Red Rock Part 2| Chronus vs Red Rock Pirates

After a hard day of work, it was best to relax at night. Or so the saying goes.
Ghost was still in recovery and had no plans of even coming out of the ship.
It was all up to his elites now. As Rais was all healed up from an earlier attack. That did not do too much. He would be the first one to come off the ship. As the crew of his did not help set up camp. But still, they did not have intentions of ever helping to begin with. Next up it would be Mya as the little one walked off the ship. She would look around and head for the food.
As it was getting cooked and she was getting hungry. So with a small amount of energy, she would be on her way. Last but not least there was Moka. The personal shield of his Majesty.

If she did not know you then you did not get close to Ghost and that was final.
She said not a word as she sat on the shoulder of the ship. Taking in the fresh air.
But the true main event would lift his five heads from the ocean itself. It was none other than Ghidorah. A powerful sea beast if not the most powerful of the lots and he swore his motto ghost himself.
If one was to look closer they could see him sniffing around the air.
As he had his nose eyes looking at the food and that was when Mya started to throw the meat at him. As he slowly but surely caught each and everyone one of them. However, it was far from enough and he would return to the sea. Keep in mind that he was a five-headed beast and was 50 meters tall and STILL was growing.


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Spoiler:

Name: The Nisean Horse
Tier: A-tier
Type: Magic Artifact, Metal Horse
Magic Type: Metal
Appearance: This is a 3 meter height and 5 meters long made out of what appears to be a various assortment of metal that was twisted and melded to form a beautiful sculpture of a noble steed.
Function:

• Shah’s steed: For 20 magoi to activate | 10 to sustain, the steed comes to life moving at A tier speeds and able to deal A tier damage with its hooves.
  
  
• King’s Huma: For 20 magoi to activate | 10 to sustain, the stead transforms into the form of a large mythical bird called a huma, its wingspan becoming 6 meters and capable of A tier flight. It is capable of carrying up to 4 people at once.
  
  
• Ruler's Regalia: For 20 magoi to activate | 10 to sustain, the metal beast changes into its final form resembling a suit of persian armor that has A tier durability and gives the user the ability to use A tier damage. Once destroyed it will revert back to its original form but be unable to be used for the rest of the thread.
  

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Trait Name: Memory of the Mountain
Trait Tier: Omega
Trait Requirement:SoS
Trait Description: Through the shard of Solomon and the memory of animation magic from Ghost's family he has called upon ancient spells from his ancestor, allowing his will to continue temporarily after death.
Trait Effect: The user gets 5 free animation magic spells (still require a staff) and if their character dies a spell casted through their body allows them to revive tying their life force to their staff requiring them to pay 40 magoi at the beginning of each thread in order to stay alive

Being fond of dry land was something Humayra would always admit to. Her lack of knowhow when it came to her capacity to stay afloat in anything deeper than her shoulders was an area of concern she hadn’t yet reconciled. Perhaps it was her Fanalis pride that kept her from seeking the lessons one required in order to swim adequately through deeper waters, or perhaps it was simply the girl convincing herself she wouldn’t need the skills and didn’t feel the need to trouble others over things they might perceive as trivial. Regardless, Humayra was more than just a little overjoyed to be off the ocean spritzed decks of Gero’s ship and to have her feet touch upon solid ground once again. Cozying up to the fire the Fanalis breathed an audible sigh of relief. Sure it was a mission and there wouldn’t be much time for her to relax but the warmth of a fire, however brief, beat the cold and salty air of the sea any day.

Looking around the campfire, Humayra picked from the pocket of her robes, a loaf of bread she’d earlier stored away. The lands were tainted and not even the food could be trusted, thankfully the edible reserves on Gero’s ship could tide them all over until they’d returned. She hadn’t had much inkling for sating her hunger while aboard the ship, but now the young Fanalis girl chose to use the brief time before engagement to stuff herself full with edible grains. Humayra ate in haste, her teeth sinking into the loaf in her hands before tearing away chunks at a time. Each severed piece of bread descended into the pit of the girl’s stomach without an ounce of hesitation.
Aside from the Black golden robes Humayra had on, she’d also opted to bring along Gift of Freedom, a knife which served as a reminder to the girl that not all good deeds end up going unrewarded. Abir Al-Sadek had stayed behind to tend his own goals on Humayra’s order. Though he owed her a debt of gratitude, there was no need for him to follow her around everywhere she went. Sure he’d been a slave like her but the girl wouldn’t abide him treating her like his newfound master, at least not all of the time.

Were the smoke signals working? Humayra wondered, Looking around at the others beside the fire while popping the last of her reserve of bread into her mouth and swallowing it down with a guaranteed-to-be-pure source of water.

Gift Of Freedom:

The Emira's Robes:

WC: 440

Mya would be sitting down and eating. It was not the best meal as she would rather have fried rice her favorite.
As she looked on she would hear what the older man have to say. Then she would slowly reply to him the best she could. With her soft-spoken yet dreadful voice.
"That giant beast over there is a friend of ours. He is also my Ohana, he is shy but that's all I can say about that." Soon she would drink the last of her water as she was asked about Ghost and how he was doing. This nearly caused her to upchuck on her water.
But she was able to catch herself and just as she was about to answer him.

A stranger would appear but she was no stranger. Well at least to Ghost. As she was his partner back at the arena.

This same thing would catch Moka's attention as she walked over to see what was going on. Stopping and then telling the black robe-wearing girl. " Well well well look what the wind then blew in. It's been a while how have you been?

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Humayra’s attention drew away from the last of her bread and the water she’d downed, moving to view the voice that now spoke to her in a discerning undertone of recognition. “Moka”, Humayra spoke her own recognition. “Yeah, it has been a while, hasn’t it.” She nodded and offered Moka a warm smile. “Not since the arena I think it was…?” Humayra’s thoughts happily recalled the arena fights. No holds barred, just straight up fight to win a reward. Rest, recover, and repeat. The thrill of fighting another just for the sake of fighting was something Humayra came to enjoy. Such encounters were far more uplifting than pretty much any of the more serious fighting she’d engaged in over the weeks, and months, and even years before and after finding her own freedom.
Fighting to maintain that freedom had become something of an obligation that Humayra had grasped onto and refused to let go of. In those situations one didn’t have the luxury of enjoying anything about the process as it often meant opposing others who held vastly conflicting ideals to her own. They wanted their slaves and they didn’t care how they obtained them. Humayra wanted to keep her freedom. In the end someone always ended up dying and thus far she’d managed to maintain her stance as the one doing the killing. One thing the young Fanalis hadn’t been willing to grant her oppressive opponents the right to were their lives. Why should she grant them the comfort of knowing they could dip out only to have them regroup and yet again come back in greater force and numbers to challenge her freedoms?
“I still don’t think I’m very fond of boats” Humayra distastefully uttered in an attempt to continue the conversation. Boats, Ships… The things did hardly anything to distract the girl from the knowledge that beneath the tar sealed wooden boards under her feet, lay tens of thousands of gallons of water ready to swallow her up at a moment’s notice…

WC: 359 / TTL WC: 799

Moka was happy to see her old-time friend doing well and not. Still at a low point. But as she was about to say something she would then say to her. However, she was cut off as the moonlight started to shine down on the small group. Moka would hear what the old man said to her.
It was not pretty at all, to say the least.
Did he just say that so suddenly as if it was nothing?
She would stand up as she took her weapon.
Looking at the old man and would have a simple look on her face.
It was a disgusted one and she was not happy.
"The way you just said that as if life meant nothing to you. Old man, I need to know just what are you playing at?"

As she said that she would simply get up and start to walk towards the woods or forest. As she had a thought in her head.
It was something to be concerned about.
As she looked on she would start to scan the area. As it was time to throw down. However Moka in her head she had to be concerned for the old man.
He was the one to simply end life and did not think twice about it. Moka would then think about Ghost and what he would have done and such a situation.
She had so many things to say to the people here and one of them was to not kill without reason if there was ever any reason.

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“You’re serious? You want me to… dig a hole…? Humayra locked eyes with Gero, bestowing him with her confusion while trying her best to understand what his intentions were. Why would he send her, the Fanalis, to do menial work when she could serve the situation much more efficiently as a frontline combatant? On top of that wouldn’t it have made more sense to eliminate the threat first before trying to build a nesting place for his beast? Either way Humayra shrugged. She’d do the work she’d been given to do even if she didn’t wholly agree with the arrangement.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Humayra followed after Moka. ”I know he seemed to intend for us to split up and divide the tasks between fighting the enemy and digging a hole but I think it would make more sense for us to secure the area first before attempting to build or construct anything.” A suggestion, and an offer to help Moka fight off the enemy. Humayra couldn’t admit to being very familiar with how Moka would fight in a real life or death situation but she also didn’t feel right leaving Moka to handle all of the enemies. “I’ll help you fight. Once we’ve secured the beach then I’ll work on the task Gero gave me to complete.” There was a grim determination emanating from Humayra’s eyes and words as she spoke. The young Fanalis held to an understanding about foes. “It shouldn’t matter who they are, if the guys out there want to be our enemies then they’ve sealed their fates and we should  deal with them accordingly. The only way we are going to achieve our goals in this moment is to strike while the iron is hot and give the enemy no quarter.” Humayra’s words held a dark truth to them. She’d once been a meek slave, obeying every order without question. All of that had officially ended the day the Fanalis girl had chosen to mercilessly snuff out the life of her former master.

WC: 367
TTL WC: 1,166

Dig a hole, that was the general order. Gero did a little bit more in order to explain to Humayra the reason for his order. He held confidence in Moka’s ability to fight alone against the enemy closing in on their position. It wouldn’t be long before they were on top of the camp but if Moka could deal with them as swiftly as Gero determined she could, then Humayra had little reason to refuse his earlier request to start digging a hole.

Humayra understood, though what she didn’t get was why the hole needed to be so large. Gero’s prized creature Emma was scarcely two meters in length yet he wanted a hole six meters across. Would she really need all of that room for nesting? Maybe ant monsters were different. Humayra had seen plenty of bird nests in trees and they hardly had more room than what the birds often needed in order to sit snugly within them.

”Well I guess that’s alright if you think Moka can handle herself.” Humayra squared her shoulders and returned to the location Gero had pointed out for her to start digging. Though she came around and properly followed Gero’s direction at this time, there was a hint of disgruntled disappointment in the Fanalis girl’s acknowledgement. Was she, a Fanalis, really being fully utilized in this situation? They were known for their strength and ferocity in battle and to put a Fanalis to work digging holes just didn’t seem like a very practical thing to do… Either way Humayra glanced at the strange white ant before setting her sights to moving earth as only a Fanalis could for the soon to be army maker.

WC: 297
TTL: 1,463

"Don't you there go out and get into any trouble. I don't got time to play back up You understand?" Moka would be in her head as she heard her King speak to her.
But he has been acting a bit strange as of late. He has been staying to himself and not talking to anyone.
As she opened her eyes she would be standing there. As the four pirates would be 30 meters away from her. It would be a shame that they could not talk this out as Ghost would have. But Moka is a bit more of a rowdy type.
Soon the first pursue would rush towards her. Moka would be smiling as she braced herself. The Pirate would tower over poor little Moka as he came at her with his Cutlasses Strike.
This was a very simple move and it did damage that would make someone take a sit. Moka.would have a smile on her face as she used her Dancing Sun attack on him. This move was simple all on its own.


As the pirate came in for the attack using his first swing.
She did a simple side step and counter it with a swing of her own. Their size and fame are what truly sealed the deal. As when she sidestepped she had plenty of space to end him with a swing of her on. This takes out the first pirate.

This was interesting, to say the least as the pirates saw what just happened to their friend. Moka on the other hand welcomes more and more of the fighting to come. Soon enough the next pirate would come at her.
As Moka started to swing her weapon at him. He would not be so light as his fallen friend was.
Using his Parry attack he was able to dodge Moka's incoming strikes. Strikes that would have taken him out of the fight. As Moka was pushed back. This was the perfect time. To get her out of the game including the redhead she was with. Soon enough the three would use their Fire Shot at them. Bullets would be sent flying at them and if hit it would C Tier
Damage.
As it looked all over for Moka and her friend. A giant ten-meter horse would appear right in front of them. As it blocked the incoming Bullets from hitting the girls. It was Ghost

The Nisean Horse and with it Ghost would walk up by the Girls and he would look at Moka.
With a clean look on his face, he would give her a soft smile and then would say to her. "Moka that war mindset of yours is gonna get you six feet deep one day you understand?" As she couldn't even look him right in the eyes. Ghost would look back to his magical artifact and get on it. As Mya would run up it would be her that went to get Ghost.

As he looked on at the pirates he would then say to them. "You've all been in enough pain come and join me. Let us walk the oath of healing together." But pirates would-be pirates. As they would be enraged at what just happened.
Tried as they might they stood no chance against Ghost. As he would be too fast for any of them to keep up. With the second pirate, he was on him way too fast and would be kicked dealing A-tier damage to him. Ghost would look on and then give a smile to his dear friend Humayra
"My my my it's been too long. Far too long I was wondering what you have been up to."

As Ghost was speaking this led to the third pirate trying to sneak him. However, he was quick to strike first being faster and stronger. This took out the third pirate and Ghost would simply laugh it off. As he looked on he would then say to his dear old friend. "Say what are you doing playing in the dirt? Give me a hand will ya and take down this last bandit guy he is scaring me. Moka stand down will ya you did enough."
Moka would simply bow as she said in response to him
"Yes, Your Majesty...I mean Big Brother Ghost."

As ghost watched Moka fight. He would be all smiles and not at the fighting but at how far she came. "Moka I'm glad you understand that true happiness comes from within."


Wc737/2000
TWC1,501/2,000

Spoiler:

“Digging holes apparently.” Humayra commented resentfully. Here Ghost came in riding atop a sturdy horse, kicking pirates into oblivion after she’d humbled herself to the digging in the dirt… It had been a while. Humayra couldn’t help but crack a small grin at Ghost’s appearance. If anyone could save her from menial labor it would be him. In the next moment, the girl’s assumptions came true as Ghost presented her an opportunity to show her combat prowess against the final remaining pirate. Ghost feigning fear didn’t pass Humayra’s notice however she didn’t mind. This was a chance to give the pirate scum its proper burial, she saw no reason to make petty comments about how Ghost could have just as easily finished off the last man standing.

Sharply jabbing her digging implement into the ground, Humayra jumped out of the hole she’d been digging and came forward to face the pirate. Despite abandoning the hole, it was obvious to anyone around that the Fanalis girl had made quick work of the soil and had already satisfactorily fulfilled Gero’s request to dig a hole large enough for his white ant.  ”Thank you for giving me this opportunity to properly stretch my muscles.” Humayra approached, stretching out her arms well above her head. Seemingly displeased with the turn of events and how his companions had been treated, the pirate glared menacingly at Humayra. Ghost was taunting him to have him fight a girl and it irked the pirate so greatly that veins pulsed in his forehead. At second glance however, the pirate’s state of mind changed. This one wasn’t like the other girl. No, this Humayra girl had crimson red hair and eyes…! “A Fanalis!” The pirate uttered fearfully.

”Mhm, and you are to be my opponent.” Humayra noted, continuing to approach the pirate who tentatively chose to take a step back while brandishing his weapon at the Fanalis Girl. “If you begin running now, I’ll give you a head start.” Humayra taunted. She’d have preferred a fully engaged opponent but perhaps that was too much to ask of someone who’d already witnessed the entirety of his party getting smacked around with relative ease.

“Y-You’ll regret setting foot on our lands!” The pirate shouted before turning tail to run.

“Tch…” Humayra’s mood became ruined the moment the pirate chose to flee for his life instead of fight, however there would be no avoiding conflict today. Logic of the situation dictated that if the man was allowed to run, he’d simply call for backup. Weak or not, he could potentially call upon a much larger force which would prove to be a great hassle for their group later on. Also if he managed to come back with a large armed force while Gero’s ant queen attempted to nest, it would leave her in an unfavorably vulnerable state. So Humayra paused a moment, allowing the man to gain some distance before actually picking up the pursuit. Breaking into a barefoot run across the landscape. Swift as a horse, Humayra closed the distance. The pirate was fast on his feet, but no human could run as fast as a horse like a Fanalis could. Ten meters behind her target, Humayra would let out a battle cry before Leaping into the air towards her target. Startled, and realizing he couldn’t outrun the Fanalis girl, the pirate turned about, brandishing his weapon.
“Wha-?” Confused and confounded, the pirate looked behind him and saw a sight, or rather he saw nothing. The Fanalis girl wasn’t behind him?

What the pirate failed to notice was the Fanalis girl brandishing her right fist and delivering a blow square against the top of his skull as she performed a Crashing Wave Maneuver. The pirate’s neck snapped forward and his head slammed into the ground with full kinetic force as if it were a projectile careening out of control. Humayra’s C-Tier ability would deal B-Tier damage thanks to the girl’s Fanalis strength. Eventually the pirate’s body would catch up with the rest of him and fall limp to the ground.

Leap:

Crashing Wave:

Stamina (After skills): 165/195

WC: 678
TTL: 2,141