Prayer.
The last resort of the scoundrel, it was said.
When all else failed, mankind would turn their eyes up towards the skies and beseech the Gods for mercy.
The Elemental Spirits were not Gods. They were as much a part of the world as anything else, even in their reduced state. But, as Sigrid danced through the air, and her heart called out in earnestness and purity, with clarity of purpose unalloyed by greed or self interest...
Perhaps, one of these spirits lent its ear in sympathy.
The wind roared.
Perhaps that was all that was needed as the Raioh and its bloodthirsty occupant ripped through the air, twisting back in the direction of its foes, whipped ever harder against its will. A gust of force, or merely a little push in just the right direction at the right moment. The Legerior's boomerang whipped out, skimming across the winds - and buried itself in the Super Robot's neck as it turned about.
While hardly enough to fell it, it nevertheless caused the DGG to pause... and that was enough. The Straybird's shadows burst from their dimensional void, guns blazing, a hail of bullets sending the Super crashing to the ground, sending up a spray of rock and dirt as it lay sprawled at the bottom of a crater. Sparks and smoke erupted from its body, as, shuddering, an arm gripped the lip of earth.
"...A "Sword of Righteousness", is it?" Said Hyperion. For the first time, there seemed to be a certain kind of menace in its tone, a terseness that hadn't been there before. As if the voice on the other end of the line was shaking with barely controlled fury at their very existence.
"You still fail to understand."
The Raioh's head rose - and as it did, the Gespenst rematerialized atop its chest. For a moment, powered suit and Super Robot stared at one another, eye to eye. The red flickered back and forth uncertainly, like a broken stop light. All the while, the voice of Hyperion continued, flecked with static, from the Raioh's speakers.
"Power decides what , and who is righteous. Without power, you have nothing. Everyting else... Is nothing but theatrics."
Finally - to the relief of all, the Raioh's eyes returned to their normal emerald hue. It looked... weary, somehow, as if it were suddenly awakened from a drunken stupor, the rain drizzling off its features.
"You will regret this day." Said Hyperion, voice dropping to a low, threatening hiss.
"All of you."
Click.
Silence. Nothing but the pitter patter of rain meeting metal, as the world breathed around them. As though the Elemental Spirits themselves were craning in, subtly, to sneak a peek at the affairs of mortals. A frog hopped on by, evidently unbothered by the battle that had been raging overhead only moments ago. A dragonfly landed on the Gespenst's visor, feet delicately tapping at its surface before departing into the rain.
Eliza's voice came from the Raioh - shaken, evidently... but alive.
The last resort of the scoundrel, it was said.
When all else failed, mankind would turn their eyes up towards the skies and beseech the Gods for mercy.
The Elemental Spirits were not Gods. They were as much a part of the world as anything else, even in their reduced state. But, as Sigrid danced through the air, and her heart called out in earnestness and purity, with clarity of purpose unalloyed by greed or self interest...
Perhaps, one of these spirits lent its ear in sympathy.
The wind roared.
Perhaps that was all that was needed as the Raioh and its bloodthirsty occupant ripped through the air, twisting back in the direction of its foes, whipped ever harder against its will. A gust of force, or merely a little push in just the right direction at the right moment. The Legerior's boomerang whipped out, skimming across the winds - and buried itself in the Super Robot's neck as it turned about.
While hardly enough to fell it, it nevertheless caused the DGG to pause... and that was enough. The Straybird's shadows burst from their dimensional void, guns blazing, a hail of bullets sending the Super crashing to the ground, sending up a spray of rock and dirt as it lay sprawled at the bottom of a crater. Sparks and smoke erupted from its body, as, shuddering, an arm gripped the lip of earth.
"...A "Sword of Righteousness", is it?" Said Hyperion. For the first time, there seemed to be a certain kind of menace in its tone, a terseness that hadn't been there before. As if the voice on the other end of the line was shaking with barely controlled fury at their very existence.
"You still fail to understand."
The Raioh's head rose - and as it did, the Gespenst rematerialized atop its chest. For a moment, powered suit and Super Robot stared at one another, eye to eye. The red flickered back and forth uncertainly, like a broken stop light. All the while, the voice of Hyperion continued, flecked with static, from the Raioh's speakers.
"Power decides what , and who is righteous. Without power, you have nothing. Everyting else... Is nothing but theatrics."
Finally - to the relief of all, the Raioh's eyes returned to their normal emerald hue. It looked... weary, somehow, as if it were suddenly awakened from a drunken stupor, the rain drizzling off its features.
"You will regret this day." Said Hyperion, voice dropping to a low, threatening hiss.
"All of you."
Click.
Silence. Nothing but the pitter patter of rain meeting metal, as the world breathed around them. As though the Elemental Spirits themselves were craning in, subtly, to sneak a peek at the affairs of mortals. A frog hopped on by, evidently unbothered by the battle that had been raging overhead only moments ago. A dragonfly landed on the Gespenst's visor, feet delicately tapping at its surface before departing into the rain.
"...Ana?"
Eliza's voice came from the Raioh - shaken, evidently... but alive.
