(Late final battle because I fell asleep aff.)
As the battle came to an end on Deadman's Canal, Overclock took off. She focused, flying both literally and figuratively back to Untergard to assist with the fight. By the time she arrived the battle was well underway, leading in their favor, but regardless she'd still be of more assistance here than waiting for the ship at Deadman's. She grinned, pulling out the scythe she'd brought along and releasing her familiars, the Steam Gyre wisping around her oh so familiarly, just as her love's had back on Sornieth.
The fond memory did nothing to help ease the mad, almost possessed look in her eyes as she dipped the scythe in the fish oil she'd been gifted, then over the Night Flame candle to start it alight, quickly sealing the oil again and commanding the Sparkling Stinger to grab it. She took flight, burning blade in hand, and rushed towards her target, slicing the first Outsider she saw into several pieces in a few, very quick, strokes.
Her smile never faded, nor did her wild-eyed assault. She even picked the largest Outsider she could find, commanding her quickened familiars to drop the Fish Oil and Bottled Embers onto it, bursting the entire thing into flames without her even needing to slash at it. But oh, slash at it she did indeed! The searing blade slicing through its otherworldly flesh(?) as if it were butter, or air for that matter.
Of course, it’s not like the Outsiders weren’t fighting back. They were, quite hard in fact. Tentacles slammed, parasitic ice attempted to be parasitic, and all manner of nightmare tried their very best to catch the elusive Mirror as she darted about the battlefield. Unfortunately for them she’s so sped up the world might as well be moving in slow motion. She twirled her Scythe, mostly to show off, then slammed it into the icy hide of one of the Outsiders, the blade freezing and becoming stuck. She growled in displeasure, flying out of the way in time for a...something to slam into the monster’s back and embed the weapon further into the abomination.
It was then she spotted a cleaver, soaring through the air. She tilted her head in confusion, recalling that other Mirror she’d seen on the crew now and then, Misprint. She flew over to the blade, soaring alongside it for a moment before plucking it out of the air and judging it’s weight, casting haste on it as well to see if it would make a good temporary thing to beat the living hell out of some more Outsiders without going poof. A voice entered her head. : YOU ARE NOT MY WIELDER. : She rolled her eyes, ignoring the cleaver, spinning herself around and using the blade’s odd weight to slam into the shell of a particularly crabby Outsider, the voice appearing in her head again. : BUT YOU HAVE AIDED MY WIELDER, AND FIGHT HIS ENEMIES. : She hissed, severing a space-tentacle from its owner. : ALL RIGHT. : Suddenly the blade became far lighter, and she glanced at it as she dodged another defensive strike. She spoke curtly to the blade, her voice sharper than it was. “Are you heavy or light, make up your mind.” : YOU WANT TO FEEL MY TRUE WEIGHT? ...I DO NOT COMPREHEND THIS. : “I want you to stop changing weights.” : WE ARE NOT BONDED, BUT I WILL FEEL AS LIGHT AS A FEATHER FOR YOU. : “Fine. You better still be heavy to the Outsiders.” : I WILL FEEL TO THEM AS A FORCE OF THE ANCIENT ONES; THE MIGHT OF PELOPOLIS WILL BE AT YOUR COMMAND. : She hacked off another tentacle, moving to another position to finish the conversation. “You are annoying but useful. Please shut up.”
It said something else, but she ignored it, returning to battle and recasting haste over herself and her...partner? Weapon? Thing? Whatever this cleaver happened to be. She hacked at another Outsider, taking a fair chunk out of what probably used to be some important piece of its physiology. The cleaver continued to shout things at her, dodge this, attack that. If she hadn’t lost her scythe she would’ve tossed the wretched thing into the zee to rust. “Once again, please shut up.” She ignored it’s response, diving to avoid the explosion from some sort of cannon. It appears one of the other islands is firing into the mass of Outsider scum. She watched a bunch of silverware flying by in stunned silence, actually getting to view the scene in slow motion from how quickly her magic has gotten her to moving. She decided to cast haste again, for good measure, and went back to hacking at anything in sight.
Eventually she spotted the ice beast that stole her scythe, just in time for it to be blown to bits by a cannon shot, her scythe dropping quickly. She dove after it, grabbing it and turning to the cleaver. “So long, thanks for all the fish!” She smiled, chucking the cleaver towards Untergard. : WAAAAIIIiiiiiit... :
She spent the final moments of the battle still fighting, slashing at ice, space-tentacle, and lord knows what else until all of their forces were gone. Then, she dropped the now-dull scythe into the zee, flying towards Untergard with her familiars in tow. She smiled at the processions, already missing the preceding battle. She walked the sands, waiting for the ship to come pick them up as her spells wore off. She sighed, wanting to be done with this. She was tired of being awake again, and she wanted to depossess herself, but she needed something to hex and serve as a new home. Perhaps once they get back to Sornieth she could find another plushie. Until then, she watched the others, feeling like an outsider herself.
