Chapter 269: Turn 7

Such was his life back then. The life of a pirate. The life he will forever follow, no matter how horrible it was. As he'd snap himself back into reality, he'd see the group being anxious, anticipating for the next attack coming on their sides. Calico merely chuckled to himself as he'd roll his die, speaking as the die clanked and clattered amongst the floor. "Aye, don' be harsh on yeselves....I's just be anotha' 'pponen' yous be facin'. I's jus' slipped up me mind a bit with me rolls, havin' a bit 'o tunnah' vision. I's will say t'at yous be holdin' up mighty well against meh, but I's need t'ah change t'at at some poin', don' I?" He'd make a toothy grin as he'd looked around the group, recognizing that, despite being separated, most of the children and Anne were the most bound together, with the exception of Stolas and Teach. He needs crowd control, and he needs it quickly. Luckily, he eye'd up a perfect spell willing to help him against the group, most likely forcing himself to hide in its spaces, one that bore the number nine while being shrouded in a black blob.

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"Gotcha..." He'd murmur, dashing straight to the middle, trying to grab as much space as he could, while also making sure to grab as many people within its grip, the spell being casted the second it was given to Jackawok, slowly coating the area around into pure black. The Plague of Darkness. The group affected by such shadows got their dice ready, with Anne and Teach rolling to start moving, the latter of which needing to horde another spell, and the former to get out of the darkness immediately.

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Anne sprinted as fast as she could, barely grazing the edge of the dark sphere, the space gracing her with her personalized bullets, silent crackles of electricity pulsing through it. Teach would be quick on getting around the circle as well, reaching for a monster to utilize the spell on his disposal. "OI! T'EH ONE WI'H RAGS! PASS ME YE SPELLS! LET'S LIGHT IT UP!!" The words that came down were like a torrent on the senses, with Solomon and Stolas rolling their dice, the latter ready to direct the former, as Teach would cast his spell, spawning a large slot machine behind him, numbers spinning wildly on the screen, a red lever ready to be pulled.

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"TO THE LEFT OF ME!" Stolas would shout, tossing the bullets directly towards Teach as he'd take a monster in his three paces, Enma. Solomon, meanwhile, charged forward at the same speed, being just at the cusp once more, tossing Teach the Pot spell in his storage, as well as a new spell that was at the corner, a spell depicting a set of knives. Once such spells were loaded within the machine, it began to spin. Whirrs and clanks abound, the pachinko machine would juggle the prizes around, hitting each and every button and bounce pad to scatter them around, lights flaring up to signify the points they were earning. As such lights brought a personal gleam, it would illuminate parts of the area, showcasing their silhouette, one small and one tall. Teach smirked proudly as he'd have them keep bouncing, with each bounce bringing a brighter light, getting a better look at the enemy, before finally falling into the respective hole, the spell being casted depending on how many would fall in a specific category, a specific spell unleashed through the holster.

The Knives being a selected choice.

"JA-JA-JACKPOT!!" The machine screamed as it launched such a flurry, with Zazel and Harvard timing their roles to get out of the way, the dice clattering on the floor, unable to see the result, but it paid very little information. They just needed at least a roll higher than five to escape.

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The boys ran as hard as they could, or in the Card Magician's case, crawled. The knives skewered something, that much is for sure, yet Harvard would also add on further an attack, an explosion in such light and heat, utilizing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, assuming it was to deal more damage onto the opponent. When the group calmed such attacks down, assuming this was the chance to bring down a second life from Calico..

BANG!!

A Shot, directly at Stolas' chest, a bullet of pure fire, scorching the Avian from within, struggling to get himself up. "Wha-?" was all Teach could say, before seeing the area grow dark again, looking to his side and see Calico still not only surviving, but unharmed by the combined assault. Zazel would be visible on the other end, a small scratch against his arm being done, a spell of an automation on his hand. Seeing the Devil on the cusp of the dome made the Captain realize that the one who has taken the most knives...was Harvard. Forced to use Little Star as a defense to survive against his opponent, being forced to burn away the knives and lay as low as possible, yet that was still not enough, as blood leaked out from the darkened orb. He's taken even more damage as possible, and his health bar was extremely low. "Tch...I see.....Bastard really managed to utilize t'eh darkness as 'n illusion for 'imsel', didn' he? He 'Tuck ou' his leg jus' 'nough t'ah fool meh 'n thinkin' he was closer, mos' likely coverin' the poor sap on t'eh floor. T'at be twice I's got fooled by a damned spell. Me eyes be gettin' worse 'n worse I fear..." Teach would comment, yet Solomon looked up and was quick to respond.

"Worry about that later. Harvard's suffered WAY worse stuff than this. A bunch of knives isn't going to do him in." His face was solid, barely giving a hint of worry, much to Teach's surprise.

"Yous be sure of t'at, laddie?"

"Definitely. He may be an absolute psychopath, but he's got heart. This is nothing to him." Despite his words, Anne would still try to roll her die in order to get closer, despite knowing the risks that may come down. She could end up missing a whole slot and not only waste a spell, but land herself a direct view to get struck down in the same manner. She simply dropped her die and began to run through the void itself.

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