Yakuroro had been intending on using his magic in order to deal with the lizardmen and whatever it was that was shifting around near them. As the two beasts spoke back and forth, Yakuroro considered the ways he could have gone about it. Drowning them both was a possibility considering their close proximity, he could also use Cymatic magic to send a near invisible spell down range that could liquify one of the archers. A number of choices ran through the Imuchakk's mind but all of them had a flaw that he was not comfortable with. Each course of action consumed a hefty sum of magoi and would exhaust the magician's supply by a considerable amount unless he got lucky and managed to take all three foes out with a single spell. If the trap from before had told Yaku anything it was that luck was not on his side within this dungeon.
There was only one course of action the King Candidate could take which would not plague him with undue fatigue. Ironically, it was to make use of the most powerful tool within his arsenal. The Imuchakk blinked, his eyes falling shut representing the mask he wore being torn down. When they opened from the instant of darkness an entirely different atmosphere accompanied his visage. A regal presence spilled out from Yakuroro as he stepped forward casually commenting to Ani as he walked past her in a slow and methodic manner.
"Watch carefully Ani. This is the true prize waiting for you at the end of this dungeon." Everything would be different about the magician's voice than normal. The friendly farce was replaced by a depth of authority and stoic calm. But most of all, the
weight of the man's speech carried with it a tone that seemed to demand the world around him listened intently.
"O' Djinn of Mischief and Deceit! Let my will bend reality and grant me the power to fool even the wise! "Yakuroro began to chant as he advanced fearlessly even as the beasts sicked their worm on Hoyo and loosed poisoned arrows towards he and his allies. The magician ignored the shot as it reached him in the middle of his speech only to be deflected by a sudden bubble of hardened magoi that formed around his body. The
borg cracked from the impact of the arrow but it held firm as Yakuroro poured magoi into the ring upon his hand.
"Dwell in my body and let your power be unleashed!"Light shone from the King's metal vessel at his finger before wrapping his entire body in a
djinn's power. The light faded revealing the Imuchakk's transformation into an imposing figure of deception and power. Clad in strange armor, head cloaked by the dancing flicker of unnatural flame-like shadow. The magic tools and clothing Yakuroro wore were replaced by the adornments of Marax and a horned greatsword that was producing the same shadowy aura. Six gleaming eyes peered out from the shadow observing as the worm charged and Ani impored Spayce to show them that
All The Worm Got was an intimidating gimmick of being able to burrow and nothing more.
Another arrow was loosed towards Yakuroro but the King Candidate effortlessly
deflected it with a shift of his greatsword. The djinn equipped Imuchakk then flew overhead looking down to see how Ani and Hoyo were doing. Assuming the Jackal did his job and Hoyo succeded in pinning the worm in place, Yakuroro would speed downwards
stabbing his greatsword through the sandy earth and into the worm. Following this, he would ascend into the air once more and begin flying towards the archers at full speed. With an advanced flight speed, the Imuchakk would swerve left and right making it hard to aim at him accurately as he closed the 15m distance between them in just over a second. Once he was close enough, Yakuroro would raise the greatsword overhead and
attack by descending with a vertical slash to the lizardman on the right.
Simultaneously, a
clone of the attack would appear at its origin point overhead causing a phantom of Yakuroro indistinguishable from the original to descend to the left
attacking the other lizardman.
Magoi: 195/300
- Abilities:
That all you got~ Spayce stands proud blocking up to B-tier damage at 10m/s.
Passive Effect: When non-ability attacks are performed using Marax's weapon, a perfect illusory copy of the user is formed at its point of origin. This copy then takes a different trajectory effectively making it seem like the user is attacking twice in one instant. The copy can deal damage equal to the weapons tier, but unlike the real weapon, it can't clash with abilities and is treated like a "normal" attack. The speed and dimensions are all equivalent to the original attack being copied. In addition, the attack itself does not double the damage value and instead merely applies equal damage value in two places. For example, an enemy requiring B-tier damage to defeat can't be taken out with a single attack from the C-rank weapon equip simply because of this effect.
Djinn: Marax
Type: Longsword
Theme: Perfect Illusion | Light + Sound
Chant: "O' Djinn of Mischief and Deceit! Let my will bend reality and grant me the power to fool even the wise! Dwell in my body and let your power be unleashed!"
Flight: 15m/s
Cost: 20 on cast; 10 per post
Cool-Down: 8 posts
Appearance: The full Djinn Equip of Marax gives the user a rather menacing visual appearance. Their skin turns blue like that of a djinn and their body becomes clad in a dark purple armor. The head is covered in dark purple shadows making it impossible to see ones face save for six glowing eyes turned 90 degrees like the third eye most djinn possess. The weapon that comes with the djinn equip grows to be a total of 7 feet long with 1 foot dedicated to the handle. The illusory haze that was once surrounding the blade is replaced by the dark purple shadows covering the user's head. These shadows rise off the edge of the sword which now has jagged bits sticking out almost reminiscent of the branches on a rampaging unicorn horn.