Rain and Lightning and Sin [active; open]

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Character(s): Sin and anyone who wants in on the fight
Content: Boss fight! In the rain!
Setting: L7
Time: early evening, while it's still raining
Warnings: Destruction, mayhem, and violence. And a hole in the domes.

In the past few weeks, the city had proven itself up to the task of eliminating the lesser Sinspawn, but it was time to show them the real power of Sin. It was time to start bringing death to this world and those who inhabited it. Whether they belonged here was of no importance. They suffered here just as they would suffer wherever they had come from; where they were released from their suffering was of no real importance. All he needed to do was attract a bit of attention.

Which Sin itself was admittedly doing, by virtue of being a large electricity based creature, but the rumbling of thunder above the domes had given him an idea. After all, Sin was providing a far amount of destruction already, and surely no one would mind if he caused just a little bit more. And it was a matter of little effort to cast a simple Flare at the dome overhead, shattering a fair amount of it to pieces. With luck the explosion would serve as a way to get people to head this direction and in the meantime Sin could terrorize and kill the general populace.

[Note: Since giant boss fight is likely to be giant, it'll probably be best to split this up into a bunch of different threads. Thread hopping is, of course, not only okay but encouraged, so hop in and have fun!]

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Harry heard the creature beginning to stir and turning quickly he spun his staff before smashing it into the Sinspawn's head. Rearing back with an angry roar, it lashed out with its foreleg, aiming to tear its attacker in half. Fortunately for the wizard, pain and disorientation threw off the beast's aim, and instead of eviscerating him, it merely caught the side of his enchanted duster and threw him to the ground.

Grunting as he rolled with the blow, Harry allowed his staff to be torn from his hand, rather than risk being entangled with it. He lost track of the weapon as a spike of pain seared from his shoulder. Struggling to his feet, Harry suddenly threw himself back as the Sinspawn smashed the street where he had just been standing. The creature bellowed right in his face, the smell of its foul breath threatening to make him sick.

Fighting back nausea Harry grabbed his fear, pain, and anger, and channeled it straight into the blasting rod he'd pulled from his pocket as he fell, even as he used the shield bracelet on his other hand to conjure a tiny force shield to wedge the Sinspawn's mouth open. Moving on pure combat instinct he shoved the foci straight down the creature's mouth, past a absurd number of teeth, and there with a snarl of, "Fuego," released the power he had gathered into a concentrated beam of pure flame.

In going after Sin, Harry had violated one of his cardinal rules of combat, he'd rushed in unprepared. He had almost no information on what these creatures were capable of, what their weaknesses were, or even if his attacks would have any effect on it. Still, there was one thing he could say with certainty: No matter how powerful a creature was, a lance of pure flame boiling its insides would hurt.

The fire shot down in a straight line, searing whatever the Sinspawn had for insides, before the sheer kinetic force tore a hole in its back, burning a line down the street. The creature couldn't even scream in pain, as all the air in its lungs was burned away as fuel for Harry's fire.

Ripping his arm out of the Sinspawn's mouth before the backlash of heat could sear him as well, Harry threw himself gracelessly backwards, even as his simple shield spell collapsed and the creature's jaws snapped shut instinctively. A second later his back connected sharply with the ground, knocking the air from his lungs.

Gasping desperately Harry lay for a second before staggering to his feet and seeing the flaming wreck that used to be his opponent. With the danger obviously past, the adrenalin that had been keeping Harry up gave out, and he collapsed back against the wall with an almost giddy laugh.

"Thank you, thank you, but please hold all applause until the end of the show," Harry informed the empty street, before shaking his head and muttering, "Next time I need to pull something out of my hat, I should just stick with rabbits."

Turning Harry looked back to see how the rest of the battle was going.

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Interestingly, 'flaming wreck' could only be used to describe the Sinspawn for a few moments, as it staggered around before it finally gave over and died. The corpse however, didn't stay around nearly as long as one might have expected, vanishing into a myriad of of fist-sized points of multicolored light. Pyreflies, although the term was unlikely to be among the assorted terms that Harry was familiar with.

The general concept though, he might be able to guess at, as they floated their way up to the 'ceiling' of the domes, a soft haunting melody following them as they went. They were, in essence, the souls of the dead, now released from the anger and rage that had been their bond to Sin, and the fiend's body they'd worn.