The Reunion

It was a hard thing to admit for the witch, but ever since that night of Kowlin’s defeat, she wondered how she might be able to keep up with the threats to this planet. Most back home would have called her insane, or more so than a good number of them already did. The girl from the roof that night, whatever it was that dwelled inside Rinako, the loud-mouthed one from that day in East City, and even Kamae, here and now. The others in the dueling club and their respective teachers, they all would have claimed standing against such threats alone was suicide. How ironic it was that for once, they would be right. Who else was here to take charge though? Would be disillusioned heroes who would so easily trust these devious charlatans? Misguided youths who believed they knew what was right for the planet, the eldest of dangers be damned? It was possibly one of the only reasons Celeste still drew breath against it all, against the world – and all who would paint her the villain, for no one else was going to see the truths for what they were.

Though at what cost would Celeste pay to ensure the safety of a world that no longer listened or cared? How far would one demon hunter go? The very question was put to her, as Kamae would hold out his hands, and the enchantment would start to waver. The old one had revealed the true appearance of his incomplete form; the witch taken aback by the sheer ethereal nature of it all too otherworldly for her liking. She felt her eyes narrow ever the slightest in observation, trying her best to fathom and understand the sheer savagery behind this soul. This was what his life’s pursuit had been about? This was how far one being was willing to fall to achieve true, unadulterated power? The witch contemplated the path she was on, and the choices she made to get her to this point. Was this what she awaited her, should she choose to continue on?

Celeste felt something inside her churn.

”Very well,” she would reply, holding out her right hand. A brilliant plume of violet and umbral as Staff of the Moon was conjured, then taken firmly in the witch’s grasp. It was raised over her head to perform a flourishing twirl, before it was suddenly stopped dead as Celeste would snatch it from the air. The weapon would then grow and contort, the shaft becoming lengthened and curved, whilst the bladed crescent moon adorning its peak would elongate and sharpen. Another fancied circulation before it was brought down at the side, before a slight twist of the wrist would prompt the blade to begin glowing a prominent neon blue, emitting a hum like some popular sci-fi weapon.

”Just don’t come crying to me when everyone learns you got your ass kicked by a girl.”

The witch would offer a smirk to Kamae before charging forward, boots pattering the pavement with hasted fervor as she closed the distance in seconds. The transformed weapon was brought forward fast and hard, with a strength that would betray Celeste’s physical appearance. A slash would come in and upward at Kamae’s eight o’clock, before the weapon would be rotated around for a pair of cleaves aimed horizontally for his abdomen; a final slash would come in after a final rotation, aimed to cut downward at the old god’s skull.

PL: 32,000 | Antisense: Active
-summons Staff of the Moon via Magic Materialization!
-combines Staff of the Moon w Transmogrify & Weapon Augment to craft Augmented Lunatic Sickle!
-attacks Kamae w a non-KP combination!
HP:0/250%
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6