise said immediately. She gripped the albino magus by his bony shoulders, and yanked him around to look directly at her. All around them, the Vault echoed with dozens of explosive reports, shouts and screams of intermixed frenzy.
“Look at me. Strazio. You can use that ghost inside of you to your advantage. I’ve seen you do it before.” Elise shouted. A blast of fire roared over their heads, causing both fighters to duck down to the ground.
“Don’t need a FUCKING ghost to fight for me!” Strazio roared, trying to break free from Elise’s iron grip. It was no use - she was freshly fed and had the strength of several humans.
“I don’t know how you used to work, Straz! I don’t know who you were or what you did. But I know what you are now!” Elise roared back. She noted that this was, perhaps, not the best strategy to get the magus to calm down...but the situation had escalated more quickly than she had expected. Karl Jak really knew how to formulate a finale.
Elise glanced up to see a pulsating, wall of sodden flesh. A pitiless hockey mask stared down at them. In the Jason’s hand there hung a wicked machete, already slick with blood.
“Tao Ruhs!” she screamed, falling back on her ass. The glittering fractal shield exploded into the space between them and the towering freak. Jason Twenty-Two was pushed back with a soft grunt before being hit with a screaming, flying tackle from an enraged, red centaur. Strazio was looking at her expectantly. She had his attention, at least.
“Just...breathe with me. I’ve got you.” Elise said, taking his hand and holding it tightly. Strazio shook his head with lingering reluctance, closed his eyes, and tried to calm down. Sounds raged around him. He could hear Elise incanting spells...he could hear honking...the screech of an electric guitar.
But in the midst of the utter, frothing chaos, he found a strange tranquility. When times were, calm, still and peaceful he could hardly sit still. But when Strazio Rockwell was in the middle of a pitched death battle, he found focus. He was in his element, and the battle cries rolled across his mind like so much birdsong.
Elise watched Strazio’s eyes snap open, gleaming with acidic green power. As the magus rose from the floor, he craned his head to look at the awestruck vampire, and a strange smile crossed his face. Words suggested themselves in her mind.
Look at you. All grown up.
Elise’s mouth gaped for a moment, and non existent tears pulsed against the edges of her smoldering eyes.
“Dad…?” she said again. Her reverie was cut short as a stray machete came chopping through the air and embedded itself into her chest. Elise staggered for a moment, and an ugly cry of pain trickled out through her bared teeth. Nope. Not now.
The collar around her neck blinked rapidly as she disengaged the limiter on the device.
“Y’all fucked up, doing this inside!” she shouted into the din of battle. She wrenched the blade free and let it clatter to the ground like the garbage it was. The vampire vehemently mouthed another spell, and a crackling red javelin spooled itself together over her head.
Precision. Not force.
Never quite strong enough, but fucking flawless.
A hulking Jason was tussling with that wizard boy, Izzy something. The meaty giant raised a clubbing fist high into their air. Elise pointed it at Jason Seven’s forearm, and the Arcane Lance slammed into it in a red flash, momentarily nailing the beast to a temple pillar.
It was enough to give Izaneus a moment to blast a flurry of gleaming missiles into the Jason’s shoulder, severing the swollen appendage at the armpit. Her momentary smugness was cut short as a pair of damp, bulging arms hefted her from behind and began to squeeze. Another Jason had broken out of mortal combat with the skittering Pennywise and some half-naked sword bitch to single her out.
A hoarse grunt was smashed out of her as she struggled against the crushing grip. Even her vampiric strength couldn’t stand against the swamp-fiends rancorous bearhug.
“HONK.”
Elise wasn’t exactly sure what happened, but Jason Nine crumpled like a reeking mountain and hit the ground hard. His grip loosened just long enough for Elise to wriggle free and kick off of his chest in an elegant pirouette. Gamzee faded into the thronging melee without so much as a glance at her, but she whispered a small thanks anyway.
As for this fucker on the ground…
“Let’s see what makes swamp-fuck tick…” Elise grinned wickedly. Jason Nine rolled over slowly, just as Stheno emptied an entire magazine into his back. What a thoughtful distraction.
Elise hummed a nervous tune as she pulled a piece of charcoal out of her scuffed, scratched messenger bag and began drawing on the ground. Faster...faster…
“Oof!”
She stumbled on the ground, gripping onto the charcoal for dear life. Some giant, shaved-head wrestler was locked arm-in-arm with Jason Ten, and the two were circling around heedless of any other combatants.
Elise lamented as they trundled over her half-done Ephemeris circle. She was tempted to give up...but no. No this was going to be the x-factor for this whole thing. The wizard dove back towards her magic circle. It was a harrying half-minute as she fixed up, repaired and finished the arcane scrawlings designed to capture the photo of a being’s essence.
But the undead are nothing if not persistent.
Predictably, the instant the Emphemeris curse was primed, she felt a looming presence behind her.
Chh...chh...chh…
Ahh...Ahh...Ahh…
“Now, Straz!” Elise shouted. She knew the Awakened Magus could hear her thoughts from a mile away. The green-eyed maestro glanced at the giant murdered and willed him to faceplant directly into the magic circle with a titanic crash, just as Elise rolled out of the way. Jason Five was enveloped for a moment by a brilliant whirl of ghostly, violet fire, and Elise reeled as her senses where overwhelmed by the blueprint of the swarming foes.
“Oh shit.”
Elise recoiled reflexively from the giant as Jason Five hoisted himself to his feet. He craned his neck quizzically and advanced towards her with one thundering step before being engulfed in a scintillating blast of blue and orange fire. The vampire caught her breath and turned around to see Strazio hovering a few feet away. He glanced at her with a serene smile as she felt the probing, cold tendrils of the psychic ghost tugging at her.
His eyes suddenly returned to their bloodshot, hateful state as Karl UnJak sprawled onto the floor between them. Jason Nineteen thundered towards him, machete raised. A quick incantation and gesture raised a gleaming ward spell, walling off the assailant’s attack for a moment.
The distorted, yet handsome visage of the unmade Host grinned up at her.
“Thanks for the save, sugarfangs. Y-” he was cut off as Strazio and Elise immediately jumped him with a flurry of hateful, spite-fueled stomps and jabs.
“Not the face! Ow! What the hell?!” he spluttered in between heavy handed blows from the duo.
“Finally found yo ass!”
“Eat shit, clown!”
“Teach you to try and stab an imprisoned magus!”
“I fuckin’ warned y’all!”
An abrupt backhand from Jason Fifteen sent Elise flying over the bloodsoaked moshpit with a hoarse grunt. She landed with a nasty crack against one of the towering, torchlit pillars and blinked for a moment.
Worth it.
Elise will use one application of Focus to override her collar and activate her Healing ability