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Sekhmet Full Round Action: Coup de Grace. The automatic critical hit is DC 27. Tzitzimitl Toughness Save vs. DC 27: Roll(1d20)+10: 6,+10 Total:16 via Dungeons & Dragons Dice Roller Sekhmet Extra Effort: Surge. Standard Action: Charge Entangled Tzitzimitl. Roll(1d20)+9: 13,+9 Total:22 via Dungeons & Dragons Dice Roller Tzitzimitl Toughness Save vs. DC 22: Roll(1d20)+9: 1,+9 Total:10 via Dungeons & Dragons Dice Roller 18 - Sekhmet - Uninjured, Lioness Form, Extra Effort 17 - Nick Cimitiere - Uninjured, 4HP 15 - Fleur de Joie - Uninjured, 3 HP 15 - Tiamat - Uninjured, Dragon Form, -2 Defense 14 - Tzitzimimeh x3 - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1, Staggered, Dazed, Entangled 14 - Tzitzimimeh x3 - Bound (+8 Toughness) 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1, Dazed 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered, Dazed, Bound (+8 Toughness) 14 - Gaian Knight - Uninjured, 2 HP 10 - Set - Uninjured, 5HP 6 - Comrade Frost - Uninjured, 1HP X - Tzitzimitl x1 - Dead, Bound (+15 Toughness) Movement Speed is Quartered
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Bound Tzitzimitl Toughness Save vs. DC 29: Roll(1d20)+10: 8,+10 Total:18 via Dungeons & Dragons Dice Roller 18 - Sekhmet - Uninjured, Lioness Form 17 - Nick Cimitiere - Uninjured, 4HP 15 - Fleur de Joie - Uninjured, 3 HP 15 - Tiamat - Uninjured, Dragon Form, -2 Defense 14 - Tzitzimimeh x3 - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimimeh x3 - Bound (+8 Toughness) 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered, Bound (+15 Toughness) 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1, Entangled 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1, Dazed 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered, Dazed, Bound (+8 Toughness) 14 - Gaian Knight - Uninjured, 2 HP 10 - Set - Uninjured, 5HP 6 - Comrade Frost - Uninjured, 1HP
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As the melee erupted about him, Set watched plants spread like wildfire, mythical beasts taking flight and the very earth hurling itself with furious intent. Ducking reflexively the godling paused for a beat at the immensity of the scene before breaking out into raucous laughter that could be heard even over the roaring din of battle. "I had forgotten how exciting this realm was!" the youthful deity crowed, cracking the knuckles of each hand and loosening his shoulders purposefully. "A fitting return for the sovereign of storms!" Set raised both arms as he spoke and the winds about the battlefield responded to his gesture, whipping up into veritable gale that tugged at Comrade Frost's suit jacket and blew Gaian Knight's coat out behind him. The airborne tzitzimimeh screeched savagely as their wings struggled to keep them in place. While the winds were indiscriminate in their force it was difficult not to notice that they stopped abruptly at the edge of the fighting, keeping the combatants separated from those civilians still in the area, including the news crews who were just beginning to arrive on the scene. With the clouds overhead darkening again, Set grinned broadly, dreadlocks bouncing about wildly in the wind. Something flashed in his piercing grey eyes, then he pointed a pair of fingers at one the tzitzimimeh that had attempted to mesmerize Fleur. Instantly a bolt of crimson lightning streaked down from the heavens and struck the flayed serpent woman. Electricity crackled against leathery scales and the Aztec demons began returning their attention to their target. "That's right, you lovely maidens! A fight you search for, tis a fight you shall receive, haha!"
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Set Move Action: 20PP of Mix-and-Match Environmental Control: Hamper Movement 5 (high winds, quarter movement, 100' radius) [10PP] Free Action: Switch APs. Standard Action: Lightning Bolt attack vs. Tzitzimitl. (1d20+7=22) That's DC 23 after Autofire. Tzitzimitl Toughness Save vs. DC 23. (1d20+10=21) 18 - Sekhmet - Uninjured, Lioness Form, -2 Defense 17 - Nick Cimitiere - Uninjured, 4HP 15 - Fleur de Joie - Uninjured, 3 HP 15 - Tiamat - Uninjured, Dragon Form, -2 Defense 14 - Tzitzimimeh x3 - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimimeh x4 - Bound (+8 Toughness) 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered, Bound (+15 Toughness) 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1, Entangled 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1, Dazed 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1 14 - Gaian Knight - Uninjured, 2 HP 10 - Set - Uninjured, 5HP 6 - Comrade Frost - Uninjured, 1HP
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Unbound Tzitzimitl A Toughness Save vs. DC 30. (1d20+10=24) 18 - Sekhmet - Uninjured, Lioness Form, -2 Defense 17 - Nick Cimitiere - Uninjured, 4HP 15 - Fleur de Joie - Uninjured, 3 HP 15 - Tiamat - Uninjured, Dragon Form, -2 Defense 14 - Tzitzimimeh x4 - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimimeh x4 - Bound (+8 Toughness) 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered, Bound (+15 Toughness) 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1, Entangled 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1, Dazed 14 - Gaian Knight - Uninjured, 2 HP 10 - Set - Uninjured, 5HP 6 - Comrade Frost - Uninjured, 1HP
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Jack of all Blades (6) (1) (5) Jill O'Cure (0) ?p=185986 1/2 = 0 Midnight II (23) (1) (1) (21) Wail (7) (7) Ghost Girl (3) (1) (1) (1) Set Contributions Reuploaded and Updated / Alternate Costumes Not many posts to deal with, but there should be enough to roll down 25 to Set and enough to push Ghost Girl past 15. Set can have the Contribution and Ref Point PP as well, once they've been added to Jack's veteran reward progress total.
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Keith LaMarr certainly stood out in a crowd but after decades of living in the south end of Freedom City he as much a fixture of the neighbourhood as anyone else. The broad-shouldered high school teacher and veteran hero was for once dressed in his full contemporary uniform as he walked the streets of Southside with heavy footfalls, a wide yellow 'W' standing out against the flat black of his shirt. With superdense muscle tissue and a confident stride he looked as implacable as the foundations of the aging building around him. It had been the disappearance of one of his student's father that had initially brought the string of missing persons cases to his attention. Shawnice was a bright teen with a head for numbers and a relentless work ethic but her chances of attending her first pick of colleges had been put in jeopardy by layoffs at the plant where her father Wilson worked. The girl had mentioned off-hand that he had gotten a line on a new job opportunity but the next he'd heard about it Wilson had been missing for days. The small chest of carved ivory figurines had brought two things to mind: that this was clearly something that fell into his field of expertise and just how he was going to apply the skills of that field to whomever thought they could buy a man from his family. Seeing Gabriel coming toward him he simply folded his arms and waited for the other man to close the distance; LaMarr's size meant he rarely needed to wave to attract someone's attention. "You I remember from the Megalodon business. Guessing we're looking for the same folks," he greeted without preamble, the deep bass of his voice rumbling in his chest. "Leads?"
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The enraged tzitzimimeh writhed inhumanly and as one let out a hiss that rattled hollowly from deep within them. Nearly half of the flock found themselves bound by Fleur's carpet of constricting vines, kept under control for the time being. It was hard to say how long the plants could hold them, however, as a viscous green fluid dripped from their fangs and began eating away at the plant matter. Nick's target reeled back as she ripped at vines with one hand and spat a stream of the same acidic venom at the necromancer's eyes. Fortunately the distraction of the reaching flora threw off the tzitzimitl's aim, instead carving a trail in the pavement's top coat as it bubbled away. A trio of the tzitzimimeh who had already been in the air descended upon Tiamat from different angles, biting and clawing at the dragon's hide in retaliation for the attack against their sister. Razor sharp though their attacks were, dragon scales proved the tougher of the two for the time being as the firebreather sustained only superficial albeit painful wounds. Yet another two of the Aztec demonesses turned their attention to Fleur, flapping leather wings to stay well out of the reach of her plants. Their eyes glowed with sickly light and their rattling hiss took on a rhythmic, hypnotic quality as they attempted to transfix the florakinetic. It had been a long, long time since the Leaguer's first battle with evil, however, and she managed to avert her eyes in time to avoid the charm.
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Bound Tzitzimimeh Corrosion 6 on the vines, lowering the Toughness to +9 then imposing a DC 21 Toughness Save. I'm having the vines take 10 here to simplify things, so they're Injured, for +8 Toughness all told. Entangled Tzitzimitl Standard Action: Dazzle attack vs. Nick Cimitiere. (1d20+4=10) Miss! Uninjured Tzitzimimeh A, B, C: Move Action: Fly to Tiamat. Standard Action: Serpent's Tooth attack vs. Tiamat. (1d20+10=23, 1d20+10=25, 1d20+10=24) The Serpent's Tooth is Damage 2 (Extras: Autofire 1 [6], Poison, Penetrating 2, Power Feats: Incurable, Improved Critical 2, Mighty) with +4 Strength. Tiamat's Defense is currently 15 against Medium sized attackers, so we're looking at +4, +5 and +4 Autofire DC respectively. That's a series of DC 25, DC 26 and DC 25 Toughness Saves for Tiamat, with the threat of Poison. D, E: Full Round Action: Combined Serpent's Eye attack vs. Fleur. The Serpent's Eye is Paralyze 10 (Extras: Range [Perception], Flaws: Action [Full-Round], Sense-Dependent [Visual]) . Combining attacks for +2 DC, that's a DC 22 Reflex Save to avert her eyes, then a DC 22 Will Save against the Paralyze effect. The remaining two simply pass the turn clearing their dazed statuses! Gaian Knight is up once we get those saves. 18 - Sekhmet - Uninjured, Lioness Form, -2 Defense 17 - Nick Cimitiere - Uninjured, 4HP 15 - Fleur de Joie - Uninjured, 3 HP 15 - Tiamat - Uninjured, Dragon Form, -2 Defense 14 - Tzitzimimeh x5 - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimimeh x4 - Bound (+8 Toughness) 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered, Bound (+15 Toughness) 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1, Entangled 14 - Gaian Knight - Uninjured, 2 HP 10 - Set - Uninjured, 5HP 6 - Comrade Frost - Uninjured, 1HP
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Tzitzimitl Toughness Save vs. DC 30. (1d20+10=18) Staggered and Dazed! 18 - Sekhmet - Uninjured, Lioness Form, -2 Defense 17 - Nick Cimitiere - Uninjured, 4HP 15 - Fleur de Joie - Uninjured, 3 HP 15 - Tiamat - Uninjured, Dragon Form, -2 Defense 14 - Tzitzimimeh x5 - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimimeh x4 - Bound 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered, Dazed 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Staggered, Dazed, Bound 14 - Tzitzimitl x1 - Bruised x1, Dazed, Entangled 14 - Gaian Knight - Uninjured, 2 HP 10 - Set - Uninjured, 5HP 6 - Comrade Frost - Uninjured, 1HP
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Okay, 1d12=7 of the Tzitzimimeh fall into that. The rest are already in the air! Reflex Save vs. DC 25. (1d20+8=24, 1d20+8=17, 1d20+8=18, 1d20+8=11, 1d20+8=25, 1d20+8=9, 1d20+8=23) All but one of them fail the initial Reflex save to avoid the Area effect. They have Evasion, so that one is safe. Reflex Save vs. DC 25. (1d20+8=14, 1d20+8=23, 1d20+8=13, 1d20+8=19, 1d20+8=15, 1d20+8=10) The remaining six, including the ones already fighting Sekhemt and Nick, are not so lucky! 18 - Sekhmet - Uninjured, Lioness Form 17 - Nick Cimitiere - Uninjured, 4HP 15 - Fleur de Joie - Uninjured, 3 HP 15 - Tiamat - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimimeh x6 - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimimeh x4 - Bound 14 - Tzitzimimeh x1 - Staggered, Bound, Dazed 14 - Tzitzimimeh x1 - Bruised x1, Entangled, Dazed 14 - Gaian Knight - Uninjured, 3 HP 10 - Set - Uninjured, 5HP 6 - Comrade Frost - Uninjured, 1HP
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Tzitzimitl Passes the Demoralize automatically. Will Save vs. DC 27. (1d20+7=18) Fails by 9, Dazed and Bruised. 18 - Sekhmet - Uninjured, Lioness Form 17 - Nick Cimitiere - Uninjured, 4HP 15 - Fleur de Joie - Uninjured, 3 HP 15 - Tiamat - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimimeh x10 - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimimeh x1 - Staggered, Dazed 14 - Tzitzimimeh x1 - Bruised x1, Dazed 14 - Gaian Knight - Uninjured, 3 HP 10 - Set - Uninjured, 5HP 6 - Comrade Frost - Uninjured, 1HP
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The tzitzimimeh hissed collectively at Frost's ultimatum, writing unnaturally and raising clawed hands. From behind the white-suited Russian, Set looked legitimately dumbfounded by the show of support and after a beat genuinely touched by the gesture despite Frost's stated aversion to him. The expression of perceived debt looked wholly alien on the godling's sculpted features. All of their reactions paled next to the steak of tawny muscle that rocketed over Front's shoulder and struck the closest tzitzimitl like a wrecking ball, sending the flayed snake demon's frame cracking against the pavement. Where there had been an athletic young woman of conspicuous beauty seconds before there was now a fearsome lioness, feline form layered with sinew, fur and claws all pinning her prey to the street. Where Sekhmet's dark hair had sported a lighter streak, the colouration was not reversed, with a line of black fur over one eye. Roaring bone shaking fury directly into the hideous face of her opponent, the warrior goddess made it clear that any assumptions of weakness had been folly.
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18 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 17 - Nick Cimitiere - Uninjured, 4HP 15 - Fleur de Joie - Uninjured, 3 HP 15 - Tiamat - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimimeh x12 - Uninjured 14 - Gaian Knight - Uninjured, 3 HP 10 - Set - Uninjured, 5HP 6 - Comrade Frost - Uninjured, 1HP Tossing Set an HP for his Reborn Complication. If anyone else has any Complications to claim, let me know! Sekhemt Free Action: Shift into Lioness Form. Standard Acion: Charge Tzitzimitl; Power Attack 2. (1d20+7=20) Tzitzimitl Toughness Save vs. DC 24. (1d20+10=12) Staggered and Dazed! Sekhemt Move Action:Demoralize Tzitzimitl. (1d20+5=13) The Tzitzimitl can automatically pass that, sadly. 18 - Sekhmet - Uninjured, Lioness Form 17 - Nick Cimitiere - Uninjured, 4HP 15 - Fleur de Joie - Uninjured, 3 HP 15 - Tiamat - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimimeh x11 - Uninjured 14 - Tzitzimimeh x1 - Staggered, Dazed 14 - Gaian Knight - Uninjured, 3 HP 10 - Set - Uninjured, 5HP 6 - Comrade Frost - Uninjured, 1HP
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"I know," Ellie agreed, looking down at her feet and wrapping her arms around herself once Mara let go of her hand. "She's such a good kid. I know mi hermano and I were way bigger pains at that age. It's just... I promised I'd be there for her and I wasn't." Sighing self consciously, the young woman scooped up a few loose branches of her own. "I'm not blaming myself, obviously, but I still wasn't there." Back at the campsite the tarps upon which the tents would be set up had been rolled out and Erik was in the process of undoing the straps of the harness holding Eden against his chest so that he could hand her to Min and begin hammering in the tent pegs. "Decided to do things the old fashioned way, huh?" he grinned as he cradled his daughter in one hand and leaned in close enough to kiss her mother on the cheek, enjoying the contrast of her distinctive scent against the stark freshness of the forest air. "Well, I guess your way is more old fashioned, technically. You know what I mean."
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Sekhemt's expression made it clear that someone getting hurt was precisely her goal but she refrained from immediately launching herself at the offending tzitzimimeh at least for the moment, grating her teeth audibly and staring daggers. "We need not explain ourssselvesss to mortalsss," the frightening flock chorused looking as one to Fleur. "The Asssssemblage hasss desssignsss on this world. Ssset is too great a player to remain unchecked." "I cannot help but feel there is some irony to be found here," the reduced god himself noted, shifting his stance warily. He had expected greater respect for his might upon his return to the mortal plane but this wasn't the sort of attention he'd had in mind. "Tis considerably less entertaining in this context." "The Dessstroyer isss no friend to your kind, dessspite hisss empty wordsss," the tzitzimimeh told the heroes, terrible forms shivering slightly in anticipation of battle. "Our masssters can keep him... detained. Ssstand assside."
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Set (Initiative) (1d20+3=10) Sekhmet (Initiative) (1d20+5=18) Tzitzimimeh (Initiative) (1d20+7=14) We're not in rounds just yet, but yes, make some initiative rolls to save time.
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"If Apep were returned, I would know it," Set told Frost tersely in a hushed tone, no hint of amusement or joviality in his voice for once, though he sounded unsure of his assertion. "I do not see why you are so sure they are here for me--" "Hail, Lord Ssset the Dessstroyer," the tzitzimimeh greeted in perfect unison, voices sounding parched and breathy. Up close fine scales could be seen in their unflayed flesh while unseen shapes moved disconcertingly against their robes from within. The flock landed on the street as one, numerous enough to completely block off all of the lanes. As soon as they touched down, the Aztec messengers knelt in deference, facing toward a nonplussed Set. "...well!" the godling began after a beat. "At least some remember their manners around a member of the Ennead! About the 'Destroyer' business, howev--" Evidently manners only went so far as the tzitzimimeh interrupted him, still using a single voice from many fanged mouths. "The augussst Asssssemblage sssends greetingsss and congratulationsss on thine resssssurection," they began, still kneeling while leathery wings twitched as though unaccustomed to stillness. "We ssshall essscort you to our massstersss. Immediately." Set rubbed his chin with one hand and raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. "Did that finally get off of the ground? Well, good for them!" he pondered largely to himself with a nod. "I think, however, my goals may no longer align with those of the Assemblage, oh winged warriors. I am turning over a new leaf, so to speak!" He offered them a broad grin for all their eyes were turned downward. "Heroism! Protecting the mortal realm and its peoples! It should prove most interesting. I'm sure there are no hard feelings." The was a silent pause that continued long enough to become painfully awkward, then the tzitzimimeh rose simultaneously to their feet. "Tisss not a requessst." "Hold, Tamoanchanians!" Sekhemt called, her body language tense as she regarded what were in some ways her opposite numbers. "Though it grieves me, I am honorbound to prevent undue harm from the betrayer's head. Take his message to your masters and depart in peace." The flock tilted their heads to one side in unison, hair like discarded snake skins flapping in the faint breeze. "Lady of Ssslaughter. You ssshould not have abandoned so much of thine power. You are lesssss than an inconvenience." The goddess' one visible eye blazed with fury as she snarled, "You dare?!" "I rather think they do, yes," Set interjected, raising his hands in similar gestures to those he'd made to deal with the offending car alarm. "Apologies again, oh blooming flower," he told Fleur his youthful features taking a serious cast. "We may not be finished damaging your roadways just yet."
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Two clicks in rapid succession over the comlink's line indicated that all was quiet on Midnight's end as well. The black clad detective came in and out of view as the hanging light overhead swung back and forth, illuminating the menacing outline of the masked figure in one moment and leaving him a solitary pair of glowing red embers floating at eye-level the next. A pained, groggy groan from off to his right sent his arm into a blurred, precise motion, flinging an escrima stick like a missile to crack sharply against the shaved head of a broad-shouldered thug in a jacket festooned with numerous offensive patches and hateful slogans. The blow sent the neo-Nazi back down atop his colleges in a haphazard pile as the escrima stick bounced back to land neatly in Midnight's outstretched hand. The numerous other enforcers and their employers about the club's hidden backroom remained unconscious for the time being, propped against locked doors or slumped in seats around the massive card table mid-game. The sizable pot at the center of the table, along with the larger items stacked nearby, included everything from wrapped bricks of high grade narcotics, memory sticks storing incriminating evidence against certain appointed officials and, more relevant to the evening's mission, several examples of Third Reich memorabilia that would be worth a small fortune to the right buyer. As the hanging light's arc began to diminish and slow, Midnight idly turned up the edges of the hand of cards closest to him before placing them face down again with an unimpressed snort.
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Eden made a happy sound at her mother's touch, waving arms bundled in miniature winter clothes and knitted mittens that matched the white cap covering her flaxen hair. The infant's rosy cheeks dimpled around a wide smile apparently unconcerned with the brisk weather. Her father offered the index finger of one hand for her to grab onto and pull up and down enthusiastically. Erik used his other hand to set down his pack and start removing the collapsible tent pieces within. Yolanda was already waiting expectantly beside him to receive and sort the components with surprising gravitas for her age and stature, immediately focused once given a task and responsibility. "We'll be back in a bit, then," Ellie agreed with an affectionate smile for the children and an appreciative look for Min despite the downturn her mood had taken. Her brother had been making a point of having the family together as much as possible since her rescue but the dryad had better understood the young woman's need for occasional moments of quiet as well. "Don't worry, hermana, we'll stick to wood that's fallen on its own," she promised, pulling Mara along with her. "Might take a bit."
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"Your encouragement is appreciated but unnecessary, oh flowering oasis," the reduced god assure Fleur, examining his fingernails casually. "I am Set. An unfair advantage perhaps, but the rest of you will manage determining the second greatest amongst yourselves, I am sure." "Second greatest braggart, in truth," Sekhmet growled, clenching and unclenching her hands into claws. A deep breath calmed her enough to turn to the gathered heroes with a vaguely apologetic expression "Your offers of aid are to thine credit, mortals, but trust my words when I tell you he is not worthy of your efforts. I shall ensure he causes no mischief and troubles you not." Her diminutive charge scoffed. "You are too proud yourself, Sekhemt. Tis rudeness to dismiss an invitation. I-- hm?" The sound of leather flapping growing louder drew his attention upward. Growing clearer as they neared, an entire flock of humanoid forms with great, bat-like wings was carving a path through the clouds directly toward the group. Polished bone jewelry gleamed against tattered robes that brought to mind the ancient Aztecs as readily as the Egyptian gods evoked their own past civilization. Horribly, the skin about their mouths seemed to have been ritualistically cut, pulled back and pinned in place to expose skeletal jaws and serpentine fangs. "You still have tzitzimimeh?" Set asked, sounding both surprised and intrigued by the imminent arrivals. "How quaint! I'd thought the devouring of mortal flesh more frowned upon in this era."
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One of Wail's eyes twitched behind his sunglasses at the implication that he wasn't present enough in the neighbourhood but he let it pass. "I know why you kids came together in the first place," he rumbled instead, reminding himself again to keep his voice level as he prepared to answer the question, "and I may not like what you've turned yourselves into but I can at least understand it. Some undead banger floating about, leaving more kids dead, lying in their own blood with your sign on the wall I have a little more trouble wrapping my head around." He gave the seated teen a hard look. "So what you can do for me is provide some illumination."
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Sekhemt met frowned but looked more confused than upset as she considered the objections of the assembled heroes. "You seem a squeamish lot for champions, save the red one," she commented, looking down at Fleur as though trying to decide if some sort of elaborate prank was being played upon her. "Mortal champions, Sekhmet," Set reminded her, evidently abandoning his hopes of evading his supervisor in favour of minimizing how badly she could embarrass him in front of the locals and walking over to stand next to her. "Bar true threats, they typically aim to put off their inevitable ends." "...tis not unreasonable," the warrior goddess admitted after come thought. Looking frankly put out by that, she returned Tiamat's appraising look. "We might still brawl for lesser stakes, then?" "Perhaps later," Set quickly interjected, throwing a reassuring smile in Gaian Knight's direction that didn't quite accomplish any reassurance. "Truly, though, I object to the term 'exile'. Who would choose stuffy Heliopolis over this realm!" Snorting flatly with an oddly feline sound, Sekhmet folded her arms across her chest. "And what word would you use for 'barred from reentry,' deceiver? His crime, tiny one, is no less than being Set. Would-Be Pharaoh of Evil, Betrayer of Osiris, Foe of Horus." Her lips pulled back angrily across gleaming teeth. "And so duty requires me to follow, leaving the greater balance of my power behind for the sake of thine ridiculous Pact." "Slander!" interjected Set, throwing his arms up in the air and glaring back up at Sekhmet despite their height difference. "I don't even recall most of what you would charge me with. It matters not, however!" Sniffing haughtily he regained his broad grin. "I have designs, to prove my good intent! With the supreme talent and phenomenal power which is my right I shall become the mortal realm's greatest hero!"
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Sekhemt turned to Frost as though noticing the mortal heroes for the first time. The use of one of her many titles seemed to take the edge off of her immediate fury as she straightened to her full, imposing height and looked the white clad draugr over. "Who is this?" she demanded. "He's Russian," Set supplied, surreptitiously tiptoeing a little further away. "You would love it. Harsh climate, humourless, comically strong alcohol. You could go visit! I shall wait." The godling clapped his hands with a winning smile. Narrowing her eyes, the taller deity looked back to her target. "You shall not leave my sight, enemy of all!" she insisted, pointing a finger meaningfully in his direction. Addressing the others present, she continued, "I am Sekhmet, Lady of Slaughter and the Eye of Ra tasked with watching this camel dung in his exile." Seeming to forget his trepidation, Set stomped forward with an outraged cast to his features at that. "Hold, Sekhmet, that shall not-" "You are the mortal realm's champions, then?" the goddess continued ignoring his objection entirely. Glancing from hero to hero she nodded curtly. "It then falls to me to prove this diminished form's suitability for my duty." Drawing up short, Set narrowed his eyes as he realized what she was getting at. "Hold. Sekhmet--" "I shall face one of you in mortal combat, naturally." "Sekhmet. Sekhmet, nay." Considering the heroes appraisingly she settled on Gaian Knight. "You, tall one, with the blade. You look a worthy test. Draw thine weapon."
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"Yes, yes, hail and so forth," Set responded to Nick with a distracted wave of his hand, ducking down a little bit. "Apologies, oh verdant matron. Tis unlikely to be a subtle arrival." The diminished god's prediction proved to be correct, if not in the way the assembled heroes expected. The leonine thunder continued to build in fury as the clouds whipped into a cyclone that opened in the middle to allow a column of sunlight to pass through. Lightning continued to crackle about the ring of storm clouds as the light pouring down to the street continued to intensify, taking of an impossibly golden hue and rising to blinding levels. Then, just as suddenly as Set's appearance had been, the light vanished and a wave of displaced air as hot as desert winds crashed into the faces of the onlookers. Standing with regal poise in the center of the partially repaired cracks was six feet of lithe, muscularly toned woman. A similar garment to the one Set wore extended up to wrap around her bust while leaving powerful looking shoulders and calves bare. Unlike the elaborate gold adornment of the shorter godling she restrained herself to a simple ankh pendent on a leather cord about her neck. On side of her jet black hair was shaven close to her scalp while the other was long enough to curve around to her chin, shot through with a distinctive tawny streak. Her one visible eye burned like a golden ember in an expression echoed by the snarl on her lips. "SET!" When the heroes looked back they found the teenage lord of chaos now clad in an oversized 'I <3 FC' t-shirt and a Comets baseball caps, whistling loudly and avoiding looking in the new arrival's direction. That didn't slow her down for an instant as she stalked over with dangerous grace and immediately grasped the collar of his novelty shift and lifted him off of the ground. "Oh! Sekhmet!" he greeted with feigned surprise. "What a surprise!" "Tis not where you were meant to arrive, liesmith!" the statuesque goddess accused angrily, exposing pronounced canines and looking very close the throttling the object of her fury right then and there. "Tis!" Set protested, snapping his fingers so that the tourist clothes disappeared and allowed him to drop back to the street where he dusted himself off and reasserted some of his dignity. "Behold! A pyramid, as Ra himself decreed!" He pointed upward at the Plaza. Glancing briefly upward, Sekhmet snarled again, "In Giza!" "Was that his meaning?" Set asked, placing the fingers of one hand upon his bare chest and looking taken aback. "A simple misunderstanding!" "My claws shall have a misunderstanding with thine throat, betrayer!" the goddess threatened, taking another step toward the retreating youth.
