Epic Battle for the Fate of the Heckin' Universe
The shining white aura rose high, well above Tirek and the mountain. As good a plan as the Celestias could produce: to strike as a comet, ideally destroying a horn before Tirek knew he was under threat. Kind though she might be, Princess Celestia was mercifully indifferent to the notion of honorable combat.
But in this fight, the princess was mere transportation. Responsibility for the actual blow would fall to Principal Celestia, a fact which nestled acutely in her mind. Perhaps it was for the best – Celestia flourished when relied upon, whereas otherwise she might be panicking right now. The cold of the middle atmosphere nipped even through the alicorn’s warm aura, giving Celestia new regret for her choice of wear. A gold bikini, with the ground so far beneath…
“Let’s go,” she said, and the princess obeyed.
Fearful as the ascent had been, it was nothing to the fall. Yet Celestia could not look away or cringe. She willed herself to sit upright, quietly hyperventilating as city, mountain, and demon grew rapidly before her eyes. Her terrified mind wondered if Princess Celestia would be able to pull up in time… but no, that was beyond the human’s control. All this would be meaningless if she failed her own task, and so she raised the hammer.
An unwieldy two-handed weapon. Even holding it at the ready left her unbalanced. Surely, even a successful attack would send her flying…
She forced her breathing to slow.
Sunset. Luna. The hunters, students, and city. They were counting on her.
Red and black. The form of Tirek. Celestia tightened her grip, yet a somehow brighter splotch of black appeared above his head. It grew larger–
No, closer. A scream broke from Celestia’s mouth as the princess dodged with a barrel roll, giving her a breathless second of upside-down weightlessness before they righted some bare meters from a hot, violent beam of energy streaking past.
The princess called, veering hard as more magic bolts tracked their path. “Hang on!”
“How?” came the thought, but Celestia snapped down her teeth.
The alicorn dipped and flew erratically, chased by black beams and Tirek’s taunts. “Gods, sphinxes, and titans could not best me for good! Now a woman and a horse think they can do better?”
Thunder boomed from a dark shape soaring to his other side. “Perhaps not one of each, demon, BUT WE ARE DOUBLED!”
Tirek turned – unfortunate, as that broke the lance’s aim on his horn. Luna sailed close enough to kick against his head, rushing upwards for a second pass.
“Luna!” Princess Celestia called, stabilizing as Tirek’s attention moved. “You were supposed to stay home!”
“YOU DO NOT ORDER US, SISTER!”
The white princess heaved a dramatic sigh, and sent her rider a rueful smile. “Little sisters. What can you do?”
Still several hundred meters in the air, Principal Celestia barely unclenched her jaw enough to mutter, “Please focus.”
“READY THY LANCE, SUNSET!”
“Sunset!?” Celestia screamed. “Sweetie, are you okay?”
“Yeah, Mom! Just a little barfy.”
“Be careful,” Celestia called. “And make sure to–”
A black beam forced the Celestias into a dodge, and Tirek’s voice followed. “Am I interrupting? Should I come back later?”
He bellowed laughter. Energy balled between his horns, and struck out towards both alicorns at once. They evaded, driven back ever further from their target.
“We’re going the wrong way!” Principal Celestia snapped, following the words with a nauseous belch.
“Patience,” her mount coached, stern and calm. “We are learning his measure. In his haste to destroy, our foe shows his patterns and power.”
Celestia swallowed hard, feeling bile and breakfast slink back down her throat. “I don’t know if I can keep this up.”
I have to.
“Here,” she called, interrupting herself. “I’ll lean close. Shout when you’re ready to attack.”
Principal Celestia lowered her chest, bracing as though on a roller coaster. Locked muscles and a more secure posture helped a little, but still she wondered how this could even work. Barebacked and with a clumsy weapon, how could she possibly find both the nerve and skill to strike well? How…
She shuffled, and her breath hitched as something arrested the move. She looked, almost eager for the distraction, and found the source. Thin yellow ribbons of magic, almost invisible in the aura’s white light, reached back from the princess’ horn and wrapped snugly around her waist.
They banked hard, giving proof to the sighting. Celestia slid – she felt no pressure, and even her hand passed through the ethereal bonds. Yet they held her in place all the same.
Celestia loosed a laugh bordering on hysteria. The princess heard, and amusement colored her response. “I said that I would protect you.”
Relative safety allowed courage to come with ease. Celestia brought her head up to watch the battle, feeling her nausea and terror fade to exhilaration. And even better than all that was the knowledge Sunset was secured as well.
Though no fonder of heights than Celestia, Sunset was a deal less squeamish in the air. She gripped tightly with the knees, one hand on Luna’s soft back for balance while the other deftly maneuvered her lance.
Luna swooped upside-down thrice in a row to avoid the pursuing black beams, thrilling Sunset’s heart despite all precautions. Her knee-grip slipped a little each time, and never quite reclaimed their old purchase. “Princess Luna?”
“No whining!” Luna warned.
“Do you think you can use a little magic to hold me in place?”
“Good idea.” The blue horn glowed, creating a harness around Sunset’s back. “Now aim true, Sunset! We strike now!”
They charged – blue lightning in a reddened sky, yet black beams forced them to dodge and weave. The momentum broke and Luna pulled away, followed by her tutting sister.
“Patience, Luna! Study his movements, and be more careful!”
Luna rolled her eyes and sent Sunset an embarrassed smile. “Celestia being Celestia. What can you do?”
“Please focus,” Sunset muttered, then raised her voice to a shout. “Mom, I have a lance. I need a straight line to charge him.”
“He will not give you the opportunity,” Princess Celestia called. “And he can fend off both of us at once. Stay back and try to observe his fire.”
Luna snorted imperiously, righting herself from the retreat. “Nay, I say! We will not lurk while you two steal the glory!”
“Really, Luna? Are we doing this now?” Celestia replied testily.
“Indeed!” Luna cried. Though instead of a follow-up, she sped once more towards Tirek. “We are doing this now. Huzzah!”
More black beams. The white alicorn watched the charge, discomfited and annoyed. “No change from before. She’s too aggressive.”
“And perhaps we’re too cautious,” her rider ventured. A white neck turned, uniting their eyes as Principal Celestia gave shy advice. “We may learn his patterns at a distance, but so too does he learn ours. Battles here on Earth are oft won by the party who strikes first. Delaying only gives him the chance to land that strike.”
Celestia shivered, painfully self-conscious despite all danger. A child advising a goddess.
“What do you propose?”
Somehow, the princess’ patient acknowledgment did not make it better. Perhaps nothing would. Still, Celestia pressed on. “We have to coordinate with the others.”
A light smile played on Princess Celestia’s muzzle. “I much prefer to keep Luna out of danger, and I do not doubt your instinct for Sunset is only greater.”
“Yes, but...” Principal Celestia paused. She shook her head, feeling a silly smile rise from within. “I can’t believe I’m talking about this now, but: Sunset isn’t a child, and certainly neither is Luna. Of course we want to keep them safe. I...”
She trailed off as thoughts invaded her mind. Sunset’s first night at home, sleeping on the sofa bed. Learning to shoot. Camping trips and Christmas celebrations. Graduation. Packing up for college, seemingly minutes after the adoption. Leaving with strict rules to avoid the supernatural, which she broke the very first day.
Sunset. Baby girl. Sunshine, Sunshine, ladybugs awake.
She continued, to herself as well as the princess. “You and I made a choice to be here. Who are we to deny them the same? Sometimes it is the duty of a mother or elder sister to…”
Another pause. The princess finished. “Stand out of the way?”
Principal Celestia gave a light chuckle. “Yes, but in this case: accept their aid. They are adults. They chose as we did and have the skill to back it. We must respect that.”
“You speak wisdom,” her mount said. Resigned, but accepting. She winged over to Luna’s route of retreat, easily dodging the distant shots from Tirek. “Luna, parley! Let us cooperate.”
Luna huffed. “Now thou wishes our aid?”
“Yes.” White lips gave a teasing smile. “Now I doth. Attacks have been futile, yet attack we must. How might we shift the balance when his beams easily keep both of us at bay?”
Sunset called out, eyeing the warhammer. “My weapon needs a big charge, but yours doesn’t. And his beams shoot from the top of his head, so he might have trouble aiming downwards. Maybe Luna and I can distract him while you come in low?”
The Celestias winced, not at all thrilled with placing their wards in greater danger. Princess Celestia offered a calm rebuttal. “I have a different idea: you two shall charge once more, yet this time I shall fly directly in front and bend all my magic to shielding his blows. I will be driven back, but he may not notice you until it is too late.”
“We shall not cower behind thee!” Luna gave another huff.
Celestia retaliated with her own. “And if I had agreed with Sunset’s plan, you’d complain about me ‘stealing the glory.’”
“That…” Luna paused, flushed, and continued with a smile. “Is true. ‘Tis half your fault, for I have become trained to see manipulation and coddled protection in all you do.”
“It is my instinct,” Princess Celestia said freely. “I don’t want to lose you, and I don’t want to cage you. We shall talk when we go home, but for now, follow me.”
She rose high. An angled approach would make a harder target. She told her rider, “Stow the hammer and crouch. Magic alone is our armor, yet what I said on the ground remains firm: I shall protect you with my life.”
“Prioritize,” the principal murmured. “If you fall, I fall with you.”
The white muzzle gave a smile. “Fear not for me. I have no intention of leaving my bones here.”
Luna rose in their wake, passing Celestia and even the mountaintop. A nod was exchanged between the sisters.
Princess Celestia tucked her head and wings, causing her own upwards momentum to speed her down like a swung flail. Fast and steep, like those giant amusement rides Celestia would never board. Down, down, faster than gravity. The princess’ magic harness was all that kept them together.
Black beams whipped past. Celestia counted three, then stopped trying as their speed only grew. Her hair trailed behind, yanking at her scalp. She curled down protectively over the warhammer, sensing the inevitable. They had been hard pressed to dodge Tirek’s attacks before. Now, not even trying…
She never saw the beam hit home. The princess jerked, and a horrible clang filled the air like a bullet hitting a bullet. And like bullets, the two veered off wildly, though a few quick flaps corrected their dive. The once-pleasant warmth around Princess Celestia grew hot, and her horn pulsed a brighter yellow.
Principal Celestia smelled something burn. She glanced back to find the bottom inch of her hair had risen from the aura, and been incinerated. Their own fate if the alicorn’s strength failed.
Another clang. Another buffet, and frantic correction.
Another, right on its heels. Tirek had their number. The heat around Princess Celestia grew stuffy and stove-like, her horn flaring orange and now sporting an ugly scorch.
She groaned with pain or exertion. Principal Celestia gripped her shoulder, though Luna’s protest stole her own. “SISTER, MOVE THINE ASSHOLE!”
“One more,” the white princess growled.
One more came. A hateful snap and an agonized cry filled the air, and the oppressive heat became shot with February cold. The white aura vanished, yet with her shield gone, Princess Celestia turned to the sword. A beam of her own magic drilled a path through the black, and her rider could not help but stare as the beam passed around them. It did not whisper nor speak, yet somehow brought her the thought of infinite, unstoppable power, destined to consume and destroy. The fate of Canterlot, and perhaps the world.
They fell. A desperate second passed as Celestia wondered if her mount was knocked unconscious, but the wings spread to glide them to a turn. Both craned their heads to watch the result, only to find it was already done.
The last, desperate flare of Celestia’s magic had given an unexpected boon, for Tirek’s eyes had been fixed upon her. He winced as she fell, blinking away sunspots as sister and daughter leveled their charge and connected lance with massive horn.
A cosmic power for harmony met one of utter destruction. “Like using flamethrower on a leaf-type pokemon,” or so Wallflower would later say. Even the very tip of the lance softened its target, allowing the shaft to break through with devastating momentum. Tirek screamed in wild rage as the horn shattered.
So too, unfortunately, did the scratch-made lance. Sunset eyed it glumly as they flew away, holding the remnant in her numbed arm. Bad-ass and awesome, but extremely painful.
The alicorns rallied at a fair distance. Smoke poured from the broken horn, and Tirek’s howl fell to implacable, glaring silence.
“Maybe he can’t shoot anymore.” Sunset offered the words just in time to eat them as a beam flew high.
“Sweetie, I’m so proud of you.”
“Focus,” Luna said, earning an irate glance from Principal Celestia. “One horn remains, and in modern parlance, Sunset and I have ‘shot our wad.’ It seems you shall steal my glory after all, sister.”
Still breathing heavily, Princess Celestia almost snapped before Luna quickly clarified. “I jest.”
The snarl turned to a breathless laugh. “It’s so hard to tell with you.”
“Tis good to be enigmatic.” Luna sniffed in mock arrogance.
“Focus,” the humans said drolly, both at once.
“Of course. Sunset’s plan, it is.” Luna watched her sister as she spoke, eyes drifting to the burned horn. “Can you manage?”
A ghost of a white aura returned, bringing warmth. Princess Celestia gave a nod. “I am not at full strength, but a dagger needs less steel than a breastplate. Noble Sunset, Dear Sister… hold his gaze.”
They flew in opposite directions, the Celestias slower and less steady. They circled towards the ground, and chill returned as the white aura went dark.
Principal Celestia opened her mouth to question, but the white head of her mount turned and offered a broad wink. They soared low, barely above the tall, gnarled trees of Everfree. Chilled air whipped at them, sending broad shivers down Celestia’s unclothed back.
Black beams shot towards the others, somehow cloudier than before. Smoke from the broken horn lent them a veering, unpredictable quality as Tirek drove off Luna’s feinting attack. Less powerful, but harder to avoid. They lingered in the air like clouds, forcing Luna onto the defense.
Tirek grinned, smelling blood and revenge.
“The plan works,” Princess Celestia said. Above her, Luna cried out as a brush of smoke seared her wing.
Principal Celestia watched the red and yellow hair bob above Luna’s back. “My baby’s in danger.”
“So is mine.”
The alicorn fell silent after her final word. Tirek’s oxen legs loomed like pillars before them.
White wings tilted, guiding the air beneath. They rose, taking the Celestias with them. Higher and higher, faster and faster.
The pair came in from Tirek’s right, thinking to approach opposite of Luna. But the changing battle had forced her in the same direction, and so Tirek saw the white alicorn charge.
He bellowed something in an ancient, evil tongue that darkened the air in its wake. Lingering smoke took bestial forms – winged minotaurs and demonic imps, barring the way with claws and axes of black smoke.
Yellow flared from a scorched horn, and Celestia did not miss the strained grunt from her mount. White light cut saber-like through the guardians, blowing a route for them to continue their ascent. A smokey claw caught Princess Celestia’s foreleg as she passed, staining her with three straight lines of red blood.
They crested the head. The last horn was in sight.
...At least, it should have been. The smoking of the broken horn gave rise to a veritable legion, growing and expanding as it raced to its master’s defense. Icy blue wendigos interspersed themselves with the smoke, neighing and charging with abandon.
White and warmth came as Princess Celestia brought her aura to life. Wendigos hissed, and smoke-creatures vanished with a cut-off scream. She surged downwards, a meteor against the final horn, but the wendigos checked her with heavy bodies of ice. They slammed into her, breaking the movement to a grappled stalemate.
They melted against her warmth, yet as one died the next charged forwards. A swarm – punching, head-butting, dying. Overwhelming the injured princess and her cooling heat, forcing her tortuously backwards. She neighed and snorted in challenge, willing heat to her aura and strength to her blasts; yet on they came, hateful and insane.
One struck a glancing blow to Principal Celestia’s leg. It would bruise in the morning. Otherwise she was untouched, for they knew to throw everything at the alicorn. So high up, above even towering Tirek’s head, what could a human do without her mount?
What, indeed.
The idea did not come until Celestia realized her harness was gone. The princess had summoned all her remaining strength in desperate fury, leaving rider precarious and unsecured at this dizzying height. Yet as Celestia looked, she realized she was not so high above the shaggy white hair of Tirek’s head.
The princess grunted as she absorbed a fresh blow, forced back just one step. She was not winning.
Celestia folded up one pink leg and then the other, squatting to a stand on her twin’s mercifully broad torso. No wendigo even looked at her.
They weren’t… quite over the head. But it was too late now.
Celestia leaped, kicking and stretching for all she was worth, left hand gripping the precious hammer. She missed the crown of the head, but long white locks gave her a handhold just beside the ear. She awkwardly began scrambling upwards, yanking with her one free hand while clutching frantically with her toes.
Utterly helpless to the wendigos. Yet as their black eyes caught hers, a beam of midnight blue cut down those near her.
“You got this, Mom!” Sunset cried as she and Luna streaked past, pursued by smoke monsters.
A last strained effort brought Celestia to the crest. The final horn loomed before her like a tree. No ax for it, but a hammer would do.
Smoke still flowed from the broken horn. The creatures turned towards her, knowing their master’s peril.
Celestia swung. The great, gilded hammer cracked the horn like soft stone. Tirek roared, and wildly shook his head against the unseen blow.
Celestia fell, but lashed out with her hand and seized the white hair. She swung the over-sized weapon clumsily with one hand, earning a second, smaller wound, but a wound all the same.
Smoke monsters charged for her. Yellow light destroyed their front ranks. Tirek bucked hard in the opposite direction, flipping Celestia and slamming her down.
She grimaced, keeping pained grip as ominous cracks sounded from her chest. But the move did not leave her at quite so vertical an angle as before. She planted her feet, chancing a two-handed blow.
Tirek shook, and at once Celestia’s tenuous footing was gone. Yet she was above the horn, and swung hard as she fell.
The blow formed a crack in the curled black bone, deep enough to find those from her other strikes. The horn snapped, and in the next instant all she could hear, feel, and breathe was smoke.
It shot out as though from a fire hose. Celestia tried to snatch the hair, but it decayed and snapped within her grip. A terrifying howl shook the world – from the smoke? Tirek? She tumbled along the head, losing the hammer, feeling the flesh beneath turn to ash. Gravity dragged her down, yet smoke blew her out and away from the crumbling fiend.
She rolled within the eruption until there was nothing more to roll onto. The smoke released its grip as she fell away. Above her, dusky blue; beneath laid nighttime shadows, and a fatal drop.
She fell in silence. If this was her time… it was a good life.
...Actually, a lot of it had been quite terrible. But it got good at the end.
Thinking such thoughts and feeling the wind chill her descent, Celestia only recalled the presence of magic space ponies the instant after a yellow aura gripped her in place.
It was warm. Somehow, that felt horrible. Upside-down, facing a still-insane drop following an insane roller coaster of an insane battle, a great deal of suppressed physical and emotional effects struck Celestia all at once.
“Down!” she shrieked.
Princess Celestia floated into view, tutting gently. “You are safe.”
Celestia barfed, depositing a brackish load to the ground below.
“Ah.” The yellow magic handled her, turning her flat facing down and rubbing her back. As this was done several hundred meters in the air, the effect was less than comforting, and Celestia barfed again.
“Sister!” Princess Celestia called past the hollow remnants of Tirek – fading to smoke, then nothing. “I am getting her straight down.”
Sunset looked worriedly to her mother, yet shook her head. “My friends might still be in danger from the sirens or wendigos. I have to see if they need help.”
“Justly so,” Luna said, bearing the crystal hammer in magic’s grip. “Sister, I am depleted. Ensure your twin’s safety, then make haste to join us. This battle may not be won.”
The white princess nodded. She gently maneuvered Principal Celestia to rest upon her back, then spread still wings to glide slowly towards the ground.
Sunset’s precaution was unneeded. After being driven from their prey, the wendigos rallied to defend Tirek and perished at his side. The only assault Sunset found on her return was one of relief and love. Applejack’s mighty arms swept her to the sky with a jubilant Wallflower and Twilight hanging on, all laughing as the big girl swung them around like children.
Somehow, Sunset’s lips met Applejack’s. She wasn’t quite sure which of them did it. She was definitely sure it was more relief than amour, and right now that was just as good.
Luna cast a suspicious glare over the sirens, yet they merely sat in dejected silence. Eyes to the ground, nervously chewing on lips and leaning into each other for warmth or comfort.
One among them met Luna’s gaze, and stood. The only injured one, with heavy black swelling around her eye. She winced with every step, limping towards Luna.
Foe this woman may or may not be, but the sight was too pathetic for Luna’s heart. Her horn glowed, setting eye and leg as they were meant to be. The limp was gone by the time the girl crossed the distance.
“Princess Luna?” The yellow siren gave something that could only charitably be called a bow.
“Greetings,” Luna said guardedly.
“My name’s Adagio. I have a favor to ask.”
Luna gestured with her horn towards the celebrating hunters. “Whilst we flew, Sunset told me of your espionage. Breaking the sirens’ song weakened Tirek, and contributed to our victory. I will hear you out, though I admit the name Adagio Dazzle is remembered darkly in Equestria.”
Adagio gave a thin smile. “You mean like Nightmare Moon?”
The petty wit was too amusing to provoke anger. Luna merely hid her smirk behind a nonplussed frown. “You have a strange way of requesting favor.”
Adagio smacked her own face and released a groan. “Smart-mouth syndrome. Punish me later if you want, I don’t even care. But Sunset told you the truth. I know it’s too late to set a price, so all I can do is beg for what I want.”
Magenta eyes shifted, looking unreadably to the hunters for one second before Adagio turned away. She stepped close, and began to whisper in Luna’s ear.
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Does Adagio want Luna to contact her mom?
Right, because no plan can survive the audience knowing about it.
I like this.
Oh yeah.
It'd be nice.
Not the time, Luna!´
Take what you can get, Moonbutt.
I believe that.
Grass type.
Broke Your Arm Punching Out Cthulhu.
Wonder where she got it from?
A Zerg Rush.
You're, you're not going to do what I think you are, are you?
YES!
Healing magic is wonderful.
Now's not the time to provoke her, Dagi.
See?
And cliffhanger. Of course. Ugh...
One should not drop Ghal Maraz and not recover it. It's simply not done!
I still hope to see it as either Sunset's new main weapon or as a meat mallet in her mother's home though
Victory and a cliffhanger.
Oh man, that image is just plain epic.
Can't wait to see what Adagio wants.
Is it wrong that at some point I was expecting celestia to smash tirek in the nuts.
Rune Soldier Dan always delivers on the finales.
But is it just me or does he really like humans riding ponies/horses for his finales? First Luna, now Celestia wielding Celestia riding Celestia, and Sunset daughter of Celestia riding Celestia's sister.
Still ain't enough Celestia. XD
Magnificent finale. And of course the Celestias had to learn a friendship lesson partway through the battle. That's just how things are done.
Looking forward to the cleanup, Adagio's request... and whatever the local Discord is going to do after such a disappointing ending to his monster movie.
This is starting to feel a little stilted. None of them have fully relevant experience here; the humans are used to using melee weapons in a very different context, and the alicorns aren't used to fighting something with more long-range firepower and needing to close to melee range. IMHO, they all sound too articulate for being in a fight, and a slightly awkward one at that.
Much better.
😀
Also good. Princess Celestia says something stilted that still clearly comes across as "Let's do that again with you (my little sister) in front (try not to die (please (please)))"
Heh. Oh, Adagio.
I'm guessing what she want has to do with the other sirens, but I'm too spaced out to think it through.
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Don't forget that Celestia is also the Nth generation grandchild of Celestia, so a more proper way of saying it would be Celestia, descendant of Celestia, wielding Celestia riding Celestia, and Sunset daughter of Celestia riding Celestia's sister.
Celestia.
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You're forgetting that Sunset was Celestia's student before she was Celestia's daughter. So that's Celestia, descendant of Celestia, wielding Celestia riding Celestia, and Sunset, student of Celestia, daughter of Celestia, riding Celestia's sister.
Heck, now that I think about it, she was both Celestias' student before she was Celestia's daughter. Perhaps I should've pluralized my addition... nah.
The chapter was well-named: the battle was epic. My favorite part was when Principal Celestia jumped onto Tirek and broke his horn with Celestia the hammer.
Now there's just a few loose ends to wrap up . . .
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Miiiiight be just enough Celestia.
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"Hm... almost adequate, I suppose."
Getting some real strong Shadow of the Colossus vibes here.
Epic battle of EPICNESS! (followed by barfies…)
I actually found the plot twist of the smoke turning into demons to be intriguing. It made me wonder...was Tirek actually some agglomeration of demons from time before humans? Was he, himself, a prison of sorts, and the demons transformed their prison over time into their shelter and weapon?
Also, principal Celestia inhaled some of that demon smoke...hope that doesn't come back to bite her later (surgeon general's warning: second-hand ethereal demon smoke can cause asthma, lung damage, supernatural possession of one's body by malicious spirits, and gum disease. Please take precautions.)
Heh, when you suggested that Sunset and Luna fly low towards Tirek with the lance, I thought for sure Sunset was gonna ram it straight u his "lower horn" instead!
Great chapter; lots of twists and turns in the battle to keep you in suspense and keep you guessing, and , as always, excellent banter scattered throughout, (Focus!) Congratulations!
Epic mother/daughter/Great great.... grandmother/aunt family team up!
And hmmm... Daj wanna go home?
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You’re getting Shadow of The Colussuss, I’m Getting Monster Hunter vibes. Really, a Hammer and Lance against a giant monster with huge horns?, that’s a G Rank Diablos hunt!
The fun hase ben doubled!
I can't believe no one else picked up the reference.
We get it. You play Dark Souls, Dan.
You had to sneak that kiss in at the end, huh?