Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Mar 29, 2018 8:32:44 GMT
Ardragas bounced painfully in his seat when the boat bounced over another wave. "Are we nearly there?" He had his head facing the horizon, a fruitless gesture without eyes. "Yeah." Leslie wiped salty water off her face. The sea was wine-dark around them as their small yacht pushed through the water. The boat, named Remember Me in pastel blue letters, belonged to Leslie's parents. These two weren't here on official government business. Avalon had not deigned to send a crew to the island. Leslie might be their sole representative this day.
Ardragas was just here for fun. Leslie still found that exceptionally frustrating, even with everything she liked about him. No sense of duty or honor. Just throwing punches and if that happened to help people it was a good bonus. She huffed as they pulled up alongside the island. He was shirtless as usual, his resistance to the elements protecting him from the whipping winds and spraying sea. It reminded her of him ignoring the chill of his underground home the first time they met. Which reminded her... "Hey, do you think this is another thing like Bunkertown? Bunch of unknown people returning to the surface?" She tried to find a decent object to tie the ship to, but there wasn't so much as a tree here. "I'd hardly know. If I jump, will I reach the shore?" He nervously felt along the side of the boat. "Follow my voice, you'll do fine!" She called and he raised an ear. One short jump and a little help from her arms and he was on solid ground.
"What does it look like?" Ardragas was looking a little green from the ride, but he was clearly ready to change the subject. "Tall. I can't see the top. And all shiny. Like... you ever touch glazed pottery? It looks like that. Or like it's slimy." Leslie walked up to the spire, noticing something lying in the grass while Ardragas felt the texture of the tower's walls. A completely ordinary brown welcome mat, with an only slightly odd statement. "Rule: Wipe Your Shoes" Leslie shrugged and nearly subconsciously wiped her hiking boots on the bristly mat. "Weird that we're the first ones here. There should be ships all over." She wondered out loud. "Maybe the storm let us through?" "Why us?" "Because we're charming? How am I to know the tastes of the storm?" Ardragas gave his annoyingly charming smile as he walked into the tower. Leslie rolled her eyes and smiled as she entered second.
She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't this. There was a circular room, black and white tile, white walls. A reception desk lay at the end, a secretary with short green hair and odd orange glasses with frames that swooped up on the end like airplane wings behind it. Closer were two couches facing each other, a glass table between them. On the far couch, a short man little wider around than one of Ardragas' arms sat. He smiled when he saw the duo enter. "Hello, Leslie, hello, Ardragas. Would you like some tea while we wait for the others?" He waved for his guests to sit.
Post by Fleet Admiral on Mar 31, 2018 23:08:49 GMT
From the island's point of view a pea sized object out in the distance would begin to be discernible from the storm clouds. It would gradually get bigger as it neared the island and also get lower to the sea as it descended from the skies to the surface of the water. When it finally touched the water and the waves settled back to their normal heights, the futuristic warship bearing the symbol of the Symphonian Navy would be recognizable. The ship would switch to lapping the island in a perfect circle rather then approaching it anymore. It's clear the weapons on the ship were armed as some of the visible gun mounts seemed to move and twitch as if being actively operated. Eventually a flicking blue light and several red with white outer glows would leave the ship and head towards the island.
Those lights would become people, specifically Elite Ensign Raikou Kaminari and a squad of Marine Infantry that included one SNCO, two NCO, and six normal grade soldiers. "The ship said the coast was clear except for some small yacht that by scans it was recently in use. The occupants are no where to be seen and can be assumed to be within that structure." one of the NCOs reported. Raikou was already at the brown door mat while the infantry were still moving about the island. He pointed to four of the basics and one of the NCOs for them to follow him. "Chief keep the rest out here." Raikou ordered. Chief replied "Yes sir." Raikou then walked into the tower trailed by the marines each one wiping their boots on the welcome mat before entry.
The infantry aggressively pied(pie) out the room making sure no hostile were present. They identified four people in the room, none of which seemed hostile but they didn't let their guard down. Raikou eyes went from the girl behind the desk to the three people sitting in a pair of coaches. Raikou figuring the marines had the room secure and if they didn't he was already screwed anyway. He strolled over to the couches and took a seat. "Elite Ensign Kaminari, Symphonian Navy, I come to a strange tower and find 4 people already inside it. One of the 4 have to know something about it that I don't know already." He said.
Xun Yuhao ran across the water each step not disturbing the water even slightly. He was unable to afford a boat to take him to the tower so he had no choice but to run. He had to stop several times along the way to recover qi however eventually he was able to learn how to recover qi while he ran. While it was a inferior his normal qi recovery it did have the effect of slowing down his qi consumption while he ran. He saw the island up ahead coming into view and doubled his speed. He didn't like the weather and wanted to get to the tower before it got bad. Up ahead he saw two large ships and wondered if one of them would give him a ride back on the return trip as he didn't like the thought of running the ocean waters again.
As Xun Yuhao made it to the island he allowed stellar qi envelop him as the water and salt was washed off of him. He made his way into the tower while making sure to obey the floor mat and wipe his feet. Once inside he surveyed the area then found a free corner on the floor and started meditating to replenish his qi while also keeping his ears open to listen to any conversations.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Apr 5, 2018 6:59:10 GMT
Leslie and Ardragas awkwardly sat, Leslie leaning her oversized sword against the couch. The woman behind the counter stood and brought over two cups of tea. Leslie took the opportunity to check her for weapons or any signs of powers. Her hair was redder than any Leslie had ever seen, redder than blood or lava or a rose. It made Ardragas' hair look washed out in comparison. Her bangs fell over the top half of her face, blocking her eyes. The rest of her face jutted out beneath the curls, seeming too long for a regular human. It was almost dog-like in appearance. Similarly, her ears looked too pointed and canine. The rest of her body seemed normal, just a busty woman's under a low-cut blouse and red skirt, like a parody of a sexy secretary but for the spiked leather collar around her neck.
Leslie cautiously sniffed the tea. It didn't smell poisoned. In fact, it was very obviously White Mandrake, her favorite brand. "How... did you know what kind of tea I liked?" Leslie asked, the Fomorian beside her already sipping the thin grey mushroom tea in his cup. "We've had this conversation in 353 timelines. I learned the tastes of everybody who shows up in every version of events." The small man explained. Leslie was just more confused by this, but didn't have time to question further before the Symphonia marines came charging in. Leslie and Ardragas jumped to their feet, ready for battle, but the small man waved for them to sit again.
"Schísimo. Get these nice men their drinks, please." The dog-woman nodded and grabbed a tray stacked with hot drinks. "Oh, and the one for Xun. He should be here in a few minutes." The host frowned when Xun immediately walked in. "Early..." He mumbled, looking at a strange watch with too many dials. "You can all sit on the couches, you know." A snap of his fingers and holes opened in the walls, tumbling out couches, one liable to fall on top of Xun if he didn't move. "Oh, sorry, last time you sat over- oh, never mind. Well, this is everybody we're letting through for now, so let's explain."
The short man clapped and a dull red image of the tower appeared over the table. "My name is the Master of Games. A pleasant little cult here summoned me a few months ago when trying to dredge up the demons they worship from the really low levels of hell. I was just hanging out checking out your reality and decided to drop in. Their plans intrigued me, so I promised to help. What plans? Well, that's the fun thing!"
A pentagram appeared under the foundations of the holographic tower. "Turns out, a couple thousand years ago, this island was a fully functioning hellgate. Demons coming in and out all the time. Some people, doesn't really matter who right now, came along and put a stop to that. Now this cult, 1001 Swords if you must know, doesn't like that situation. They like the excitement of having demons around or something, I didn't pay attention to their "thing". More importantly, this tower was their idea to break that seal. They just needed somebody who can alter the boundaries between realities, yours truly fitting the qualifications. So I helped them out, in exchange for a special condition! You guys!"
Little lines divided up the tower, separating it out into floors. "There are 72 floors. Each has a cultist or group of them, special followers of the ruling demon of whatever level of hell their floor is modeled after. Quite proud of my work there. If every one of them is destroyed, the tower goes down. Otherwise, the tower will slowly weaken the barrier and eventually, hell will break loose. Now, any questions?" The Master leaned back on his couch and the tower vanished. He sat with his hands clapped together and an odd, earnest smile on his lips.
The Symphonian warship out at sea picked up Xun as he made his way across the surface of the water. No orders were given to fire upon him, they just let him go right to island for the ground team outside to determine if he was a threat or not. The SNCO, NCO, and two basic grade infantrymen didn't make an attempt to halt Xun's progress as he went right from the shore into the tower. They did try to radio the team inside and found that they couldn't, yet they could communicate with their warship just fine. The SNCO then walked into the tower and several minutes later the other NCO and four basic grade infantrymen walked out. The Marines then returned to the warship lifting off from the island using the flight systems of their armor.
Raikou was already little weirded out by the present company and that increased with the stunt about the coaches. He was also filling with excitement at the task before him and the adventure involved as the Master of Games gave his explanation. At the end he noticed the marines filing out of the Tower room and his SNCO enter, He updated Kou on his course of action and the problem involved with communication outside the Tower via the comms in his suit to the comm unit in Raikou's right ear. Raikou nodded agreeing with the reasoning and course of action taken. The SNCO then explained his plan and role going through the mission before them. Then he briefly stepped out the Tower and came back in again a few minutes later giving Kou a thumbs up that their superiors agree with it.
With that sorted out, Raikou turned his mind back to conversation with the five individuals seated. "We know what happens if we don't clear the tower but what happens if we do? What's the permanent solution to this extra dimensional invasion that you're saying will take place?"
As the seat came falling towards Xun Yuhao he casually in one fluid movement grabbed the edge of the seat as it came falling towards him and flipped over it and kept meditating as it landed on the ground. He opened his eyes and glanced at the "Master of Games" and took the drink that was offered to him. He found it was a sweet tasting wine that instantly refilled his qi. He activated his stellar eyes to try to figure out what exactly was in the wine however he couldn't find anything that would recover his qi. He downed the rest of the wine just as the marine began to ask his questions. He listened intently while making sure to deactivate his eyes to preserve the qi he recovered. He decided to sit normally after recovering his qi as a meditation position was good for recovering qi however it wasn't the most comfortable position to sit in.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Apr 9, 2018 7:21:20 GMT
"If you clear out the demonic influence, the seal will remain intact without their power to weaken it. As for a long-term solution, I'll alter the tower. In layman's terms, one button press will make it into a permanent plug stopping up the dimensional crack." The Master waved dismissively. Did they think he would make this unwinnable? How uncharitable.
"How do we know we can trust you?" Leslie leaned on the couch arm, hostility in her eyes. The Master looked offended, but before he could say anything, Ardragas responded for him. "He had no reason to let us try. I certainly don't think he's on our side, but I trust him here. He has intentions other than destroying our world." The Fomorian rested a hand next to Leslie, but she ignored it to be grouchy in her couch corner. She hadn't properly registered just who was in the tower with them. Symphonia. Militaristic empire of maniacs. She could do without them being here.
"Ardragas is correct. I allowed you to pass through the storm and told you all this for one reason, the same reason I made this tower. Entertainment!" His hands enthusiastically gestured. "Whether you win or lose, what more could I want? Battling floor to floor, fighting for your lives, the Swords fighting for theirs! Your relationships emerging, rivalries and friendships growing, what a story! I have every reason to play fair." He stood, eyes blinking away for just a split second to become black voids full of galaxies of dancing light. Schísimo a button on the back wall and with a rumble, the wall opened, showing an elevator's interior.
"Going up." She grumbled in a gruff, growly voice not dissimilar to a trash disposal unit in a kitchen drain. "Oh, let them stay a while if they wish. You're going with them as a guide, so get changed." The Master tossed a red and black outfit to her and she grumbled, changing without any sign of modesty in front of the whole room. She ended up in what looked like tough motorcyclist armor, tough red plates on a black substrate. A cat of 9 tails hung at her tip, leather disturbingly close to a Caucasian skin tone and writhing on its own, monstrous canines worked into the ends as barbs. "Unlike me, she's actually from Hell. She can tell you a little about each layer." MOG explained while Schísimo twitched with irritation.
As crazy as it sounded, it was enough to actually be believable to Raikou. Raikou's observed the woman with the large sword, the meditating man, and the Fomorian along with his SNCO. This is all he has towards stopping an interdimensional invasion. Raikou went over those facts in his mind, he made his way over to the elevator. "We have our orders," he said to his SNCO. "You guys in or you out, do you believe in a pre mission meeting. I assume we are working together on this." He said to the other three challengers of this tower. Raikou eyed the outfit of Schisimo from up close, based on the Master of Games words she is from Hell. That is probably real human skin she is wearing as clothing. She will probably be the most uncomfortable guide ever, judging by her being irritated already.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on May 23, 2018 4:19:24 GMT
"I don't see any option but cooperation." Leslie sighed and set her helmet on her skull. Working with Symphonians was a slightly less dreadful prospect than letting demons overrun the planet. "Of course we'll work with you! Never turn down an ally!" Ardragas enthusiastically offered a hand to shake. "I'm Ardragas, and this is Leslie Bone." He gestured to the knight beside him and she sighed again. "Sir Bone." She corrected as she extended her own hand, eying the Symphonian crew at large until her eyes found Xun in the corner.
Oh come on. Not this guy. She and Xun had met before, on the expedition where Albion discovered Bunkertown and exposed its inhabitants to the surface. They had clashed the whole way, Xun's arrogance and overly loud nature grinding on her the whole way. She couldn't deny his fighting skills were real. He used his sword in ways no Albion knight would think of. Aside from that though, he was worthless, an annoying bastard with no foresight and less filter. "Hey, Xun! Good to see you!" Ardragas called out to the man in the corner, leaving Jun to simply grunt in annoyance and get in the elevator.
Schísimo waited for everybody to pile into the small space, which seemed to grow to fit the occupants as they entered. The moment everybody was in, she jammed the only button the elevator seemed to have, marked with an upwards-facing arrow. Leslie thought it odd to climb upwards into hell. It was unsettling, more so than their actual destination. There was a wrongness to it. She shuffled into Ardragas and held her sword tight.
After what seemed like forever, the elevator door slid open and the crew disembarked. The elevator slid into the ground, vanishing from sight. "Fight the disciple of Andromalius to progress." Schísimo looked out at the landscape with an odd whistfulness. "From here." She muttered as she stepped aside. There wasn't much to see, but what there was made Leslie's skin crawl. It was like a hallway in a prison, with cells on both sides. But it was less a hallway than a city. Leslie stretched her neck to see the top of the cell stacks, but the dangerously wavy walls seemed to stretch into infinity.
A thick grime coated everything, from the bars to the naked, nearly skeletal figures Leslie could dimly see in the backs of the cages. "There's people in there!" Leslie remarked, staring in horror at the miserable figures that huddled in filthy corners Instinctively, Ardragas reached out for a bar to see if he could yank it away and free the tortured souls within. "Wait, don't-" Leslie was too late to stop him from touching it and an electric shock ran through his body. He tried to pull away, but his charged fingers clenched tighter on the current-carrying bar. Leslie dove forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a final tug that broke him free. They collapsed in a slightly-smouldering heap at Schísimo's feet. "Let sinful suffer." She growled through her sharpened fangs.
Lying on her back, Leslie could see figures flying overhead. Things like Schísimo, she realized. One spiraled down to rest on a catwalk between cells, crouching like a gargoyle on the railing. She wore the same armor and tough collar, but she was shorter and thinner, giving the impression of youth. Drool dripped to the ground as she observed the group, sniffing the air for their scent. Her black hair didn't cover her eyes like Schísimo's, exposing bestial orbs without a spark of humanity to them, just animal curiosity.
Post by Fleet Admiral on May 24, 2018 16:00:09 GMT
"Elite Ensign Kaminari, and that's Chief Caldwell." Raikou responded to their introductions. He gave Ardagas a firm hand shake before everyone filled into the elevator. The Chief kept close to Raikou although his armor made being near him quite uncomfortable. That wasn't nearly as bad as what the elevator opened up to reveal. It was a grimey cell block straight from Hell it seems complete with demons swarming above. What was particularly bad was that his comrades were already letting him down as they walked right into a trap, seems the bars of the cells were electrified. Raikou and the Chief walked over the almost fried comrades continuing deeper in the level.
Yuhao took Ardragas's hand and laughed at seeing a old friend. "Good to see you again we must have a drink together after this," he declared as he also boarded the elevator. While he rode the elevator he used his time to examine his companions. While a few he did recognize there were a few he didn't. The ones he didn't he quickly put out of his mind as there was no guarantee that they would live past the first obstacle. That said the demoness guiding them did pique his interest a bit as seeing a race that wasn't one commonly found on Earth.
That said Yuhao was awakened from his musing when the elevator stopped and opened up to a nightmare prison. He watched in interest as Ardragas and Leslie were burnt from the electric cage and as another demoness appeared above them. Calmly Yuhao walked over to the smoldering duo and placed his hands on their shoulders and began to pour stellar qi into their bodies to heal them slightly enough to keep get them going. "That was a very shocking experience for the two of you I believe. While doing this and having his back to the demoness he also released a Stellar Field around himself in an attempt to bait her into attacking him and falling into his trap.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on May 29, 2018 19:52:38 GMT
Leslie and Ardragas stood, feeling Yuhao's qi run through them. They were only slightly burnt on the surface and that little damage was quickly scrubbed away by stellar power. His attempt to bait the demon wasn't so effective. She seemed to be chatting with Schísimo. The two barked at each other, words that didn't seem more than growls and snarls. "Thanks. Now what the hell is she talking about?" Leslie looked at Schísimo with suspicious eyes. "Andromalius disciple this way. Sister will lead." Their demon guide pointed ahead. The other took off, flying ahead.
As they walked, Schísimo glanced back. "Lucky. Not sinful enough Furies attack. All sinful, all deserve torture, but Furies have better targets." She looked up at other demons like her walking besides the cells, sometimes lashing those within with their barbed whips. Leslie saw Ardragas' expression and grabbed his hand. A gentle squeeze told her he wasn't going to cause trouble. Not here. They couldn't help the people here, but now they knew the stakes if these things were released upon the world.
Schísimo grew more anxious along the path, constantly glancing behind her. "Smell greater sins. Much greater. Many murders, ambition to do more." She roughly pawed at and sniffed everybody in the group, but didn't seem to find what she was looking for. "Is disciple? Maybe, maybe is." She held her head low as they approached the end of the hallway of cells, entering an opening. It was an intersection for these rows of cells, more winding paths branching away from this central clearing. In the center there was a single tiny cage, so badly rusted that one end of it sagged steeply. Crammed into it was a human figure, his body compressed so his knees were over his head.
"Hey! You there! I'm the Disciple of Andromalius!" The cage rattled from its inhabitant's struggles. "I know what you're here for, but hear me out. The Furies trapped me in here! They're insane!" Schísimo nodded approvingly after sniffing the air. "He belong in there." She confirmed. "Stupid crazy bitches! We serve the same master and they do this to me! Release me and I'll surrender! I don't want to fight for these things!" The caged man angrily rattled the bars. "Looks like this cult didn't know what they were getting into." Leslie couldn't help but smirk as she crouched in front of the cage. "Who holds the keys to your prison?" She asked. "Her." He pointed behind her.
Leslie turned to see a fury staring down at the group from a catwalk above. She was like Schísimo in size and shape, and armored even heavier, with a fanged and antlered skull over her head. "Yes. I put there. Where humans belong. What do about it?" She dangled a rusted key ring in front of the group, jangling it in mockery. "I lock away other humans too when I win. Prideful, fornicators, uncaring! All will be locked away until the end of time!" She jumped down and drew her whip, its many ends writhing like they lived. Schísimo stepped aside, leaving the people from outside alone against her.
It wasn't there place in this situation to determine if what the Furies were doing was wrong or right. Raikou wondered why Schisimo was speaking so oddly even when speaking English. When they came to the cage and disciple of Andromalius, Raikou felt like just shoving his sword through the bars and impaling him. They said he belonged in there and he just admitted to serving the demon Andromalius. As far as Raikou was concerned they just served the disciple up on a silver platter. Raikou drew his blade and pointed it at the cage, he was going to kill him before he heard something speaking and land behind the group. He sighed out of annoyance before hyping himself up for the fight ahead.
Yuhao's glare hardened at the sights he saw around him. His stellar field shrank and became visible and the color of a violent red star. While on the outside he appeared rather calm the aura he was giving off and the anger in his eyes revealed his real feelings. while he did believe that those that followed evil should be punished he did not believe in this barbaric torture. He slowly drew his sword from its sheath and let the tip fall to the ground as if he was leaving himself open. That said this was actually a defensive stance of the Stellar Sword and was one that he was taught at the beginning of his training.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Jun 9, 2018 7:58:42 GMT
"So few words, humans! Afraid you may incriminate yourselves? Do not worry, for I can smell your every sin!" The fury exploded forward, lashing out her whip for Raikou. Most of the barbed ends went for his body, but two reached for his sword, trying to entangle it and pull it away. She lashed out her free hand to slash at Yuhao's face, trying to tear it away. "Do you think you could just pry the cage open?" Leslie asked Ardragas. She looked back at the cage and found Schísimo sitting atop it. "Okay, never mind. You want this fight?" She looked at the fury's whip with disinterest. It wasn't a suitable weapon for a knight to counter. "Always. I am your opponent as well, devil!" He heartily announced as he lunged into melee range.
Post by Fleet Admiral on Jun 10, 2018 14:09:09 GMT
The first thing Raikou did was jump back a few feet leaving some sparks of electricity where he was once standing. As he glided backwards he did an Iaijutsu still draw that unleashed a torrent lightning slash projection. The attack would not only parry the strands of the whip but continue onward towards the Fury's body. Raikou then moved from his spot to the extreme right of the group to the extreme left. He moved in a crescent trajectory to other side so that his next attack would come from a Blindspot creating by using the group as a screen. He fired two lightning missiles from his hand that curved up and over the group, honing in onto the Fury. Their guiding indicator was Raikou himself using his electroreception. He hoped this would at least push her back and create openings for the other's attacks.
Yuhao flipped over the attack and launched a stellar Wave at the Fury. He followed it up by jumping off one of the cages and delivering a overhead attack towards the Fury's neck. He finished up the combo by switching his sword to left hand and preparing for the next barrage. "Come," he declared waiting for the next onslaught as he shifted his weight back and forth between his legs trying to throw the Fury off on what direction he would move next.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Jun 18, 2018 1:36:09 GMT
"You are one who enjoys combat far too much!" The fury yelled as she took a kidney punch from Ardragas. She readied a hand to strike at him, but Raikou's lightning flowed through them both. The fury howled and stumbled, but Ardragas stood unharmed, stance grounding him enough that he only showed a few singed marks on his skin for the lightning strike while the fury's hair was on fire. "The heat of lightning will never outdo the flames I was forged in!" She screamed before Xun's stellar slash struck her face, shattering the skull over her face and making her stumble back. "Graaaaaahhhh! My trophy! You shall be skinned and hung by your feet over the coals!" Newly exposed eyes, a uniform blood red, glared at Xun Yuhao as she raised her hand in defense. His sword glanced off her armor as black flames spiraled up to her palm.
She thrust her hand at him and black flames poured forth like water from a fire hose. She swept her hand back and forth over the crowd, forcing Leslie to duck behind an overturned cage for safety. Schísimo completely ignored the flames as they rolled off her like water off wax paper. Anybody else who touched them would find that more than their flesh burnt. Their body would become less capable of controlling a burn limb, while their good will and positive emotions seemed also fuel for the fire. Any lightning or ki thrown out would just be devoured as well. "Hellfire. Very common here." Schísimo casually remarked.
Raikou's electroreception allowed him to see his surroundings in 360 degree sixth sense rendering. As the hellfire came he saw Leslie had taken cover and then used his short ranged teleportation follow her lead using the same overturned cage for cover. "DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY GOOD IDEAS?" Raikou yelled over the noise of the hellfire. He thought about trying to use warhead with one of the cages or thrusting his blade to kill the disciple of Andromalius and then fleeing to the next floor. He definitely couldn't think of anything on his own to get around the hellfire that had to do with actually getting around the hellfire.
Yuhao flipped over the flames then jumped from cage to cage dodging. He threw out several stellar slashes as he ran but each one proved ineffective. Eventually he landed behind cover right beside Leslie and sheathed his blade. "Yeah we could each take turns battling her or at least dodging while the others recover stamina. Maybe we can whittle down her stamina if we move quick and don't give her time to recover," Yuhao suggested as he created a star in the palm of his hand that was only the size of a marble. While the star still had the same power output of a normal star it didn't have as much available energy and wouldn't last as long. He quickly threw out the star and let it dodge around the flames attempting to hit a place that wasn't coated in flames.