WHOOM. Like the hand of God indeed, Castor's power crashed down upon the shadow with a tremendous CRUNCH of impact that reverberated through the dark corridors. Under that force, the Shadow seemed almost to crumple like an aluminum can, and for a moment it lay sprawled on the floor as though it had no fight left in it.
Then, with a scraping like metal on metal, it began to pick itself up. Black ichor oozed thickly from the cracks in its mangled armor, and its grip on that long sword sagged - that single strike clearly hurt it badly, but it wasn't quite dead yet.
"Geez, what's with this thing--?" Minako shoved her Evoker back into its holster and hefted her naginata back into both hands. Darting forward with a quick patter of footsteps, she swung the blade of the polearm at the Shadow...
...and cut only air. Despite its sorry state, the Shadow somehow managed to dodge away, and Minako's eyes widened momentarily in dismay as she watched it begin to gather its strength. The air around it fairly crackled with the familiar cool energy of a Power Charge.
"Not good--" She grabbed hastily for her Evoker again, turning the card in her mind on instinct: The Hierophant. A gamble, and her luck had been bad all night, but-- "Gotta finish this fast." Without Fuuka's support she couldn't be sure, but she thought she remembered the pattern of this type's weaknesses-- "Daisoujo!"
The Evoker's report rang out, and the eerie figure of the mummified monk coalesced out of nothing to regard the Shadow with its rictus grin.
Lines of golden light inscribed themselves along the floor, tracing the shape and symbols of an arcane circle around the Shadow, and then the bell gripped in Daisoujo's skeletal fingers chimed and the purifying light of Hamaon flared to dazzling life.
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Then, with a scraping like metal on metal, it began to pick itself up. Black ichor oozed thickly from the cracks in its mangled armor, and its grip on that long sword sagged - that single strike clearly hurt it badly, but it wasn't quite dead yet.
"Geez, what's with this thing--?" Minako shoved her Evoker back into its holster and hefted her naginata back into both hands. Darting forward with a quick patter of footsteps, she swung the blade of the polearm at the Shadow...
...and cut only air. Despite its sorry state, the Shadow somehow managed to dodge away, and Minako's eyes widened momentarily in dismay as she watched it begin to gather its strength. The air around it fairly crackled with the familiar cool energy of a Power Charge.
"Not good--" She grabbed hastily for her Evoker again, turning the card in her mind on instinct: The Hierophant. A gamble, and her luck had been bad all night, but-- "Gotta finish this fast." Without Fuuka's support she couldn't be sure, but she thought she remembered the pattern of this type's weaknesses-- "Daisoujo!"
The Evoker's report rang out, and the eerie figure of the mummified monk coalesced out of nothing to regard the Shadow with its rictus grin.
Lines of golden light inscribed themselves along the floor, tracing the shape and symbols of an arcane circle around the Shadow, and then the bell gripped in Daisoujo's skeletal fingers chimed and the purifying light of Hamaon flared to dazzling life.