[The atmosphere is ever shifting, one breath spread across a dozen moments, every action splintering into another timeline, another possibility, every choice altering the course of numerous events.
The real Agatha stands like a blistering hole in the strange landscape, a void that seems so surreal it tries to force the eye away. Donnie hurtles forward, missiles tracing in the air beside him before flying off to assist with clearing the way.
Diana's shots are impressive and certainly help. If he had the time then he'd be interested in having a better look at what she was using, those arrows already showing up with interesting readings for each shot that flies within his goggles' view.
Donnie reaches deep, pulling out all the stops. It's only been a scattering of missiles and lasers, but he figures the best way to handle things is all at once. This close to their target, he hopes even he can catch a goddess by surprise.
It's not just a tank or a canon that comes into being; it's battery upon battery of heavy artillery, an arsenal of pure hardlight weaponry. Neon violet light lances through the air as he strikes, trying to keep sight of his main target amidst the flash and flare of his ninpō.]
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The real Agatha stands like a blistering hole in the strange landscape, a void that seems so surreal it tries to force the eye away. Donnie hurtles forward, missiles tracing in the air beside him before flying off to assist with clearing the way.
Diana's shots are impressive and certainly help. If he had the time then he'd be interested in having a better look at what she was using, those arrows already showing up with interesting readings for each shot that flies within his goggles' view.
Donnie reaches deep, pulling out all the stops. It's only been a scattering of missiles and lasers, but he figures the best way to handle things is all at once. This close to their target, he hopes even he can catch a goddess by surprise.
It's not just a tank or a canon that comes into being; it's battery upon battery of heavy artillery, an arsenal of pure hardlight weaponry. Neon violet light lances through the air as he strikes, trying to keep sight of his main target amidst the flash and flare of his ninpō.]