Chapter 263: Turn 2

Calico would set up the Sigil, preparing it to summon forth the Angel of Yesod upon the child. Stolas would try to brace for himself, realizing too late that, because he was so close towards the Pirate, he left himself wide open for a direct attack, trying to think what Eden would do to help him survive against an angel's might. He'd recollect on the effects Eden would do, slowly cumulating an idea, as the monster would quickly be summoned, a slender, yet strong frame that served as the main body, a collage of blue and silver being made up as such parts, the metal shining as brilliantly as the temple once did, attempting an attack on Stolas without any hesitation. The nearby oceans that encompassed the island would quickly abide by his will, slowly raising it and directing them towards the angelic figure. As the waters began to converge into a solid, blue orb, ready to flood the Avian and hose down his body in such holy fluids, Stolas would brace for himself as he'd cast the Garden of Eden below himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, being reminded at how vulnerable he is towards Holy-based attacks.

The waterfall swiftly came down like a raging storm, the tides ripping down the Avian asunder, his screams muffled by the newly created ocean pushing him down, his health bar drastically getting lower and lower the more the waters crushed the child. Meanwhile, both Anne and Teach would try to close in, rolling their die in order to try and approach Calico.

14.

19.

Both sprinted as much as they can, being just within range and snagging two spells, one of which Harvard would take notice. With Teach, he's taken Numbers of God. With Anne, she's taken the Seal to summon one of his monsters. He'd be quick in learning that, upon usage of a spell, it would be returned back into a random space, meaning he doesn't need to worry about it being permanently gone from his arsenal. Teach would quickly put up the spell he received towards Gabriel, surrounding it in the barrier, one that would catch Calico's non-existent eyes as the spell takes shape. Such a barrier took the form of lights. Such lights slowly morphed into smaller figures, dancing to one another, holding hands and making a circle around the area. It was mesmerizing, watching them dance. So much so, that he wouldn't have heard the clattering of dice made nearby him, having himself forced to look at his left to see who it was.

13.

The desired number.

Even after being wasted by the waterfall, off the corner of his vision, Calico would notice Stolas still standing, acquiring one of the Harbingers, ready to summon it against the Pirate. "YOUS IS ALIVE!?" He would ask, looking up to see that his health was nearly full again, despite having his body maintaining heavy, deep cuts across his body, his blood practically spilling out, and one of his eyes nearly disfigured as well, slowly being healed back up. Calico would look back at his previous spot, seeing that it no longer was blank, but rather had actual flora growing out of it, indicating its ability. He would be left stunned at understanding its ability to heal the user, which, in game terms, would recover back whatever life was lost the longer they stayed on that space. However, he knew fully well that such a spell wasn't an outright defense, rather a band-aid to help the user, which meant that Stolas had to tank the wrath of God itself in order to benefit from his new gift.

"Yeah? What.....about it?" He'd ask, not trying to pay any mind to his newly developed wounds, before raising his arm and casting forth the Harbinger of Famine, letting it make a counterattack against the Pirate, the blade it wielded quickly coming into form, the rider itself being nearly starved, its jaw hanging out, its eyes bloodshot, and its limbs being just long enough to grab ahold of Jackawok and deliver a quick stab straight into his body.

SHIKKK!!

A Direct hit. Not only was the blade penetrating straight across his body, pulling it back to serve as the one attack it is allowed, but the poison that lingered within the blade, the highly dense carbon, would start to feed off of the Pirate, slowly corroding his chest, making it more and more fragile the longer the plague remained, his health bar slowly beginning to diminish once its infection began. Solomon, Zazel, and Harvard would roll their dice to follow suit.

2.

19.

4.

Solomon and Harvard both made up their lack of movement by scouting out the board, with the Biblical Sorcerer signaling his friend at two spells that could be useful: A spell that depicts a claw machine and a Gachapon. Harvard would go four paces to the Gachapon, casting it and having Fibonacci be inserted. Rising from the ground would be a large machine, holding a mass of orbs, requiring a crank to achieve his new prize, slowly teaching Harvard what else his other spells can do. Had he not have been in this game-like prison, he could assume that all of his monsters could benefit through this machine. A Crank and a plummet later, the ball that held Fibonacci would be given towards the Card Magician, opening itself, being a miniature version of itself as it floats around the child, a Lesser Monster. Solomon would store his own spell for a later use, leaving Zazel to go after Calico to try and continue pelting such damage. He'd circle around Calico to waste his spaces so he remained in a close proximity, allowing him to take a spell from Stolas' side, a Constellation depicting Aquarius, letting it coat his new blade in such a stellar aura, heating up the blade and making it blinding enough to avert one's eyes. His next turn will prove to be his true first hit.

"Aye, looks like I's be needin' to focus 'ere!" Calico stated, looking towards Gabriel and realizing that, in game terms, his monster is most likely barred off from attacking anyone or moving in a set amount of turns. He just needs to stall out long enough in order to try and free his beast. He'd take his die and roll it, already aiming for a specific space he can take advantage of, looking towards Zazel to serve as his new target.

4.

Once again, another perfect roll, as he took four paces and reach what looked to be a cluster of shadows. He'd turn his head towards Zazel, preparing to cast his new gift, his skeletal hand inches to his hook. "A'ight, laddie. Let's see if ye's got a good mem'ry, aye?" He'd taunt, before flicking at the metal, targeting the demon, whilst taking damage from the Carbon poisoning.

Zazel would look towards him in defiance, yet as he did, he would have his vision slowly black out, the people around him slowly turning into long, spectral-like forms, ones without a proper build or a proper face, just eyes and a oval-shaped mouth, staring down at the Demon. As they watched, they begin to circle him, and as they did, they would begin to sing.

"Ka...go...me!"

"Ka...go...me!"

"Kago no naka no to...ri wa..."

"Itsu itsu deya...ru..."

"Yoake no ban ni..."

"Tsuru to kame ga subetta...."

"Ushirono shoumen daaaaa...are?"

A Language he was not familiar with in the slightest, the figures circling softly around, never trying to hit him, only watching, only waiting. What did they want from him?